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IMAGINE: ANAKIN COMFORTING YOU, HS PADAWAN, WHEN YOU’VE BECOME DEPRESSED AND ARE TRYING TO HIDE IT.

Anakin had noticed your shift in mood, your normally bubbly disposition fading. You had become quieter, not as optimistic as you once were, and it worried Anakin. He didn’t know what had caused your change in personality, but all he knew was that he wanted to stop it before it got worse.

“y/n, you know you can tell me anything, right? And you should, especially if there is something troubling you.” Anakin says, catching you off guard as you look up at your Jedi Master with wide eyes. Nodding at you, Anakin continues, “I am more than your Master, y/n, I am your friend, and I want to help you in any way I can.” 

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{MYG} My Pick-Up Note

Pairing| Yoongi x Reader

Summary| You get a Pick-Up note for your order as you missed the Postman this morning. As you pick it up at the post office, you notice it is not your order. But a guy's named Min Yoongi.

Genre/Warning| Fluff, oneshot

Note| I came up with it today and woke up way too early on my free day :,> so enjoy

Disclaimer| Authors note!

Please know that english is not my first language. I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes and hope you can still focus on the storyline instead. All of the upcoming stories are only pure fiction from my daily ideas and imaginations and I'd likely want to share my passion with you.

If you have requests please always feel free to dm!💜

Much Love!

—Silvy🐱

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You groaned as you spotted the yellow pick-up note sticked over the top rim of your mailbox. You ordered a hoodie. A hoodie that would've been delivered and worn by you now only if you weren't that lazy to open the door for the postman just about twenty minutes ago. You rolled your eyes and went back to your apartment. You cursed at yourself under your breath. You've been waiting and all hyped about that hoodie for so long. And now, it is your fault you have to wait for even longer now. You looked at the pick up date, only to percieve the message, that your package would arrive back at the main post office two days later.

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Here you were. Standing in line to get to the shelter. You couldn't take your mind off of how good you would look in that new damn hoodie after a painfully long amount of pre-order waiting and shipping duration. Your head snapped up at the 'ding' and you stepped to the smiling lady at the shelter.

You handed her your yellow pick-up note and she nodded her head checking her PC.

"Just a moment miss Min~" you nodded and then frowned after she left.

"........ hah?"

She came back with the package and handed it over. Your face was the definition of happiness and your hands have already met the white box. "Thank you, have a nice day~"

The lady already pressed the button to cause another 'ding' to invite the next person to get to the shelter, as you jumped in "Wait!"

The lady snapped her head up at you.

"Th--this is not my adress!" She blinked and checked the yellow papers. "It's your pick-up number miss. It is truly the right package"

You looked at her dumbfouned. "Miss, this is still not my adress! I want my damn package!"

The elderly lady behind you started mocking in a high pitched voice to make you move out her way, impatiently wanting to hand in a letter.

The lady at the shelter sighed. "Miss Min, please. Contact our hotline about your issue. I'm just trying to do my job. Have a nice day."

You boiled in anger "I am not Miss Min! Arghhh!" You stumped out the Post office angrily and left. You entered your car and threw the box onto your passenger seat and left a bothered sigh.

After calming down you turned your face to the box again. It surely was the same brand you bought of. That's why the boxes must've been exchanged... you carefully scanned the box and looked at the adress. Maybe just the adress was wrong? But then the package must've arrived at the wrong adress and you would've never got that doomed pick-up note. You rolled your eyes annoyed. The only way to find out was to drive to that adress and ask the real owner. He probably has your package.

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You scanned the plate once again to make sure before you rang. "Min Yoongi" it said. It's the right thing. It only took a few seconds for the inhabitant to open the door after you rang. and he caught you off guard. Real bad. Here he was. A guy your age. Maybe just a year older. Or two. His eyes were hooded. His features were beautiful and skin really well taken care of and lips pouty. His black, probably freshly dyed hair was all over the place. His black plain shirt was hanging loosely from his shoulders, showing off his collarbones. His necklace was hanging from his neck showing a silver pisces pendant and the black baggy sweaters matched also to his black fila slippers.

After a few seconds of re-thinking your words you snapped. "Um-..."

He tilted his head at your unsureness. "Can I help you?" His voice was even more amazing. It was raspy. Probably still his morning voice.

