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solastia · 3 years

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Day 22

Faith, Namjoon x Reader, 8/8 Chapters, 31k words

After trying to squeeze everything for Beneath the Surface, I think I’m going to split this one into two days. So...today we will be squealing about the first four chapters. Buckle up Buttercup, this about to be a whole damn emotional rollercoaster!

I think it was this story that cemented in me just how much I love your writing style. I love going through it with a story, but please give me a happy ending. I get too emotionally involved and invested in these characters and having a sad or open ended final chapter is too much for me! Give me the warm and fuzzy feels in the end! You really like to give us satisfying stories and happy endings. I was once deeply invested in a Harry Potter fanfic and it ended up having a tragic ending and I swear to Bob, it scarred me! We have enough sadness irl, give me the fairytale!!!

So, in this story, our MC falls in love with Namjoon, who is an underground rapper. You see how you ground the story for the fans? This could have really happened, or maybe it did...wait. Thinking about it now, we’ve all heard the theories that Joon is secretly married with kids. GURL, DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T??? Ok, ok, ok, moving on.

“You weren’t going to leave before your brother even got to the stage.

You MIGHT get kicked out before then though, you thought to yourself, glaring as another random hand smacked your ass as they walked past you.”

AGAIN, you always make your female MCs feisty and I am here for it!!! I know these are reader inserts, but I rarely ever see myself in them, if that makes sense? I still form a mental image of these main characters and I love how you are able to flesh them out so well without giving in depth descriptions (which is not ideal for reader insert fics, you know?) And I love that they stand up for themselves, no doormats here!

“You look up to find an incredibly handsome, and very tall, guy looking down at you, dimples on full display. He was dressed in all black. From the black skinny jeans that encased his long legs, to his black snapback on top of his bleached blonde hair.”

LAAAAWWWDD!!! I have a very clear memory of the rap line doing Cypher Part 1. Hobi looking like he was prepping for Mic Drop with his fit, Yoongi was blond, snapback, ripped jeans, bomber jacket, and his Straigh Outta Daegu attitude. And Joon...he had that undercut, kinda silvery blond hair, a simple beige t shirt, and black shorts. THAT’S THE JOONIE I PICTURE IN THIS FIC!!

“And your rap name is?”...

“It’s Rap monster.”

“Huh. Well, it’s not the WORST I’ve heard. Remember Llama guy? His name was MC McGriddle. I finally convinced him that it would be in his best interests to change his name. He finally did. Now he’s Hilbo Haggins. I don’t think he understands the concept of copyrights.” You smiled over at him.”

HILBO HAGGINS!! I am literally in tears. And is that Hobi??? Is it? Cuz if it is I will hereby stop calling him Hobert and refer to him only as Hilbo! Wait no...Hilbo reminds me of Himbo. Who is the biggest Himbo rapper I know, hmmmm…..OFC, MATTHEW! The big tiddy man himself. Ok, new theory. Hilbo is BM from Kard, and no, you cannot convince me it is not Matthew!

The first time between Joon and our girl is so damn hot and tender at the same time. Joonie is, of course, the perfect gentleman, invested in our girl’s pleasure just as much as his. And then…

“I can hear you overthinking.” He chuckles into your hair. He leans back and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“So what’s it going to be? Am I staying the night or do you want me to leave?”

You look at him shyly, and bury your face into his chest, mumbling, “Stay…please.”

“Good, because we obviously really like each other, and I wasn’t ready to leave. Give me twenty minutes to rehydrate and we’re going for round two.”

“I’ll never survive!” You squeak out, as he laughs and picks you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

AAHHHH!!!

“You watch the rise and fall of his chest, letting your mind ponder the situation you’ve found yourself in as you drift off to sleep. The only conclusion your exhausted mind can reach is faith. It’s time to let yourself believe in someone. You’re probably an idiot for it, but you’re going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon.”

This is incredibly romantic and scary at the same time. Putting your faith in someone, being vulnerable with someone, is so damn scary! It is a huge leap of faith. I can feel the angst coming!!!

The little snippets of them together in chapter 2 are so damn cute! I am on the verge of tears! When Joon calls himself a dad because she got a puppy, saying he wouldn't let her be a single parent, omg that was so cute!!! UUggh so fluffy.

And then...

WAIT

WAAAAIIITTTT

I just got it. The foreshadowing. Excuse me, I need to go cry in the corner for a bit, be back in three business days. This is like the tenth time I’ve read this story and I was today years old when I realized. It hurts, thanks! *finger guns*

Anyways, more cuteness please!! The peanut butter in the fridge, his apology, Joon befriending her brother, so freaking domestic. I cannot!!! And then, the emotional whiplash:

“You watch him over dinner, excitedly talking about his plans for the future (with a full mouth), and you slowly start to realize…you could never tell him. This was his chance. With his level of talent, you were sure he would be at the top in no time. You were going to have to set him free, so he could achieve his dreams, without worrying about you or what was soon to come.”

NO GURL NO!!! DON’T DO IT! TELL HIM OR I WILL. TELL HIMMMM!!!!

“Namjoon pulls off your shirt and expertly unhooks your bra (Heh)”

We, as a fandom, have decided to erase all memory of that particular song! Because we have deleted all information stored in our collective memory about that song, I do not understand this reference. Thanks! Lmao

AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO NAME THE BABY FAITH??? So, my feelings don’t matter to you? My personal well being is not a priority for you? Noted. Not like I can do anything about it. What am I going to do, stop reading your stories? Bwahahaha that ain’t gonna happen. I guess I’m a masochist cuz here comes chapter 3…

Their reunion was freaking amazing. I thought he'd be mad or that his anger would turn into hate, but it seems our boi is even more in love with our MC than he was before. The looks across the room, toying with her fishnets, the flirting, the back and forth, the ride to Jack-in-the-Box. Talk about foreplay!!! And then the culmination inside the Jack-in-the-Box bathroom! Woooooooo! And she still hasn’t told him about the baby?!?!?

“If the two of you had gotten into a fight, Namjoon would drag you there to sit and talk things out.”

This is so spot on, Joonie would!

“Tell me what happened. Tell me why everything changed. Tell me why you didn’t want me anymore.” Namjoon whispers, his voice laced with pain.”

NO, NOPE, NOT TODAY SATAN. I CAN’T. I’M CRYING. I’M CURRENTLY SITTING IN MY CRYING CORNER ABSOLUTELY BAWLING!!

“You lose yourself in the familiar feel of his soft, plump lips moving tenderly against yours. If there was one thing that Kim Namjoon was better at than rapping, it was kissing. He always kissed you like he was worshipping you with his lips and he could happily do it forever.”

I feel this in my bones!!! Joonie would be the type to take his time too! And with those lips! Dayum…

I think I am done for today, my heart can’t take any more!!!

Tomorrow we will finish this story!

Now that I picture Matthew as that rapper, I can’t get it out of my head! Totally canon lmao.

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jingabitch · 4 years

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O o o o can you do one with the boys of fucked up were one of the punishments goes to far and she not really feeling it that day and readers like they hate me and I’ve been a really bad girl there going to get rid of me and I’ll be alone again so she gets all depressed and tries super hard because she thinks she’s been bad

hi anon, sorry it took me a while to write this, but i hope you enjoy it! the first part of your ask sounded like subdrop but when i researched subdrop it didn’t really cohere with the second half of your request, so i just wrote it as a subdrop fic. Hope this is okay! :)

Word count: 4.5k-ish

Warnings: yandere | explicit language | descriptions of sexual acts (BDSM) | description of subdrop | angst

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You bite your lip and cling on to Hoseok’s shoulders desperately, trying to will your limbs to stop trembling. Just a little more, you think to yourself, clenching your jaw as you push your forehead into his collarbone.

Tonight had been the most intense scene you’d ever done with the boys, Hobi and Jin tag-teaming you. It was unusual, since one of them at a time was usually more than enough for you, but when the boys had come home from practice today, past midnight, you could tell that something was wrong between the two of them. Your hesitant question had resulted in a massive punishment, although you know by now that they’re really just working out their own stress.

From what you could tell based on their sniping at each other initially, even as both of them snapped orders at you, they’d had a fight during dance practice. You don’t mind helping them work through the tension, but if they don’t finish soon you’ll literally pass out on Hobi’s lap.

He’s deep inside you, the plug with the tail he likes so much in your ass, and you’re full almost beyond bearing, but it wasn’t enough for them. Jin is behind you, one hand stroking your hip while he croons soothing words into your ear, his other hand busy stretching you out further to take him.

He’s leaning as close to you as he can without touching your back, which you appreciate, because the sweat on his chest would definitely sting the cuts on your skin from his brand new cat-o-nine-tails.

“Jin… it’s too much,” you pant, your nails digging into Hobi’s skin. If he notices that you forgot to call him ‘master’, which you’re supposed to do during a scene, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

He pauses. “Use your safe word, then,” he murmurs into your ear. You sob and press your face deeper into Hobi’s neck, but don’t say it.

Hoseok’s hands settle on your body, one on your waist and the other stroking the back of your head. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl for us,” he croons in your ear, and if you weren’t so strung out at the moment you might have made a quip about how it was easy to say that when you’d gotten yourself off on his shoe.

Of course, at that point in time he’d been calling you a bad, disgusting, dirty whore who didn’t deserve to be touched.

Finally, Jin decides that you’re prepped enough, and lines himself up against you. Your body is tense as you lean against Hobi for support, causing Jin to chuckle, his breath puffing out against your skin. “You need to relax, baby,” he says, and you let out a deep breath as you concentrate on doing just that.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he says, encouraging you as he slowly splits you open. You whine and squirm, full beyond bearing, but he doesn’t stop, holding your hips still even as your nails catch on Hoseok’s back.

When he’s finally all the way in, you rest your head on Hobi’s shoulder and pant as your body adjusts to the overwhelming fullness, and they just make soothing noises at you. After a moment, you nod once, just enough that they can see it, and they start moving, timing their thrusts so that at least one of them is always inside you, and Jin reaches around to stimulate your clit.

Almost against your will, you feel the orgasm building, and you whine and whimper, gritting your teeth against the sensitivity that borders on pain.

“You gonna cum for us, baby girl? You’re such a nasty slut, aren’t you, so happy to have your holes stuffed,” Hobi says in a dangerous tone, right in your ear, and that’s it, the degrading words sending you stratospheric. For a moment, everything is white as you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, all your muscles locking up as you throw your head back, bracing it against Jin’s chest.

Then everything goes black as you pass out.

When you open your eyes you’re back in the bed you share with Yoongi, cleaned up and snuggled under the duvet. When you roll over to check the time on the wall clock, you see that it’s late morning, and as you lie in bed, slowly becoming more aware, the soreness of your body starts to filter in.

Groaning, you struggle into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard as you massage your temples. For some reason you have an awful headache, in addition to the soreness in most of your body, especially between your legs, and the cuts on your back are stinging, aggravated by the contact with the headboard.

“Yoongs?” you call out, wincing at the dusty sound of your voice and the pain that shoots through your throat. When there’s no response, you reluctantly toss aside the covers and stand up, wincing at the protest of your muscles as you stretch, then go to the drawers to fish out one of Yoongi’s shirts.

When you open the bedroom door, Yeontan immediately runs over to you, his tail wagging, and you look down at him, smiling. “Hello,” you murmur at him, leaning down to pet him. “Where’s everyone?” you ask, as if he could give you an answer.

He just barks at you then pants, and even though you know it’s completely ridiculous, you feel a little hurt. “Just hungry, huh,” you say a little bitterly as you go to grab his food and scoop it into his little doggy bowl.

While he’s digging in happily, you drift over to the fridge. You aren’t that hungry, but usually Jin prepares something for you to eat during the day when they have to leave you alone, especially after a scene.

Pulling the door open, you look for the neatly stacked Tupperware containers that usually have food in them. There’s nothing.

The pain lashes through you, and you fall to your knees, still holding on to the fridge handle, looking up pathetically at the fridge shelves. It’s not empty by any means, but there’s no food that’s ready to eat, just a bunch of ingredients and sauces. You could cook something for yourself, but you’re too tired and besides, you don’t have much of an appetite.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you go to pour yourself a glass of water, and notice a small pile of cash next to the pitcher. There’s a Post-It note attached to it.

Sorry I didn’t have time to cook for you before we had to head to the studio, baby girl. Buy yourself some nice takeout, okay?

You rip the Post-It note off the money, which you completely ignore, and chuck it angrily in the bin, stomping back to your bedroom and slamming the door shut as you go. You can barely hear Yeontan whining in confusion outside at your uncharacteristic behaviour.

You don’t fully understand why you feel so awful either, physically sick and so unenergetic, but it’s all you can do to curl back up in bed and pull the covers over your head. The urge to cry overwhelms you, and you sob quietly, feeling so alone and sad.

When you wake up again, it’s to Yeontan whining and scratching outside your bedroom door and you open it reluctantly, letting him prance around your ankles. You still feel awful, worse than you ever have, but the dog needs to eat, so you go to feed him and change his pee pad.

While Yeontan is eating, you go to check your phone, sighing deeply when you see that there are no text messages. You know it’s not uncommon for them, especially with the comeback coming around, to not use their phones while at the studio, but for some reason today it feels especially like a rejection.

“Tannie…” you whine to the dog when you come out, sitting next to his food bowl. “Why don’t they want me anymore?”

Yeontan’s ears prick up, so you know he’s listening, but he doesn’t stop rooting in the bowl for the last pieces of kibble.

“Is it because I’m dirty? I probably liked being punished a little too much, there’s something wrong with me, what kind of pathetic person likes something like that…” you continue as he finishes his food, licking his chops as he sits back to watch you, head cocked like he’s really thinking about it.

You go to pet him, and he licks your hand for a moment before abruptly getting up to use the pee pad in the corner.

You still haven’t eaten, but you’re not hungry, so you just go to the fridge to grab a handful of strawberries and a bottle of water, avoiding the pitcher because you don’t want to see the pile of cash they’d left there like you’re a whore.

Taking your phone with you, you go to sit on the floor in front of the couch, feeling a little like you don’t deserve the comfort of the sofa. It’s getting late, so they should be coming home soon, and everything will be all right again. They’ll shower you with kisses and affection and stop the voices in your head from getting too ugly, because try as you might you really can’t shut them off.

Yeontan comes to sit on your lap, pleased that you’re on the floor so it’s easy access, and you pet him mindlessly as you wait for them to come home.

Lost in the increasingly negative spiral of your thoughts, time slips away from you. The next time you snap out of it, it’s to the obnoxious buzz of your phone against the marbled floor. You flip it over and see the text from Namjoon on the group chat.

Kim Namjoon [22:05:08]: sorry baby girl, we’re going to stay over at the studios tonight to catch up. :( take care of yourself, okay? We miss you!

