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[yoongiinspired]

It's not what you think

Admin- J-hoe

Angst fluff

Summary- Tae thinks you're cheating and confronts you in front of everyone

You poke your head round one of the studio doors in the BigHit building,

“Ah Jin!” you say as you spot the older man looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He spins round as he hears his name, shoving his hands in his pockets to try and look like he wasn’t just checking himself out,

“(Y/n!) I wasn’t just checking myself out...no…”

You laugh and shake your head a little before continuing,

“Have you seen Tae around recently?”

He smiles - it wasn’t unusual for you to come looking for your boyfriend during the day.

“No, not recently. Everyone else is yet to come back from lunch. I’m only here cause i had to go grab something.”

At this, you walk fully into the brightly lit room and walk over to Jin as the door closes behind you.

“Ok good.” you say and sit down on the small sofa in the corner with a sigh. Jin looks at you, confused as he sits down next to you.

“Good?” he asks quizzically, “Everything ok, (y/n)?”

You roll your head to the side to look at your best friend, “Can i tell you something, Jin-ah?”

“Of course, (y/n)-ah! Have I not kept many of your secrets over these past couple of years of our friendship?

“You have, you have.” you say as you nod, “But this one is a bit...personal.”

He scrunches up his face at this, “(Y/n)-ah, if you’re going to tell me something about your sex life I’d really rather…”

“Nooo! Nothing like that I promise!” you interject and Jin gives out an exaggerated sigh of relief which you retaliate with a light punch to his arm.

“So what is it then?”

You shift your gaze to the ground and stick your lips out in a pout, “I can’t...I can’t sleep when I’m with Taehyung…”

“(Y/n)! You said it wouldn’t be about your sex life!”

“Ahh noo! I mean actual sleep! Like i literally cannot fall asleep when I’m in the same bed as him..”

Jin furrows his brow in what you’re not sure is either still confusion or in thought.

“Have you tried like...different positions.” he says, unable to stifle a laugh as he does. You smirk and reply,

“Yeah I mean not actively, but no matter which way we lie or shift I just can’t sleep.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around him and he lays his head on yours.

“I’m so tired, Jin-ah. I want to enjoy this time with Tae but i’ve come to dread every night...that’s bad isn’t it?” you shift your head so you’re gazing up at him.

But before he can reply, the door swings open and the rest of the BTS boys come charging in as they joke around with each other. Taehyung takes one look at you and Jin and stops dead in his tracks as his face goes cold.

“(Y/n)-ah, is there a reason you're all over Jin-hyung?” he says seriously and proceeds to walk over to you, pull you from Jin’s grasp and hold onto you as he stares at Jin. He knew Jin had always been your best friend since you were little but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous whenever he saw you two together.

“I’m just tired, Taetae.” You reply, trying to wriggle yourself free to look at him.

“Really? That's it?” He says harshly, holding you now at arms length.

“Yeah?” You say confused, “what else would it be?”

“I dunno, (y/n), you tell me.”

“Tae what are you getting at?” You ask in disbelief, “I’d just come to talk to Jin about something but it’s ok, I’ve got to go now.”

“Talk about what?” he says, looking right past you to stare at Jin.

“Don’t worry about it. I have to go. Can you walk me out?” you say as you try to catch his eye to smile at him. He eventually tears his gaze from Jin to look at you and with a smile you begin to walk towards the door. But Tae tightens his grip on your arms and pulls you back in front of him.

“Talk about what?” he repeats.

“I...I didn’t want to talk to you about it here...in front of everyone.” you whisper. You see the others shift uncomfortably where they stand.

“Tae, maybe just leave it for now yeah?” Hoseok pipes up, giving you a small, reassuring smile.

“No, no. You can tell everyone here. They’re my brothers.” he says, looking round at them.

You see the stern look in his eyes and turn, worriedly, to look back at Jin. He nods at you, willing you to take the step and tell him your problem.

“Tae…” you start.

“What’s going on?!” He suddenly shouts as he pushes you away. Jin steadies you and you begin to try and explain yourself again but Tae completely ignores you and goes up to Jin.

“Are you going to tell me that you're cheating on me with Jin?” He asks this directed at you.

“Taehyung-ah no! What?!” You exclaim.

Jin looks physically shocked and afraid of Taehyung who is now right up close to him.

“Tae...I would never…” He starts.

“Well why else would you be so close? You were lying all over each other when I came in and the moment you saw me, you immediately broke contact like you didn’t want me to see.”

“Tae…”

“And she looked to you for the confidence to tell me that she was cheating on me with you.”

You grab Taehyung by the arm, trying to pull him away from Jin.

“You’re blowing everything out of proportion! You didn’t even let me finish what I was saying! All of this is assumptions.” you shout, your attempt to pull him away failing.

“You two have always been so close but I’d never thought you’d actually do this behind my back!” he shouts back.

You scoff in disbelief, “That’s cause I haven’t! We haven’t!”

You’d never seen him like this. He’d always been the jealous type but to accuse Jin and you of being together was way too far. You had no idea what to do now.

Trying to hold him back was pointless. Even as you tugged as hard as you could on his arm he still managed to push Jin back. Jin staggers back with a look of disbelief and annoyance on his face.

“Taehyung, there’s really no need for this!” he almost shouts.

The other boys try to step in and get in between them and you get forced to the side but you manage to wiggle your way back to Tae’s side and help pull him back from Jin. As you and the other members pull on Taehyung’s arms, he suddenly breaks free and you go flying to the floor. There’s a smack as your face comes into contact with the floor and your head becomes fuzzy. You can feel the tears flowing from your eyes without permission and the commotion around you still hadn’t stopped. But was this commotion because you fell or was everyone still so distracted with Tae and Jin? Your vision wasn't helping make it any clearer as shapes swirled around you.

You try to stifle your tears but the pain was too much. Eventually your head becomes clearer and your vision returns and you can see the boy’s faces looking down at you, Tae in the middle.

“I was complaining to Jin that I can’t sleep at night when I’m with you!” you shout through your tears, your messy hair covering your eyes and sticking to your face stained with tears.

Taehyung swallows hard before saying, “What…?”

You prop yourself up on your elbow and look him in the eye and choke out, “When we’re in bed together at night I just can’t fall asleep no matter what I do. I was asking Jin for advice cause I feel bad that I dread every time we go to bed cause I never get any sleep! That’s it!”

“That’s...that’s it?” Taehyung says, his turn now to be in disbelief.

You sniff, “Yes, Tae. I promise.”

There’s silence for a moment, no-one sure of what to say.

“I’m sorry, (y/n),” Taehyung says, “I’m sorry I get so protective.”

You sit on the floor looking at him.

He sighs and turns to Jin, “Hyung, I’m sorry to you as well. I shouldn’t have made assumptions.”

Jin shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot and says, “You’re forgiven, Taehyung. Just think before you speak next time yeah? You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“I know...I know” he says and Jin pulls him into a hug to show there’s no hard feelings. They pat each other on the back and Tae turns back to you and extends his hand towards you on the floor.

You stare at his hand and take a second to wipe away your tears before grabbing it and Tae pulls you up and into a hug.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).” he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t worry Tae,” you say as you give him a small smile, “Jin is like a brother to me - albeit an annoying one…”

You shift your gaze towards Jin and shoot him a playful glare.

“Yah!” Jin shouts and the others begin to laugh.

[yoongiinspired]

Weird

Admin- SquishyMinMin

Summary- You've been acting weird lately and Yoongi hasn’t been around to find it what’s casing it. When he finds out will he freak out? or be happy?

You and Yoongi had been living together for almost a year, after three years of dating you couldn’t have been happier to live with anyone else. The only thing that bothered him slightly was just how messy you could be, clothes on the floor, towels unfolded, dishes unwashed. He just didn't understand how it would just fall out your head that you needed to wash a frying pan after you'd used it. How could a person be so forgetful? That was the question he asked as he let opened the door into your apartment. There you were, asleep on the sofa, coffee table littered with plates as Netflix continued to play without you, rolling his eyes and placing his bag down by the door, he headed to the bathroom. It was just part of your charm, to be forgetful of what you meant to do with the things you used, you did always tidy it in the end. As Yoongi reached the bathroom he was glad to see it was tidy, looking round he could tell you'd finally thrown away the empty bottles of shampoo. You'd been meaning to do that for a while and as he stepped into the shower, Yoongi was glad to not have to dodge them.

Revealing in the feeling of warm water hitting his icy skin, Yoongi felt a wave of tension leave his body. Work had been stressful, he'd hardly left the studio for the last two weeks and was glad to finally be home, finally seeing you again. As his mind wandered to you, asleep on the sofa in the other room, the relief he was feeling left him and a sense of panic crept in. Something had been going on the past few weeks. He wasn't sure what it was and he could never stay long enough to find out, but you'd been acting weirder than usual...and that's saying something. Stepping out the shower Yoongi grabbed a towel and haphazardly scrubbed it against his wet hair, looking into the fogged up mirror at his distorted reflection. That's when he saw it. The pink little stick wedged behind the tap. Curious hands drew him closer to it, towel still drying his hair as he freed it from its not so hidden hiding space. It didn't hit him what it was until he flipped it over, the big plus sign puzzling him for a second as he wondered what kind of weird toothbrush this was. But he got there in the end, eyes wide and towel falling on the floor as everything clicked into place.

 You were pregnant.

 It was like he was stuck in slow motion, unable to move as he just stood there. But he wasn't scared. As Yoongi stood there, pink test in hand, water still dripping from him to the floor, a wave of understanding soaked through him. You were asleep because you were exhausted from carrying his child, you had only cleaned the bathroom because you'd done that before taking the test and you were on the sofa waiting to tell him that he's going to be a father but he'd ruined the surprise. From slow motion to fast forward. Yoongi sprang into action, quickly drying himself and throwing on some joggers, he made his way to you as quickly as he could.

 Still sound asleep, wrapped up in blankets, you were too cute to wake up, but Yoongi knew he had to. Sitting on the floor in front of the sofa he brushed the hair out of your face.

“Y/N…” he said gently “Y/N you need to wake up…” he repeated as your brow furrowed and your foggy eyes started to open.

“Yoongi?...” you questioned in a sleepy voice, head still full of sand from dreaming.

“We can go to bed in a minute, I just need to thank you first.” His words only made you frown in confusion more

“What did I do?” You asked as you searched your mind for any reason you'd need thanking. Yoongi just sat there smiling at you as your eyes slowly adjusted to being awake, seeing him clearly you gasped slightly, remembering that important thing you needed to tell him. But the thing was, you really didn't want to.

 You started to sit up, still confused about what Yoongi was talking about and now worried about telling him you were pregnant.

“Why am I being thanked Yoongi?” you asked the smiling man as he placed his head on your lap, still sitting on the floor.

“For the surprise you left me in the bathroom.” His smile cracked even bigger as another wave of confusion hit you. The bathroom?...What had you left in the bathroom? You'd cleaned up in there and everything, you were going to do the whole apartment when you...oh! You groaned.

“I left the test in the sink didn't I?” you signed, head tilted back as you couldn't believe your forgetfulness.

“No, you left it jammed behind the tap, that's much weirder.” He giggled “I wonder if our baby will be as weird as you...” he smiled as he moved to sit next to you.

“You...you want me to keep it?” You asked, surprised he hadn't ran out the house the moment he found the test. He pulled you closer to him and squeezed you into a tight hug.

“We're going to be a family Y/N...as long as you want to be too” he spoke softly into your ear. Tears ran down your face.

“I love you Yoongi.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

[yoongiinspired]

Willing To Fight- Angst/Fluff

Admin- J-Hoe  

Summery- You and Hoseok have a fight right before an awards ceremony.      

You stared at him from across the stage. He was there with the rest of them, smiling as if nothing had happened just 5 minutes ago. You too tried to hide your despair behind a smile but it didn't come as naturally to you. Hoseok was always smiling. It was his natural expression. Both being idols, it was hard for you two to be together. There were stories and rumours even if you did try to keep everything quiet. Luckily they were rumours that most people didn’t believe. However, the rumours did put a strain on your relationship and you constantly had to be careful to whom you both talked to, hung out with and where you went together. Idols dating other idols had always been taboo. That was the biggest problem. But you were both willing to fight for each other - at least that’s what you thought. You were both up for the same award and you just knew that BTS were going to win and consequently that would shoot their fame into overdrive. This would make everything so much more harder than it already was. This is what you had been arguing about before you were both called on stage. It hadn’t started off as argument. It was just a normal discussion at first about the award show, but when you started to talk about the award itself, that’s when it started to get heated. “You always get the award in the end.” “What's that supposed to mean?” he says, a glimmer of annoyance crossing his face, “are you saying we don’t work hard for it?” “What? Hobi, that’s not what i was saying at all! It’s just everyone knows you’ll get any award you’re nominated for.” “Well, it wasn’t always like that you know! We had to work hard to get here so why can’t you just be happy for me? Don’t be jealous.” he says as he shakes his head with a small smile. You think he meant it as a joke but it still hit a nerve, “Stop gloating, Hoseok! Just cause I’m not where you are. Maybe come down from your high horse and think about us mere mortals for once.” He scoffs, a mix of annoyance and shock on his face, “What? Is that really what you think of me?” “No! It’s-It’s just i don’t want you to be like that after you get this award. With your comeback going to be the biggest it’s ever been and all the award shows you’re going to go to. I don’t want you to stop thinking about me.” “I can’t believe you’d even think I’d ever become like that! And well, you know we both have to put our careers first, (y/n).” You thought that you were his first priority...you can’t believe you were so stupid to think that. You stared at him through tear-brimmed eyes. It was clear what his comment had meant to you and you thought he was about to say something but a staff member pops their head around the door and calls for you both to get on stage. You lower your head, not wanting to look at him or let the staff member see you crying - more rumours would not help. Hobi strides over towards the door, giving you a small glance but his cuff gets stuck in the door handle and he pulls at it in frustration. He manages to pull free but you notice one of his golden buttons fall to the floor. He walks away, willing himself to not give you or the button a thought. You play with the golden button between your fingers as the announcer pulls the card from the silver award envelope. “And the award goes to...BTS!” You give the guys a side glance, watching their shocked faces as they embrace each other. You muster all you could to be happy for them but you knew those shocked faces were only for show. You lower your head and start giving them a small clap. As they step up to the microphone you’re ushered to the side of the stage towards the stairs to backstage. You keep your head down, not wanting to take the risk of the cameras picking up on your face right now and walk towards the stairs. But as you do, someone steps on the back of your shoe and you fall towards the ground, the button slipping from your grasp and rolling towards the front of the stage. You forget where you are and begin to scramble towards it and are just about to grab it when a foot stops it in its tracks. You look up to its owner and see Hobi. You look up at him wide-eyed, unsure how to react, but he just smiles and squats down. He shifts his foot and holds the button in his fingers. “I-It’s yours.” you manage to stammer out. He looks down at it; his face is unreadable as he does so, “Keep ahold of it for me, would you?” You tentatively take the button from his outstretched palm and nod to him - you weren’t sure what you looked like now but you’d deal with the consequences later. Hoseok pulls himself upright and extends his hand as an offer to help you stand up. You glance at the others behind him who were all now staring at you, along with the whole auditorium probably. Screw rumours - you take his hand and let him help you up. You bow to him, avoiding eye contact, and go to release your hand from his. He releases his but a split second later he’s holding it again. Shocked, you look up at him and he pulls you closer towards him with a determined look in eyes. It’s then, his hand around you waist, on live television, in front of everyone, he kisses you. Your ears fill with with the sound of the auditorium collectively gasping then erupting into loud chatter. The other BTS boys let out an ‘oooh’ and look to each other in shock. But you couldn’t care less what was happening around you. You only wanted to focus on Hobi and his lips against yours as you held each other tight. He breaks the kiss and you instinctively whine, wanting more. But he brings you into a hug and with his breath hot on your cheek, he whispers into your ear, “You are my priority.” He breaks away from you and let’s go of your hand as he walks backwards away from you and towards the boys. You share a wide, bright smile and he winks at you before you turn and run off stage, holding the button and pressing it against your heart which was filling with a feeling of warmth and lightness. The moment you step backstage your group is surrounding you and bombarding you with questions. But all you could focus on was your erratic heart rate and the feeling that your heart would burst at any moment. They formed a semi circle around you as you sat down on a nearby chair; you simply looked up at them and smiled madly. “I knew those rumours were true!” one of them says, “You could never stop talking about him! You spent the next couple of minutes waiting for BTS to come backstage by avoiding questions from your band mates; only replying with ‘maybe’ or a smirk. The moment Hoseok steps into the room you jump up from your seat and run into his arms. “Well done.” you say softly as you cling to him, eyes closed. He smiles as he rests his chin on your shoulder, “Thank you, (y/n).” As you break the hug you are starkly aware of everyone’s eyes on the two of you. Hoseok looks back at his group before asking you to follow him. You make your way back to the dressing room you argued in before the show but except instead of sprouting harsh words, your lips were put to a much better use… “I’m sorry for what I said, Hoseok-ah.” you say as you pull back from him, “I was just being stupidly insecure...I don’t want to lose you.” He holds your face in his hands as he looks at you straight in the eye, “You’ll never lose me, (y/n)-ah. I promise. No matter where I go or how famous I become, I still want you by my side.” You squeeze his hands and say “And I’m going to support you all the way!” “And I’m going to support you!” “Even if my group gets nowhere…?” you say sheepishly. He laughs, “Even then.” At this you pout. “But that’s not going to happen!” he continues, “You’re brilliant, (y/n)-ah and you’re going to do great things.” You smile at him as you lean against his body in this room where you had fought moments ago but which now felt like it was just a bad dream. You felt safe in the knowledge that Hoseok and you could get through anything together.