"I-- had to pick up my package I ordered. But it's the wrong one. It's your adress." You looked to the box in your hands. Quite shy at the stranger. "So... I wondered if you possibly have mine?..." you asked shily and lifed your head once again to meet the strangers eyes again. He leaned agains his door frame crossing his arms and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Looking up as if he's trying to remember something "Hm... could that be the Mastermind hoodie?" Your eyes got wide "Y-Yes!" The realization hit you "Y-You opened it??" That left you sink in annoyance. "Of course" he nodded simply. All unbothered and unapologetic. "I was expecting a package of the same shipper." You lifted your hands. "Correct. This one" he just nodded. Remaining in the same position. He caught you in confusion. "So...... can I have my package?" He lifted his eyes again as if he's seriously thinking about it. "Technically, what's lost, gets owned by the new founder"

you frowned, not showing mercy of being friendly anymore "what? Are you serious??" He chuckled at your annoyance. "I'm pretty sure you'd be happy with my purchase aswell." You boiled in anger.

"Yah! Are you seriously thinking anything you bought could exchange my Mastermind hoodie in collab with Vans??" He laughed at your passion about the fashion item. "Mh. I don't know. I'll think about it. Okay?~" he smiled and stepped in, grabbing the door handle. "W-Wait!" You placed your hand at his door nearly desperately. He lifted his head. Trying so hard to hide his amusement. "Do you seriously want me to pull up at your door again just to ask if you've changed your mind??" He shrugged.

"Hahh??" You frowned at him giving him a judging face. "Why not. Maybe I'd change my mind by evening" he smirked. A blush kinda creeped up your face as it kinda sounded like an invitation. You make your annoyance stand out more so he wouldn't notice your flustered face "ughh just you wait mister Min." He waved annoyingly and gave a cocky smile before closing the door.

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You entered your home nearly slamming the door and gripped the box in your hands. "This guy has the guts-" your gaze fell onto his box and you thought.... "Technically, he opened mine." A smirk grew wide as you did wonder what he ordered. You did not hesitate any further to open the package and it caught you by surprise when you saw his purchase. It was a fear of god hoodie... a heck lot more rare and expensive than yours. Why would he decide to keep yours? You threw his hoodie on without hesitation and scanned it in the mirror. It was obviously a bit over sized on you but honestly. It looked amazing on you. You instantly fell in love with the item. Not wrapping your head around the fact that he would ever exchange his purchase with yours. He probably gave hundreds and hundreds of dollars on it and probably waited a painfully long amount of weeks just like you. Wasn't he upset when he opened a wrong delivery?

Your mind reached to the possibility of him just hitting on you. But when you remembered his hot features you instantly shook your head off the thought. Impossible. He was probably just bored or wanted to annoy you.

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You rolled your eyes as you saw the name plate at the doorbell of his door. You rang it. Gulping for some reason. And there he was again. Still his fluffy black locks. Pouty lips and those narrow eyes. He wore a hoodie. Not yours in particular. And neither his. Which left you questioning how it would look on him after you tried it on. "Miss?~" you rolled your eyes once again. "My. Hoodie." You caught him lff guard. He was visibly surprised you did not mean to keep his hoodie, even though the worth was like five times the amount of his. Why didn't you? Well. Technically you could just keep his unbothered. Probably anyone would. Maybe... if there wasn't just his invitation that always sticked in the back of your mind for you to come back in the evening. That was like more of a reason you came. But of course, you wouldn't tell him that.

"Not satisfied?" You chuckled. "Funny one you are." He gave a cocky smirk. "Why don't we disguss that with a cup of coffee. Is probablx cozier than the hallway." Here it was. The 'hidded invitation' again. What was this guy up to? He let you inside. And you stepped in carefully taking your shoes off as you scanned his place. It was clean. Really clean.