Without bothering to open the text or reply, you lie down on the floor. It’s cold, but that’s okay.

It’s not like someone like you deserves to be comfortable.

You manage to fall into a light doze, even on the floor. When you wake up, it’s completely dark and your phone keeps buzzing against the floor, making that awful noise.

“Fuck,” you growl, picking it up and flinging it across the room. It flies into the wall with a satisfying sound and then drops to the ground, and you hope for a second that you’ve broken the goddamn device, but it continues vibrating, the force of the motion causing it to rotate slightly.

No matter; at least it’s not next to your head. You clench and unclench your left fist a couple of times to try and get the feeling back in your hand, having lost it because you’d been sleeping on your left arm, then settle back onto the floor.

Yeontan is gone, probably having had enough of the cold floor. It’s fine, though. Everyone leaves in the end. You should have realised it by now; all the relationships in your life play out in the same pattern. Why would things have been different with the boys or the dog?

You’re so fucking stupid, for letting your guard down, believing that someone like you could ever be loved. You, with your sick, twisted desires.

Maybe this is what you deserve.

Yoongi scowls down at the cell phone in his hand. He must have called you twenty times by now, and you’re not picking up, which is rather uncharacteristic of you.

“Give it up, hyung, she’s probably asleep,” Jimin advises him.

“I just want to check on her. She didn’t reply Namjoon’s text,” Yoongi counters. It bothers him, the fact that you’ve gone radio silent all of a sudden. They’d just finished dance practice five minutes ago, and he immediately made a beeline to his phone to see what you’d replied on the group chat. Sometimes it’s cute emoji-laden encouragement, other times it’s a selfie of you cosied up in the bed with Yeontan. He was shocked to find no response from you at all.

“You shouldn’t wake her up, hyung,” Hoseok pipes up.

“Yeah, she probably needs her rest after last night,” Jin says with a greasy smirk that he shares with Hoseok.

Yoongi scowls. “You shouldn’t have gone that hard last night,” he reprimands them.

Jin shrugs. “She liked it.” He still shivers at the memory of how hard you came around him and Hobi that last time. It had triggered their orgasms too, and they hadn’t noticed that you’d passed out until they were done cumming their brains out.

Brow still furrowed in displeasure, Yoongi doesn’t give in. “Still,” he mutters, although he has to admit that they have a point. If you’re resting he shouldn’t disturb you.

Maybe he’ll try calling you again tomorrow morning.

The next time you wake up, it’s not dark anymore, and Yeontan is back, insistently patting your face with his paw to wake you up. You push him away with a frown.

“Just want me for food, huh?” you say in a raspy voice and a sniffle. You’re not sure if it’s because you still feel a little teary or because of the cold you’re sure you’re coming down with after spending all night on the floor without even a blanket, but it’s not like it matters.

Yeontan, oblivious as always, just barks happily at you.

With an annoyed sigh, you get up to feed him, because as displeased as you are with the way he - and everyone else in your life, apparently - treats you, you can’t just let him starve.

Watching him wag his tail as he eats, you roll your eyes before picking up his water bowl to refill it. Usually your love for the little dog is overwhelming and you find him cute all the time, but today his enthusiasm for life is incredibly grating.

Grabbing another bottle of water from the fridge, you try not to look at the empty spot where the Tupperware containers containing Jin’s cooking would normally be stacked, or the pile of money still sitting on the counter.

You don’t need the reminder that they don’t love you.

Wiping your nose on the collar of the T-shirt you’re wearing, you take a few steps back towards the living room before just giving up and collapsing in the hallway, facedown. Yeontan, wondering if this is a new game, comes to stick his nose in your ear, snuffling and wagging his tail.

“Stop it,” you groan halfheartedly.

Yeontan doesn’t listen, barking as he continues to nose at your face.

“Go away!” you shout, throwing your hand out to shove him away from you. It collapses to the ground, outstretched, and Yeontan, shocked from how roughly you hit him, sits down and whines in confusion.

You don’t move from your position until the boys come home that night.

“Baby girl, we’re home!” Jin yells once he steps through the front door, surprised that you didn’t come to greet them like you usually do. It’s not even that late, before your usual bedtime. You’ve been acting weird since yesterday, and all of them were concerned when you went completely radio silent. None of their calls today even went through, and you wouldn’t reply to any texts, so they decided to come home earlier than they normally would to check on you.

Yeontan comes sprinting towards the front door, barking urgently, and Taehyung, sensing that something is wrong, bends down to tend to the animal. “What is it, baby?” he asks, letting the dog jump on him and wriggle around before trotting back to the kitchen, looking back to make sure Taehyung is following.

He almost trips over you, lying in the hallway, barely conscious.

“Y/N-ah!” he exclaims, falling to his knees and putting a hand on your back. His loud cry draws the attention of the others, who thunder after him after hearing the panic in his voice.

Yoongi curses when he sees you lying there, and you can hear him, but you can’t quite muster up the energy to turn over and greet him.

You aren’t sure you want to, either. He’ll just send you away, and you don’t need to hasten the inevitable. Maybe if you close your eyes really hard, time will stand still and you can stay there with them.

Your wishes go unheard, however, as Yoongi skids to a halt on your other side and kneels down, turning you around roughly. You can feel his terror in the trembling of his hands, and you feel a sudden sick sense of satisfaction that he feels even a little bit as bad as you do.

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Yoongi mutters, pulling your torso onto his lap as he presses the back of your hand on your face. Yeontan, seeing that Taehyung has stopped following him, comes back to tug on his sleeve.

You feel a little bad - you hadn’t managed to get yourself into an upright position to feed the dog all day, and his water bowl is probably empty too. Taehyung gets up to follow Yeontan, and seeing him pacing in front of his empty food and water bowls, immediately snaps into daddy mode.

“Noona, let’s get you to bed, okay? What happened?” Jeongguk picks you up off the ground into a bridal carry, letting your head rest against his chest as he carts you off to Yoongi’s bedroom, the rest of them following somewhat haplessly.

He places you down on the bed so, so gently and the care he takes with you opens the floodgates. All of a sudden, you can’t stop crying, and the boys around you look alarmed. Jimin, ever the affectionate one, immediately climbs onto the bed next to you and hugs you tight, rubbing your back as you sniffle unattractively into his chest, probably getting your gross tears and snot all over the undoubtedly expensive shirt.

All the crying causes you to cough loudly and violently, until it feels like they’re going to rip your chest apart. Namjoon runs to get you some water and approaches you uncertainly, handing you the mug like he’s giving something to a wild animal.

Jimin takes it for you and holds it to your mouth, tilting it just enough so you can sip slowly. After you’ve drained the whole thing at his insistence, he hands the cup off to Jeongguk and continues rubbing your back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly, and you blink up at him with swollen eyes.

“Oh, sweetie,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing some tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiping your face gently. “What’s gotten you into such a state?”

“I… I don’t know!” you cry, bursting into tears once again and they just hug you. You explain through sobs and fits of coughing how you felt so awful when you woke up yesterday but weren’t sure why, how unloved and unwanted you thought you were when you realised there wasn’t any food in the fridge when there usually was something waiting for you, the fucking money on the counter, and the way your thoughts had spiralled out of control over the past few days.

As Yoongi rocks you in his embrace, he glares over your head at Hoseok and Seokjin, who look increasingly ashamed as you continue telling them your story. Seokjin’s shoulders are by his ears now, and Hoseok won’t look up from his feet.

“Baby girl, we’re so sorry we made you feel that way,” Namjoon says quietly, reaching out to stroke your hair. “We should have been more conscientious of your feelings.”

“Yeah, Y/N-ah,” Hoseok adds. “It was our fault for pushing you so hard when we knew we were going to be away the next day. We should have been around to take care of you when you went into subdrop.”

You look up in surprise. Subdrop? You’ve never even heard that term before, and the confusion is clear on your face.

“It’s okay, love. We’ll explain more about it later. For now, just know that none of it is your fault, okay, sweetheart?”

Sniffling, you nod.

Seokjin finally steps forward and takes your hand. “I’m so sorry for neglecting you, baby,” he says, pressing apologetic kisses to your knuckles. “It will never happen again.”

For the first time in days, you crack a small smile at him.

“Now, have you eaten anything today?”

You think about it. “I ate some strawberries yesterday,” you finally offer.

The boys’ expressions vary from shocked to horrified. “You haven’t eaten anything all day today?!” Seokjin fairly shrieks.

“I guess not,” you shrug.

You can hear his ranting as he sprints to the kitchen to cook you something. Too tired to have much of a reaction, you just sink back into Yoongi’s embrace, letting him prop you up against the pillows like a doll as he presses kisses to your temple.

“I love you so much, baby,” he keeps repeating to you.

When the soybean stew is ready, all of you migrate to the dining table. Seokjin, impressive as always, even managed to rustle up some side dishes - leftover kimchi, kelp salad using the seaweed he used to make the stock for the soybean stew, and rice.

You don’t feel hungry even as you sit down and pick up your utensils, but once the first bit of soup and rice is in your mouth, you realise that you’re actually ravenous. You stuff your face with the food, nearly scalding your tongue more than once on the soup. Hoseok, sitting next to you, rubs your back and laughs. “Slow down, love. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he advises.

You ignore him - you haven’t had a proper meal for two days - focusing on how amazing Seokjin’s food tastes. The last time they had time off, he made his own doenjang and you can literally taste the difference between his homemade goodness and the storebought stuff.

When you’ve cleaned out your bowl and all the side dishes, you sit back with a little sigh, only now noticing that all of them were watching you and getting a little awkward.

“Um…” you hum nonsensically to break the silence.

“Baby girl…” Namjoon sighs. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you weren’t feeling well?”

You look down at your hands curled in your lap, ashamed. “I didn’t want to be a burden,” you confess finally.

“Sweetie… you should always tell us if you feel bad,” Jimin admonishes you gently.

“I didn’t think you wanted me anymore,” you say in a small voice, looking down to avoid making eye contact with any of them, which is why you’re caught off guard when Seokjin lifts you off your chair and into his lap.

“Baby girl, you never need to worry about that, okay? We will always want you.” The certainty in his voice makes it difficult for you to continue doubting his words, so you just nod in response.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking the back of your head with his big hand. “Now, take your medicine and go to bed, you’re still sick.”

You start to acquiesce, then jerk upright in his lap, even though the motion makes you woozy. “Oh no, I was so mean to Tannie,” you gasp in horror, squirming away from him. You make your way as quickly as you can to the kitchen, where his treats are kept under the sink. Rummaging around for the rawhide bones you know he adores, you grab one from the plastic bag and sit down, shaking the bone at him.

“Come here, baby boy,” you coo at him, smiling when he runs straight to you. Yeontan is not the kind to keep grudges, but you still feel bad, stroking him and pressing kisses to his head as he starts gnawing on the bone.

“I’m sorry for being mean just now,” you repeat over and over again while showering him with affection.

Taehyung huffs in amusement. “I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten all about it,” he says, watching you rub your face in Tannie’s soft fur.

“Do you? Do you forgive me for being a big meanie, my fluffy baby?”

Yeontan ignores you, too focused on the rawhide bone.

“Okay, I think you should get to bed now,” Namjoon nags, seeing as Yeontan is way too busy to give you any attention anyway.

“Okay, good night baby boy,” you say to Yeontan in your pet voice, petting him one last time before getting up to go to bed.

When you’re all tucked in, Jeongguk comes in with a cup of water and medication for your cold. “Here you go, noona,” he says, hovering over you anxiously while you down the pills. The boys pile on to the bed one after another, curling up comfortably in their usual positions.

“Hobi-oppa?” you ask in a small voice.

“Hmm?”

“What’s subdrop?”

He hums. “It’s when subs get really sad after a scene.”

“Oh…” you say thoughtfully. There must be more than that, you think.

Thankfully, Namjoon jumps in with a more detailed explanation. “There’s two aspects to it - the emotional and physical. Some subs get really depressed and sad after a scene, especially if there’s no aftercare, for various reasons. But after such an intense experience the hormones in your body can drop sharply and that causes the physical symptoms.”

That makes more sense, you think as you nod along. It would certainly explain why you had that inexplicable headache yesterday morning, and how upset you got over what you’d done with them.

“Is there a way to prevent it?” Yoongi asks, concerned for you. He knows what Hoseok and Jin are like, and asking them to dial it back might just prove impossible.

“Not that I know of, and I think it varies from person to person. I guess you just have to figure out how to get through it,” Namjoon says, rubbing his chin as he tries to recall what he’d learned from that long-ago Google session.

You hum along, half-asleep now. “It’ll be fine,” you say, cracking a giant yawn.

“We’ll be more careful next time,” Jin says contritely, wriggling closer to drop kisses to your forehead. Jimin squawks in indignation as he’s crushed under Jin’s weight.

It occurs to you briefly as you fall asleep that this wouldn’t have happened if you’d had a more normal relationship - you’d have researched everything way more thoroughly before trying new kinks, especially ones that were so extreme. You tamp down the thought ruthlessly.

This is what makes your boys happy, and it’s fine. You like it too. It’s fine.

#yandere bts #bts yandere #bts yandere au #request fic #fucked up #ot7 x reader #ot7 fic #bts #min yoongi #park jimin #kim taehyung #jjk #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #bts idol au

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simpinforyoongi · 4 years

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Hey that's my water! ~ Shy!Jungkook x reader

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff?? A bit of angst mAYBe like 0.002%, attempted humour but like, IDK how to make things funny ok don't attack me

Summary: Jungkook finished all your water while kinda confessing and you just ask him to give you time to get to know him. (and you're hoping that he doesn't change his mind)

{Note: This is my first imagine on Tumblr and I'd really appreciate any feedback and comments and notes. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it!!}

{p.s guess where the picture is from!}

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Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don-

You peek at the confused boy to your right who sighs for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

Focus y/n focus . It's your finals.

You look back down to your half finished paper and start writing again, but not before taking yet another sneek peek at him.

You know, seeing such behavior of yours, one would think that you're crushing on this cute boy, Jungkook.

Well, it's not fuLLY wrong, I mean, he's kinda cute,ok. But its not quite true either.

Well its just, its hard to resist such a baby face and honey-sweet charms, okay?? And the fact that you're a hoe for shy boys isn't helping at all

I'd say you're giving exams a run for their money when it comes to being avoided by Jungkook.

I mean the guy hasn't held eye contact with you ever for more than half a second!

That day when you bumped into each other? Nopity. One second he was there with books sprawled across the floor and the next second he wasn't. He didn't even look at you!

Then there was that time when the only seat available was next to you and the rest were near his "fangirls". Its fair to say he shared his meal with squirrels that day.

And then there was that day when the teacher had asked you to explain something to him since she was in a hurry and you were the only one left in class. That was probably the only time he directly talked to you.