[yoongiinspired]

Tidy- Jungkook Fluff

admin- SquishyMinMIn

Summery- Jungkook’s on tor ad you’ve lost it, what will he say once he’s back. 

You sat in the dark staring at your laptop, typing each word as soon as it came to mind making the thundering of the keyboard the only noise in the room. Your clothes were strewn about the floor as you had no time to fold them and put them in draws, or even worse...hang them up. You were too invested in your work, too focused to care about what your house or yourself looked like. Headphones sitting atop of your unwashed hair, and your stained oversized hoodie having seen better days, you ignored the need to wash the grime off of your body and instead immersed yourself with needless distractions. You didn't need to be doing this much work. You didn't need to be staying up until 4am and getting up at 6 for work. But his absence made you do it. BTS were on tour. Jungkook was gone. Having spent four years living with him and having him come home almost everyday, it was as if you were addicted. He'd gone on tour before and each time you went through these sort of withdrawal symptoms, craving him, thinking of how you could have him sooner and remembering that he was just too far away. And working was your coping mechanism. The only difference this time round was that the tour was so so much longer, six months if you remembered right. Six months of mindless working, maddening routines and minimal sleep to go on, though you'd lost track of how long it had been, desperately trying to keep your mind off of the depressing topic. Jungkook of course knew nothing of this, always texting you before he boarded a plane home, giving you plenty of time to tidy and transform into the version of yourself that he was familiar with. Texting you everyday, calling you twice a week and sending you pictures when he could, Jungkook was completely unaware of your meltdown state. You had put up a veil so that he could only see what he remembered and not what you had become, scared that he'd worry about you instead of focusing on his tour. Focusing on worked helped you through your withdrawal...it also helped you to ignore the constant doubt you had of Jungkook. So he needed to focus on his work too. It was unreasonable, he had only ever been the best to you, but by your own self hate you had formed trust issues with a side of jealousy, and for six months you'd been trying to contain it all. Needless to say you were bubbling over, stressed with work, stressed by your living environment and worried by the constant thought that Jungkook would find someone better for him than you, you were near breaking point. A sharp dinging noise cut through your busy thoughts, turning your attention away from your laptop and to your phone lying next to you. The light of the screen a beacon in the darkness and as you moved to pick it up you noticed it was a message from Jungkook. “Hey Y/N!! I'm just boarding the flight home! Can't wait to see you baby xx.” ‘Damn it’ you thought to yourself as it dawned on you how much mess you had to tidy and how long you had to do it. Not only that but you also had to finish the report that lay half done on your laptop, glaring at you from the other side of your bed. You winced as you looked at the time on your phone...2:00am. It'd have to be an all nighter if you were going to finish your work and tidy the apartment, but you weren't about to show Jungkook just how weak you were. As you weighed the choices in your head, the glaring of the near by laptop won as the light on your phone screen faded, it wouldn't be good to break the flow of work for much longer, you'd forget what you were doing. And so, typing as fast as lightning, keyboard drumming like thunder booming around your empty apartment, you forged on. Your distracted and panicked mind taking you on tangents that you didn't intend and as your reached the conclusion, you dared yourself to glance at the time. 4am… Springing up from your bed, you darted frantically around your room, stuffing random clothes in draws and throwing others into the washing basket. There was no organisation in your tidying. After quickly making the bed you decided to move on into the living room, a mess of books, games, clothes and other random trinkets that you couldn't be bothered to put away. Starting by folding all the clothes strewn about the room, you made your way through it much more slowly than your frantic bedroom dash, sleep weighing down on your eyes as you yawned for the thousandth time. Deciding to scoop up all the clothes and sit on the sofa while you folded you started to find it more difficult to fight the fuzzy feeling in your head, until finally, clothes falling to the floor and draping over your lap, you gave yourself to the comfort of the sofa pillows, the warmth of the many blankets you'd draped on it over the months and the fact that it was now 6am. Jungkook was so excited to see you as he climbed the stairs up to your apartment, he had missed you so much that it was driving him crazy and all he wanted was to have you back in his arms. Bursting with smiles as he put the key in the door he really couldn't contain himself, as the door swung open his eyes darted around the room...the sight he was greeted with was...not what he expected to say the least. In the living room, you lay on the sofa, hair a mess and clothes covered in stains, surrounding you were piles of clothes, some folded and others not, along with so much other mess. Jungkook was confused to say the least, you made him be so tidy all the time...what was happening? He walked over to you slowly, careful to not knock anything over as he side stepped around the coffee table. “Y/N-ahh?” He asked as he poked your shoulder repeatedly. All he was met with was a tired groan as you shifted in your sleep. ‘So cute…’ he thought as he watched you wiggle. “Y/N-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He moaned out childishly as he threw himself down on the sofa next to you, landing with a bounce and making you jump abruptly out of your sleep. “I'm hoooome!!” Jungkook shouted as he threw his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze and kissing you on the cheek. “Jungkook-ahh?” You asked, confused, eyes still hazed with sleep. But as the mist parted and you saw Jungkook’s face, horror filled your body. “Jungkook! I'm so sorry!” You shouted as you burst into tears, doing nothing to help Jungkook's confusion. “Why????” He asked, so concerned at your outburst and the strangeness of the situation. “I-I wanted to tidy up before you got home” you managed to sputter out through you sobs “I'm sorry I'm such a mess…” you said as you hung your head low in shame. Jungkook only looked at you, surprise in his eyes. “Y/N...I'm just so happy to see you” He said as he squeezed you again “my beautiful Y/N who I've missed so much everyday” he paused as he kissed your head “I don't care about the mess, I only care about you.” He smiled as he wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Peering up at him you couldn't help but give a small smile back as you nestle into his arms, relief filling you as you started to feel the warmth and love you had missed so much. “Y/N?” Jungkook asked, head buried in your hair. “mhhmm?” was all you could reply, too busy breathing in his scent. “shower time?” “shower time”.

[yoongiinspired]

Bed -Fluff

Admin- SquishyMinMin

Summary- You’re at work on the final BTS concert of the tour and your feeling ill, will you push through or will someone find out?

You were sick and tired, literally. Though you tried your best to pass through the day as if nothing was wrong, inside you were in agony. Feeling tired and faint were the least of your worries as you found yourself having to dash into bathrooms, being sick in toilets and sinks. Yet you were still pretending like it was all okay, giving out smiles and doing your job just as well as you would if you were at full health, running round the stage with heavy equipment in your hands. Being a sound Technician for BTS meant that there was no time to waste in getting everything ready for the show. You travelled with BTS instead of working for the venue, you had found it odd at first as most venues have technicians ready for all the groups, but as you worked with them through the tiring months of touring you saw why it was necessary. Getting their microphones on and making sure they were working took time, without dedicated staff bring familiar and quick to mic the boys up they would be risking running out of time and having to lip sync. That job fell to you. Luckily the tour was almost at its end, with this being the finishing show back in Seoul.

Having finally got hold of the venues microphones you ran back to the stage to get everyone ready. Trying your best to ignore the spinning of your head and how all the stairs you had to go down were making your stomach turn a little. Deep breaths were your best friend and you made sure that you only drank from your marked water bottle, you may be working through your pain, but your worst nightmare would be if anyone else caught whatever you had. It wasn't like you were the best of friends with anyone else on the team anyway, being they type of person to keep to themselves, it wasn't that strange that you were avoiding everyone while you worked. The only people you couldn't avoid were of course the boys of BTS; you were screwed if you got one of them ill. Despite your worries you made your way over, face mask pulled on, just in case you breathed your germs on them. BTS were actually the main people that you talked to, having to work so closely on them and them being the main aspect of your job and all. At first you were scared of working with them, staying quiet and only engaging when you needed to, but after months of work you had loosened up, having the occasional laugh and even full conversations. Deep down you still thought they were just being polite though, they didn't really want to talk. You eventually found them backstage, resting in one of the cooler rooms before they had to perform under the burning lights. “Okay everyone, I have your mics.” You announced, slightly muffled by your mask but nevertheless getting everyone's attention. By now you had an order of working, so you weren't surprised when only Jimin stood up, you did the vocal line first and then the rap line, usually ending with Suga to give him more time to sleep. Jimin smiled as he walked over, tilting his head questioningly as he approached you. “Ahh Y/N, I like your mask.”  Your first reaction was to simply smile back, however you realised that he wouldn't be able to see that. “Thank you Jimin, I'm not used to wearing one yet.” You forced out quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice your silly mistake. You made sure to stop talking and even tried to hold your breath as you placed his microphone on his ear and made sure it was angled correctly, you really didn't want to spread your illness. Repeating the same breathing method with the other boys you tried you keep your conversations to a minimum, narrowing your responses to giggles and nods. You hoped they wouldn't notice, or worse think you were just being rude but there was really no other choice for you, all you could do was hope that another wave of nausea didn't hit. Unfortunately for you, the world just didn't seem to be that considerate. Sighing as you rested your eyes slightly, you reached for the last microphone set. Now it was time to wake Suga up, the task always filled you with a small amount of dread as you were well aware that all the other boys were so scared to do it, but always to your surprise and relief, he was always forgiving to you. As you moved to wake him you noticed the others left the room, weather it was out of fear or not you didn't know, but it made you giggle nonetheless. “Suga…” you called to him gently as you poked his face lightly. After a dare from Taehyung on the first day that you were too scared to refuse, this was how you had always woke Suga. As usual his eyes slowly fluttered open, first showing a hint if annoyance but upon realising it was you waking him up, he softened. “Sorry...but I need to mic you up.” You stumbled over your words as you began to feel an unwelcome feeling in your stomach, panic clearly showing in your face. “Y/N-ahh? Are you okay?” He asked as he stretched in his chair, like a cat would after a nap. But you couldn't hear him, too focused on not throwing up You just stayed still, eyes wide and hands clutching the microphone pack tightly. “Y/N, I think you should sit down…” Yoongi questioned as he slid out of his chair, nungging you into it afterwards. You of course immediately took the chance to sit down, curling up slightly in the chair as you fought through the nausea. Pulling down your mask to take in deep breaths. “You're sick aren't you y/n?” Yoongi asked though it was more of a statement, you looked up at him slightly as he stood peering at you, to your surprise with a worried look on his face. You didn't have time to reply before he had made his decision though “I'm getting you a bucket, you stay here.” And with that he left, on a bucket hunt as you sat helpless, his microphone still grasped in your hands as you stared at the floor. Yoongi returned in what seemed like seconds, an orange bucket in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Putting the bucket down he crouched down in front of you, taking the mic from your hands you placing the water bottle there instead. “I'm going to try and mic myself, please try to watch me and tell me if I'm doing it wrong.” He said blankly as he stood back up, unwinding the wires and placing things where he thought they should go. You kept your eye on him as much as you could, he was mostly right though you had to tell him three times what buttons he needed to press. “...you can make sure it's working in sound check.” You told him as you strained your voice, not wanting to look up at him in your pathetic state. “Y/N-ahh...stay in here for the rest of the show, you need rest. I'll come and get you when it's over.” He said crouching down again as he did “you'll overwork yourself.” He poked your knee playfully, you assumed out of not knowing what else to do. “Why are you being so nice to me Suga? You should get away from me.” he tilted his head questioningly at this. “Why? You'd help me if I were ill.” He argued, though still in a soft voice. Not wanting to spend the energy replying, you simply rolled your eyes. Seeing that he had won, Yoongi stood back up again, making sure that his mic was in more or less the right spot and turning to you for final approvals. Looking up at Suga’s handiwork and seeing that it would do fine for the show they were doing, you gave him a thumbs up and with that he headed towards the door. “Remember to rest Y/N.” Was all he said before leaving the room. Silence quickly enveloped you, more or less silence in any case, the rumbles of busy staff and the echoes of sound checks could still be heard, though they were muffled by the walls. Why did Suga suddenly care so much about you? It was strange, no one else would have cared for you this much. As your lazy thoughts filled your head with ideas you felt your eyes closing. Sleep engulfed you as the last of your energy was sapped out, your dreams still filled with the thumping bass of a concert going on and your mind still focused on Suga as you sat there, head leaning against the wall as you slept. You didn't hear the show reach its finish, and you didn't hear the clomping of feet on the ground as they tiredy moved towards you. Deep in your sleep you only started to stir when you felt yourself being shifted and moved into a different position, slowly you came out of your dream and back into the real world around you, eyes fluttering open and surprised to see the ground moving beneath you. “....W-what's happening?” You asked, still hazed by the sleepy mist in your head. Instead of a proper reply however, you simply felt a deep chuckle pressed against you, but you recognised it nonetheless. “Suga?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Nope” he answered shortly, looking down at you in his arms “it's Yoongi.” he finished as he carried on walking. You had so many questions. Why was he carrying you? Where were you going? Why was he doing any of this? And as your thoughts overrun your brain, you couldn't do anything but stay quiet and let Yoongi carry you into the night. “Y/N?” You heard echoing through your head “Y/N...I need to know what pocket your keys are in.” You had fallen to sleep again. Cradled in Yoongi’s arms you had let him carry you back to your apartment. “Right pocket” you managed to mumble as you balanced on the tightrope of awake and asleep. You felt yourself being shuffled slightly, then the jingle of keys unlocking the door. “Bed?” Yoongi asked you, not entirely sure where bed was. “Bed.” Was all you could answer, your sleepy state unhelpful to Yoongi’s predicament. Searching through the small apartment, Yoongi was luckily able to find your bedroom easily, Placing you gently down on the bed he also sat down, a huff of exhaustion leaving him. “Y/N?” He asked, checking if you were asleep or not. “Yoongi?” You answered quietly, almost a whisper. “I like you a lot…” he whispered back “I don't like seeing you so weak and tired...but I'm sorry I intruded, I'll go.” His confession ringed through your ears as he stood from the bed, quickly you grabbed his hand, instinctively trying to stop him from going. “Don't leave me…” you whimpered. The feeling of aloneness already washing over you in your tired state. Yoongi looked back down at you, his face soft but unsure. “Bed?” You asked, hopeful eyes peeing up at him as you clutched onto his hand. A smile sprung to his lips at your words and you felt your bed drop slightly as Yoongi settled next to you. “Bed.”