There was a bottle of wine standing unopened on the coffee table. Probably his plan to consume it for the night as a weekend start on friday evening. There were art pieces hung up on his plain white and grey walls. The furniture were mostly black. It looked cozy yet modern and expensive. The apartment was dimmed with warm lights, the TV giving a better job of illuminating the living room area. "Thought you said coffee" your comment reffered back to the wine. He scratched his head "I did not expect you to come actually..." now it was his turn to blush. It was cute. It caught you off guard. "Pff." You rolled your eyes. "I'm no stealer. I dont need your hoodie" he smirked at one realization. "Good. Give it to me" it made your expression drop. "Uhm-........" he smirked as you noticed what he was reffering to. Yes. You didn't have it. The excitement and nervousness to know you were 'hiddenly invited' to a guys place made you forget why you actually came in first place. "You forgot it." You nervously snapped. "I--I really don't need it! I-it's yours really I just--" —"You forgot why you actually came here?" Yes. It sounded really dumb when he said that. But yes. He's right. You could not say a word as the blush on your cheek made it hard to do so anyways.

"....... I don't even really want mine anymore anyways......" you took a seat at the couch.

He looked amused at you. Letting your words sink in for a minute or two, that seemed like an eternity. The only thing that made sound was the two wine glasses that he got from the kitchen and the next sounds were his steps he made with his Fila slippers. He sat to you. Not really bothering to make an appropriate distance between your two sitting figures. It caught you in nervousness even more. You honestly did not even expect a guy like him to sit that close to you. He seems rather chill and distant. He placed the two glasses to you and grabbed the bottle opening it while piercing his gaze on you. "So.... why then" you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Hoping he would read your expression that clearly said 'Duh. You invited me'. He just chuckled. And it was damn attractive. "We can also just see this as an invitation." He said and back here was that annoying smirk. He got your message. You really wanted to change the topic to end the embarrassment of your poor actions. "You... got taste." He gave you a short glance with a low 'huh?' After pouring the dark red liquid into your glass, placing it to you.

"The hoodie.... you got good taste in fashion" He couldn't help but take advantage yet again to connect your opinion to the previous topic. "You mean you got taste now?" You got flustered and embarrassed. Leaving you give a "yah!" That made him laugh out loud. "I really don't need it! I forgot okay?...." he gave you a rather warm smile now. "Okay. Let's say I believe you." You frowned, as it sounded like he didn't. "What's the reason you forgot. You must've had in mind what our business was, as you prepared for tonight." You gulped. You did put in a bit more effort in your make up and hair to look cute. And you really looked stunning. "I'll bring it...." you lowered your gaze. The next thing you felt was his warm fingers lifting your chin and your heart dropped at the physical contact. "I told you. I don't need it. And as you said you don't need yours." It gave you the impression of him wanting to confess to why he made such a scene with the orders. "S-so... why......?" He smiled and took grip of the glass circling it to make the crimson liquid stirr in the glass. He sure was a wine lover. He brought the glass closer to smell it. His small actions and silence only making your interest rise in excitement, also making you more curious of his person himself.

"I took advantage." His lack of explanation did the same cause as his quiet actions did. "...... of?" He put the glass down, not even taking a sip and he smiled folding his hands as if he's having a hard time telling you the truth. "I came to return your package two days before you came to return mine" you blinked surprised waiting him to continue. "W-what made you stop?" He chuckled low. "I saw the pick-up note on your mailbox and knew, you would get my package. It....... sounds creepy but I saw you get out the apartment to grab your mail and.... you caught my interest" you blushed. You were really surprised at his statement and did not know what to say, making yourself repeat his words. "I.... caught your interest?" He nodded "yeah. So I wanted to see if your appearance and your type matched my interest aswell when you knock on my door asking me the favor of exchanging our packages." You stared. "So....... you invited me?" He nodded once again. "You were cute." He smiled at his own words. "So the next step was to test you if you're interested aswell in giving you two options" you frowned confused. "The first one being keeping my hoodie and never saying a word again,"

"You know...." you turned your head to him. Your face matching his state aswell. He leaned closer. Making your blush grow only wider as you could even smell his cologne mixed with the fruity scent of the high quality wine. He talked low. Almost seductively

"I do wonder what you look like in my hoodies."

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heavy sugar || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

pairing: gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

word count: 8k

genre: 1920s au, smut, mafia au

warnings: unprotected rough sex, face fucking, power play, choking, alcohol, guns, and death

A/N: Part of my time period series. This takes place in 1920s Chicago! Thank you @introseesaw for letting me use her likeness!

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“Would ya lighten up, sourpuss? The boss said he’d be back in a jiffy.” The familiar voice of your friend, Doyeon, called to you.