By "talk" , I mean the low "yes" when you asked whether he had understood or not. That's it.

Those were the only times when you interacted. In the past year.

And that last time was like 4-5 months ago.

Weird, considering the fact that you share a good number of classes with him. Well maybe he's just too shy, don't stress over it you dumbass.

You put your pen down and stretch out. One gets stiff after sitting in the same position for so long you know.

15 minutes are still left on the clock.

Jungkook still seems to be writing.

Your eyes linger on his face for longer than you'd like to admit.

Ok but like

Damn

he has a sharp jawline.

Slice my throat with that jaw please

But still those chubby soft looking cheeks? Howww?? Then there are those doe eyes that hold the soft chocolate brown orbs.

Oh how you'd love to stare at them for hours on end. And tangle your fingers in the soft brown locks that are hiding his forehead. Your eyes wander down to the sweet brown pools of caramel that I mentioned a moment ago and you can't seem to avert your eyes from his.

wait.

He's looking at you.

Y/N HE'S LOOKING AT YOU

You instantly turn back around and stare your paper with such intensity that if looks could burn, the flimsy piece of paper would've been long gone by now.

Well that's an amazing way to initiate contact. Great job!

Since that creepy eye contact, you didn't even dare look at his general direction

Unknown to you, he was smiling since he caught you staring at him with a hint of a dreamy smile.

He thought you looked cute with blood rushing to your cheeks.

He should try to make you flustered more often. Actually he should've tried a lot of things.

But him being a wimp is getting in his way of even looking at you nicely.

After revising your paper, you hand it in and head out.

Anyways

yeET FINALS ARE OVERRR

Walking to the entrance, you make a list of all the delicious food you're gonna eat and get fat now while binge watching all the dramas that had to be kept on hold due to exam season TT

BUT FINALLY ITS OVER SNSMMDMD

YEEEHEE

The sun suddenly seemed brighter and the sky seemed bluer.

you put in your earphones and settled on a favorite after much thought.

Ah life is sweet

And then it isn't

As you neared the entrance, a group of boys caught your eye. What surprised you more than them staring at you was the fact that Jungkook was one of them.

They immediately went back to talking amongst themselves.

Huh

Anyyyywaaaayyysss its time to PARTAYYY

So there you were, minding your own business, skipping along the song and mouthing the words.

You know, beautiful life.

But this peace didn't last long when your tranquil venture was interrupted by heavy and fast footsteps behind you.

Oh shit what if its a kidnapper. Oh shit oh shit oh shit

Instinctively, you looked behind.

Jungkook

Oh wait it's Jungkook. Hah not a kidnapper.

Oh wait

its JUNGKOOK

What if he's here to talk about the weird eye contact.

OhMY GOD OH MY GOD OY MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMY-

He stopped right in front of you and you swore your heart would leap out and break dance in front of you any moment now.

He glanced behind him at a black van.

Oh wait maybe he IS here to kidnap me.

Good as long as the weird eye contact isn't brought up.

He looks back at you and you're like ????

He says hey

You say hi

And then you're just standing there.

He again looks back at that kidnapping van and this time some of those boys from earlier stick their heads out and give him a thumbs up and you're again like ????

"So ummm.. hehe.." Jungkook looks away from you and your hoe-for-shy-boys side is just really to jUMp out of your skin and on him

"hey you tryna kidnap me or something" you smile, trying to ease his extrEMely visible tension thats being emitted from him in squiggly Iines like those in cartoons and stuff

but you're like honestly confused???when he keeps opening his mouth and closing it like a fish trying to breath in air

and as cruel as it sounds but you haTE it when someone interrupts your music sessions and its not an exception this time either,

even though the reason of interruption is extremely pretty and you're entertained just by looking at him

"...heyyy??"

"oh um... well..its just.."

"You know what nevermind Jungkook. I'll do the rest"

you look to your right and

its one of those boys

and boYY HE'S just as pretty as Jungkook if not more and you'd think you're drooling but actually you're quite a composed lady so you just normally very un-creepily look at him.

Composed lady my as-

"Hi I'm Namjoon. I'm Jungkook's friend. And I'm just here to-"

"Hi iM YOUR HOPE YOU'RE MY HOPE IM J HOPEEE"

"Hobi cAlm down you're not calling yourself that"

"hiii excujje meee I'm Jimin nice to meet you y/n"

"jimin calm down and get insi- TAE DON'T PUSH JIMIN LIKE THAT"

"GoddAMnit I'm being sqUISHED you guys let me breath-"

"ah sorry hyung but its y/nnnnnn"

"thats not an excuse to FRIGGIN KILL ME Jimin!"

"i said I'm sorry hyung but come out meet y/n"

"wait but let me breaTHsjnxxn hoBIII"

"GUYS CALM THE HECK DOWN YOU'RE SCARING HER" namjoon yelled.

wow

"umm we're really sorry. Please gimme a sec" and then he was like guys get the frick in or I'll personally kick your asses to the moon and it was supposed to be a whisper but you heard it lolol

So you're standing there like.. ok hi nice to meet you all Im y/n and wait how exactly do you know my name again???

"Jungkook talks so muc-"

"aaAAAHHHA BBBBSHHH ye ye i told them about you haha ye ye that's why they know" and he's like furiously sweating and stuttering and you're like waah ok ok calm down I don't want you having a heart attack or something good god

"Anyways, hi I'm Namjoon and I'm a friend of Kookie here" he smiles and OH THOSE GOOD FREAKING DIMPLES SOMEONE DROWN ME IN THEM

"kindly ignore these savages here" and you find that really funny so you're like "lolol that's fine XD XD haha" and smiling and all

The rest of them introduce themselves and by the end, your name just sounds unreal because of all the "hey I'm y/n"s and did i mention each of them is like.. a freaking living masterpiece?? and like so so sweet, except the Yoongi guy, he's a bit quite but you can't judge because you're like that most of the times too but you're an amazing person and so might be he .

then you ask them why they are here

"so actually, we're here because," he looks at Jungkook, "Jungkook is a coward."

"huh???"

"well you seem like a sweet girl and we decided we'd get Jungkook to ask you to hangout but he is of course a coward and thats why I had to pipe in to save him because Jungkook really likes you a lot an-"

"AAAAAAAAABABABA BALAKLAVA CHOCOLATE CAKE BANANA MILK yes hyung I'll handle this you leave" and he's just pushing all of them back in the van like a sack of potatoes despite their protests and then they just...take off??

What the-?

"ehh??"

"um..ijustwannaaskifyouwannahangoutsometimemaybeifyouwant" his eyes are closed and nose is crinkled and you just wanna SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH HIS GHADDAMNED FACE

"uh what?"

"i..i just wanna..askifyouwannahangoutsometime"

"umm?? Sorry could you please speak a tad slower??"

and he seems like he's suffocated now, like his ears are just red and sweating even more and honestly he's worrying you now

"dude you okay?? You seem really red. Here have some water" Dude. Yes. You're cool unlike those fanfic girlies with their blushing and stuttering. You're a complete badass actua-

He takes the bottle from your hand and gulps everything down and you're just like hey thats my water! but you gave it to him to drink so you can't really say anything

and okay he really seems like a fish who just got dropped in a bowl of water after being on land for 3 days

yea wait that won't work he'd die so like

he really seems like a fish who got dropped in water after being on land for like 3 minutes

So ok he seems human now

"yes you were saying?"

"Uh...do you..um.. would you wanna hangout sometime? If you're free that is.. only if you want to though" and he's like blushing a little and just so cute and you just nsndnfnfkwk

But you're also like OoO

"i-i mean d-dont worry its not like a date or anything i mean if you want it can be a date but i don't think you want that so like its just normal two people hanging out and its just like I really like you you're really cute and i just wanna hangout and just-" he takes a deep breath

"uhh.." you look down.

He just kinda confessed to you so you're kinda ?!?!?!?! right now but you also don't like dating and stuff because? Why would you waste your time on someone when in the end you're gonna just get your heart broken and like, yea that might not happen but you'd just rather sleep

But like, this weird voice at the back of your head says that you should go for it even though you're breaking your rules but like rules are made to be broken you know but you're also scared but you really don't wanna say no to him cos

well you kinda maybe a little bit like him ok?

"uumm.." your brain still can't form coherent sentences

"it's ok. Don't worry." He says and you look up and he has this sad expression and you're like NXNFFDND DON'T BE SAD PLEASE HEAR ME OUT but of course you say that in a more composed way

Ms. Composed lady

"no Jungkook that's not what i mean um.. actually.." so you explain how you think its a waste of time and stuff and you also explain that you really really really wanna get to know him more

"so..can you give me some time? Please?? So at least I can have you as a friend if you don't like me anymore later??" and he seems to be thinking and you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind

"I'll take you for ice-cream!!" and that seems to convince him

"and banana milk too??"

"sure"

And the sweetest little smile dawns on his lips and he's just nodding his head and you're just UwU

"but you finished all my water though."

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royaltypark · 5 years

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laser tag [k.t.h.]

“fuck you.” “only if you say please.”

teenage!taehyung x teenage!reader word count: 1.9k warnings: f2l, lots of language, kissing [lowercase intended]

you hadn’t seen your best friend, kim taehyung, in years.

you had met him when you were in kindergarten, and grew up with him until the beginning of middle school. he told you he was moving to south korea, and would hopefully be back in a year. the two of you didn’t have phones at that time, but you agreed to stay best friends. your parents had each other’s phone numbers, so you could always call each other.

you started off pretty strong. everyday you would call him and talk for hours about the most obscure things. how your day was, who told off teacher, what that one weird kid was wearing. years later, however, the calls became less frequent. you branched out, making new friends, but you never forgot about tae. he stayed in the back of your mind whenever someone mentioned anything that possibly related to your old friendship. to be honest with yourself, you really missed him.

“holy shit.”

“oh god, what now.”

“hot guy alert. and i mean hot, hot.”

“you say that about every guy, (f/n).”

“no, this guy is fucking flaming, (y/n).”

“i don’t—“

“fuck!”

“what?”

“he’s looking this way! oh, my god, (y/n), i think he’s walking over here. oh, fuck. oh fuck!”

“(f/n)! calm the fuck down!”

“he’s actually coming over here, oh my god!”

you felt a tap on your shoulder, and saw your friend’s eyes widen.

“hey, (y/n).” you turned to face the guy who somehow knew your name. there was no other word to describe him. he was beautiful. his skin was soft and glowing, his almond-shaped eyes wide and doe-like. he wasn’t exactly tall, but he wasn’t short, either. his chestnut brown hair flopped over a red bandana wrapped around his forehead. he looked like an angel. well, an angel in black ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

“i’m, uh... sorry to bother you; i wasn’t sure if you’d remember who i am.” you chewed nervously on your bottom lip. you didn’t remember him. something seemed oddly familiar, but his deep, husky voice was foreign to you.

“no, i’m sorry. i... i’m so sorry, i’m so awkward. who are you?”

he laughed, which sent goosebumps running down your arms. fuck, your friend was right. he was hot.

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect you to remember me.” you put your lips to the straw of your drink. “it’s been years, anyway. it’s me, taehyung.”

you choked on your drink.

“tae?”

“yeah,” he beamed, his boxy smile making your heart race.

“oh my... oh my god! you’re here! in america!”

“yeah, i just got back a couple days ago. i cant believe i bumped into you.” you stood up to give him a hug. he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, your arms around his neck. you prayed he couldn’t feel how hard your heart was pounding. you released him, grinning widely.

“you got taller.”

“yeah, no shit,” he chuckled.

“i can’t believe it’s really you. wanna do something today? i’m totally free, i—“ a throat being cleared quite loudly interrupted you.

you glanced at your friend, who was glaring at you.

“oh, god, (f/n), i’m so sorry. tae, this is my good friend, (f/n). (f/n), this is taehyung.”

“good friend? not best friend?” she frowned.

“well...” you glanced at tae, who smiled secretively back.

“yeah yeah, ditch me when the hot guy shows up. whatever happened to bros before hoes?”

your face warmed.

“(f/n)! he’s not a hoe, he’s my childhood best friend!”

“fine. i’ll hang out with (f/bf/n) instead.”

you rolled your eyes.

“i was gonna plan something later, but fine, go hang out with your boyfriend. i haven’t seen tae in years, we deserve a catch-up.”

your friend glared at you and stood up to call her boyfriend.

“uh... is this my fault?” tae whispered innocently.

“no, she’ll get over it,” you batted his concern away with a hand.

“are you sure?”

“yeah, trust me; you’re fine. so... what do you wanna do? go get pizza?” his face brightened.

“let’s play laser tag!”

“laser tag?”

“yeah! remember how we used to carpool and we would always drive past that laser tag place? and we begged and begged our parents to stop, but they never did? now we can go!”

you laughed.

“okay tae.”

“wait, really?”

“yeah, really. if you want to.”

“let’s go!”

you shook your head at his childlike excitement.

“wait... but we need a team.”

“i have six other guys i’m living with. i really want you to meet them, they’re really nice.”

“six? damn tae, you’ve got a shit ton of friends.”

“no one compares to you,” he nudged you with a smile. you blushed.

“alright, let’s go pick them up.”

“perfect, we can drive in my truck.”

“hyung?”

“hey, i’m back, and i brought my friend!”

“(y/n)?”

“wait, they know who i am?” you whispered. apparently you weren’t quiet enough, because a short boy strolled into the room, ruffling his straight black hair.

“yeah, hyung doesn’t shut up about you,” he rolled his eyes.

“shut up, jk,” he glowered at his roommate.

“i’m jungkook, nice to meet you,” he held out his hand. you shook it, a bit flustered. tae talked about you?

“yo, who’s here?”

“it’s tae and his girlfriend,” jungkook called back to the bodiless voice.

“oh, (y/n)?”

tae buried his face in his hands, his cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“how many times, guys, she not my girlfriend!”

“the way you talk about her, you might as well be dating,” the guy entered the room. he had black hair too, with broad shoulders and a handsome face.

“i’m seokjin, the most attractive one here.” he winked at you. you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“hi.”

“we’re going to play laser tag. anyone wanna come?” tae suggested.

“i can’t,” someone called.

“namjoon! why not?” jungkook moped.

“i’m working on a new song with yoongi.”

“you guys suck!” jin yelled.

“yeah, yeah,” a deeper voice responded, coated in sarcasm.

“can you guys come?” tae turned to the two boys.

“totally. someone get jimin and hobi,” jungkook turned to jin.

“jimin! hoseok!” he called for them, too lazy to actually look.

you heard the pounding of footsteps, and a particularly short boy bounded into the room.

“hoseok’s putting on his sneakers. hi (y/n). let’s go! come on! i love laser tag!”

he reminded you of a five year old, his plump lips pulled into a smile.

“i’m here! let’s go!”

scratch that. this taller one was worse that the short one.