[yoongiinspired]

sleepy director kook

[yoongiinspired]

I Don’t Want to Hurt You

Admin- J-Hoe

Summary- after embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, you run outside in the rain, will he come and get you?

You ran out into the rain, slamming the dorm building’s door behind you. You can’t believe that you were such an idiot. You didn’t know where you were going, you didn’t care that you were getting soaked, you only knew that you wanted to get as far away from Park Jimin as possible. You had embarrassed yourself and you couldn’t bare to be around him any longer because goodness knows what he thought of you right now. Trusting pure instinct, you battle through the rain as it came down hard and found yourself in a large square surrounded by giant, glaring billboards. This was normally hectic during the day but it was so late that there was hardly anyone about. You sat down on a ledge in a small garden part not caring that it was wet - you yourself were soaked to the bone - and looked around. These billboards always had the most popular celebrities promoting the latest products so you weren't surprised when you saw Jin appear. As each member appeared you knew who was coming up soon and as much as you wanted to tear your eyes away from the screen you just couldn't. And then there he was. Park Jimin in all his dark haired glory, holding the latest LG phone model, smiling into the camera. At this, you burst out crying. He looked so happy, the look on his face so different from the one you saw before you left. The Jimin on the billboard was the one you wanted. You wanted to go back before you embarrassed yourself, back to when he was still your friend and everything was ok. But no, you had to go and ruin your friendship forever. --- Jimin had invited you round for a game night. You were sure this was a date because you were sure he had been flirting with you for a while now. You were definitely flirting with him and it seemed to you that he was flirting back. So you made sure you looked pretty and headed over to the dorm. “(Y/n)-ah!” Jimin says as he opens the door and takes in your appearance, “you look so pretty! You didn't have to dress up for me.” He steps aside and you walk in, giving him a hug on your way. “I know but I wanted to!” you reply and turn back to smile at him after had closed the door. He smiles back and says, “Well I hope you can still move about in that! I had some pretty intense games planned.” You laugh, taking the last bit as an innuendo. “Ah I'm sure I can handle it.” you say suggestively to him. He blushes and lets out a small laugh as he looks down. He offers you a drink and you sit on the sofa and look over the games he had laid out as you wait for your water. “Ahhh is (y/n)-ah here?!” you hear a voice say and turn to the hallway to see Taehyung jogging down to greet you. “Ah Taehyung-ah!” you squeal as he jumps onto you for a hug. It's not long until the rest of the BTS members had joined you in the living room to greet you. “Guys!” Jimin whines as he walks in, two waters in hand, “I wanted to just spend time with (y/n) tonight!” There are a few groans before Namjoon ushers the others back to their room and they all collectively say goodbye as quick as they had said hello. “Can't escape them, can you?” you joke. “Normally I love having them around but I did tell them I wanted some time with just you for once. I feel like we haven't hung out just us two in ages.” he says and sits down next to you, placing the water in between the games. “I know! So let's make the most of it!” you say and he smiles and nods enthusiastically in agreement. You start with some board games - snakes and ladders, connect four, ludo - which takes you a while. “Hmm we need something a bit harder than all this.” you say and Jimin gives you a quizzical look, “Chess?” “Ah (y/n)-ah! You know that's not fair! You're always telling me how you were your high school champion or whatever!” he whines and then pauses before lowering his gaze and playfully whispers, “nerd.” Your hands come up to rest on your hips and you say, “Jiminie! What did you call me?!” He shoots up from the sofa and holds his hands up in defense, “Nothing, (y/n)-ahh!  Nothing at all I promise!” You scowl at him then say, “Jimin-ssi! Sit down! We are playing chess!” So you spend a good chunk of your time absolutely destroying him at chess, much to his dismay. You laugh at his defeat for a while, him pouting that he lost so badly, then demand food as your winnings. He reluctantly agrees but you know he's hungry too because it was getting late. So you sit and joke over some ramen, regaling Jimin for the hundredth time with the time you beat the chess contestants from the year above to win the championship. “Ah I knoww. You're a nerd and you're the best at chess.” he smiles and takes the empty bowls to the kitchen. He returns and picks up the wii remotes. “Mariokart?” he asks and you smile mischievously. “Ah, Jimin-ssi. Ready to be beaten again so soon?” “Aish…” he sighs, “Just you wait, (y/n). I've been practicing since last time yanno.” You click your tongue at him and hold your hand out for the remote. You play a couple of grand prix and it turned out that you were drawing on how many wins each of you had. Jimin glances at the clock and raises his eyebrows, “Aish it's late. Last one? To decide the winner? Then I'll take you home.” You stare straight ahead at the screen and say, “Bring it on.” You were obviously sad to have to leave him but you NEEDED to win. You both were shouting at each other the whole way through the match as you kept over taking each other. It was now the last lap and you two were neck and neck, the finish line in sight. “Get out of my way, Jiminie!” “No way! I'm going to win this, (y/n)!” “Oh no. Like hell you are.” You started to physically push him with the side of your shoulder to throw him off but he just retaliated by pushing you back. You were laughing and shouting at each other as you neared the finish line, both of you trying to stand your ground and resist the pushing from the other. “Ah you're going down, (y/n)!” Jimin declares and just as you were about to cross the line, he shoves you roughly to the side and your remote goes flying as he falls on top of you; his face mere inches from yours. You both freeze. You stare at each other, mouths slightly open and eyes wide in shock from the sudden close proximity. Your breaths quicken, and you knew that it was now or never. Seizing the moment, you lift your head up to plant a kiss on his lips. But before you can, he hastily rolls off you and stands up. “Ah, (y/n)-ah....I...I uh...um…” he's at a loss for words as meaningless noises fall from his mouth. You feel your stomach drop and tears pick your eyes. You swallow hard before standing up and saying, “I...I should go. I'm sorry.” --- So here you were - every inch of you dripping and staring up at the massive, illuminated loop of your rejected crush and all his friends. You bit your lip and dug your nails into your palms, hating yourself for being such an idiot. You'd lost your best friend, you were sure of it. And because of that, you'd probably lost all your other friends. The other members probably wouldn't want to talk to you anymore after they find out what happened. You lie down on the concrete ledge and decide to give up, right there and then. You force yourself to focus on the feeling of rain hitting your skin, wishing that it would just wash you away so you'd never have to face anyone again. Lying there, you ignored the cold even as the rain fell down hard upon you and the wind rushed over you. But no matter how hard you will yourself to look away, you couldn't help but turn back to the screen to see Jimin’s face smiling at you once more. You were so busy staring up at it that you didn't notice a figure approaching in the distance. Jimin walked up to you carefully, seeing your tears mix with the rain, watching you lie there as you stared up at the screen - sniffing and face down turned as you cried. He looked up to the screen you were watching and sighed as he saw his face appear. “(Y/n)-ah?” he called out softly and you shifted your gaze away from the virtual Jimin to the real Jimin. At the sight of him you shot up and hid your face in your hands. He sits down next to you and feel his arm go over your shoulder and he brings you close to him. “You’re going to catch your death out here it’s so cold. Come back to the dorm with me, hm?” he says, his voice still soft and caring. Why was he being so nice? You totally embarrassed yourself in front of him. You shake your head and hum in response. “(Y/n).” he says and holds you now at arm's length, “Come back and stay with me. We can talk once I know you're safe and warm back at the dorm.” You stare at the ground and shake your head again. “Why? I was so worried about you when you stormed off, (y/n).” he says and you feel the warmth of a jacket surround you. Your eyes shoot open and look down at his jacket that you were now wearing. “Ah! But you'll be cold and wet!” you protest and begin to shake it off. But he's quick to hold it on you and say, “I won't if we get back to the dorm quickly.” You look up at him with sorrowful eyes and pout. “Okay…” So the two of you walk back quickly in silence, Jimin’s arm over your shoulder to pull you close to him as you walk. You felt so bad. You made him come out here in the rain and now he's going to get soaked as well. Eventually, you reach the dorm and he sits you down in front of a radiator. “Stay here ok? I'll be right back.” he says but you don't respond. He takes in your shivering form before heading off deeper into the dorm before returning with some of his clothes. “Here. Put these on so we can get you warm.” he says and hands you the clothes. You turn away from them but he crouches down in front of you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Please, (y/n). I want to make sure that you'll be ok.” You look up at him, a pout still on your face and begrudgingly take the clothes and go to the bathroom to get changed. When you return, Jimin is sitting on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him and looking unfairly cute albeit slightly damp. He extends his arm to invite you into the blanket and you go and join him. “I'm sorry, (y/n).” he starts and you sniff, trying to hold back your tears, “I never meant to...reject you. I...I panicked.” You look up at him, “Panicked?” He bites his lip before continuing, “I just um don't want to hurt you.” You scoff in disbelief, “You rejected me because you didn't want to hurt me?!” “Yes...no..I…” he sighs and looks at you directly, “I don't want to get into a relationship because I know I'll just end up hurting you. I wouldn't be a great boyfriend - I'm always busy and I have to be away for long periods of time and I get so caught up in my work that I know I would forget to give you the attention you deserve. You deserve better than me, (y/n).” You can't believe that he'd think like that. You hold his hand and say, “But I don't want anyone else other than you. I know you're always busy, I know you have to go away for long periods of time but I've had to deal with that anyway being your friend. And you're...you're a lovely person, Jimin-ah. I know you'd make the best boyfriend. I'd understand why you couldn't give me attention all the time. I know you have a lot of pressure on you but I...I still want you.” He smiles and exhales quickly. He squeezes your hand and says, “You really mean that?” “Of course! Every word of it! I know we can make this work, Jiminie.” You'd hardly finished your sentence before his lips were on yours. You reel in the sensation that you'd been dreaming of - his touch making your lips tingle and you felt like everything had fallen into place again. He pulls back and you stare at each other for a while, goofy smiles beaming, before he asks, “Sooo...twister?”

[yoongiinspired]

Is it Always Like This? - Angst/Fluff

Admin- J-Hoe

Summary- You hate being in crowds but being with Jungkook means going through a lot of them. What will happen when after being together for a short time you start having a panic attack in the middle of a massive group of people?

You and Jungkook had been going out for just over a month now. It was all very new and you hadn't even kissed yet. You wanted to spend all the time with him but it was hard with his busy schedule so this lunch date was a rarity.

When you had finished you thought it was safe but the moment you stepped out of the building there was a swarm of fans and paparazzi. Both yours and Jungkook’s eyes widen in shock and you hear him curse under his breath.

“Alright c’mon, (y/n)” he whispers to you and he takes your hand to begin pulling you through the crowd. Girls screamed and clawed at both of you, camera flashes went making you see stars - the noise was overwhelming. You could feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest and every breath squeezed it tighter and tighter.

You shout to Jungkook over the screams, “Jungkook-ah! I can’t do this!”

You were hyperventilating at this point - unable to control your breath. Big crowds were always a problem for you and this was the worst situation possible.

“You can do this, (y/n). Follow me.” he turns back to you as you continue pushing through the crowd of people.

You shake your head and as you do you feel the dizziness getting worse. Your head pounds and your vision starts to go black.

“(Y/n)!” you hear Jungkook shout as your legs give way beneath you. But instead of the hard ground you were expecting, you fall into something soft and then feel yourself being picked up in Jungkook’s arms. You were powerless as he carried you, not knowing where. But you trusted him and there was no way you could find the strength to get up now.

You cling onto him, eyes squeezed shut, wanting to be away from all these people as quick as possible.

He hurries away from the commotion, the body guards trying to hold the hoard back as he runs towards a side street and through alleyways trying to lose them.

Finally, you reach an alleyway and with Jungkook’s back pressed against the wall, you in his arms, the screaming fans run past unsuspectingly. He puts you down on the floor and crouches to look you over.

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” he says as he holds your cheek and shifts his gaze between your eyes. Your breath was still rapid and you could feel the tears threatening to fall.

“Deep breaths. You’ll be ok.” he reassures you, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand as he holds it.

You look straight at him and say worryingly, “Is it always like this?”

He looks out of the alleyway and then back to you, concern etched onto his face, “No...It’s...It was my fault I should’ve…”

You sigh, feeling guilty and interrupt him, “No no, I’m so sorry Jungkook-ah, It’s me. I just hate big crowds so much and...and they just kept pushing me and pulling me and I...I…”

“Hey, hey!” he says as he looks you with soft eyes, “There’s no need to be sorry. It was my fault that I didn’t look after you properly.”

And with that he brings you into a hug. At his touch you start to calm down and steady your breathing - focusing on his comforting embrace. Eventually, you manage to settle your nerves and he pulls back.

Your breathing may have slowed down but your heartbeat was still racing as you sat here so close together. He was still breathing heavily and you notice his gaze lower to your lips. He swallows hard. Then…

He kisses you.

Your little panic attack completely leaves your mind and all you could focus on was the sensation of his lips against yours. You leaned in and his hands came to the back of your head to draw you even closer to him.

Maybe a dirty alleyway wasn’t the most conventional place to have your first kiss but Jungkook wasn’t conventional. That’s what you loved about him.

He pulls back and gives you a smirk.

“All good now?”