You let out a sigh as she bumped her hip into yours, causing you to pull your eyes away from where your boss had disappeared to.

You pouted, “That was ten minutes ago.”

When you overheard your boss talking about some cops causing trouble out front, you couldn’t help but be on edge. With the 18th amendment now in place, establishments such as the very one you worked in had been pushed underground, trying to work around the ban on alcohol.

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Rain {Jimin imagine}

Pairing| Jimin x Reader

Summary| You meet a guy on a rainy morning on your way to work.

Genre/Warning| fluff

Note| Please know that english is not my first language. I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes and hope you can still focus on the storyline instead. All of the upcoming stories are only pure fiction from my daily ideas and imaginations and I'd likely want to share my passion with you.

If you have requests please always feel free to dm!💜

Much Love!

—Silvy🐱

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I noticed a guy sitting down next to me from the corner of my eye. I couldn't see him properly and to be honest I didn't bother as I was too busy cursing at the weather while looking outside.

Suddendly I felt a nudge against my arm and I took my earbud out and turn my head thowards the guy. I was greeted by the most angelic smile ever. It felt like his smile was the sun that was about to brighten up the mess of a rainy day. "I... I'm sorry to disturb you..." he started but I was way more busy to not look creepy while admiring his features "I.. think you'll need this more than me~" he passed me his umbrella —"A-Ahh no! You'll get wet! It's yours–" he chuckled "The cafe I work at is just next to the bus station. And you work business. I'd not want you sitting in your office with soaking clothes all day" He judged by the way I dress. I felt a blush creep up my face as he smiled waiting for my answer. "How can I... make a favor in return?" It's like he planned the conversation when he; "Just come over to grab a coffee after work~" My lips started curving. "My shift ends at 7~"

"I'll be waiting~"

7:12:

I entered the warm cafe placing the wet umbrella at the entrance in the container and got greeted by the amazing smell of coffee and hot chocolate. I impatiently looked around for the guy as my eyes met the familiar ones from this morning. He was sitting instead of serving which made me confused. I sat down next to him with the same confused expression. "You.... don't work here?" He grinned "No I don't~" My face turned so red.

"W-why--...." He chuckled shortly.

"It's an alternative of asking out~" It's the rain that made me curse this morning. And thanking him at evening. It's just about fate, timing, the right people and the right mindset—🌸

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“Let me tell you a little story…”

Summary: A collection of stories inspired by my very vivid dreams about BTS.

Genre: a mixture of everything, my imagination is wild

Updated: with every new dream I have

↳ The Index

Taehyung x Reader [University!AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers!AU, Slow Burn, Smut]

“You don’t know when exactly you had started to like Taehyung. When he first walked into one of your lectures, designer bag slung over his shoulder, a big boyish grin on his disgustingly handsome face and thirty minutes late? When his fingers had brushed yours for the first time? Or when he had started to become the sole subject of your daydreams? You don’t know, but what you know is that you hate it.” 

Namjoon x Reader [Apocalypse!AU, Forbidden Love!AU, Smut, Angst]

“Years after a catastrophic natural disaster, which destroyed half of the world’s population, humans are fighting each other in order to survive…”

Hoseok x Reader [Slow Burn, Smut, Romance]

“When your car crashes down in pouring rain late at night on your way home, you find yourself seeking refuge in a little seaside hotel. But what you find there is far more than what you wanted to…”

Yoongi x Reader [Arranged Marriage!AU, Royalty!AU, Enemies to Lovers!AU, Smut, Romance, Angst]

“You have to marry a man, you have never seen before, quite literally as a beautiful mask covers his entire face. Can you unveil his hidden face or do you have to live with a masked man for forever?”

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Cold Iced Americano - 01

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: underground rapper yoongi | enemies to lovers au | fluff | angst | future smut ofc *wink wink* Word Count: 12k

Warnings: too many sarcasm, as always.

A/N: Happy Birthday to the boy who makes my heart shake. Talented, kind, big-hearted, that is our Yoongo <3 This is a story I’ve been writing for quite some time, but what better time to post it than on Yoongi’s day? It will have four parts, each one of them portraits a different year of university and a different stage of the relationship between Yoongi and the reader. Enjoy!

It is lazy Sunday mornings like this, when you remember him the most.