“my name’s hoseok, you can call me hobi! it’s so great to finally meet you!” he hugged you, and you hugged him back after a moment, shocked at his friendliness.

“last call guys, you sure you don’t wanna come?”

“we’re busy!”

“okay, okay,” tae raised his hands in surrender. “let’s go, guys.”

you all hopped into tae’s truck and began the drive, blasting your favorite music all the way there.

“alright, let’s randomize the teams, three people on each.”

the teams appeared on a digital screen.

“awww i’m not with (y/n),” tae frowned.

“it’s okay! you’re with me!” hobi grinned, his mouth forming a heart shape you found really endearing.

“and me!” jin wrapped his long arms around the two of them. tae rolled his eyes, and you grinned at him.

“i guess you’re stuck with us, (y/n),” jimin elbowed you.

“yeah, we may not be as old but we’re way faster,” jungkook informed you.

“pfft, who needs speed when you have strategy,” jin scoffed. you smirked.

“whoever loses buys dinner.”

“deal,” tae spoke immediately.

“alright, everyone ready? vests on? got your guns?”

“i’m good.”

“me too.”

“all set.”

“i’m ready.”

“we’re gonna luck your asses,” jimin proclaimed.

“so what? you can talk the talk. can you walk the walk?” hobi questioned.

“hell yeah we can. come on boys, let’s go,” you looped your arms through theirs and dragged them to your base.

“damn, (y/n), i see how it is. come on guys,” tae made a face and pulled his two friends into the room.

there was no one left except you and tae. you knew you could beat him if you tried hard enough. jin was the first one out. long story short, he was absolutely terrible at the game. then jimin, who was tricked into revealing his hiding spot. jungkook sniped hobi, who was in a cramped area and couldn’t escape, but immediately after, tae shot at jungkook, eliminating him. you had stayed hidden, but you didn’t get the opportunity to go after him.

neither of you spoke a word, too afraid of giving up your hiding spot.

“boo,” a voice in your ear made you jump. you turned to see tae’s face a mere breath away from your own. he backed you against the wall, putting his gun-holding hand next to your face. he had trapped you. not that it mattered. you probably wouldn’t have shot at him anyway. you were too captivated by the way he looked at you. he placed his hand on your waist. your breath hitched.

“tae...” you spoke softly, unsure.

his eyes flickered to your lips, and he licked his own, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

“tae... what are you doing?” you spoke breathlessly, your heart pounding.

he leaned closer. the smell of his expensive cologne, the feel of his hand on your body... it was too much.

“this,” he whispered. he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against your own. you gasped, and put one of your hands on his chest. he deepened the kiss, and you gripped his t-shirt, pulling him closer. as soon as he had kissed you, he pulled away, grabbed his gun, and shot your chest.

“we win,” he smirked.

you gaped at him, still struggling to breathe properly.

“are you kidding? that’s cheating!”

“not my fault you kissed back,” he shrugged.

“i hate you,” you glared at him.

“no you don’t.”

you groaned, and covered your blushing face with your hands.

“fuck you,” you said, as he began to walk away.

“only if you say please,” he winked. you stared, slack jawed, at his receding figure. without turning around, he flashed you a korean heart with his two fingers.

that boy would be the death of you.

“so... about what happened before.” you stood facing tae outside the pizza place. his friends, even namjoon and yoongi, came along, and were sitting at a booth inside. you had asked to talk to him privately, to which they poked and teased him.

“what does that make us?” you gazed up at him.

“i’d like to think it makes us more than friends,” he glanced down at his feet.

“i—“

“but only if you want!” he rushed. you smiled.

“i’d like that.”

“what? really?” he looked into your eyes, his own filled with hope. you nodded.

“yeah. i would.”

“okay, jagi,” he tested the word out. you blushed.

“that’s the one,” he muttered, flashing you his boxy smile.

“alright, babe, let’s go back inside,” you intertwined your fingers. he gave a low chuckle and squeezed your hand.

“so... you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“please, tae. did you even have to ask?”

#kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts #bts fanfic

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yoongi-sugaglider · 5 years

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, possible future main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 3810

Part 1 === Part 2 === Part 3

“Sounds like it’s going well enough for them.” Namjoon muttered as he trailed behind me down the steep flight of stairs.

The basement was massive, spanning the entire length and width of the house and trailing a bit beyond the foundation and segmented off into several small rooms.

Just to the left of the stairs was what I’d designated our just in case pantry. A room filled from ceiling to floor with shelves piled high with canned goods and the MREs I’d told Jimin to take stock of earlier. I barely glanced inside, mentally taking note that most of the shelves were properly full as I’d intended them to be.

Beyond the pantry lay a large open area filled with couches and bean bag chairs of varying varieties. Against the far wall were several televisions, doubling as both gaming and movie watching areas as well as where the various security cameras that surrounded our home could be monitored.

Namjoon branched off from me at that point, going over to speak with Tae who’d currently been watching the security feed in order to ask him where he’d left the plasma torch as he’d been the last person to use it.

I moved on, making my way past another room that doubled as Jungkook’s private gym and another who’s door was closed that I dismissed immediately off hand.

The last room in the basement was our makeshift clinic.

Large metal cabinets lined the walls of the room, filled with what I knew to be all kinds of medical equipment and medications that we’d gathered from one source or another for emergency purposes. In the center of the room sat a large metal table, one that a person may have expected to find in a surgical theater but that currently held a very faint Hoseok.

He clutched desperately to Jungkook’s hand as Jimin worked quickly to sew up the wound that spanned a 3 inch portion of the dancer/ bodyguard’s lower shin.

“Give it to me straight Doc, am I ever gonna dance again?” Hobi tried to joke, despite the wince of pain that crept into his normally smiling face every time Jimin’s needle and thread passed through his skin.

“Sorry bud. Looks like we may have to amputate it.” I announced myself between passes of the needle, knowing ( and yes true to form he did) that Hoseok would jump and cry out as soon as the words left my mouth.

His face turned white as a sheet as he stared at me before his nervous eyes darted back to Jimin.

“Nooo...say it ain’t so Doc. Tell me she’s lyin.”

Jimin chuckled, snipping off the last bit of thread with his scissors before reaching over to the counter and grabbing a bit of ointment and bandages that he’d obviously prepared beforehand.

“No way hyung. You’re gonna be just fine. 6 stitches is plenty to keep this bad boy together. A few days and you’ll be up and about walking and dancing in no time.” Jimin patted his elder’s uninjured calf, giving him a sly grin as Hoseok swung his legs off the table.

“Don’t you know though? Ladies love a good scar. Love it even more when there’s a hot, life saving event to go along with it.” I chirped cheerfully.

“Yeah,well,” Hoseok began to roll down his pant leg, eyes staring up at me through the fringe of his bangs. “The way things are looking you’re gonna be the only lady around here for a while and with Jungkook in charge I doubt I’m gonna be getting anything anytime soon.”

The comment earned Hoseok a swift and sharp smack to the back of his head, though he grinned at me despite the pain.

“Keep mackin on my girl and that leg ain’t the only thing you’re gonna be worried about boy.” Jungkook’s growl was fierce as he stalked around the table and swooped me into his arms.

The show of aggression was just that, a show. Something to lighten the tense mood that seemed determined to creep into the moderately warm basement.

I smiled as his hands circled my waist, delicate fingers digging lightly into tender flesh as he pressed his hard body into mine. His eyes held a fire as they stared into mine, but also...something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Something I could have sworn was fear.

“Babe?” My voice came out hushed, a whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room as he grazed a tender kiss across my partially chapped lips.

“It’s crazy out there. I honestly don’t know how we made it home safe.” He pressed his forehead into mine, eyes closed as he seemed to want to block out the whole world and focus in on the one thing that could always ground him. The feel of me beneath his fingertips.

“I know baby. But we’re safe. Our family’s with us and we’re safe.” I whispered, fingers tangling with feather soft hair as my nose brushed lightly against his.

He inhaled, fingers for a brief moment painful as they dug into the delicate skin of my hips through my black jeans. And then he pulled away, vulnerable boy gone to quickly be replaced with the authoritative man that the 7 men around us trusted to lead them and guide them.

“Alright assholes. Get this shit cleaned up. Pow wow upstairs in 20.”

Jimin and Taehyung snapped up instantly at his harsh tone, saluting him quickly and getting to work cleaning the blood off of Hobi and the table. I shot the three a small smile as Jungkook lead me away,one that each of them returned in kind just before we rounded the corner and disappeared from their sight and up the stairs.

Yoongi and Jin had been busy as well, cleaning the trail of blood from the garage to the stairs with an efficiency which only the two of them could have managed in the short time I’d been gone.

“Building’s secure.” Yoongi announced, eyes never leaving the floor as he mopped up the last of the lingering blood and doused the stained mop in the pink tinged water of the mop bucket.

“Anything new from the news?” I asked as Jin and Jungkook exchanged handshakes.

“T.V went out about 15 minutes ago. Nothing from any of the local or national news and the rest is just fuzz. Looks like it’s actually going to shit out there.” Jin’s voice was grim, something I wasn’t used to hearing from the normally jovial man.

My heart clenched, a moment of panic overtaking me as my grip tightened around Jungkook’s hand. He squeezed back in reassurance, motioning for the two to follow us as he lead the way into the living room.

True to Jin’s word the tv showed static, the black and white snow-like images flickering in the quiet room.

“Anything on the radios?” Jungkook motioned to the police scanners to which Yoongi shook his head.

“I checked a bit ago and the last thing that came in was that the Americans were pulling back to their base, probably got orders to high tail it back home.”

“Who can blame them though. We did the same.” I winced at the taste of blood in my mouth, realizing quickly that the anxiety I’d been trying to push down had caused me to worry my lower lip to the point of bleeding.

“Well shit…” I muttered as I made my way to the coffee table and dropped down onto the sofa with a huff.

Snagging a tissue from the box on the table I dabbed at my lip, shaking my head when I pulled the tissue away to reveal a bright red blemish on the normally pristine white cotton.

“I doubt the Americans would abandon us like that. They wouldn’t leave one of their allies like that just to die in the thousands from some dumb psychos.” Jin came to their defense, trying I’m sure to rationalize the situation.

“No, not unless they’re going through the same shit and need their men back home more than here.” Yoongi spat out bitterly as he plopped onto the other end of the sofa beside me.

I huffed, feeling the need for information pulling at me. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone while checking the gun at my hip for reassurance.

“It’s 2019, surely the internet’s got something. Some kind of information to let us know what’s going on with the rest of the world.” I squinted down at my phone, typing in my password to unlock it as I stared at the signal symbol in the top corner of the screen.

“The fuck...I’ve got no sig…” My words were interrupted as the power around us flickered. For the briefest of moments we were plunged into darkness before our fleet of backup generators kicked over and the power came back on.

“Holy fuck the world’s fucking ending.” Yoongi grinned, staring at the ceiling as if he’d lost his mind.

“Dude, not cool. I’m sure there’s an explanation for that.” Jin argued as he walked over to the window that faced the street outside and flipped open a few blinds with his fingers.

“Yeah, sure there’s an explanation. There are psychotic people wandering the street, infected with some super rabies that’s got them eating other people and the world’s about to end.” Yoongi let out a light giggle, leaning back into the sofa and closing his eyes in an almost manic glee. “This is too fucking much. I feel like I’m in some lame ass tumblr fanfic or something.”

I frowned, head tilted slightly as I watched him giggling quietly to himself. “The fuck are you talking about Yoongi?”

The man shook his head however and sat up, eyes now open and pinning Jungkook with his cool and calm stare. “Alright fearless leader.” He said as the others began to trail in minus Namjoon.

Jungkook frowned in his direction, effectively silencing his elder friend as Taehyung helped Hoseok gingerly sit on the sofa on the other side of me. Jimin sat at the corner table, eyes darting around anxiously as he fiddled with the cellphone he’d turned off earlier in the evening.

“Joon?” He asked, the question directed at me.

“Working on a barricade for the garage.” I answered as I handed Hoseok a pillow so that he could prop his injured leg on the coffee table.

“Good. Jimin you said you’d taken stock of our supplies?” Jungkook turned when Jimin yelped at his name being called.

“Ah yeah um…” He pulled the notepad from the large front pocket of his scrubs, flipping through the pages until he’d come to the list he’d made at my request.

“We have enough food to last the 8 of us as least six months down there. And three years worth of MRE’s per person.” He gulped as he flipped to the next page, squinting at his doctor’s chicken scratch as if he was having trouble reading his own handwriting. “Medical supplies are good to go so long as we don’t end up having to do anything like major surgery. But that’s just what we have downstairs. I’m sure the rest of the house is plenty stocked with supplies.”

Jungkook nodded,seeming to have taken mental note of everything that Jimin’d said. He turned to Yoongi who’d finally seemed to sober up to the situation.

“Weapons and ammo?” Jungkook asked, his voice firm as he checked the gun in his hip holster as a reflex.

“Everything’s good on that end. We’ve got plenty of the larger rounds. Small ammo’s been scarce around here lately but we’ve got a couple hundred 22’s. The extended clips for the semi’s y/n ordered last month finally came in, those are in the vault downstairs.” Yoongi tugged on his ear lobe, seeming to lose himself in thought for a moment.

“There’s also the C4 and those hand grenades you ordered but didn’t tell us about.”

I shot Jungkook a look, brow furrowed in anger as my suspicions raised. “The hell you need fucking C4 for?” I demanded, my voice almost shrill in the silent room.

“Doesn’t matter now. Pretty sure the Fire Fangs were caught up in that hospital bullshit. Apparently their leader was one of the first one bit. Had them all up there worried and shit when the shit hit the fan.” Jungkook scoffed at their idiocy, turning to the living room door to acknowledge Namjoon who’d just entered the room.

“Barrier’s up and the door’s secure Sir.” He brushed some of the hair out of his face, revealing a small burn mark on the back of his hand.

“Jesus hyung, the hell did you do?” Jimin jumped up from his chair, grabbing the elder man’s hand and twisting it to examine the injury.

“Ah, burnt myself on the torch. No big deal it’s not important.” He tried to wave his younger friend off but to no avail.

“The hell it isn’t. With what’s going on out there I’m not risking any of you walking around with uncovered wounds.” Jimin waved to Hoseok’s now well bandaged leg before shaking the hand he still gripped.

“Go sit down I’ll be right back with some disinfectant and gauze.”

Namjoon did as he was told, walking over sheepishly to sit in the chair Jimin had just been in. The boys were used to this. Jimin turning from shy young boy into authoritative doctor at the mere mention of an injury. His ability to stay calm in an emergency was what made him the best in his industry, and also why we kept him around.

Taehyung, who’d been quiet all this time finally spoke up, having been huddled in a corner with his eyes glued to his phone for most of the conversation.