[yoongiinspired]

Crazy -Jin Angst/Fluff

Trigger Warning- depression themes

Summary- You’re in a low mood and you can’t handle it when Jin shots at you for breaking his cookie jar. Time to go

Admin- SquishyMinMin

You didn't know what was wrong with you. For the past two weeks you had been feeling sad, but there was no reason for it, you life was going okay and you had everything you needed. You even had the best boyfriend in all the world...you and Jin had been dating for just over five years now. Jin knew you had your ups and downs and he tried his best to help you through it when you were having a bad day. But you worried that as days had now turned to weeks he was getting annoyed with your constant state of laziness. You rolled over as you still lay in bed, not wanting to look at the time since you knew it had to be late afternoon by now. You had been drifting between sleep all day, constant short dreams playing in your head as your sad state festered. You hadn't gotten up for breakfast, you hadn't gotten up for lunch and as it neared dinner time you found that you still didn't really have the energy to get up yet. You let out a huge sigh as you finally rolled over to look at the time. 5:45pm...it was worse than you thought. Groaning as you counted to three in your head you pulled yourself up. You should really at least make dinner for Jin, he'd been making all his own dinners and even making extras for you, though you'd never managed to eat them. This is literally the least you could do in return. Heading towards the kitchen, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas, you sleepily drug your feet across the wooden floor. You could make him a stir fry or something...you knew you had plenty of vegetables, maybe you could even make some black bean sauce if you could be bothered.  You opened the fridge and found everything you needed for the stir fry but unfortunately Jin wouldn't be having any sauce...in fact he probably wouldn't eat any of it and would just make himself a much better dish. You were just wasting ingredients on burnt rubbish that no one would want to eat, or at least that's how you saw it. Despite your thoughts you carried on making the meal, cutting up the veg as small as you could, not really caring that your speedy work made you cut your hand every now and again. You were the one doing it wrong, you deserve the punishment. It was as if you were drunk on your own sadness, blinded by the fog of depression that was forming in front of your eyes and you couldn't breath anymore. Shaking hands finally were unable to grasp the knife anymore, bleeding fingers making everything slippy while staining whatever they touched, the air you sucked in just wasn't filling your lungs as you started to hyperventilate. Why was this happening? What was wrong with you? Was all you could think as you desperately tried to hold yourself up, knocking the food and cutlery all over the floor as you did. Though through the madness, the clatter of falling objects woke you from your hazed state long enough to know you needed to sit down. You must have spent an hour on the floor, vegetables splayed out around you as you finally calmed your breathing, blood dried and the food definitely spoilt from being on the floor. You'd clean this up and go back to bed, you promised yourself as you slowly lifted off the floor, crouching down and cleaning the mess you had made afterwards. Jin didn't have to know. You'd just clean up and act like nothing happened, you nodded to yourself as you turned to the bin. But that's when your heart dropped. Lying on the floor in pieces was the Mario Cookie jar that Jin’s mother had just bought him. He loved it so much. The way his face lit up the moment he saw it mirrored the face he made whenever he pulled a cookie from the jar. And you'd broken it. You'd ruined the only thing bringing him any joy. As you stared blankly at the broken crockery on the floor, you were hit with more panic as the sound of keys in the door sounded. Jin had had the longest day, he kept forgetting dance moves and no matter how much Tae helped him he just wasn't getting it. Usually the thought of coming home to your smiling face would bring him some joy, but recently that hadn't been the case. You were distant, not greeting him at the door, not smiling at him the goofy way you usually did. It made him worry. As he slid the keys into the door he had no idea what to expect on the other side, a happy Y/N, a sad and detached Y/N. He let out a sigh as he opened door, but what lay on the other side he didn't expect at all. Lying on the floor in bits was his favorite cookie jar, food all over the floor as you just stood in the middle staring at him with a hand full of vegetables. And he couldn't handle it anymore. “Y\N! What the hell!?” He shouted as he walked further into the kitchen towards the carnage. You just stood there staring at him with glassy eyes, silent as you couldn't think of anything to say. “Look at the mess you've made!” He scolded as he looked at the floor “first you won't talk to me about what's wrong and then you throw all my stuff on the floor!? You're such a mess!” He threw his hands up in the air in defeat before leaving to get the dustpan. As Jin went round the corner you took your chance. You just couldn't watch him be so upset because of you, so trying to dodge as much broken crockery as you could you ran for the door. Not bothering to get shoes or a coat you just left the apartment. Running away from all your problems. When Jin came back into the kitchen he was surprised to see that you were gone, it wasn't like you to just hide or leave, but then again you weren't being very much like you. Assuming you were still in the apartment Jin bent down and began sweeping up the broken Mario jar. At first he didn't see anything out of place, just the aftermath of what he assumed was your clumsiness. It wasn't until he reached the vegetables, knife and chopping board that were still on the floor that he got confused. Why were they covered in blood? “Y/N?” He called out for you as his heart began to beat slightly faster. When you didn't reply he quickly headed towards your shared bedroom. “Y/N!” He called out again, this time louder and more frantic. He checked the bathroom, living room even the kitchen again but there was no sign of you. “Shit.” How could you have been such an idiot? It was almost 9 o'clock of course it was going to be freezing outside. And no shoes was possibly the worst part of it all as if your spiralling mind wasn't enough. You were going crazy. Outside wondering the streets of Seoul in your pyjamas with no shoes. Jin was one lucky guy you thought as you turned towards the park, hoping to doge the judging looks people were giving you. Couldn't they tell you were already having a bad day? You just wanted to find a bench and resume the eternal snooze you'd been having all week long. No Jin being angry and no you there to annoy him. Just sleeping to avoid the fact he'd probably leave you after this. After finding a bench around the centre of the park you decided to settle down, curling up and trying your best to keep warm. Guess you could just pretend to be homeless now. Jin had been searching for hours, scouring the streets looking for any sign of you but finding nothing. He was ready to cry. He didn't understand what was going on and he just wanted you to be okay. Tired and feeling useless, Jin turned to the park, the last place he'd check before he called your parents and friends to see if you were there. If not then he'd have to phone the police. running over the strangeness of it all in his head “hey yes police, I yelled at my depressed girlfriend and she ran away and now I've lost her.” He muttered to himself  as he couldn't bring himself to laugh, not believing you were really feeling that awful. It was then, that after stopping to scan the benches in the middle of the park that he saw a small curled up ball asleep on a bench. He knew it could just be a homeless person but he couldn't help dashing over just in case and as he did his heart broke. There you were, shivering in your sleep with tear stains on your cheeks and dried blood coating your hands. Despite his broken heart Jin knew he needed to get you inside. Hooking his hands underneath you he lifted you up carefully, making sure you were stable before walking home with you in his arms. In your sleep you nestled towards his warmth, unconsciously trying to escape the cold. “I'm so sorry Y/N.” Jin said as he kissed your sleeping head.

[yoongiinspired]

Sleepy Drunk- Fluff

Summary- You’re J-hope’s best friend but you want it to be something more. When he’s drunk one night and you have to pick him up, what will happen?

Admin- J-hoe

You were fast asleep when your phone started vibrating. You groaned as you clawed around the bedside table trying to find it. Eventually you did and clicked on the screen to check the time. The intense brightness hurt your eyes and you squinted, trying to make out the numbers on the screen. 2am. Who was messaging you at 2am?! Blinking your eyes a couple of times, you finally adjusted to the brightness and scrolled through your notifications. There were various missed calls from Namjoon and Yoongi but the most prominent disturber was Hoseok. Not only had he tried to call you but he had also messaged you multiple times. You bring the phone into bed as you yawn and click onto his messages. He was drunk. That was obvious from his many spelling mistakes and indecipherable messages made from autocorrect. They started off as deep questions such as ‘if tomatoes are fruit is ketchup a smoothie?’ and ‘is sand called sand because it's in between the sea and the land?’. You laughed at these and kept scrolling. It had now become a chain of texts asking where you were and why you weren't replying. Then he realised the time and went on to tell you to have a good night and to sleep well. You'd say he was always so considerate even when drunk but he did just wake you up. He tells you to sleep well yet goes onto say how great a friend you are and how much he loves spending time with you. Getting all soppy. Your heart pangs as you stare at the word ‘friend’. Of course you and Hoseok were friends but you'd always thought there was something more. More times than often, you'd thought you'd shared a moment. But he'd just carry on as if it didn't happen. You'd even been so close to kissing this one time but the next day he had just carried on as normal. Carrying on with reading the messages, he begins to tell you that he thinks he's had a little too much to drink and that he wasn't quite sure what was going on anymore. There was a message about Jimin and a line of shots but you couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say due to the awful spelling and autocorrect. You then realised there was silence for awhile until about half an hour ago. The messages then became panicked and you think he was trying to say that he'd lost the other members. These messages coincided with the calls from Namjoon and Yoongi you realised. Suddenly overcome with worry now, you sit up and press the call button. It starts to ring and goes on for a while, but before it reaches voicemail you here a confused “Hello?”. “Hello?” You reply, “Hoseok-ah, are you ok?” “(Y/n)-ah! Hello!! What are you doing up at this time of night?” You sigh, “You've been messaging me all night! Everything ok? Where are you?” There's just breathing on the other end before he says, “I've...I’ve lost the others and I don't know where I am.” His voice is small and full of worry. “I'll come and find you. What can you see?” You get out of bed and start to throw on some clothes. “There's uh this tree. It's quite big. In fact there's lots of trees everywhere.” He says and you sigh. This wasn't going to be easy. “Anything more outstanding than trees?” You ask. “Well I'm sitting on this bench and it's pretty outstanding. Very sturdy.” “Hoseok you know what I mean.” You retort, trying not to lose your patience. “There's uh this tent thing?” He says hesitantly. “A tent?” you repeat. “It's like those things where you sit on a horse and go round except there's no horses.” He says, doing his best to try and describe what he's seeing. “What?” You say in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? You ask him to repeat what he said but he goes silent again. No doubt daydreaming as he stares off into space. “Hoseok? Hoseok what do you mean?” You’re shouting down the phone now. Finally, his voice is heard again, “You know, it has like the top and pillars to hold it up. There's some flowers around it.” You're out the door as you realise where he is, “A gazebo! You're in the park, Hoseok-ah!” There's a sound of realisation and a laugh as he repeats the word ‘gazebo’, finding it absolutely hilarious. “Stay where you are ok? I'll be right with you.” You say and hang up as you speed off in your car towards the park. - Luckily the park was only a 5 minute drive from your apartment and when you had pulled up onto the pavement near the section of the park you thought he was in, you hopped out your car and jogged towards the gazebo. “Hoseok-ah!” you shout as you see him lying down on a bench, staring up into the night sky. Thank goodness he hadn’t wandered off. At the sound of your voice he sits up and runs towards you. “(Y/n)-ah! I thought i was lost forever!” he says as he embraces you, forever the dramatic one. “I’m here, Hobi-ah. Now let’s get you back to the dorm.” you say but he just clings to you tighter. “No! I want to go back to yours!” he whines. “Hobiii...we need to get you back to the others. They’re probably worried sick!” “Ah they’ll be fine. I just...i want to be with you right now.” he says and looks at you, puppy dog look upon his face. Damn, you can’t resist that. “Okayyy.” you say and he makes a noise of happiness as he brings you back into a hug. He leans all his weight on you and you can tell he’s very sleepy. “Go wait in the car while i just message them that you’re ok.” you say and he beams at you and trudges towards the car. You watch him go before opening Namjoon’s contact and text ‘Don’t worry. I have the Hope. Will return in the morning.’ - You get back in your car and are greeted to Hobi fast asleep in the passenger seat and take a moment to appreciate just how cute he looked curled up, red face, hands acting as a pillow. You manage to put his seatbelt round him while only gaining a few noises of annoyance and then drive off back towards your apartment. As you pull up in your parking space you wonder how you’re going to get him into your apartment, and you haven’t even thought of where he’s going to sleep. You cautiously shake him only to be met with a weak slap of your hand. This calls for something drastic. So you make you way round to his side and shout, “HOSEOK-AH, JIN-HYUNG IS THROWING ALL YOUR UGLY SHOES AWAY!” “They’re not ugly, they’re expensive!!!” he exclaims, immediately waking up and trying to stand up but his seatbelt stops him and he looks down at it confused. He then looks up at you and whispers, “My shoes!” You just laugh and reply, “They’re all still there don’t worry, Hobi-ah.” He sighs heavily in relief and you undo his seatbelt for him. As you lean over, he lays his head on you and you smile. “C’mon you.” you say and help him up so you have your arms around each other's shoulders so you can support him as you walk towards your door (locking your car beforehand of course). You get him into the apartment and he immediately walks towards your bedroom, knowing where it was from being here many times before. You guess you have the sofa tonight then. Rummaging around in your wardrobe, you manage to find some joggers that would fit him and pass them to him. But the moment you get close, he immediately pulls you onto the bed with him and brings you into a cuddle. “Hobi-ahh!” you squeal and place your hand on his chest, butterflies going wild inside your stomach. Then, to your surprise, he starts to kiss your neck. You freeze. But he keeps going, placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbone, making his way further down and you let out a moan. This is what you’ve secretly wanted for a while now but it can’t happen like this - not when he’s drunk. “Hobi-ah, i think we should-” you start but your sentence is cut off as he brings you into a kiss. You freeze again but when you’ve thought about this for so long you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him back. So you kiss him back and your make out session starts to become more. It’s your turn to kiss his neck, then his collarbone and then his chest. You linger, enjoying the feeling of his toned, dancers chest then look up at him… ...to find him fast asleep. Wow. You roll off of him onto your back and stare up at the ceiling with a sigh. Of course it was all too good to be true. After awhile, you find the effort to get up and make your way over to your vanity and watch yourself in the mirror as you brush your hair and start to put it up ready for sleep. Behind you can hear Hoseok mumble something, “I really like you, (y/n). Like, really really like. In fact I think I love you.” You drop the hairbrush and freeze in disbelief. “Hobi-ah I…” you begin as you turn around, only to be greeted with him fast asleep on the bed. Did he say that in his sleep? More importantly did he mean it? Oh gosh why does he have to be asleep now?! You had all these questions you wanted to ask and there he was sleeping while you sat here, sleeping not even being an option with your state of mind right now. Damn, you so badly wanted to crawl into that bed and cuddle with him. But you decided to go to the bathroom and get changed and ready for bed (well sofa) instead. You exit the bathroom in your nightdress and tiptoe past the sleeping angel to make your way to settle onto the sofa in the living room. You lay there uncomfortably - both physically and mentally. You thought you’d never get to sleep with your mind racing with hundreds of questions abou Hoseok but eventually you did, and fell into a troubled sleep. You were woken by the pain in your neck from the awkward sleeping position the sofa forced you into. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you carefully turned the handle to your bedroom and shuffled in where you were met with two slanted eyes staring at you. “Hey.” Hoseok says. “Hey.” you reply. He looks you up and down before saying, “You look nice.” You blush and shift your gaze to the floor and mumble out a thanks, acting as if just a couple of hours earlier you weren’t all over each other and that you didn’t look like an absolute mess right now. “Thanks for letting me sleep here last night and...for putting up with me.” he says and gives you a small smile. You walk over to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “It’s my pleasure.” you say. He places his hand on top of yours and sits up, “You might have thought i was completely out of it last night but...I meant what i said.” “About the shoes?” you joke. You knew what he was talking about but you never were very good at talking about your feelings. You guess that’s why you’d never tried to pursue those moments in the past. But Hoseok isn’t laughing; he’s holding you gaze intensely - a rare look for him. “No, (y/n). When i said that i loved you.” he says sincerely. You take in his flushed face, messy hair and smudged makeup and realise you love this man with all your heart. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except this moment right now. You can’t find any words and although it was stupid, you started to cry. He’s alarmed at this and holds you and says, “(Y/n) I...I’m-” But before he can finish you blurt out, “I love you too, Hoseok-ah.” and burst into more tears. “These are happy tears i promise” you whimper, “You don’t know how long i’ve liked you Hobi-ah, and for you to tell me that you like me too is just...overwhelming!” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation and say, “None of this went how i thought it would though.” He kisses you on the lips between sobs and holding your hand, looking deep into your eyes, he says, “The best things never do, (y/n).”

[yoongiinspired]

Shards - Namjoon Angst/Fluff

Summary- Namjoon breaks a family heirloom, will you forgive him?