Clouds covering the sky and casting grey shadows all over the still awakening city. The rain hitting rhythmically the glass of the small window of your room, just like his fingers hit the keys of his beloved piano. And, outside the little world that is your room, you can hear the relaxing sounds of birds and the angry horns of cars, such a contrast between heaven and hell, just like his cold iced americano in the middle of December. Just like him.

Tangled in your white sheets, you think of him every lazy Sunday morning like this.

You think of him while the strong scent of freshly made coffee fills your nostrils, while you stretch in bed trying to awaken your limbs, while you open your eyes getting rid of your blurry vision.

You think of him as an old rap song starts playing on the radio, the sounds of the beats blending in with the sound of the rain hitting the window, the happy birds and the angry horns of the cars outside your small room.

And just like every other lazy Sunday morning like this, while you remember him, you think of all the things that brought you together and that tore you apart.

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the things that make up the wonderful min yoongi – happy birthday!

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Fuckkkk this is amazinnng

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Shivers

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: When you’re angry Yoongi turns the air conditioner up so you cuddle up to him.

Genre: fluff

Length: 0.8k

A/N: i don’t feel the cold so this wouldn’t effect me

“Don’t look at me like that,” you sighed crossing your arms over your chest as you sat on the sofa, moving as far away from Yoongi as possible. He let out a heavy sigh before he stood and walked away, as you called after him, “bye asshole.”

He scoffed head peeking out from the kitchen, black fringe splayed across his head as he pushed it back, “Love you too princess.” Your heart fluttered before you forced your face back into a scowl as you stared at the movie that was playing, vibrant colours throwing shadows on your face as Yoongi leant against the doorframe watching you with a small smile on his face. As he looked at your profile and knew what he had to do to get you to forgive him.

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MAFIA AU MASTERLIST

This is the story of seven men. Seven dangerous men.  These are the stories of how they fell in love.

STORY ONE - TAEHYUNG:

MONSTER Chapter I MONSTER Chapter II MONSTER Chapter III MONSTER Chapter IV MONSTER Chapter V MONSTER Chapter VI (Epilogue)

An arranged marriage to Taehyung, the son of the leader of Seoul’s most feared crime syndicate, begins as loveless but soon turns into something else. Mafia au.

STORY TWO - YOONGI:

ENIGMA Chapter I ENIGMA Chapter II ENIGMA Chapter III ENIGMA Chapter IV ENIGMA Chapter V ENIGMA Chapter VI (Epilogue)

A marriage to Min Yoongi spares your life, but how will your heart fare? Mafia au.

STORY THREE - SEOKJIN:

BURDEN: CHAPTER I BURDEN: CHAPTER II BURDEN: CHAPTER III BURDEN: CHAPTER IV BURDEN: CHAPTER V BURDEN: CHAPTER VI BURDEN: CHAPTER VII (Epilogue)

A marriage to Kim Seokjin was all you ever wanted.  But not at the cost of your best friend’s life. Mafia au

STORY FOUR - HOSEOK:

CHARRED: CHAPTER I CHARRED: CHAPTER II CHARRED: CHAPTER III CHARRED: CHAPTER IV

An arranged marriage to Hoseok - the man who’s wife ran away with your husband - begins as angry, but eventually turns into something else.  Mafia au.

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MAFIA AU MASTERLIST

This is the story of seven men. Seven dangerous men.  These are the stories of how they fell in love.

STORY ONE - TAEHYUNG:

MONSTER Chapter I MONSTER Chapter II MONSTER Chapter III MONSTER Chapter IV MONSTER Chapter V MONSTER Chapter VI (Epilogue)

An arranged marriage to Taehyung, the son of the leader of Seoul’s most feared crime syndicate, begins as loveless but soon turns into something else. Mafia au.

STORY TWO - YOONGI:

ENIGMA Chapter I ENIGMA Chapter II ENIGMA Chapter III ENIGMA Chapter IV ENIGMA Chapter V ENIGMA Chapter VI (Epilogue)

A marriage to Min Yoongi spares your life, but how will your heart fare? Mafia au.