“So boss, you gonna tell them what we’re up against? They’re gonna need to know at some point or another. They need to know what to be ready for.”

Throughout his short speech his eyes never left the multiple camera views flashing across the screen of his phone. He’d been a security agent before. Eyes trained to spot any threat no matter the video quality on his feeds and reflexes honed to perfection just like the other men to respond quickly and accordingly.

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, fingertips combing his bangs over his eyes for a moment before brushing the strands back off his forehead. The unruly strands just fell back into place though, casting a haunting shadow over his eyes that sent a chill racing down my spine.

“Fuckin hell man…” He leaned up against the wall, using the edge of the wall mounted plasma screen to scratch at an itch on his shoulder as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“We were heading back from the botanical gardens. Hooked up with Tae at the public library when we heard screaming.”

“Screaming?” I asked and Jungkook shot me a gruff growl for interrupting.

“Yeah screaming. Sounded like it was coming from the middle school behind the library.”

“Apparently people starting to get evacuated from all the major buildings. Government telling the civilians to get home and stay safe.” Hoseok grunted as he shifted his injured leg to get more comfortable.

“The fucking looting had already started, and really can you blame folks? Chaos means free money, we shoulda took the chance when we had it and ran.” Jungkook scoffed at the idea, glaring down at Hoseok who managed to look sheepish under his leader’s glower.

“Look man, a little kid got pushed down. The crowd around us was going wild coming from the school and the little girl was cryin for her momma.” Hoseok shrugged, picking at the lint on his shirt sleeve.

“Hoseok, ever the hero picked the kid up and was runnin with her when the kid started freaking out. Yellin that she saw her moms and tryin to get Hobi to put her down.” Jungkook’s face all this time had begun to turn pale. Even in the bright lights of the living room it seemed like all the blood was draining away from his face.

“Hoseok couldn’t hold her anymore. Dropped the kid when he tripped over a curb. Girl went running right into her momma’s arms. Who promptly picked her up and bit her fucking face off.” Tae’s voice was cold from the corner and his statement caused everyone to freeze. I could hear Namjoon gagging from the corner and Jimin had chosen that exact moment to come back from his supply run. The bottle of rubbing alcohol dropped from his hand as he stared between us all.

“Are you serious? How the hell could a mom even do that?” His voice came out as barely a whisper as he bent to retrieve the fallen bottle.

“ ‘S cause she wasn’t that girl’s momma no more.” Tae answered. He looked up from his phone to bore his heated gaze into each one of us. “Bitch turned. Turned into whatever the fuck the government’s calling those fucking creatures.”

“That’s about when we noticed that literally all around us people were just...eating each other.” Hobi shivered as he wrapped his arms around himself and I reached over with a trembling hand to try and rub some comfort back into his chilled skin.

“We ran. Trying to get back to the car without getting bit or having to hurt anyone. But a car came blasting through the intersection, knocked Hobi off his feet and busting up his leg and smashing right into a group of people just trying to escape.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair again, a clear sign of his barely restrained fear and anxiety.

Hoseok glared down at his fists in his lap, clenching and unclenching his hands as if they had betrayed him. “If only I had kept hold of that kid. We could have saved her!”

The bodyguard had always prided himself as being able to protect anyone put into his care. His strength and agility gained from years as an underground street dancer had easily earned him a reputation that had gained him the attention of Jungkook and the respect of his fellow members.

To see him questioning himself now was both heartbreaking and terrifying.

“There was nothing you could do Hobi. Had you still had hold of that girl then both of you would have probably died stuck underneath the fucking car that hit you in the first place.” Jin, ever the voice of reason spoke up for the first time.

Hoseok looked over at his senior, eyes glazed over with tears and the memories that I’m sure would have haunted him for the rest of his life. The sound of a whimper tore his gaze away and the group of us turned to see Jimin finally treating Namjoon's burn.

“Ah hush, I've pulled bullets out of you worse than this little thing.” Jimin said through clenched teeth as he struggled to hold Namjoon's arm still.

“But it huuurrrtttsss.” Namjoon tried to pull his hand away once again, earning him a smack to the arm from a now irate Jimin.

“Quit acting like a child and let me treat this fucking thing.”

I shook my head at the two, attention turning back to Jungkook.

He seemed to have been watching the interaction between Namjoon and Jimin but as I watched his eyes glazed over and he swayed on his feet. I bolted up, racing over to his side and reaching him at the same time as Yoongi who I guess had been watching him as well.

“Woah, easy there bud.” Came Yoongi’s mutter as the two of us supported Jungkook’s wilted frame.

We led him over to the sofa, gingerly setting him down beside Hoseok who’d scooted over to make room for him.

“M fine guys step off.” But his half hearted arm waving didn’t deter either of us from putting his feet up on the coffee table and making him lean his head against the back ridge of the sofa.

“You’re obviously not fine babe. Or you wouldn’t have been on the verge of passing out on your feet like that just now.” My voice was firm as I patted his hand, my free hand reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow and gently caress his cheek.

He closed his eyes, nuzzling into my touch with a quiet hum of comfort.

“Did he eat today?” I asked Hoseok who shook his head no.

“We were up early as hell and busy around lunch time, I know I ate breakfast but I don’t think he had anything.”

I cursed beneath my breath, shooting a glare in Jin’s direction. The elder man nodded at my glance,heading out of the room to begin working on dinner at my unspoken directive.

“How could you be so stupid Kookie?” I demanded quietly as I glared at his resting face.

“Didn’t think about it. Had work to do.” Came his muttered reply.

Shaking my head I stood, eyes darting around at the other figures who stood warily nearby.

This all felt so surreal, like I was watching my life be played out as a movie on the big screen. The attacks, the loss of power, and now the leader of our group basically out of commission because he’d let his blood sugar get too low.

Of course it was entirely possible he was suffering from shock, as that seemed to be the case for the other pale faces as well. It was rare for us to be gathered together like this and for the room to be so deathly quiet. Even Namjoon had quieted down from his whimpers of pain as Jimin wrapped his hand in a small bandage.

“What the hell are we going to do?” I asked to no one in particular as I stared listlessly at the snow filled TV screen.

“Nothing for now.” Came a quiet reply and my gaze snapped to the normally silent Taehyung.

“We wait, hope that the generators hold up until the cops and military can get a hold on things.” He shrugged as he looked up from his surveillance cameras.” Start turning off anything unnecessary to conserve power and make sure everything is properly locked and secure.”

“We’ve already done most of that…” I muttered as I planted my rear on the cool surface of the coffee table.

“Then just wait.” Tae returned his gaze to the security feed. His lips thinned into a hard pressed frown as he quickly tapped and expanded on one of the cameras.

“Tae? What is it?” I asked, voice laced with worry as I watched his eyes harden.

“There’s someone outside on the front lawn. And I don’t like the way they’re moving.”

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jungwoohoos · 5 years

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uni!hoseok

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

he really does look like linguini when he dances, but you guess you can’t resist that

You weren’t a party virgin per se

There was that one time the second weekend of first year that you went out with your roommate

She had met someone the night before and said he would give you two an in

How did she get someone’s number so quickly?? You didn’t understand

You once asked for someone’s email instead because the thought of asking for someone’s number was so personal

Your project group got a little annoyed that they had to email you everything they had already discussed in the group chat

But you always made sure to use the cute emojis that look like blobs of honey, so everything was good and your members didn’t annihilate you in the evaluation reports

Anyway, you lasted 20 minutes max at that party

It was a house party, but everyone was milling around in the backyard, which was nearly pitch black and really patchy

You could barely see your feet, so you had no idea how anyone could see who they were talking to

Everyone was also wearing hawaiian shirts

“Oooohhhhhh, it’s a hawaiian themed party,” your roommate had whispered while looking at your all black outfit

As if black jeans don’t exist in Hawaii >:(

She started talking to the guy she had met the night before, and it was getting a little steamy if you could say so yourself

You should take lessons because she was playing in the big leagues

Subtle touch on his arm

Laughing at everything he was saying

Although that one must’ve been a hard one to pull off because there’s only so much you could laugh about when a drunk dude’s retelling how much pain he was in when he thought his appendicitis was someone in an invisibility cloak stabbing him with an invisible knife

You had only come with your roommate, and she was busy trying to get with Chad over there

So you played on your phone a bit

Walked around the backyard, which was the size of a ping pong table, and got some fresh air

There was only so much bush you could look at at 11:30 pm

So you caught your roommate’s eyes (which were wandering suspiciously south)

And motioned that you were going to head out

And to text you if she was coming back

Because the way she was working her magic on Brad, the question was more of an “if” than a “when”

You walked through the sprinkler on your way back to your room, and that was the most fun part of the night by far

Two years later, you can proudly say you never stepped foot into another party

Because being in your bed nice and clean was your kind of party

Not the kind where you’re sweating not because you’re moving

But from sheer proximity to other sweaty bodies

So when Namjoon invited you to a small gathering he was having, you didn’t hesitate to say yes

You had met Namjoon earlier that semester in your botany class

The one that you both realized you only took because you had binge watched the same video of a guy grooming his garden full of bonsai plants

Trimming and landscaping and rearranging the formation of the pebbles surrounding the base

43:11 minutes of pure heaven

He squealed when you brought up BlissfulBonsai81 because yEs YES someone who understands

You’re at a coffee shop doing some work when he brings it up

Scrape of chair legs

The warm smell of cinnamon that wafts up to your nose when he hands you your drink

“Soooo since BlissfulBonsai81 mentioned in his last video that true happiness comes from celebration of small moments”

This man is his role model

“I’m gonna have a small gathering so we can celebrate the end of midterms woooo!!”

You haven’t met Namjoon’s other friends yet, but from what he’s mentioned, they seem fun

Hoseok seems a little wild though

But you trust Namjoon, and it’ll be nice to have some fun after the onslaught of exams

So you tell him you’ll go

“But only if there’s sweet and spicy sriracha wings”

“Small gathering” my ass

If Namjoon weren’t being a sweetheart and helping Youngchul in the bathroom, he would’ve been getting a piece of your mind

Your last exam was today

And to say that it burned you out would be a major understatement

Two hours of fluid dynamics and stupid pipes being smooth or rough and turbulent substances

You’ll show Namjoon turbulent when you’ve gotten your much deserved 12 hours of sleep

Even now, after the party’s died down a bit, there are at least 30 people

You couldn’t even walk up the stairs to use the bathroom without bumping into four couples making out

One was Jungkook and his new girlfriend, who he apparently officially met on an intramural volleyball team

He gave you a wave and a wink when you turned around to apologize for bumping into him

His girlfriend also smiled and gave a little wave

Probably the cutest couple you could’ve stumbled upon sucking faces

It’s nearing midnight, and you’re starting to feel the day catch up to you

The bass was a little too loud thrumming through your head

The cup you had barely touched was beginning to make your hand cramp

And that guy was still dancing

You’re half delirious and half inexperienced, but you’re pretty sure there’s no dancing at house parties

Not counting the disturbing bump and grinds happening off beat

But this guy’s been dancing for the last two hours

And you don’t know how he’s made it this far because he’s wearing jeans and a long sleeve

They make him look even more like the inflatable guys outside of car dealerships

He’s really not a bad dancer

Definitely has the flexibility for it if you can go off his limbs flying everywhere

And that huge smile’s been on his face the whole time, even though any sane person wouldn’t be smiling if they were wearing the insulator his clothes are

Any sane person also wouldn’t be doing the sprinkler to Kendrick Lamar

You’re still looking at him over the rim of your cup when you hear a small sigh next to you

Namjoon plucks the cup from your cup and downs it

“I’m never holding a party again” he groans and lets his head fall back onto the couch

You’re about to be a little sassy and correct him with “small gathering”, but he sat up when he saw you looking at the dancing noodle

“Ohh! You haven’t met Hobi hyung. Let me introduce you!!”

You’re being pulled straight off the couch and toward the middle of the room before you could blink

Oh he’s taller than you thought

“Hyung, hyung”

Namjoon has to cup his armpit and squeeze to get his attention

There’s a squeal and Hobi turns around

He makes a little tsk sound when he sees Joon

“Eh, Joon. You know I hate when you do that”

He sees you looking at him

You look like you could use a good hibernation

He can’t help but smile when you go to shake his hand but yawn instead

Your nose scrunched up and you covered your mouth with the hand you were about to use to shake his

Namjoon’s rambling about something you two have in common

“You guys both like hot cheetos!! You can talk about that”

But you two are sizing each other up silently

He seems like too much energy, too much pep for your liking

You literally just watched this guy flail for 2 hours

You don’t think you like him

He likes how you’re not afraid to make eye contact with him

You also smell like citrus, which smells like heaven compared to the overwhelming scent of dried beer and sweat

He likes you

Namjoon doesn’t know it because he’s still listing topics you could talk about

“...music? No, songs with tambourine accents are kinda niche...politics??”

You leave a little after that because your roommate got locked out while she was doing laundry, and she’s in her underwear

Hobi gives you a wink, and you narrow your eyes

He pops up a lot in the next few weeks

Sometimes just to call your name and shoot you a wink

But other times to ask how your day was and see if you want to get milkshakes

You don’t want to admit it, but you kind of enjoy spending time with him

You have to tell him to lower his voice numerous times because he ends up shouting

A problem in the library

And he likes listening, so he asks you to just talk a lot of the times

Which puts you in a weird position because you shouldn’t want to talk to someone you find loud and annoying right?

But you find yourself smiling when you hear his voice

And having to pretend to be grumpy when he interrupts your study sessions because he was bored

He’s nothing you thought you would like, but everything that made you happy

News started spreading that you and Hobi were hanging out because Hobi was beloved on campus

Even the janitors got excited to talk to him

Not many people knew who you were because you tended to keep to yourself

You were sitting on a bench one day, eating some carrots

Decapitating more like it

You were pissed

You missed your presentation this morning because your alarm didn’t go off

Professor Lee wouldn’t let you make it up even when you started crying

You were crying so much that you slipped down the stairs

Your butt now had a stair shaped bruise on it

And now you had to get ready for Namjoon’s birthday party because your present had taken 3 weeks to come in and you weren’t about to give it to him the day after his birthday

Which is why 2 hours later, you’re drunk

It only took one “what’s this pee colored drink??”

You’re in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to turn on the sink

For some reason, the knobs won’t turn to either side

Maybe it’s automatic? You wave your hands underneath the spout but still no water

You didn’t hear the knock on the door

You didn’t even know it had opened and someone had walked in until you feel a solid body bounce against yours

Hands caught your waist before you could topple over, and you let out a small “oof” when the momentum stopped and you bounced back against their chest

Mmmmmmm smells like freshly baked muffins

You fisted your hands into the fabric in front of you and buried your nose deeper

“Having fun there?”