Admin- J-Hoe You were walking down the hall towards your shared apartment with your boyfriend Namjoon when you suddenly heard a large crashing coming from within. You sped up your walk towards the door, worried about what was going on. You fumbled with the keys but eventually managed to unlock the door and when you opened the door you were met with an awful sight. There was Namjoon, crouched down, picking up shards of glass off the floor. At the sound of the door opening he looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights. You knew that he had caused this with his trademark clumsiness. He begins to say your name but you look up towards the mantlepiece and see a gap where your mother’s glass angel sculpture was supposed to be and immediately shouted, “Namjoon! What the hell have you done?” You stormed over to him, your eyes transfixed on the unsettling gap. “(Y/n)...” he began again, “I’m sorry, I was cleaning and...and i accidently knocked it off and before i could catch it..it just…” “Fell!” you finish, “Yeah! I can see that! How could you be such an idiot?!” You were raising your voice louder and louder with every word. Of all the things for him to break it had to be that. “Do you know how much that meant to me, Namjoon?! My mother gave me that before she died! It’s been in our family for generations!” He bites his lip and looks down at it, eyes beginning to water. He nods as he looks back up to you, “I know, i know and I’m sorry. It was an accident i promise.” He starts to make his way towards you but you push him away. “What the fuck, Namjoon...really. How could you be so careless?!” you exclaim as you look at his sorrowful eyes. He sniffs and his hands play with the rim of his hoodie sleeves that his hands had retreated into. His gaze shifts to the floor as you stand there lecturing him about his clumsiness and what that statue meant to you and how it could never be replaced. He was like a little kid being told off - all he did was try to keep in his sobs and nod along to what you were saying. He couldn’t even meet your gaze. You were too furious to care that he crying. He was the one who caused this after all. You should be the one that was crying! When you had finished your lecture all he could let out was a small ‘I’m sorry’ and you sighed. “Sorry’s not good enough this time.” you say and storm into the kitchen to find a plastic bag to put the glass in. When you return, Namjoon is crouched over the glass again and tentatively pushing it into a small pile. “What are you doing? Are you so incompetent you can’t even clean up glass right?” you snap as you join him on the floor. You push his hand away from the glass and he winces. Your eyes furrow in confusion as you look to him. “You alright?” you ask. His gaze flickers up you to give you a weak smile and say, “Yeah, it’s nothing really.” His hands retreat further into his sleeves but not before a drop of blood drips from his hand onto the glass below. You watch it fall and see that there are other traces of blood on the shards. Your heart drops and you suddenly realise how harsh you’ve been on him. “Joonie-ah...are you hurt?” you ask softly and go to take his hand but he retreats back before you can. “It’s just a small cut honestly. Let’s get this cleaned up. It’s more important.” he replies and goes to pick up the glass. But you grab his wrist before he can and pull up his sleeve. There, spanning the width of his palm, is a deep gash bleeding heavily. “Namjoon-ah! Why didn’t you say something?!” He sniffs and with a shaky voice replies, “You...you were angry. I didn’t want to cause a fuss.” You were torn between still being annoyed at him and wanted to just look after him. “C’mon. Let’s do something about that cut. The glass can wait.” You lead him towards the kitchen and instruct him to sit down while you rummage through the cupboards to find the first aid kit. You can hear him trying to stifle his wimpers of pain and his crying. Once you had found it, you laid the first aid kit on the counter next to him and pulled out some antiseptic wipes. You ask him to stretch out his hand and he reluctantly does, still avoiding eye contact. As you blot around the cut he winces. “Sorry..” you say. “It’s ok.” he replies. “No...I’m...I’m sorry for shouting at you. It was uncalled for.” “No no you were right. I should have been more careful.” He replies and winces again as you dab a deeper part of the cut. “Sorry.” You say again. Silence falls between you as you take the bandage and begin to carefully wrap it around his cut. You tie the two ends in a knot and hold his hand between yours, pushing down on the cut to put pressure onto it. He puts his other hand over yours and finally looks up at you. “I'm really sorry, (y/n).” Your anger had settled by now and you really did feel bad for shouting so much at him. You give him a small smile before replying, “It's really just an object. And I know how clumsy you are.” He bites his lip and looks down embarrassed. “And that's fine!” you continue, “Honestly, at the end of the day it's just an object like I said.” “But a precious object!” he says and you can see his tears are threatening to reappear. You embrace him and whisper softly in his ear not to worry. You squeeze your eyes shut and hug him tighter as you hear him sniff. You stay there for a while just letting him feel sorry for himself, rubbing small circles on his back. Eventually he whispers out a soft ‘I'm sorry’ and you break the hug, moving your hand to his cheek. Giving him a sad smile you say, “Let's go clean up the glass.” So you both make your way back to the living room with a dustpan and brush and a plastic bag. You carefully clean up the small shards of glass while Namjoon places the large pieces into the bag. Again, silence falls between you - both unsure what to say. Eventually all the glass had been cleared up and you sit on the floor looking down into the bag of your broken family heirloom. “Maybe we can piece it back together?” you hear Namjoon say. You sigh, “No. It's beyond repair.” He looks up at the clock on the wall opposite and shoots up off of the floor. “Ah, (y/n). I've got to just go into the studio for a bit but I'll be back for dinner.” You didn't particular care what he did right now. Nodding, you get up off the floor and stand there clutching the bag. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and tips your chin up so you're looking at him. His eyes mirror yours in sadness and you can tell he doesn't want to leave. But with a squeeze of your hand he makes his way towards the door. You can't leave things like this though so before he is completely out of sight you shout, “Be careful with your hand though!” He turns back to look at you and smiles, happy that you still care about him, “I will. Don't worry.” The time waiting for Namjoon to come back was spent moping about. You played with the shards of glass trying in vain to put them back together but eventually gave up and spent the rest of the evening lying in front of the TV. When Namjoon did come back you didn't even look up to see him walk in. He slipped off his shoes and tentatively sat down next to you on the sofa. In the edge of your vision you could see he was holding out a brown paper bag to you. “What's this?” you ask as you took it from him. “I know it won't replace the memories but I thought we could make new memories with something less...fragile.” he replies. Out of the bag you pull a small, plastic angel statue. You smile and let out a small laugh. “Oh gosh it was a stupid idea wasn't it?” he says panicked but you hold his hand before he stands up. “No no not at all” you reassure him, “It's sweet. Really.” You see his face relax at this. “And you can't break this one! Smart.” you say cheerfully as you tap against the plastic angel. “Well, you know what I'm like.” he says sheepishly. “And I wouldn't have you any other way, I mean it.” you reply and kiss him softly, pulling back to give him a genuine smile.

[yoongiinspired]

Suga Crush- Part 5 Angst/Fluff

Admin- SquishyMinMin

Summery- After Yoongi gives you your bag he walks you home, when he’s gone you discover he left an investigation in your bag. Jin confronts you about leaving him when he needed help and scolds you for being close to Yoongi. It’s time to choose. 

Silence enveloped you as Yoongi walked you home. The night only having gotten deeper left the cold air clinging to your body and as goose bumps sprang up over your uncovered arms, you tried to fight back your shivers. Around you people continued to collect at nightclubs and bars as the party atmosphere of the night was now taking full hold, chatter could be heard in the distance but even still the silence between you and Yoongi was all you were able to focus on. You still couldn’t quite process what was going on, why was Yoongi paying you so much attention? Why had he taken your bag in the first place? You were still so confused and you felt your eyes begin to swell with water once more.

“You okay Y/N?” Yoongi asked, he had been looking over at you for a while now, finding himself taking in all the details of your face that he hadn’t noticed before when he noticed your glossy eyes and the small gasps coming from your mouth.

He had caught you off guard with his question, making you look towards him in shock before you could reply.

“Y-yeah…just a bit cold” you laughed at yourself “I forgot to bring my jacket.” Yoongi laughed along with you as he playfully draped one of his arms around your shoulders to shield your frozen arms.

“Why didn’t you bring a coat? I swore you were wearing one this morning.” He asked not moving his arm away as your apartment came into sight across the road.

“Well…I was too busy looking for my bag to remember that it’s a cold day today...” You mumbled as you tried to cover the fact that your bag meant everything to you. He had obviously heard you however as his head spun around to look at you and out of the corner of your eye you could see that his face showed how funny he thought it was. Having reached the steps to get to the door of your apartment, you decided to run away from the embarrassment you felt and so sprinted up the metal stairs to the door.

“Hey! Don’t run from me Y/N! I’m the hero that found your precious bag!” Yoongi shouted up as he ran after you. There weren’t very many stairs so he was at the top with you in no time at all, you lived above a small corner shop and though it may not be very glamorous it was more than enough for you, you had always been very independent.

“Excuse me Min Yoongi but I think you might be the villain who stole my bag when I wasn’t looking.” You argued as you playfully poked him in the chest to punctuate your point.

“Aaaish but you should have seen how happy you were to find it! Even now you're all excited and smiley. So cute.” You froze at his words, staring at him with wide eyes. He thought you were cute?

Seeing your reaction to the words that had slipped out of his mouth Yoongi felt a bit awkward

“ahh but you should go inside, your neighbourhood is really dodgy, someone might steal your bag again.” He joked as he pulled up your bag strap that had fallen slightly off your shoulder. In reaction you clung tightly to it, afraid you'd lose it again making Yoongi laugh even more. Hugging your bag to your body you smiled as you felt all the contents still inside, relieved and not overly caring as to how Yoongi had got it in the first place.

“Yoongi?” You asked to grab his attention as you looked back to him.

“Y/N?” He was already looking at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Thank you for finding my bag...it means a lot to me.” You smiled at him, still hugging your bag to your chest.

“No problem Y/N” he chuckled “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said as he nodded a goodbye at you. You did the same to him and turned to open your door, finding your keys still safely in your bag. Why had he taken it? Your interest grew now that Yoongi was gone as you sat down on your sofa. He didn't need to, you were only gone for a second and the only people there were staff. The confusion gnawed at you as you set your bag on the table and began rifling through. You had so many things in your bag that at first nothing seemed out of place, bottles of water, wipes, tissues, pain killers, all completely normal, but after a few minutes of pulling things out and setting them on the table you found a small note. This was odd. You didn't keep loose paper in your bag, only a notebook, loose paper only got all screwed up in the bottom and that was just messy.

The note was small and folded to be even smaller, lined white paper it obviously hadn't been in there for too long as the white was clean and the paper not too badly crumpled. Your tired eyes desperately trying to stay awake as your brain fixated on the paper, you started to carefully unfold the pages.

“You owe me a coffee.” It read in a scribbled manner, almost as if it had been rushed. You sprung up from your seat and ran to the door, there was only one person who could have put that in there, but as you swung the door open Yoongi had already gone. Opening the note hadn't answered any questions you had about why he had taken your bag, it had only piled more on.

The questions and theories that the note left running round your head proved to be extremely unhelpful to getting the long rest you needed for the boys comeback show tomorrow. You tossed and turned in bed, scenarios of what could happen whirling around,your busy mind did he mean just you bringing him a coffee or was this some sort of date? Obviously you decided on the first idea, as much as you longed for the second...you knew it was just never going to happen to you.

Broken dreams finally took you to the blaring of your alarm, today didn't start too early since the comeback show was in the evening, but that didn't mean you had any less do to. Lazily hauling yourself out of bed you went about your morning routine, throwing on some quick makeup for what you knew would be far too long of a day and then slinging your bag over your shoulder before heading out to the venue. Most of the staff arrived before the boys so that everything was ready for them to do a full practice, even you who was only there to assist them had to make sure everything was set and ready to go. People whirred around everywhere, carrying wires and equipment, shouting to each other about what needed to be done when and scattered all around were different versions of the song order; one for lighting, one for pyrotechnics and another just for the boys. When the boys arrived they were dressed and ready, today's practice was to be just as the comeback would, apart from no audience and so they went straight into it. No time for chatting.

The practice was going well and all the songs and dances looked breathtaking as you watched BTS dance on the stage, their voices bombing around you, they had worked so hard to be where they were and you were so proud of them. Practice took you into the evening and the boys were able to rest before the actual comeback took place. You had been handing them towels and bottles of water throughout the day and whenever you looked over at Yoongi you found him already giving you a charming smile, making you blush as you remembered crying in his arms the previous day. But...whenever you looked over at Jin, you found he had a sour expression on his face, sometimes you caught him looking at you with anger only to look away once he noticed you turn to him. Jin was normally so goofy and nice that you assumed he was just stressed about the show but something just seemed off to you.

Everyone was backstage running around as the audience were already all in place and the show was about to start any minute, the boys stood mostly in a group at the back of the space, some practicing dances in the final moments and some just joking around with others. As you approached them with water bottles at the ready you smiled at their eagerness.

“Y/N!! You always know just what I'm thinking!” Jimin joked as he gratefully took the water from you and drank it almost all at once.

“Don't go asking for any of mine now that you've drank all yours.” Yoongi warned as he took his water from you. You smiled at his words and he smiled back, making you blush again.

“Though obviously I'll be getting coffee with you later too.” He added as he stepped closer to you, looking down at you for a reaction. But all you did was look up at him in silence, partly because of how close he was and partly because you still didn't know what this all meant. He took your silence as a sign for him to carry on and stepped even closer to you until his mouth was right next to your ear.

“But if you're busy I'll always settle for another hug…” before could respond however, you were interrupted by Jin

“Y/N could I talk to you for a second?” He asked loudly to catch your attention back from Yoongi. You nodded, still very confused at what had just happened and followed Jin to the opposite side of the space, out of view of the other members.

Just as Jin stopped to turn to you, one of the staff shouted out that there were five minutes left before the comeback started, causing a sigh from Jin.

“Y/N What the hell was that?” He asked, not even trying to hide the annoyed tone of his voice as his eyes glared into you.

“W-what do you mean…?” You asked, not understanding how you could have irritated him this much.

“You're basically making out with Yoongi right before our show! You leave me alone yesterday when it's your job to look after me! And when I come to find you what are you doing? Hugging Yoongi in his studio!” He paused to take in your reaction, but seeing as you only stood there with your mouth slightly open, staring at him with big doe eyes, he continued. “Not only is it your job to look after me Y/N!” He shouted “but after flirting with you for weeks I see you with Yoongi! What is wrong with you?! You can't do your job and you ignore me when I'm injured!” He carried on, Jin was no longer thinking about any of the words leaving his mouth and all his points were just going into your confused head and getting all jumbled up. But what you were hearing was that you weren't doing your job properly and that tore into your heart, from what you knew of Jin over the many mornings he helped you with the coffee was that he was so nice and understanding. But clearly he only saw you for your job, and after he told you it was your job to look after him you basically stopped listening. The image of Jin shouting at you with a look of pure rage on his face was too much for you, too tired and confused to deal with all the shouting you just couldn't keep it in any longer. Tears spilled from your eyes and you turned to run away, not wanting to be seen crying two days in a row. Jin would have followed you, guilt flooding him as he watched you run, but the five minutes were over, and he had to go on stage.

You could hear the roaring of the audience all the way from the back of the stage, the fan chant filled your ears and you so wanted to be waiting eagerly, with joy in your heart for the boys return, but all you could think of were Jin’s harsh words before he stepped onto the stage. 