STORY THREE - SEOKJIN:

BURDEN: CHAPTER I BURDEN: CHAPTER II BURDEN: CHAPTER III BURDEN: CHAPTER IV BURDEN: CHAPTER V BURDEN: CHAPTER VI BURDEN: CHAPTER VII (Epilogue)

A marriage to Kim Seokjin was all you ever wanted.  But not at the cost of your best friend’s life. Mafia au

STORY FOUR - HOSEOK:

CHARRED: CHAPTER I CHARRED: CHAPTER II CHARRED: CHAPTER III CHARRED: CHAPTER IV

An arranged marriage to Hoseok - the man who’s wife ran away with your husband - begins as angry, but eventually turns into something else.  Mafia au.

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Call Me Mistress – Onyx (M) (Part 1)

Summary: After six months of waiting, the Mistress reunites with the man who changed everything.

Pairing: Yoongi x OC, with guest appearance by Leo (VIXX)

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 10,914

POV: 2nd Person (from the Mistress’ perspective)

Warning: Sub!Yoongi, Domme!OC, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, sex work, roleplay, light torture, slapping, nipple play, nipple clamps, bondage (handcuffs), spitting, oral sex, handjob, biting, orgasm denial/edging, overstimulation, profanity, and sadism being used as a weapon for revenge because that really needs to be its own warning

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: This story doesn’t fare well as a oneshot, so I highly recommend not reading this unless you’ve read the other stories first, particularly Ramen, Pinwheel, and Bamboo, where Onyx is mentioned.

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ink petals | min yoongi (m)

pairing: Yoongi x Reader genre/warnings: tattooartist!yoongi, florist!oc, tattoos, piercings, smut, fluff, angst words: 10.5k summary: when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have forseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall.

a/n: Happy Yoongi Day! <3

Wincing at the burn of too-hot tea scalding the end of your tongue, you sigh and let your gaze return to the barren street outside, the light trickle of flowing water against the glass windows all that was left of the sudden autumn rain. The sky was still somewhat grey, not quite yet clear from the clouds, and you easily found yourself getting lost in the blue that was cracking through.

It’d been a quiet season in general in the shop, but even more so than normal this morning, and not even just in the flower shop but out on the street as well. But, what more could you really expect from a Monday morning?

You’re staring down at the leftover crumbs from your toasted croissant you’d nabbed from the café on the corner for lunch when the warmth of your shop is interrupted by a painfully cold rush of air. Your eyes shoot up at the chiming bells’ cue of a visitor, readying your face with a polite smile even before you connect gazes with the possible customer.

Their back is turned to you as they push the door closed against the wind, and it gives you time to brush the paper bag into the bin below the counter before they spin to face you, but you could already tell by the sheer width of their shoulders that it was man.

“Hi, can I help you with something?” Your voice crackles slightly from lack of use and you clear your throat quietly, a natural smile curving your lips as he meets your eyes, and you’re caught off guard at the depth of his. Long pale fingers interrupted with scrawls of black on his knuckles lift to pull the scarf that’s wrapped around his chin open and down his chest and it takes you a moment to realize its tattoos adorning his skin.

“I mean, I’m not really sure what I’m actually after so I can’t say for sure.” Now that his scarf is lining the lapels of his thick coat you can see a peek of more black designs breaking the neckline of his t-shirt and disappearing beneath. He gives you a warm smile as he crosses towards the arranged buckets of single flowers, and you pull yourself from your stool to meet him.

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ENG TRANS - BTS HYYH THE NOTES:

The notes that explain what happened in the HYYH era aka BTS’ past MVs that resulted in many questions and theories were included in BTS’ Love Yourself ‘HER’ album. Find below the links to the English translations: 

SEOKJIN HERE

YOONGI: HERE

HOSEOK HERE

NAMJOON HERE

JIMIN HERE

TAEHYUNG HERE

JUNGKOOK HERE

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Granite Glow - [BTS] Husband!Jungkook Au

[A/N] It’s not going to snow forever. If we keep our faith, the spring day will come. And then we’ll thank the heavens, that we’re alive. Slice of Life au, domestic au, etc. 7567 words.

How far are you willing to go, for your loved ones?

How far is ‘too far’? How long is forever?

Constraints.

“Come on, sweetie!” he hopes around, jogging in place, pestering you while you shut your eyes in an attempt to divert your focal point and find an inner peace that Jungkook chases away. “Shush, I’m trying to meditate,” you darted, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench since you both came. “Do you know that toxins are expelled faster through sweats than through excretion?” he began and you gave him death glares. 

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