“Mmmeppaph” you mumbled, moving your hands around to their back and letting your nose trace its way into the crook of their neck

Hobi hoped you couldn’t feel how quickly his heart was beating

Because it was about to bust out of his chest and if you hum against his neck one more ti--

“Hmmmmm”

You couldn’t help yourself because they were so warm and smelled so nice and made a really nice bed and huh, you were a little tired weren’t you

He felt your body give until you were slumped against him

The only thing that was keeping you upright was his hands on your waist

And your hands which have somehow dropped into his waistband

He shuffled out of the bathroom as carefully as possible

Your head lolled and hit the frame of the door before he could catch it, but you just gave a little huff

Only two more doors

He fumbled with your body before he freed one hand to open his door

Laid you gently onto his bed

He thanked god that he washed his boxers that were laying on there earlier today

Brought a blanket and tucked you in

He couldn’t help himself from rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip because he doesn’t have the courage to do it when you’re awake

He’s never seen you asleep before, but he likes how peaceful you look

You’re not rolling your eyes at him or shooing him away

It makes it a little easier to imagine that you could like him

He initially doesn’t hear that you’re mumbling because it’s so quiet

And the blanket’s kinda in your mouth

He moves it away so he can hear you

It still takes you a couple times before you’re coherent

“Mmmmm can I tell you a secret?”

He smiles because the only secret you told him was that his socks smell like the plague

“Of course”

You shift so that you’re curled around him, your hand resting on his thigh

“I like Hobi, but don tell him ‘cause I don think he thinks I’m cute, even though I ammmmm”

He thinks his heart exploded when he saw you push your lower lip out

“And he’s too nice and good for me, but I’m shellfish and wanna be happy, and he makes me so so so so happy”

You blanched when he recited your words over breakfast and painkillers the next morning

He knew you were going to try to deny everything when you went to open your mouth

So he reached over the counter and cupped your cheek

“Be shellfish and let yourself be happy, okay? Because that makes me happy”

“Oh and by the way, very very cute”

You hum when you taste the syrup on his lips

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chimyoung · 6 years

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I’ll Try

As requested by @agylala7: what about the second prompt with Yoongi and OC, but where OC is the art student who smokes and Yoongi is the med student?

Here we go! This was supposed to be a drabble but it went over 2k so does it still count?

Warning/s: SMOKING (pls do not, take it from a smoker, it is very expensive and bad for your health), swearing, reader gets sick, mentions of gross sick stuff.

Paring: Med Student!Min Yoongi x Art Student!Reader

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for your peers to find you outside, under one of the large trees on the quad with a cigarette in your mouth. It was a well-known fact that you were a chain smoker, many of your professors and friends trying to lecture you on the detrimental impact that the nicotine had on your health, but you never listened.

Min Yoongi was one of those people who were trying to convince you to quit smoking, or at least cut back from two packs a day. At first he had started out by simply looking at you and telling you that the ‘cancer stick’ was going to kill you before you saw your first grandchild. He was a very blunt man, but that was probably what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

Min Yoongi was the complete and total opposite of you, with his natural black hair, no piercings other than his ears and no other body modifications whatsoever, he was not afraid to speak his mind or call people out on their bullshit. Yoongi dressed to be comfortable, and his outward appearance, although intimidating, was somewhat comforting. He was a med student who would never even think of putting a lit cigarette anywhere near his face.

You on the other hand, had bright red hair, a couple of piercings (your nose and lip) as well as your ears, you had tattoos all over your body and you were a very soft, outspoken person no matter what you looked like. You often dressed in a way that would scare people off, and it was a common occurrence for people to cross the road to avoid you altogether. You were a socially awkward art student who couldn’t really go ten minutes without a hit of nicotine.

“Large soy chai latte, no foam!” You called, finishing the order and pushing the to-go cup forward in time for the business lady to snatch it off the counter and completely ignore your polite smile. Seeing no more orders for you, you wiped down the coffee machine and moved out from behind the counter, joining Hoseok in cleaning the now empty tables. It was a late Tuesday evening, and the quaint little café that you worked at was beginning to start closing, ready to turn in for the night.

“Here, I’ll take that. You go talk to your lover boy.” Hoseok winked, taking the empty plates from your hands. Hoseok was much like you in his appearance, two full sleeves of tattoos to complement his spider bites and eyebrow piercing. He was your best friend and he was also a pain in the ass, often giving you a hard time for your crush on Yoongi, your polar opposite. Where you had fallen for a man who was complete opposite of you, Hoseok’s boyfriend, Taehyung, was very much the same as him, maybe with a few less tattoos.

“Fuck off, Hobi.” You spoke, but handed over the plates in any case, turning to see Yoongi sat in the corner with three empty mugs around him, typing furiously on his laptop. You assumed that the med students had an assignment or test of some sort coming up, explaining the urgent way that Yoongi was slamming his fingers against the keypad.

“Do you need another?” You asked as soon as you got close enough, taking a small amount of joy in the way that the man jumped, his hand almost knocking one of the mugs from their place beside him.

“Um, yeah. Just a latte, thanks. I’m nearly done.” He smiled up at you, watching as you collected the empty cups and plates, nodding as he spoke.

“No problem. It won’t be too long.” You smiled back, turning to walk away. Jimin had taken your place at the coffee machine, so you relayed Yoongi’s order before grabbing your packet of cigarettes from your jacket’s front pocket and taking your lighter from Jimin’s outstretched hand. You often left it laying around, and your friends ever so diligently continued to pick it up for you.

“I’m going for a smoke, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” You said, moving towards the back of the store, and out the back door, flipping Jin off when he made some comment about not getting cancer before he can draw up the next roster. Placing the cigarette between your lips and sparking the flame from the lighter, you inhaled the toxins, letting out a relieved sigh at the familiar burn. The tightness in your chest dissipated upon seeing the cloud of grey smoke leave your lips, blowing away with the breeze.

You were in a world all your own, thinking over the man who sat inside and what he would say to you when you walked back inside. He often left little notes on the napkins, other staff at the café passing them along to you. At first you were a little put off when you read “EXPOSURE TO SECOND HAND SMOKE KILLS NEARLY 50,000 PEOPLE EACH YEAR IN THE U.S ALONE”. Though as time went on, the little notes became more frequent, facts about cigarettes and the deadly impact that they had on the average human. Now you had begun to expect them, somewhat looking forward to them in your own morbid way. Stomping out the now finished cigarette, you exhaled the lung full of smoke, waiting a little so that you wouldn’t smell too strongly of smoke, before you made your way back into the café, finding Yoongi gone but a note left in his place, folded in half with your name scratched onto the top in his usual scrawl.

“What did he leave you this time? His number? The national quitting help line? The number to some sort of a funeral service?” Hoseok asked as you unfolded the paper, smirking at the newest note.

“TABBACO ADDICTS ARE MOST LIKELY TO CONSIDER QUITTING ON A MONDAY. MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE COME IN YESTERDAY?” It read, making you giggle quietly at the absurdness of the fact.

“Nothing of your concern.” You quipped, walking towards the front doors to lock them and flip the open sign to close.

The next time you spoke to Yoongi, you were sat under the largest tree on the quad, a lit cigarette in your mouth, and two finished ones stamped out beside you.

“You are going to die an incredibly early death if you continue smoking at the rate you are.” His voice cut through your thoughts, halting the movement of your pencil on your paper.

“We’re all gonna die Yoongi. When, where or how is undecided. I could get hit by a bus tomorrow, and that would have nothing to do with my smoking habits.” You said, smirking up at the man and taking another drag.

“You are as bad a Namjoon. I’m just pointing out that the likeliness of you living to the ripe old age of 45 is pretty low.” He spoke back sarcastically, beginning to walk away once more. You laughed at his statement, taking one final drag from your cigarette and putting it out, half finished.

“Now I might make it to 46!” You exclaimed, smiling at him and picking up your pencil once more.

“Maybe. It might take a little more than that though.” He quipped.

“I’ll try.”

You went the next few weeks without seeing Yoongi, too swept up in work and your classes to even bother looking for the man, and with the stress of three back to back major assessments, your smoking increased as well. Probably getting you to where you are now.

You had been with Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin when you began to feel short of breath. You had been dealing with a pretty persistent cough for about two weeks now, putting it down to coming down with a head cold or something, but this was different. Your chest was tight, and your coughs were racking through your body, the other boys looking over at you worried.

You had managed to grab a tissue from the coffee table in front of you, and pulling away to find a yellow-grey coloured mucus was concerning. Even further concerning was the fact that specks of blood covered the small area on the tissue.

“Okay that’s it. You’re going to a hospital. I don’t care what you say.” Hoseok jumped up, moving to wrap his arm around your waist and walk you out of your apartment, the two younger boys following. Your wheezing only seemed to get worse, as did the tightness in your chest and it wasn’t long before you were groaning with the effort it took to inhale.

Reaching the hospital seemed to take less time than you remember, Jimin and Taehyung jumping from the car to grab you whilst Hoseok went to find somewhere to park. Jimin was supporting you while Taehyung ran ahead to get some help. You had barely made it through the front doors before there was nurses grabbing at you and putting you on a hospital bed, wheeling you away from your friends. You made it into the ER, two of the nurses talking to you to tell you that a doctor would be on his way soon, and that they were going to be taking your vitals.

“Okay, honey, can you tell me your symptoms? How long have you had them?” One of them, an older lady, asked, smiling down at you in comfort.

“Um… I feel like I can’t breathe, my chest feels really tight. I’ve been coughing for about two weeks now and it’s had mucus and only just recently I’ve been coughing up blood too.” You tried to explain, trying to ignore the feeling of passing out.

“I’ll take it from here, Joy. Hello miss, I’m Dr Kim. I hope you don’t mind but there is also a medical student with me as well,” Another smiling woman approached leaning over you to inspect. “Have you had any trouble sleeping at all, or a fever perhaps?”

“Yeah, but I just thought it was a head cold or something, nothing too serious.” You said, your words coming out in between pants. You were finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

“Okay, just a couple more questions. Are you a smoker at all or have you been exposed to cigarette smoke regularly over the time of your illness?” She asked, the sound of scribbling drawing your attention away from the woman. You couldn’t see whoever it was so you turned your focus back to the doctor.

“Uh, yeah. I smoke.” You said, a little ashamed with the way this woman was looking at you.

“Okay, how often? As in, how many packs a day do you think you average?” She questioned further.

“Maybe two, usually. But I’ve been really stressed lately so maybe more.” You spoke, trying to remember just how many packets you had gone through in the past three weeks.

“Hmm.” She hummed, pulling her stethoscope out and listening to the rattling of your lungs as you inhaled and exhaled on her command. She said a few more things before a nurse came over and demanded the doctor’s presence.

“Okay, you can probably finish this. Give your diagnosis and check it with the primary and the head nurse.” Dr Kim said to whoever the med student was. There was a noise of affirmation and a new figure stepped into your line of sight. Min Yoongi had his most disappointed look printed across his face, looking down at you in the same way your parents would.

“So from what I can tell, you’ve got chronic bronchitis. Not cancer, thank god. You’re probably gonna need some respiratory antibiotics and inhalants, and pulmonary rehabilitation. That means quitting smoking.” Yoongi spoke softly but he was stern, letting you know he wasn’t up for any of your bullshit. He waved down a nurse and told her of his diagnosis, watching as she pulled a breathing mask over your face and went to go grab the head nurse in charge.

You were still stunned but you nodded, your eyes never once leaving him. He was still so attractive, even when he was obviously tired and upset with you.

“You know, if you give up the smoking, I may just ask you on a date.” Yoongi spoke so nonchalantly that you almost thought that you heard him wrong.

“I’ll try.” Your voice was muffled but he understood you perfectly.

“I suppose that’s all I can ask.” He brushed your hair off of your forehead and further shocked you by placing a kiss on the now exposed skin.

“I’ll be back later. Try and get some rest for now.” He looked over at you, almost as if he didn’t want to leave as much as you didn’t want him to leave.

“I’ll try.”

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sope: a fairytale (pt. 1)

Word Count: 3393

J-Hope (Hoseok) x Suga (Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff; some crack ;)

Warnings: none! just crackhead bs, and kinda sorta fluff? idk

Summary: So you think you know the story of Cinderella? As children, we all must have read the fairytale, or even seen the Disney movie, I’m sure! But have you heard of the fairytale of how Sope came to be? No? Well kiddos, here we have Hoseok, whose father is always out travelling for business, so he’s living with his step-mother and step-brothers, Namjoon and Seokjin. Meanwhile, on the other hand, we have our very own Prince Charming: Min Yoongi! Now buckle up kids, we’re gonna go on a magical ride! Here is the story of how Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi lived happily ever after. ❤️

AN: YO WHADDUP TUMBLR!! It’s been a while since I updated with a story here... sorry!! :( I’ve been too busy with university and all, yea I know, excusessssss... besides, I’m now on break! So hopefully I can balance work with writing and y’all can get more frequent updates. Please enjoy this little weird thing I wrote up. It turned out to be way too long so I gotta split it up into 2 parts! Also to those who just finished exams, congratulations! And to those who just graduated, congrats to you all as well! Anywaysss, enough blabbing on my part. Happy reading!! *sends love*

Hoseok quickly dashed into his room as soon as his step-brothers left the house. He threw open his closet doors and skimmed through his clothes, searching for the perfect outfit for the party.

“Shit, I can’t find anything to wear! I’m going to miss the biggest party of the year!” Hoseok whined.

Finding something close to suitable to wear in public, Hoseok ran into the bathroom and got ready. Upon coming out of his room, he searched for his favourite pair of shoes, which were nowhere to be seen.

“Argh, Namjoon did not just hide my Balenciaga’s…” Hoseok grunted. He ended up slipping on his worn-out loafers, fixed his orange-dyed hair and left the premises.

He had to make sure no one knew he got out of the house. Not even his step-brothers, Namjoon and Seokjin, or his step-mother. If they did, he’d be done for.

“And so, all eligible sons and daughters may attend the party hosted by Prince Yoongi, son and heir of the Kingdom. Please RSVP as soon as possible, since we need a few days to arrange for the guests.”

Hoseok’s stepmother closed the invitation and carefully placed it back into its thick and cream coloured envelope.

“Well my boys, looks like you two will be going to the party and having tons of fun, right?” Step-mother crooned.

“Hell, yeah mom! I’m gonna pick up some hot chicks and probably, hopefully, really get into something serious with one of ‘em.” Seokjin smirked. Namjoon elbowed him in the stomach.

“OW you idiot! What was that for?!”

Namjoon smiled sweetly and stepped forward, “Mom, I’ll make sure Seokjin doesn’t do anything stupid out there. We don’t want anyone spreading weird stuff about our family, right?”