“It’s your job to look after me Y/N!” You could hear his voice filling your ears, his shouting tearing into you as your heart sank in your chest, What had you done? You sat with your head in your hands waiting for the show to end so that you could go home and curl up into a ball, pretend that none of this was even happening. How dare you think for a second that you were special enough to deserve any of the attention you were getting from such talented people. As your thoughts consumed your mind you didn't even notice the music stop and the crowd roaring once more as BTS exited the stage. It wasn’t until you heard the stomping of feet approach you that you hopped up, quickly wiped your eyes and plastered a fake smile onto your face as you once more handed out bottles from your bag. 

“Ahh you did so well!” You congratulated as they took their water, all of them chugging it down as they caught their breath.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Yoongi asked as he parted his bottle from his lips, a concerned look on his face as he noted the glossiness of your eyes and your slightly smudged makeup.

“Of course!” You answered, keeping on your fake smile “just a bit tired I think.” You lied, hoping that no one would notice. But of course Jin knew the truth, and as he looked at you pretending to be okay he just couldn’t forgive himself. 

“Hey Y/n...we didn't he to finish our conversation earlier.” He said gesturing for you to follow him, wincing as he watched your face fall and a look of dread grow in your eyes. Yoongi didn’t miss it either, watching you as you tailed behind Jin.

 Once you had reached the same corner that he had used last time to scold you, you prepared yourself for the worst. “Y/N...I’m so sorry for the way I acted before.” He sighed as he looked down at his hands. “I just saw how much time you’ve been spending  with Yoongi and it’s driving me a little crazy...I don't mean what I said about me being your job.” He paused as you looked up at him with watery eyes. 

“Y/N...I have been flirting with you for weeks though...and I won’t lie, I like you a lot, I care about you so much and it’s so strange but when i’m not with you all I can do is think of being with you. I know Yoongi likes you too...but will you give me a chance?” He finished, looking at you expectantly, his hands shaking from the weight of his confession. You froze, all of a sudden so many of your questions were answered and now they had left you with a choice...who were you going to try to be with. Yoongi or Jin...

Yoongi                                                              Jin

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[yoongiinspired]

Suga Crush- Part 4 Angst/Fluff

Admin- SquishyMinMin

Summary- Having lost your bag you spend all night trying to find it, forgetting about Jin and ending up in Yoongi’s arms. 

You just couldn't believe it, you'd never lost your bag before, you kept everything you could possibly need in it and made sure that you were prepared for anything, that's one of the reasons you got this job in the first place. You ran frantically checking every bit of the stage, retracing all your steps the best you could but your bag was nowhere to be seen, it was almost as if it had saw you finally putting it down and ran away as a puppy would when their owner leaves the door open. In your panicked search you had completely forgotten about Jin’s confetti situation and were instead completely absorbed in finding your precious bag. If anyone knew what you were doing you would be fired immediately, the care of the boys was supposed to be your first priority but as your worst fear came to life you just couldn't help yourself. You'd been thought so much with that bag, it was always right where you needed it, holding exactly what you needed and now, poof, gone. To an outsider it may look like you were a total idiot having a breakdown about nothing, but to you it was everything, you had nightmares of being unprepared and that bag was your security blanket. 

You didn't know how long you'd been looking, time just merged together like a whirlwind as you checked every inch of the stage, even all the seats that the audience would soon take up. Having found nothing there you moved to searching frantically around backstage, ignoring people who were still fast walking around to help Jin as you hardly even registered there was a different, and slightly more pressing issue. Your tunnel vision was almost bringing you to tears having still found no sign of your precious bag despite looking everywhere it could be, you slid down against a wall nearby, your mind buzzing and not yet ready to face your defeat. That's when it hit you, what if another staff member had assumed your large back was equipment that needed to be moved back to the studio?? It was a crazy idea as your bag looked nothing like the bags everyone had spent the day hauling round, but you just had to check, you wouldn't rest until you'd searched everywhere you possibly could. As you left the venue that the boys’ concert was going to be held at in the days to come, you were hit by the cold night air as you threw the doors open, you shivered as you crossed your arms to your chest...your jacket was in your bag. Seoul was still brimming with activity even at night and as you hurriedly passed through people in the street you paid no heed to guessing what time it was based on the number of people filling the bars and clubs around you, you wanted to get your bag, and feel the relief wash over you as you held it in your arms and checked that everything you needed was still safe inside. The studio wasn't too far away, so with you practically running, you managed to reach the studio building within five minutes. You felt a small amount of relief when you threw the doors open and felt the warm air caress your cold skin, washing away the night from you and bringing some sort of comfort to your desperate sole. That of course didn't stop you from springing to action once more as you sprinted towards the storage rooms. You couldn't say you weren't a little devastated when you didn't immediately see your old shoulder bag lying in the middle of one of the many storage rooms, all of which you had turned upside down in desperation and to no avail. You only had one option now, one bleak and impossible chance at not bursting into tears, the actual studio rooms. You knew there's no way it could be there, but since it was nowhere else and that's the BTS studio rooms were the only other place you'd been today...it was the only reasonable place to go. You decided to start with the dance rooms, maybe someone had thought it was one of the boys bags? But when that failed you started storming into the producing rooms, not knocking or announcing yourself at all, you were past that. Fist you threw open the door to Hosek’s room, finding nothing but an empty chair and a turned off computer meaning that obviously he had gone home some time ago or hadn't been here at all today, but no bag meant you didn't care. Not bothering to shut the door you ran next to Namjoon’s room. You knew he'd probably been here at some point given how much he overworked himself but you threw his door open too, never ending if he was in there. Luckily for you there was no Namjoon, just an empty chair surrounded by sheets of music and lyrics, he had been here, but your bag hadn't. As you sprinted towards your last hope, the final place that your bag could possibly be, you felt your heartbeat in your ears and tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. In that moment it felt as if your whole life rested upon this moment, your future at the company, your mental well being and not crying in the BTS studio. Bursting through Yoongi’s studio door your eyes landed on the messy head just peeking over the top of the tall desk chair, your words caught in your throat as you gasped for air in the suspense. “Have you seen my bag?” You asked as you waited in the doorway, fully knowing that Yoongi was not your biggest fan in general, let alone if you stormed into his room while he worked, which you just had. “Your bag? You mean that sack your always carrying round?” Yoongi replied as he continued to work. Your heart sank, he hadn't seen it and all your hope was lost, you couldn't hold back anymore. You couldn't catch the first few hiccups that left your mouth as you started to sob, no matter how hard you were trying to quietly leave the room. Quickly you grabbed the door handle and moved to leave and close the door behind you, but you were stopped. “Wha? Y/N please don't cry…” you heard from behind you. Turning your head to look back at Yoongi you saw he had turned his chair and was standing up, halfway to you already...your shoulder bag in hand. “I have your bag, you left it on stage and I thought it would be funny if I took it since you love it so much.” he explained with wide, apologetic eyes. You only stared at him in disbelief. After you had lost all your hope, assumed the worst, he had had your bag the whole time. You were overwhelmed with relief, so much so that you didn't know what else to do as you surged forward and wrapped your arms around Yoongi. “Thank you Yoongi-ahh!” You sobbed out as you continued to let out all the stress you'd had today. Yoongi didn't really understand what was happening. He didn't want you to be crying, and he certainly wasn't expecting you to hug him. But as he looked down at you crying and clutching onto him, the initial shock faded. He couldn't help himself. He bought his arms up to your shoulders and hugged you back as you carried on squeezing his waist. “Y/N...please stop crying. I wanted you to laugh not cry” he tried to cheer you up and shushed you as he began to rub small circles into your back. He was never this affectionate, he was even shocked at himself and wondered what you'd done to him to make him feel this way. He didn't want to see you cry, he didn't want to see you with Jin, he was actually really enjoying having his arms wrapped around you and how he could smell your hair as his chin rested above your head. He could feel the shakey rise and fall of your chest slowly returning to normal and knew you would want to pull away soon, “Y/N....how about I drop you home, or if you don't want to be alone you can sleep in our dorms and sleep on the sofa?” He asked as he tried to peer at your face, failing as you only shuffled your face away from his, but consequently nuzzling more into the hug. “My house please.” You managed to mumble out loud enough for him to hear. Jin had finally got his eye all back to normal and had been worriedly trying to find you ever since he had. He heard from Jimin that last he saw you you were headed out without a coat or anything and he was scared you weren't okay. Making his way to the studio he was looking for you here before he gave up and went home, he wasn't sure why he needed to make sure you were okay so much, but he knew he wouldn't sleep if he didn't look. Passing down the halls of the studio he heard quiet talking coming from one of the three open doors and thought he had finally found you, a smile of relief appearing on his face as he jogged to Yoongi’s studio door. But as he peered into the room, that smile quickly faded. “would you like me to take you home?” He hears Yoongi ask as he held you in his arms, sniffing your hair and rubbing comforting circles into your back. Why was his heart so broken? Why did he feel so betrayed? He silently moved from the doorway and walked back down the hall, then out the building.

[yoongiinspired]

Wait up- Jimin fluff/angst

You stared at the clock in the hallway. Jimin was due home any minute now and you were excited to spend the last night together before he went off on tour. You sat, crossed legged on the sofa opposite the apartment door, waiting with a whole array of food, plushies and clothes you wanted to give him to take with him on tour. The moment he walked in the door he would be greeted with the sight of you in his favourite dress of yours, surrounded by presents for him. You were sure it was going to be an amazing night. You glanced at the clock once more, seeing the seconds go by agonizingly slowly. It was getting past the time he said he’d be home but that was fine. You knew he was sometimes held up and for good reasons, but he’s not normally too late. You wait a little while longer and start to get bored of staring at the door and decide to go on your phone for a bit. But by the time you’ve scrolled through instagram and facebook, and gotten fed up with the infuriating game you were playing, Jimin was now half an hour late. Your brow furrowed and your lips pursed in annoyance as you realised and turned back to your phone to text him. ‘Are you nearly home, Jimin-ah??’ you sent. You stared at the ‘sent 19:31’, then back at the clock, then back at the sent time. It was back and forth like this until the clock now said 19:45. Sighing, you locked your phone and got up from between the presents to walk to the kitchen and find something to snack on before Jimin came home and ordered his food preference. You grabbed some crisps and leaned against the counter eating them. Glancing at your watch now, it was getting ridiculous how late he was. But there you stayed, eating crisps, annoyed and angry. If he doesn’t come home within the next 10 minutes then your evening will have been fully ruined. You unlock your phone staring at the message again. Still it read ‘sent 19:31’. You didn't have the patience to wait for his reply any more so you clicked the little phone icon and rang him. It rang with 6 rings. Then voicemail. Giving out a frustrated groan, you cancelled the call and chucked the phone onto the counter. Looks like he's not coming back then. Walking back into the living room, you eye the takeout menu on the coffee table but decide against ordering because maybe Jimin will come home in time to eat. You push the presents to the side and flop onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling. You sigh and think how you're not going to get to see Jimin for so long after tonight and he's not even here right now to make the most of your time left together. You think about how you could call Hoseok or one of the others to see where he was but you didn't need to get them involved. If he was at practice they wouldn't pick up either. Unsure what to do with yourself, you pass the time playing with the plushies, reading the food packets and scrolling through your phone - as always. Reading the food packets makes you realise that you're actually really hungry. You hadn’t eaten since lunch and the growl of your stomach proved that. But you didn't want to eat without Jimin because it wasn't like he was going to come home at a ridiculous time. Trying to take your mind off food, you decided to have a shower. Jimin didn't come back on time so he didn't deserve to see you dressed up the way you were. It would pass some time as well at least. You always took ages in the shower cause you loved to sing while in there. So you took off your clothes and stepped under the hot running water and sang until you could think of no more songs to sing. Stepping out, you washed your face and did your skin routine after putting on your pjs. You looked at yourself in the mirror and for some reason your insecurities seemed to jump out at you now. The size of your nose, the rolls on your stomach - everything was screaming at you and you hated every part. You couldn't stop your tears from escaping. Usually Jimin was here to reassure you and comfort you, but now he wasn't which made everything so much worse. You grabbed some tissue and made your way out into the bedroom, falling onto the bed. You didn't care that your hair was making the bed all wet, Jimin can lie on that part if he ever gets back. The mix of insecurity and loneliness meant your crying went on for a while, unable to stop. Your thoughts turned irrational - things you knew weren't true. Like how Jimin didn't actually like you cause you were too fat, too annoying and too ugly. You groaned, wanting these thoughts to stop but whenever you tried to think of something else it didn't work and the tears kept coming. Then your biggest irrational fear made itself prevalent - what if Jimin found someone else while on tour? There were always prettier, skinnier, funnier women and you didn't even compare. Deep down you knew he wasn't like that - he'd ever cheat on you - but your mind wasn't allowing rationality right now. You managed to drag yourself out of bed to dry your hair and brush your teeth because all you wanted to do now is sleep. Whenever Jimin did come back, you'd at least have till the morning to deal with him. Before getting into bed, you walked back to the lounge to grab the soft dog plushy (your favourite of the ones you got him), then pulled the bed covers right up to you and snuggled up to the plushy, a part of you wanting it to be Jiminie while the other part stayed annoyed at him. Exhausted from the emotions of tonight, you fell into sleep quickly with tears still staining your face. - “(Y/n)-ah?” You hear a voice interrupt your sleep and your eyes dart open, sitting up startled and turning to find the voice’s source. “Jimin-ah! You scared me!” You say annoyed, settling back down to resume your sleep. He spoons you and places a kiss on the side of your neck. “I'm really sorry about tonight. I don't even have that good an excuse..” He starts. “What time is it?” You ask trying to sound unbothered. You feel the bed shift as he moves to look at clock on the bedside table. “Nearly half 2 in the morning.” He says. You don't respond. Your annoyance being fueled further with this information. “Are you annoyed at me…” He asks sheepishly, sitting up to try and look at your face. You bury yourself further into the covers and hum in response. “(Y/n)-ah I'm sorry. I really am.” He says again as he tries to turn you around to face him. You sniff, your tears making a reappearance and place the plushy in front of your face, trying to hide even more. “Ahh noo don't cry, (y/n)!” He pleads, still trying to pull you to face him, “who's that you've got trying to hide your face?” You sniff again before whispering, “he's a new plushy I got for you to take on tour. I know how much you like dogs…” “And was everything else in the lounge for me as well?” He says. You nod and peek your head over the plushy to look at him. He looks regretful but also grateful - mostly guilty, “You're too good for me, (y/n). I'm sorry I ruined our last evening together and I know there's nothing I can do to bring it back or make it better.” You lower the plushy further and turn around fully to face him. You lie there opposite each other, his hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears. Looking into his eyes you realise you can't stay mad at this beautiful man and proceed to cuddle up to him. “I'm sad but I am glad you're finally back.” You say as you look up at him. “I'll always come back to you, (y/n). I can promise you that.” He says with a kiss of your lips. You hold on to his blonde head of hair and plead with him, “Please don't go.”, feeling your tears starting to well up again. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop his tears escaping, “I'll be back before you know it. And we'll talk everyday and I'll send you presents and postcards.” You give a small smile and ask, “will you take Jimi with you everywhere you go?”, as you hold up the dog plushy to his face. He smiles and takes it from you, looking down at it, “Ah, Jimi?” You nod. “Of course. I promise, (y/n). And I'll constantly be thinking of you whenever I hold him.” He continues. You stare at the features of his face, taking your time to memorise every detail so you can picture him in your mind every day. Then you bring him into a tight hug. A hug that you wish would never end.

[yoongiinspired]

It was just an Accident- J-Hope angst/fluff

It was just for fun yet you got hurt. Your boyfriend Hoseok and you were making up a small dance as you waited for the Bangtan Boys’ dance practice to start. Jimin was going over a dance with Jin and RM while Jungkook watched, Tae was watching you and JHope, and Yoongi was sitting by Tae as he played on his phone. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes upon you throughout your dance as he was studying your every position and the way your body moved. He was learning but also just keeping an eye out for you as a best friend. Your eyes were mostly on Hobi though as you looked to see what his next move would be so you could work together and create a synchronized dance. Your own smile rivaled his from the fun you were having. But you took your eyes off him for one second as you looked towards Tae and Yoongi who began laughing at something on Yoongi’s phone. One second was all it had taken to be unable to gage Hobi’s next move and before you knew it, his booted foot was coming towards you; fast. Hobi had spun around, lifting his feet off the ground and hadn’t made sure to check that you were at a safe distance away. You felt the smack of the boot strike your eye and your eyebrow bone and you began tumbling to the floor. As you landed, the back of your head collided harshly with the hard floor and your vision turned blurry. “(Y/n)!” screams Tae and he jumps up to his feet and rushes over to you. You groan in agony as Jin and Yoongi run to join him by your side. The others were helping up Hobi who had also fallen from the collision. “(Y/n), are you ok?!” Tae asks you. But you can’t muster the energy to reply so just groan in response as your hold your eye. There’s no blood but you can feel the swelling and the soreness. “What happened?!” asks Jin frantically, crouching down and inspecting you. “Hobi kicked her right in the eye. It looked nasty.” says Yoongi. Just then, Hoseok bursts through. He takes one look at you and says, “Oh god, (y/n)! I’m so sorry!” You recoil back from his voice, distressed. He’s your boyfriend and he hurt you. Maybe not on purpose but everything inside of you wanted to get away from him. He frightened you. Yoongi sees this and grabs Hobi back and starts to see if he’s ok. “(Y/n) don’t move. We’ll call an ambulance or something cause you fell pretty hard on your head.” Tae says as he nods to Namjoon who gets out his phone. You look at Hoseok who’s being held back by Yoongi and you can just about make out a mix of disbelief and regret upon his face through your hazy vision, brought on by the smack to the head and the tears streaming down your face. He goes to approach you but Yoongi has a tight grip on him and Jimin comes over to help. “Are you not going to let me help?!” He asks, annoyed at the two holding him back. “I think you've done enough.” Jimin replies. You struggle slowly to try and sit up but the dizziness gets worse and you suddenly feel drowsy. Your eyes become heavy and you feel yourself slipping into sleep. “No no, (y/n)! Stay awake! You can’t sleep now!” urges Jin from your side and he begins to lower you back onto the floor. Jungkook takes off his jacket and Jin takes it to slip underneath your head. You curl up into a ball and moan from the pain in your head and your eye, not caring that the boys are seeing you like this. The pain and the dizziness was too overwhelming to think straight. One of the staff comes over with an ice pack and holds it on the back of your head. You can hear Hobi’s voice over the commotion you've caused - he keeps apologising and apologising. He bites the inside of his cheek to stop the tears threatening to fall. Realising he won't be allowed to go near you, he shakes free of Yoongi and Jimin and staggers back until he comes into contact with the mirrored wall. Then he slides down it and puts his head in his hands as he looks at you worryingly - guilt wracking through him. “The ambulance is on its way,” informs Namjoon as he puts his phone away and turns to Hobi, “Hoseok what were you doing?! How could you have been so reckless?!” “Wah! It was just an accident! Don't have a go at him.” Yoongi says defensively. “He's a professional. He should know to be aware of his surroundings before he attempts a move like that.” The two start arguing and the others swiftly join in. Some on Hoseok’s side, some on Namjoon’s. Jimin was trying to calm everyone down but to no avail and Hobi sat there in silence, staring at you; his eyes watery and tears escaping. The room got unbearably loud with angered voices which made your headache so much more worse. “Stop…” you managed to whimper out, but it was too quiet over their voices for them to hear you. So you shouted, “Please stop!” The room immediately fell silent as everyone turned to look at you, “You’re making it worse by arguing. Just stop.” Hoseok stands up, “(y/n) I’m-” But before he could finish Mr. Son, the choreographer, walks in, “I heard what happened to (y/n) but I’m sorry boys we need to start practicing. Someone help her up and lead her to the side room where she can lie down until the ambulance comes.” Hoseok goes to help you up but Yoongi places a hand on his shoulder, indicating him to stop. Jin scoops you up carefully in his arms bridal style and you try to hold in your winces and the contents of your stomach as the room spins and the feeling of nausea overcomes you again like a tidal wave. “Jin i think I’m going to be sick.” you say and Jin picks up the pace and walks out of the room. As you do, Hobi never takes his eyes of you, mouth slightly open and eyes red. He swallows hard as he sees Jin leave with you in his arms. It crushed him to see you in another man’s arms, especially since you were hurt. Hurt by him… “Ok now let’s focus please. Let’s do Baepsae and um i think everyone should take their shoes and socks off in light of what happened.” says Mr. Son. Jungkook slightly narrows his eyes at Hobi as he takes off his much loved Timberlands. But Hoseok is too distracted by looking at you through the window connecting the side room and the studio. You lower yourself onto the medical bed as you wipe the vomit from your mouth. Jin puts the bin to the side and is ushered out of the room back and to practice by a staff member but manages to give you a small, sad smile before he leaves. You watch with blurred vision as he enters the studio and into formation with the others. The staff member places an ice pack on your head and your eye and you lie down, trying to curb your nausea and drowsiness. Back in the studio, Hoseok musters enough energy to get up off the floor and join the others in the formation. They move away slightly from him wearily but Mr.Son is quick to order them back in line. “Guys, don’t worry. I promise i’ll be more careful.”  Hobi reassures them but they don’t look totally convinced, not even Yoongi. After all, they had just seen him kick someone carelessly. The music starts playing and everyone readies themselves. As the song goes on Mr.Son has to keep telling them to up their game and put more effort in but as hard as they try, the moves just don’t have the same impact as they once did. No one can bring themselves to get into the dance so they just move their bodies with as little effort as was passible in the eyes of Mr.Son. Hobi, normally 100% in it even during practice, was distant and not really paying attention to perfecting the moves. Although he did focus on not hitting anybody else. When it got the part where he had to jump over the other members, they all moved far away from him, too worried that Hoseok would trip or trample over them. At this the music was cut. “Boys i won’t tell you again. Move closer to JHope.” Mr.Son commands. They look to each other, waiting for someone to voice their concern. Finally, RM speaks up, “We’re just worried about this particular part after..what happened.” Hobi’s face falls at the realisation that he really has lost all of their trust. His eyes move from the boys to you through the window. You sit up as the paramedics come in the room, holding your head as it swims. They give you the once over and one of them asks you to look at the light of a small torch but you just can’t focus on it. You’re asked to stand up but as you do you feel yourself losing balance again and the paramedic is quick to steady you. “Ok now if you can, walk towards me.” she says as she stands on the other side of the room. You squint your eyes trying to stop the blurriness but tentatively start to walk when you realise your vision isn’t getting better anytime soon. You’ve only taken a couple of steps when you collapse to the floor once more, none of the paramedics catching you in time. In the studio, Hoseok sees this and runs out of the door with Namjoon calling after him. Bursting into the side room he pushes the paramedics away from helping you up and helps you up himself. “Sir,” the paramedic says, “Please let us do our job.” You manage to make out his face as he holds you up, “Hobi-ah?” Your eyes fight desperately to close and as they do you hear Hoseok pleading with you to stay awake. Then there’s the sound of him arguing with the paramedics as you’re shifted onto a stretcher. “Alright let’s get her into the ambulance.” the paramedic says and you begin to be moved down the corridor to the exit. Hoseok is close behind you but before he can take 2 steps away from the studio door a hand catches him “Hoseok let her go. We still need to practice.” Yoongi says softly. Hoseok turns around to him, opening his mouth to say something but when he sees the look on Yoongi’s face he quickly shuts it. “Ok.” he says and Yoongi lets go of him, He sees his chance and the moment there is no one holding him back, Hoseok runs off towards you - Yoongi shouting after him. He manages to jump into the ambulance before its doors are shut. “I’m her boyfriend.” he says to the shocked look on the paramedics face. She mumbles an ok before inserting a drip into you. “Is she going to be ok?” he asks, sitting by you and holding your hand. “We’ll have to run some tests when we get to the hospital to find out. What exactly happened?” she replies. So Hoseok relays the story of how he was the one to hurt you and how you hit your head on the floor all because of him. A few tears escape as he does so and the paramedic hands him a tissue and he thanks her. “It sounds like an accident to me. I’m sure she’ll forgive you.” “I don’t know. She was almost scared of me when i tried to help her at first.” Your eyes were closed but you were still awake during all this. The drip was numbing the pain a little bit and you’d gotten over your paranoia; all you felt was guilt for making Hobi feel so bad. But you couldn’t find it in you to say anything. You hoped the squeeze of his hand meant something. He smiles and squeezes back and says, “It’s ok, (y/n). I’m here.” For the rest of the journey you closed your eyes and tried to focus on Hobi’s hand in yours to distract you from the discomfort. You couldn’t see, but you knew his eyes never left you as he kept reminding you to stay awake. You’d squeeze his hand again or run your thumb over the back of it every time to show him you were still awake. Once in the hospital you were taken to the scanner. “Don’t worry, Hobi-ah.” you said before you travelled beyond where he was allowed. Your vision had slightly returned now and his face was still plastered with that look of concern and worry as you were wheeled away. Hoseok paced up and down the waiting room, ignoring his phone as it went off the 10th time now. The other people must have thought there was something wrong with him but he didn’t care. He couldn’t be still or even speak to anyone until he knew you were truly ok. Finally, after what seemed to be hours of waiting, the doctor came out and called him over. “She’s going to be ok,” she started and Hobi looked up and breathed a sigh of relief, “She just needs rest and lots of fluids for a week or so.” “Thank you, I’ll make sure she is waited on hand and foot i promise.” The doctor smiles and leads him to the room where you were. He walks in to find you holding an ice pack to your eye and lying down. “(Y/n)-ah?” he says tentatively. You sit up and smile as you recognise him. “Hobi-ah!” “I’m so glad you’re ok! I’m so sorry, i understand if you’re annoyed or mad at me..” he says as he makes his way to sit by your side. “Hobi-ah, I’m not annoyed or angry. It was an accident.” you say and place your hand on his cheek. He holds it and brings it round to his lips to kiss it. “Hoseok!” a voice shouts and you both turn your attention to the door where the rest of BTS was filing into the room. “Is (y/n) ok?” Namjoon continues as he looks to you, eyes wide. “I’ll be ok, Joonie, don’t worry.” you say as the guys gather around your bed. Taehyung walks straight over to Hoseok and scolds him, “Why did you run away to her? She was scared of you for goodness sake!” “Tae. Don’t.” you say and he looks at you confused, “Everything is ok, honestly. I’m glad he came with me.” Tae has no choice but to stay silent at your defense of Hoseok. “Mr.Son isn’t happy with you though.” Jungkook says to Hobi. “I can deal with him. I’ll volunteer to choreograph for twice as many dances and he’ll have no choice but forgive me” Everyone chuckles at this and the atmosphere seems less hostile now. “How’s your eye?” Jimin asks as he observes the ice pack. You lift it up and everyone winces. “It will be fine though eventually. No major damage thankfully.” “I really am sorry…” “Hobi-ah i told you, all is forgiven” you say, “Just be a bit more careful next time!” “Yeah for all of our sakes!” chips in Yoongi playfully. “I promise i will! And i hope you can all trust me again.” Hobi says. “I think all will be fine. I mean, i know personally you’re the one who genuinely helps me get the dances. Honestly i wouldn’t be able to do them if it wasn’t for you.” Jin speaks up. The others either nod or hum in agreement. Namjoon turns to the boys, “So we all good?” “Of course.” all but Taehyung reply. Jungkook nudges him. Tae lifts up his head. He looks to you and your eyes that plead him to say yes, then to Hoseok whose eyes are apologetic. “Yeah we’re all good.” he eventually replies and he and Hoseok share a smile. “Alright good.” Namjoon continues, “Now let’s let (y/n) get some rest.” The boys say their goodbyes and leave until it’s just you and Hobi left. “I guess i should go as well so you can rest.” he says, going to get up but you grab his shirt to stop him. “There’s no reason you can’t rest with me.” you say hopefully. He smiles, “Very true.” and he lifts up the covers and joins you in the small hospital bed. You place the ice pack on the side and cuddle up to him, instantly feeling at ease. Then, with his fingers playing with your hair, you finally allow yourself to sleep. With a kiss on your head, Hobi whispers, “Sleep well, my love.”

[yoongiinspired]

Suga Crush- Part 3- Yoongi Fluff/Angst

Admin-J-hoe

Summery- The timetable changes and you’re sure everyone will go back to ignoring you again, but when Jin gets injured, you’re bag isn’t with you. You’re unprepared.

You lay in bed that night smiling uncontrollably. You can't believe it took a wrong coffee order for him to notice you again. And he did it in such a way that you would never get it wrong again, that's for sure.

The next morning you got to work and repeated to yourself ‘two scoops’ as you made Yoongi’s coffee. You finished up making the others’ drinks and placed them all on a tray and tried your best to balance them all as you headed out of the room. But unfortunately you didn’t see the spool of wire someone had dropped and you began falling as you got tangled up in the black snake. The tray slipped out of your hands almost in slow motion but before the drinks tipped to the ground, a hand appeared to steady the tray while another hand grasped your shoulder to steady you. Looking up, you saw the concerned, brown eyes of Jin.

“(Y/n)! That was a close one!” he says, smiling from relief.

So he did know your name after all.

“Ah thank you, Jin.” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact. You shifted the tray in your hands trying to rebalance them.

“Let me help you with some of them.” Jin insists as he grabs some of the mugs off the tray.

You make your way down the corridor and into the practice studio making idle small talk. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Jin cause he was very friendly and as he cracked one of his dad jokes you broke into a giggle and walked into the studio.

All heads whipped round to you and Jin as you entered. Unbeknown to you, Yoongi’s eyes instantly narrow quizzically as he sees you laughing with Jin.

It was early and the boys wanted their coffee to wake them up. You saw Yoongi jump up and jog over to the table where you were beginning to place down the coffee. You picked his mug up and passed it to him.

“How many scoops, (y/n)?” he asks skeptically, looking at the steaming liquid in front of him.

“Two scoops, Suga…” He raises an eyebrow at you, “Ah uh Yoongi. Just like you requested.” you continue proudly.

“Good.” he smiles.

“Wah, why does Yoongi-hyung get special requested drinks?!” you hear Jungkook whine.

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get, maknae.” Yoongi teases back. At this the room is in uproar, each member complaining that they don’t get special drinks and Yoongi trying to defend himself.

“I..I can make all of you a special drink if you want!” you manage to shout above the commotion. But instantly you regretted it.

Everyone started shouting their orders at you all at once. You rummaraged around in your bag trying to find a notepad and pen and began to hurriedly write down each order. You didn’t know there could be so many different and complicated drinks that could be made!