Namjoon, Seokjin and the step-mother were busy planning about the party, meanwhile Hoseok was in the kitchen washing the huge load of dishes. He sighed and wistfully thought about Prince Yoongi’s party at Club Monaco, which was one of the most prestigious nightclubs in the city. Gathering courage, Hoseok entered the living room and asked Step-mother if he could go to the party as well.

“Huh? Hoseok, you want to go to the party?” Step-mother scoffed, “why, you don’t even have anything to wear!”

“Yeah mom, I know that, I was thinking of using my allowance money to go to the nearest store and buying some—”

“Oh, are you gonna match your outfit with your ugly neon green Balenciaga’s?” Namjoon snickered.

Hoseok gasped, “They’re not ugly! You guys just don’t know how to appreciate true fashion!”

Seokjin cackled, “Yeah f’ing right. You? Fashionable? What kind of delulu shit are you getting yourself into?”

“Boys, that’ll be enough!” Step-mother raised her voice. “Hoseok, if you want to go with your brothers, you’ll have to make sure the entire house is clean, and all your chores are completed!”

“Not to forget, find some other shoes to wear.” Seokjin muttered. Namjoon snickered upon hearing him.

Hoseok felt that he had a chance to prove to his step-mother that he can and will succeed in whatever he puts his mind onto. He had to go to the party, and no one would stop him otherwise.

Turns out, he wasn’t able to finish his chores, as Step-mother kept assigning him more things to do. On top of that, he had so much homework to catch up on but whilst in the middle of all this, he didn’t even touch his school bag. His step-mother had gone out to a friend’s place for a get-together, while Namjoon and Seokjin were on their way to Club Monaco in a luxurious limousine, where they would have the time of their lives.

Hoseok carefully placed pillows on his bed and covered them to make it look like he was sleeping before he left. If his step-mother came home and noticed the bed was empty, he’d be screwed. He left his house and locked the door and searched for a taxi to take him to the party.

It was 9 pm, the party is probably just getting started, Hoseok mused. He searched everywhere on the streets for a taxi, but none were in sight. Having wasted over 30 minutes on his street, Hoseok gave up and decided to walk towards the venue.

Passing by alleyways, Hoseok noticed people hiding around in them doing who knows what. Probably super sketchy stuff. Nonetheless, that meant he needed to get out of the area as soon as possible before he landed himself into trouble. A pungent smell wafted in the air, smelling like a mixture of a skunk’s spray and rotten eggs. The scent became more prominent as if he were coming close to it, or the smell was coming close to him.

Goosebumps rose along Hoseok’s arms and across the back of his neck. Feeling as though he was being watched or followed. He heard footsteps clapping loudly against the stone-cold pavement and heavy breathing behind him. He tries to look behind him without being too obvious and noticed two shadows on the ground. Not knowing what to do, he sped up and ran further away from the men that were following him.

Hoseok kept running, without paying attention to where he was going. His foot stumbled upon a rock and he tripped and fell onto the sidewalk.

“Oof!”

“Hey, kid! Watch where you’re going! What’re you doing here anyway?” One of the men grunted.

The two mysterious people stepped closer as they towered over Hoseok, shifting backwards as he was whimpering in fear. Before anyone could take action, Hoseok felt a harsh grip on his arm as it pulled him up and dragged him through one of the shops that were closed for the night.

It can definitely be said that Hoseok was screaming his ass off. Not to mention, clawing his sudden attacker on his neck.

“OW! Hoseok, shut up!” A deep voice exclaimed.

“WhoareyouandwhydidyoudragmeinhereIwilltellyourightnowthatmydadisacopand—“ Hoseok rambled loudly in fear until the lights flickered on and he noticed that he was in fact, safe and sound, and within safe perimeters.

He slowly glanced in front of him and saw his best friend Taehyung sitting in front of him wearing-

“What the fuck Tae! Also, what the hell are you wearing?!”

“OH GEE! I saved you from those weirdos out there, and you attack me, scream in my ear, attack my Gucci apparel, and I don’t even get a freaking thank you?!” Taehyung wailed.

Hoseok sighed deeply as he got up, rubbing his arms and walked towards Taehyung.

“Ok, thank you for saving my life and not letting me wither away out there in the cold and in the presence of those big guys. Also, what’s with the outfit? Trying out to be Gucci’s next top brand ambassador?”

Taehyung took off his oversized sunglasses and cocked an eyebrow. He was wearing an oversized white collared shirt, tucked into khaki coloured pants that flared out. He wore leather slippers, obviously Gucci, and a thick red, green and black striped belt, also Gucci. To top it all off, he had on a purple velvet cloak and a loosened red Gucci tie around his neck.

“Bro please, I was trying to make a fashion statement since I thought I was gonna be alone tonight at the shop. Guess I had some rescuing to do.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Besides, didn’t you say you were going to that party hosted by Prince Whoongi?”

“It’s Yoongi, you prick.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“Whatevs. Hey, what the heck are you wearing? You call that party wear?” Taehyung asked.

Hoseok flushed, “Y-yeah I was trying to find a good outfit for tonight but… but Mother wouldn’t let me…” He looked down, fumbling around with the hem of his shirt.

“Well Hobi, fear not!!” Taehyung exclaimed, “Wanna know why? ‘Cuz your fairy godmother, Vantae Kim is here to save the day! I mean, night!” He immediately rushed to the back of the room and began to frantically search through hangers.

With mock disgust, Hoseok took a step back, “Bro isn’t that some photographer guy? Did you actually just try to merge your name with his?” He snickered.

“Shut up, you need me the most at this time. Don’t you want to catch Yoongi’s attention there?” Taehyung winked, throwing finger guns at Hoseok.

“Oh, come on man, a prince? Noticing me? Have you been watching too many dramas these days?” Hoseok laughed.

“I may have watched too many dramas, but at least I know what needs to be done in terms of attracting someone into your pants.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, smiling suggestively. He walked over to Hoseok carrying a ton of clothes and dumped them into his hands.

“Try this stuff on, I’ll help you arrange your look afterwards. Go, go, go!” He shoved Hoseok towards the dressing room.

Hoseok tried to speak but Taehyung shut the dressing room’s door on his face before he could even say a word.

“Wha—"

Taehyung called out behind the door, “I’ll be here picking out some accessories for you ok? Shout if you need me!”

“OK!” Hoseok called out in response, “Now where do we start…” he murmured, looking at the pile of clothes Taehyung picked out for him.

20 minutes later

Hoseok shifted uneasily as he put his hand on the doorknob. Deeply inhaling, he opened the door and walked outside of the dressing room.

“Ahh, there you are! I was wondering what took you so—” Taehyung turned around and stopped as he took in the view of Hoseok standing right in front of him.

“Oh, daaaamn! Hobi, my man, you look dashing as hell!”

Hoseok wore a crème coloured collar silk shirt with a bow adorning the neckline, slightly uneven, paired with a floral blazer on top, and black jeans. The sleeves of the silk shirt were protruding from the sleeves of the blazer, giving his outfit a classy touch. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he tried to avert his eyes from Taehyung, embarrassed by his reaction.

“D-do I look ok?” Hoseok stammered.

“Bro, I think you’re gonna snatch everyone’s hearts once you step into the party. Seriously.” Taehyung smiled his boxy grin, “hol’ up, lemme fix your shirt for you.”

Taehyung tucked in Hoseok’s silk shirt into his jeans and fixed the bow to make it even.

“There, much better!” Taehyung patted Hoseok’s shoulder, “now let’s fix your hair, and then find you some good shoes.” Unbeknownst to Hoseok, his best friend secretly smirked when he turned Hoseok around towards the stairs.

Hoseok was dragged upstairs to Taehyung’s “lair” where he spent 90% of his time designing new clothes and outfits. Not to mention experimenting on his workroom walls with paint. This lair was actually his apartment, which he personally got constructed so he could be close to his business. Hoseok sat down on the king-sized mattress, glancing at Taehyung in confusion as he dug through his personal closet. A few minutes later, Taehyung brings out a small rectangular shaped cardboard box, which seemed to carry a pair of shoes. He sets the box aside as he motions to Hoseok to get up and sit down in front of the vanity.

“This box is for later, let’s not worry about it. First, I gotta focus on making you look presentable.” Taehyung smirked.

Taking out a comb, blow dryer and some unrecognizable hair products, Taehyung began to work away. Not knowing where to look, Hoseok just sat there with his eyes closed. Seeing that, Taehyung chuckled quietly to himself, knowing that once he opens his eyes, he’ll be shocked. A few minutes later, Taehyung steps back to admire the hairstyle he created.

“Yo Hobi, wanna do me a favour and open your eyes so I can get some amazing feedback on the work I did?” Taehyung teased.

Hoseok slowly opened an eye as he looked at the person sitting across from him. His reflection. Having his hair blow-dried as it was styled to perfection. His hair was parted from the right, exposing some of that glorious forehead that Hoseok always covered up with his orange-dyed locks. Taehyung applied some hairspray to ensure that his hair doesn’t become unruly.

“Tae… is… is that me?” Hoseok pointed to his reflection with widened eyes.

“YES!! It is you! Do you like it?!” Taehyung squealed as he drummed his fingers along the desk he was leaning upon.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve seen you work wonders on others when you style them for their shoots but this? This is incredible. I-I don’t know how to thank you??” Hoseok grinned.

Taehyung hit Hoseok’s shoulder as he feigned annoyance, “Listen, did I not tell you I’d be your fairy godmother for tonight? I don’t need anything in return! I just need you to do me one favour though”

“Which is?”

“Go and have the time of your life!!” Taehyung yelled enthusiastically, “Oh, let me take a few pictures of you! You’ll charm everyone’s pants off!!” He grabbed his camera and snapped a few pics, earning a chuckle from Hoseok as he weirdly posed for the camera.

“Oh right! Before we forget…” Taehyung remembered the box he took out of his closet. He walked across his room and fetched the shoe box, and placed it in Hoseok’s hands, “Open it!!!” Taehyung gleefully smiled.

Hoseok looked at him in confusion, shook his head and slowly opened the box. He peered into the box, then suddenly his eyes widen in surprise.

“TAE, ARE THESE THE NEWEST BALENCIAGAS?!” Hoseok yelled. He stroked the smooth leather of the loafers.

“Surpriiiseidiot! I had these shipped in for you so I could give it to you for your birthday next year before these even entered the market. Consider this entire thing my birthday treat for you. You owe me big time, dude.” Taehyung grinned.

“Yo, I’ll make it up to you, big time. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”Hoseok jumped around.

“No need, my man! I was just joking! There’s no need to owe me back anything at all! Put them on, I’ll go call a taxi to take you there.” Taehyung smiled warmly, patting Hoseok’s shoulder.

Taehyung called a taxi to take Hoseok to Club Monaco, and Hoseok sat down to wear his shoes. The two went downstairs to the entrance of the stores, excitedly conversing about the party. Once the taxi arrived, he hugged Hoseok tightly.

“Also, another thing I must mention to you, as your fairy godmother,” Taehyung put on a serious tone, “this isn’t real life Cinderella, where you need to get back home before midnight, where your carriage turns into a pumpkin, and horses into mice. Go have fun and get some action for once!” He ended off with a cheeky grin.

Hoseok laughed, getting into the taxi, “Okay, bro! I’ll update you on everything! Not, every, every single thing, but anyways, I really wish you could come with me!”

Taehyung shook his head, “Nah dude, I got tons of designing to do for my upcoming clothesline. But definitely next time, we’ll go together!”

Hoseok pouted, “Argh, alright. Good luck! Let me know how things go!”

Taehyung winked, “I think I should be saying that to you, shouldn’t I? Lemme know if you got into someone’s pants by the end of the night!”

“Shut up, Tae! I’m not giving you any details!” Hoseok cringed.

“Uhh, if you guys are done, can we go now?” The driver hesitantly asked, face beet red.

Hoseok and Taehyung turned to look at the driver, and Hoseok choked out a ‘yes’ while his face, in turn, was becoming red. The driver probably thought they were both nuts. In fact, everyone in town thought the two were nuts. Ever since Taehyung made Hoseok run through the town butt-naked, and in turn forced Taehyung to climb the local seamstress’s roof and yodel at the ass crack of dawn. Ahh, just best friend things!

Hoseok shut the door and waved goodbye to his best friend, as the taxi driver drove off into the night.

Approximately 15 minutes later, they drove through a luxurious neighbourhood with lots of expensive cars, flashy outdoor home apparel and huge fountains decorating most of the entrances of the mansions they pass by. Hoseok gaped at the view with his mouth in a slight o-shape. He didn’t realize when the car stopped until the driver told him they arrived.

“It’ll be $15.75 please.” The driver hummed.

Hoseok took out his wallet and saw that he was short of 75 cents, but since the taxi driver seemed to be in a good mood, he accepted the $15 from him and drove off. He turns around and observes his surroundings. There right in front of him was the most prestigious club of all time, Club Monaco.

The club was surrounded by palm trees and soft hues of blue and green rays shone up from the lights embedded on the sidewalk. Hoseok could hear a soft bass thumping noise coming from the entrance, not too loud to deafen his ears though. As he approached the red carpet, he enters a line-up of people that were trying to get in. Still not familiar with the atmosphere, Hoseok kept glancing around and absorbing each and every little thing he could notice. From faint splashing noises, indicating an outdoor pool of some sort, to the people’s outfits, Hoseok took note of everything. He just tried not to show himself as a newbie amongst all the elite people he was surrounded by.

“Heard the bouncer is being quite selective about who enters and who doesn’t…” He overhears a girl talking to her friends. Suddenly getting nervous, Hoseok turns around and asks,

“What do you mean being selective about who goes in? Doesn’t everyone get access to the club?”

The girl shook her head, her long brown locks moving around with every movement, “Not tonight I’m afraid, it’s the Prince’s party, they must have some sort of agenda they’d be following.”

Hoseok sighed, “Well, maybe I should get going. This isn’t a place for some commoner like me.”

“Commoner? Boy, are you out of your mind? You look freakin’ gorgeous! I’m betting they’ll totally let you in!” The brunette replied with a grin, “Am I right ladies?”

One girl gave him a once over and winked, while the other friend smirked and nodded. “You’ll be fine! Say, this your first time at Club Monaco?” The brunette asked, “My name’s Natalie, by the way!”

“Nice to meet you, Natalie!” Hoseok smiled cheekily, “I’m Hoseok, and yes, it’s my first time here. Kinda nervous, but really excited to see what this place has in store tonight!”

Natalie scooted closer, “Hoseok, huh? Let me tell you one thing, don’t miss the chance to check out the outdoor pool they got here! You’ll love it!” She grinned.

The line-up near the entrance quickly started to move, and Hoseok, Natalie and her two friends were at the door. The bouncer looked at Hoseok, giving him a once over and gave a nod, sending the approval for entering. He looks at the three girls and scrunched his nose. Before the bouncer said anything, Hoseok interrupted him.