Jin slings his arm around you and your breath hitches in your throat as he says cockily, “(Y/n), you don’t need to make all those drinks for these losers. How about i help you make the coffee in the morning and you make me my special drink only? Seems like a fair deal don’t you think?” He gives a teasing grin to the others who all cross their arms in annoyance.

“Wah! Hang on I asked (y/n) first!” wailed Yoongi, pulling Jin’s arm from around you half jokingly, half defensive.

“Let’s not fight over (y/n), you two.” warns Namjoon.

The attention has never been all on you before and you quickly flush red, uneasy.

“You’re embarrassing her!” Hoseok points out. As you lower your head you catch a glimpse of Jin and Suga smiling at your reaction.

“Look why don’t you all leave her alone and just make everything easy by leaving things how they were.” Yoongi says as he comes to walk around the otherside to you than Jin and lightly grabs your wrist.

“And let you be the only one who gets a special order? I don’t think so! I’m the oldest so i deserve a drink just the way i like it.” Jin says in response and grabs your other wrist, staring at Yoongi. You can’t tell by their tone of voice if they’re joking or are really getting annoyed at each other.

“Don’t be abusing your privilege!” Suga says as he pulls you out of Jin’s grasp.

“Guys i should really..” you start but are quickly cut off by Jin, still staring at Yoongi,

“I would just be getting the respect I deserve!” and he pulls you out of Yoongi’s grasp.

There’s a chorus of ‘oooh’s from the others as they watch this ridiculous scene unfold. Yoongi rolls his eyes, lets out an ‘aish’ and opens his mouth to retaliate but Namjoon steps in before he can get a word out,

“Alright i think that’s enough. (Y/n) has better stuff to do than be your doll, I’m sure.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything more but looks at your wrist that Jin is still holding. You realise and awkwardly inform Jin - he lets go with an apology but you just smile up at him and tell him not worry. Seeing your smile, something ignites in Jin and his stomach instantly fills with butterflies and he feels light. His eyes brighten as he stares at you but quickly realises what he’s doing and manages to smile back at you before you start to head towards the door. But Suga jogs up to you and pulls on your bag strap to pull you back and stop you at the door.

“Uh you’re still going to make me my drink right?” he asks, annoyed.

You just smile, readjusting your bag and assure him that he’ll get his drink and he doesn’t need to worry.

“Also what was that with Jin?”

“What do you mean?” you say, not understanding what he was referring to.

“You know, he was all defensive about you and you two were laughing as you came in together.” he elaborates.

“I dunno...he was just helping me with carrying all the drinks and he told me one of his jokes. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Then Yoongi asked himself - why was he worrying about the way Jin was acting with you? He suddenly felt protective of you and he didn’t think it was just cause of his coffee.

“I’m...I’m not worried about it. Whatever. Just don’t let him force you to do what he wants yanno.” he says nonchalantly.

“Well I’m just doing my job, Yoongi.” you reply, totally confused to what he was getting at.

“Right...yeah…” he says now unsure what to say. But luckily just then, Hoseok calls him over to start practice and you and he excuse yourselves. You flash him a small smile, bow slightly and walk down the corridor, Yoongi watching as you go.

The morning after, you walk into the coffee room to see Jin standing there, leaning against the counter on his phone. He looks up as you walk in and smiles brightly.

“Jin? What are you doing in here? I can make you your coffee, you don’t need to make it yourself.” you question.

“Well i said that i’d help you make them in the morning so here i am!” he says cheerfully as he tucks his phone into his pocket.

So for the next week when you get to work Jin is there, waiting to help you with the coffee every morning just like he said.

Unfortunately, when the week is up it’s time for them to go back to their schedule of doing performances nearly every day and you won’t get to spend the mornings making coffee with Jin anymore. You’d really enjoyed his company this past week with his jokes and just overall friendly demeanor. You also found out some personal things about him and you in turn shared a little bit of yourself. But now he’ll probably be too busy to even talk to you and your heart sinks as you realise things will just go back to the way they were. Yoongi had even gone back to pretty much ignoring you during the week. You asked him once if there was something wrong but he just waved it off, telling you he might seem a bit off because of stress but you weren’t totally convinced. Maybe you’d overstepped your boundary as a staff member. Cause really that is all you were.

“Jin…” you say, walking down the corridor with the coffee for the last time before the tour.

He hums in response, keeping his eyes on the full cups in his hands.

“I know i’m just staff but i just want to say i’m really going to miss making coffee together every morning.”

Drawing his eyes away from the coffee and to you, he smiles,

“(Y/n)-ah. I’m going to miss it too! But it’s not like we’re going to ignore each other from now on!”

You blush when he uses the informal version of your name and your mind is put to rest. Now it’s just Yoongi you were worried about.

Monday came and with it the start of on location rehearsals. When you had a spare moment, you watched the boys from the wings during their rehearsals but only ever got to interact with them in passing.

“Alright time for break!” shouts the manager and the guys all collapse onto the stage with a sigh of relief. You rush over with a crate of water and hand them out to each one. Yoongi smiles in thanks as he looks at you but then quickly lowers his gaze. You try not to think anything of it and hand Jin a bottle. He mutters a thanks and you turn to go but stop when you hear him say,

“You know, (y/n). I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday about you just being staff and all and i just wanted to tell you that i’d never think any less of you just cause you’re staff. None of us would.”

Hoseok nods beside him and says, “We’re all family. The BTS family!”

“Thanks guys…” you say shyly, “It really means a lot.” and you give a slight bow before heading off again.

“Hang on, (y/n). Stop!” you hear Jin shout after you and stop again, “We have to uh initiate you into the family though!”

You look confused and reply, “Jin, I’ve been-”

“By teaching you my traffic dance!” he cuts you off and stands up. You hear Yoongi groan,

“Jin, i don’t think (y/n) wants to learn your stupid dance.”

“Sure she does! C’mon, put your bag down and come over here.” he beckons you over to the edge of the stage away from the others. You purse your lips unsure whether to do what he says. You look to Yoongi since he was so against it and as you decide to make your way over to Jin he rolls his eyes. You don’t react but instead look back to Jin who was smiling.

Tae, Jungkook and Yoongi go and sit in the auditorium wanting to watch this unfold while Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin stay to join you in the dancing.

“Ok spread yourselves out then. You need lots of room for this.” Jin instructs and you put down your bag and go in the space near Jimin. Jin first demonstrates the dance which consisted of marching on the spot while straightening your arms out in different directions. He then asks you all to do it but you hesitate, looking to the others who seem to know what they’re doing already. You felt so embarrassed. Looking over to Yoongi, you see his tongue between his teeth as he studies the others dancing then when his eyes move to you he narrows them and raises his eyebrows in a ‘go on then you do it too’ sort of look.

Narrowing your eyes back at him playfully, you start to do the dance the best you can. Obviously it’s not that great cause the moment you start Yoongi begins to laugh, nudges Taehyung and points at you. You know he wasn’t really laughing at you to be mean but you stopped immediately, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further.

“Ah (y/n) don’t stop! You were getting the hang of it! Look just watch me again.” Jin says and begins the dance but when he puts his foot down it collides with one of the pyrotechnics on stage and the moment he turns to look down at it, a blast of multi coloured confetti blows up in his face.

The boys in the auditorium burst out laughing but you and the others on stage rush over to Jin realising that that must have actually hurt. He turns around sputtering out confetti.

“Jin you alright?!” asks Namjoon as he puts a hand on Jin’s shoulder.

“I mean..not really…” he manages to choke out in between coughs. The others realise that something is actually wrong and come to stand at the edge of the stage.

“C’mon, I’ll take you backstage.” you offer and, along with Namjoon, hold him up as you walk backstage to find him some help and clean him up.

“What the hell happened?!” the manager asks as you sit Jin down on a chair.

“A pyrotechnic went off.” Namjoon informs him and he mumbles something under his breath about those damn techies and storms off saying he’s going to give them a piece of his mind.

Jin sits there in what you can only presume to be shock as Namjoon tries to brush the confetti off him. But it’s just gotten everywhere.

“Hang on, i’ve got some wet wipes in my bag.” you say and go to get them. But you can’t because your bag isn’t by your side. It’s never not on your side. It’s then you realise that you took your bag off to dance and left it on stage so you excuse yourself and frantically run back to retrieve it. You rush over to where you had left it.

It wasn’t there.

[yoongiinspired]

Deserving of You - Jin Fluff

Admin- J-hoe

Summery- Jin meets you outside work and you have a nice evening in.

Finally it was time to go home. You couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend Jin and snuggle up to him as you listen to him regaling you with the stories of the Bangtan boys’ escapades that day. Making sure you had everything, you pulled up the hood of your coat and stepped out into the rain pouring down outside. As you turn your back to lock the door of your small shop, you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You scream in reaction and whip round to see who it was. “It's me, it's me!” Jin exclaims. “Jin-ah! What are you doing here? I thought you’d be just finishing practice now.” you say, a wide smile upon your face. “We finished a little bit early so i thought i’d come and surprise you!” “You’re too lovely to me.” you say and stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose as you hold each other, “Wait did you get the bus here? Cause i dropped you off this morning.” “Yeahh so that means…” he starts. “That means we have to get the bus back..” you finish, face falling slightly. He tips your chin up with his fingers, “Hey c’mon. You’ll get to cuddle up to me the whole way back.” “Truee.” You smile up at him, taking in his dripping, black hair and flushed face. Taking your hand in his he pulls you towards the bus stop exclaiming, “We better get moving! I’m freezing my butt off here!” You laugh and hurriedly walk along the road with him, putting your free hand up to shield your face from the rain. When you reach the bus stop you cuddle up to Jin as you stand, waiting for the bus. He wraps his arms around you and reassures you that he’ll warm you up and protect you from the rain. As annoying as rain was, you enjoyed it in a way. The calming effect of the sound of the drops hitting the pavement and a nearby metal bin, along with Jin’s arms tightly around you was nice. But it’s not long before the bus arrives and you enter, sitting next to each other. Instantly he rests his head on your shoulder. “Long day?” you ask. He hums in response as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “But now we’re going to go home and cuddle.” he states, not moving his head from its position. “Of course, my love. I’ll even cook!” At this, his head snaps up and upon his face is a skeptical look, “Hmm I appreciate the offer but we both know your cooking skills are...questionable at best.” You let out a fake sound of offence and say, “Oh wow rude! What about that lasagne i made last week? You said you loved it!” He grimaces and confesses, “I was just being polite. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings!” “Kim Seokjin you lied to me!” you say, jokingly offended. You shake your head at him but then lean your head on his shoulder showing there was no hard feelings. The rest of the bus journey was spent cuddling and chatting about this and that. Luckily the journey wasn’t too long and before you knew it you were hopping off the bus and opening the door to your shared flat. Stepping into the hallway, you pull your coat off and shiver a little. Jin instantly puts his arms around you after he had closed the door. “Wah! Don’t make me all wet as well!” you say and he raises his eyebrows at you as he smirks but you just just give him a disapproving look, “Just cause i was sensible enough to bring a coat.” He looks down at his soaked sweater and jeans, droplets of water falling onto them from his hair. Then he starts ranting at you in his normal way about how he had no time cause you were taking ages to get ready so made him late and how it wasn’t raining in the morning so he didn’t know it would rain so much later. You just laugh at his little rant finding the way he gets so worked up adorable and shut him up with a kiss. “C’mon let’s find you a towel and get you out of those clothes.” you say, now being the one to give him a suggestive look, walking towards the bedroom. “Oho…” he exclaims and follows you. You help him take his jumper off that was plastered to his chest and he in turn takes off your jumper. You help each other into some comfy clothes, not without having a little fun before though… Once in dry clothes (you in your favourite hoodie of his), you grab a towel and follow Jin into the kitchen, trying to dry his hair as you walked. He just laughs and says, “(Y/n)! I won’t get the dinner done if you keep doing that. It’s not even helping dry my hair.” You shush him and reply, “Yes it is. Plus i don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.” He turns away from the cupboards to look at you and plants a kiss on your lips and ruffles your hair, “Always looking after me, jagiya.” You step back with a smile, rearranging your hair he had just messed up. “Alright I’ll leave you to it!” you exclaim and make your way into the lounge. You wait for dinner curled up in a blanket reading your book. Occasionally you catch a glimpse of Jin through the archway to the kitchen, watching him cook. The smell of black bean sauce fills the air and you see him pour cut up bits of pork into the wok and you know he’s making Jjajangmyeon - a favourite meal of both of yours. Eventually, your nose gets the best of you and you leave your position from the sofa to go and try scavenge a taste of the food. Luckily Jin has his back turned as you sneak in and as you were about to dip a nearby spoon into the wok you heard, “Don’t even think about it.” from Jin who didn’t even turn around to look at you. “Jin-aahh” you whine, going over to hug him from behind, “I just wanted to taste it.” “It’s nearly done don’t worry, jagi. You could start setting the table and sit down.” Pinching a strip of cucumber from the chopping board which earned an annoyed ‘Wah!’ from Jin, you gathered the cutlery and started to set the table. Just as you had finished, Jin comes in with two steaming bowls and sets them down. “Thank yoouu!” you say gratefully, kissing him on the cheek and sitting down. He sits down opposite you on the small table and you both begin eating. You make an appreciative sound and say, “This is soo good!” He lets out his classic ‘yah’ of appreciation and replies,“Only the best for you!” You smile and your eyes soften as you look at him, loving his dorkiness. You can’t take your eyes off him for the rest of the meal and he continually looks up at you, only to blush and look back down at his meal. “Wah, (y/n). Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks once you had both finished, both of you unable to control the smile on your faces. “Cause...cause i just love you so much!” He makes his cute, windshield wiper laugh in response to your cuteness and scrunches up his face, “I love you more!” Somehow your smile manages to get even wider as you reply with a ‘I love you the most!’. His hand reaches across the table and you move yours to hold it gently. “I love you the mostest!” he cries triumphantly, knowing there’s no higher love to say now. “Aish..” you sigh and jokingly pout as you look to the side acting annoyed, knowing you’ve been beaten. “Aw, baby. C’mon let’s go cuddle. I’ll do the washing up later.” he says as he stands up and holds his hand out to you. Now smiling, you take his hand and walk over to the sofa. You lie down on the couch with your head in Jin’s lap as he sits. He starts to run his hands through your hair and hum a little tune. You relax at the soothing feeling of his touch and the light melody - Jin can always put you in a good mood even after a long day. You didn’t recognise the tune until he starts singing ‘Awake’ and you listen to the lyrics of the song and the way his voice carries them. He sings gently to you. Not the way he sings on stage but a way that is meant just for you - personal. The lyrics are sad and you think back to the times he cried in your arms about not being good enough for BTS. He’s normally so confident but you know that really he is always comparing himself with the others, thinking that they’re better than him. You grab his hand and start running your thumb over the back of it; soothing him like he soothes you with his voice. You wait for him to finish, all the while listening intently and smiling in a melancholy way. Finally he does finish and you sit up to face him, still holding onto his hand. “You know you’re an amazing singer, Jin-ah…” you say sincerely. “(Y/n)-ah you don’t have to-” he starts but you cut him off, “No really. Never think you’re worth anything less than the others cause you’re just as good. I’d say even better...” He smiles at this. “And i wish there were words to describe just how amazing and talented you are and how much i love you. But there never will be.” He moves closer to you, practically sitting in your lap, sparkling eyes fixed on yours, “I don’t deserve you, (y/n)” “We deserve each other.” you reply and kiss him softly.