“The girls are with me.” He smiled suavely, showing off his pearly whites. The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Ok, go on in. Have fun ladies!”

Natalie and her friends cheered as she gave Hoseok a hug, “Thanks, love! I believe you saved our girl’s night out!”

Hoseok raised his hand for a high five and Natalie reciprocated, “I believe you three have to go and enjoy your night now, I won’t be holding you back any longer!”

Natalie gushed, “But first, let’s exchange numbers! Let’s not let this be the first and last meeting we have!”

Hoseok, Natalie and her two friends, named Laura and Jasmine, all exchanged numbers and went their own respective ways. Not knowing where to go first, Hoseok opened the first door he saw in his line of sight and entered the room. Muted music suddenly blared into his ears as he cracked the door open. Hoseok’s mind, body and soul were all ready to be engulfed by the music as he got ready to spend one of his best nights at Club Monaco, not realizing how truly amazing of an experience it would be for him.

A/N: end of part one! i apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors in here hahaha i will be coming in with part 2 soon! as always, if you have any questions, feedback, or even requests, feel free to send me an ask! take care fellow readers, happy summer! :)

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captainvictoryboat · 6 years

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Behind The Scenes 4 (7/?)

Author’s note: I last minute changed a part of this scene so i am not use how much i like it or how it is going to effect everything. (technically i took a detail out so yeah i don’t want this to change things too much)

*The part i took out was because the topic was a trigger to me, so i only scratched the surface the whole thing. You still get the main idea, i just imply more that what is written. I am sorry about that*

Genre: fluff? (but with suga)

Word Count: 1793

Summary: Suga and y/n bring up kinda bring up somme deep stuff.

ALL PARTS

( i am debating making a new gif for this part. I still don’t know how far i will go with the story but this gif is like a bit over a year old haha)

You heard a loud thud right next to you. You opened your eyes and searched of the source of the sound.

“Aish.” He grunted. Immediatley you recognized who it was

Your eyes adjusted to the dark room and you saw the silhouette in the fetal position grabbing his knee.

“Yoongi are you okay?” you whispered

“Yeah” he groaned as he crawled up to you. “Scoot over and don’t hog the blanket this time.”

You moved to the wall, giving him enough space to join you

When he situated himself next to you, he fixed the blanket over the two of you. His hand went to your wait and you scooted closer to him.

You could sensed his body heat and already felt so much warmer. You could smell his faded cologne, happy that you weren’t getting any hints of beer on him

“Hi.” He said with a bit of frustration in his voice

Things had changed over the past week and a half. V went back to his room, jimin fnially able to sleep in his own bed again. Jin’s resentment towards you had come down a tiny bit and he only stuck to the enraged stare if you ever encountered each other in the living room on those late nights watching tv with v. Suga and Jhope were actually trying to cut down again. You could see it. They were still struggling but they were trying harder than they were the first time. Jungkook… There was more space between you and Jungkook. According to V, Jungkook felt you wee a bit mad at him over the argument with your dad. V said that he therefore advised Jungkook to give you some space (because he remembered how annoyed you were about Jungoook and Suga). Jimin however denied this. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook never listens to anyone so he wouldn’t listen to V’s advice. Jimin said that Jungkook was just going to the gym more because he wanted to make sure he looked good for the comeback. You weren’t too sure which was the real reason and you didn’t really care. You liked that he wasn’t around because it made everything easier with Suga. Suga was the one sneaking into your room every so often so you coud talk some more(*cough* make out a bit *cough*). Tonight was probably his third night coming over to be with you.

“Hello Mr. Grumpy.”

“I am sleep deprived, hungry, physically drained, going through withdraws, stressed, and I just tripped and hurt my knee do you really blame me for being grumpy?” he said with a tired smile “I want to get drunk so bad!” he whined. “ Remind me why I am not blacked out right now.”

“Because you claim to love me.”

“Oh yeah.” he remembered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, unable to deny his lips. But you left it at just one to let him know you were trying to be serious about not wanting him to drink.

“If you are so tired, why are you in here again?”

He gasped at you. “Again? You think I am in here too much? you don’t want me here or what?”

You laughed and slapped his arm. “You know what I mean.”

He shrugged. “I can’t sleep. You know how it is.

“You have really deep bags under your eyes from not sleeping. I am sure the stylists are mad at you. Have you tried sleeping medicine? Being sleepy isn’t gonna help with your writing either. Hobi told me that Namjoon was on your ass the other day and had a melt down at the studio.

His eyes shifted a bit. You could feel his body get tense. “Last thing in need to to get myself fixed on pills like Hobi.” He mumbled. “I just got a lot on my mind and getting drunk is the only thing that would help.” there he was bringing up the beer again. He had done well with going cold turkey so far, but by the way he was whining, things were getting harder without it.

“What do you keep thinking about?”

He rolled onto his back, putting space between the two of you. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t seem like that. Is it the deadline? The solo?”

“No”

“Is it jin? You all have been good in keeping him away. My bruises are gone now. I am fine… except for my pa- Is that what is getting to you?" Lately that is where your mind always went. Being alone in the room, all you would do was think oof your parents. Thankfully the guys were aware and they would try to cheer you up, this being now of the reasons suga snuck in. He never said it, but you knew he went back to this tactic of sneaking into your room and coming into your bed as a way of keeping your mind off your parents. But maybe this was putting alot of stress on him, maybe you were the reason he was feeling this way.

“No!” He rolled back on his side and pulled you into hug. “you aren’t stressing me out. Don’t think that way.”

Still, just bringing them up made you sad again and you coudn;t help but start crying.

“Hey don’t cry. It’s alright.”

“I just miss them.” you whimpered.

“I know I know. But remember what we said the other night. We know that they still love you, they are just upset because that dickhead down the hall lied. And we agreed that was for the best! It means that they aren’t going to be on his radar anymore ad they are going to be safe.”

“…Yeah”

He wiped away the tears that trickled down the side of your face. “ What’s bothering me is nothing, don’t worry about it ok.”

A very stubborn you shook your head at him. You weren’t going to let yourself get distracted with your own problem “No. I know you want to talk about it. Don’t feel like you cant tell me anything anymore! I can take it. I am here for you. Tell me. Talking about it might help you sleep. It might keep you from wanting to drink. Tell me.”

You could make out his features from the light coming in between the curtain. You could see the creases on his forehead, the uneasy look in his eye as he looked at you, his quivering lip. He was conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Yoongi, tell me.”

“…It’s Aiko.” He said to so softly you could barey hear him despite how close he was to you

Hearing her name broght back a waved of memories and emotion. You let out a deep breath “Oh… ok” you said as you tried to hold back that tears that were forming in your eyes again

“I can’t get her out of my head.” he sniffled. “I can’t stop thinking about how her family is feeling right now. I can’t stop thinking of what things would be like if I just did one thing different. I can’t get your words out of my head. You were right, she trusted me! I hurt her when all she did was want to do something for me! And- And the little sleep I get, she is in my dreams! And- she- she talks to me and-“ that’s when he broke.

He shoved his head in to the pillow. He was crying so hard, although muffled, his sobs filled the room.

“What’s going on?” Jimin’s sleepy voice asked.

You saw jimin sit up from the bed

That’s when Suga tried to stop crying.

“Yoongi?” Jimin turned on his lamp. “Yoongi are you crying?”

“It’s nothing Jimin.” You told “Can you just give us a few minutes.”

“…Yeah… I- I have to go to the bathroom anyway…” Jimin said as he slowly got off the bed. His confused eyes were glued on suga as he left the room. “Are you sure everything gis ok?”

“Yeah we are only talking

JK POV

Blood. Fire. Guns. The nightmares wouldn’t stop. How could he sleep with dead eyes staring back at him.

Jungkook stood up from his bed in a cold sweat. He looked at his phone, 2:17am. There was only five hours left before he was supposed to wake up.

He took off his shirt, just a way to try and cool down. His fingers ran through his damp hair in an attempt to calm himself down and remind himself that everything was a dream. (of course it didn’t help since he knew that although, yes it was a nightmare, it was still a reality that he was causing)

“Water. I need water...”

His sore legs moved moved him out of the room and down the hall. In the dark hallway, the light coming from under the bathroom was enough to light the way to the kitchen. He didn’t care who was up, his mission was to go quench his thrist

In the kitchen he dug himself into the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Once he did, he chugged it sown in a good 10 seconds

It was when he hunched over to catch his breath, the idea came to him to go to y/n’s room. A week had been long enough to give her some space. Things were probably better now.

He was a bit more awake as he waddled down the hall. He reached for the door knob when suddenly it moved. In a panic, he jumped back and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook heard a voice ask him just as he was a few feet from the kitchen

He stopped, it was time to be cool. He “yawned” as he turned around to the source of the question. “What?” he grumbled, scratching a fake itch on his chest.

“What are you doing?” suga asked more harshly

“I thought I lived in south korea, when was it illegal for me to get some water.”

Suga scoffed at him

“But I think I should be the one asking you that. Why are you coming out of y/n’s room?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I said it before, if it involves y/n, it is my business.”

Suga walked up to him, stucking his jaw out all smug like. “So just becuase you are her fake boyfriend you think you can starting interrogating me as if are her real one? I think you are forgetting who it the hyung here, let alone your actually relationship to y/n.”

Jungkook looked right into Suga’s bloodshot eyes. “Just because you are older doesn’t make you any better than me or any better for y/n. Leave her alone and let her sleep instead of bothering her with your drunk ranting.”

“I’m not bothering her if she wants me in there. Not like you would know, she doesn’t even look in your direction.” Suga said as he walked off to his room

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def-initely-soul · 7 years

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Mariaaa can I request a fluffy/humorous drabble with Hobi? Like going to a costume party together or something and someone jumpscares him 😂

Ofc ^_^

Bias: Hoseok from BTS

Genre: Fluff/Humor

Words: 1.2k

“Okay, did we buy a real-life ostrich or something? What are all those feathers?” Hoseok observes as he steps into your bedroom, hands busy into tying his tie. Well, trying would be more of a fitting word.

You pout as you strut over to him. “It’s the costume, silly…” you reply, taking the matter of his tie on your own hands and removing it completely from the rest of his attire. “And remember, it’s a white bowtie, not a regular tie,” you continue, handing him the right piece of fabric.

For this year’s Halloween, you had the genius idea to get dressed as the most famous dancing couple in history; Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. And for the costume to be complete, you needed only the most iconic costumes they wear for their musical number “Heaven”.

Meaning Hoseok is currently wearing a three-piece suit with a white bowtie he puts immediately on as he looks around to find his shoes. And you are wearing the infamous “feather dress”, pale blue in color and made from Ostrich feathers.

Well, obviously the real one was made from Ostrich feathers, not yours. But still, it manages to shed all around the house, hence Hoseok’s attempt on a joke.

“What would I do without you?” he smiles, leaving a peck on your lips before he crouches down to put his shoes on. You secure your earrings before taking a last look at your appearance as you answer “Probably would’ve gone to the party with a black tie.”

Hoseok chuckles as he grabs the car keys and you leave the house.

“WHO’S UP FOR THE NEXT BODY SHOT?!” Jimin slurs loudly as soon as he lifts himself from the table, where a girl just did a body shot on him. The crowd erupts in cheers and the girl Jin has a crush on, walks forward and lies on the table. She raises her blouse while Jimin pours tequila on her belly button and Jin’s eyes widen as he stumbles forward to claim this shot.

You giggle when you see the girl’s predatory eyes on your friend and you’re certain Jin will get laid tonight. Jimin laughs as well when his partner drags him towards the staircase that leads upstairs.

God, youth and its graces.

Thank god the dress you’re wearing is a replica and significantly shorter. You’re sure most of the feathers would have decorated Jimin’s hallway if the dress was any longer.

Hoseok’s hands remain absentmindedly on your hips as you swing slowly to the music. His chin rests on your shoulder and both of you are a little beyond from lightheaded.

Okay, look, you’ve had more than a couple of drinks than what would be appropriate. You kinda lost count when Taehyung mentioned the magic words “mulled wine punch”.

Hoseok would’ve probably remembered how much you’ve had to drink if he wasn’t drinking right there with you.

God, Namjoon is gonna kill you if you crash at his house again. And by the looks of him flirting, or trying to flirt with an undead cheerleader, he’s gonna whip your ass if you do.

Which reminds you that Hobi is currently drinking another beer.

“Hey, babe, stop drinking for a bit…” you mutter, half-dizzy half-giggling as you continue to sway out of rhythm.

“Whyyyyyyy?” he whines loudly, his hand gripping tightly at your flesh.

“Becaaause, we can’t crash at Namjoon’s again!” you protest, trying to grab the beer out of his hand, but he raises it up away from your reach, laughing wickedly.

You pout, jumping up and down to take it but it’s hopeless and the only thing you manage to do is shed more feathers on the floor.

“Hobiiiiiiiii,” you whine, trying to reach the beer with no obvious results. Then Hoseok laughs loudly, leaves the beer aside and smacks his lips against yours. Before Jin’s loud yell echoes around the house.

“NEXT FOR A BODY SHOT!!!”

Hoseok turns to look at you deviously and then he abandons your embrace to step forward. He takes off his blazer and begins unbuttoning his shirt as he lays flat on the table.

Before you manage to react, another girl dressed as Harley Quinn walks forward and leans over Hoseok.

Your eyes widen as do his and he turns immediately to look at you. His expression falters, wondering if this is okay and you smile softly, not wanting to seem like a possessive girlfriend.

Even though you’re ready to rip the wig off that little miss perfect the moment she provokes you.

But before you turn your gaze away, Hoseok stands up abruptly, yelling some awful excuse about changing his mind. The girl looks at him incredulously while he buttons his shirt and then he walks over to you.

Your mouth is still hanging open when his arms circle your waist.

“Why did you do that for?” you ask, swatting him on the chest.

Hoseok giggles as he looks you in the eyes. “Come on, baby, you were ready to grab the nearest kitchen knife and tear this girl a new one,” he teases you, smiling wickedly.

You pout at him. “No, I wouldn’t…” you mumble begrudgingly but deep down you’re thankful he didn’t do it. Even though you would never tell him that.

He smiles knowingly while leaning forward. “Of course you wouldn’t…” he whispers before leaning forward and-

An ear piercing scream comes from behind you, that has Hobi’s cool demeanor instantly dissipate. As soon as his eyes rest on the person behind you dressed as Ghostface and holding a fake kitchen knife in his hands, another scream sounds but this time it comes from your boyfriend.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yells, stumbling backwards, his hands and body in front of you as if to protect you.

At your boyfriend’s reaction, both you and the “assailant” erupt in a fit of laughter while Hobi looks between the two of you appalled.

And then the assailant takes off his mask, only to reveal a red-faced from laughing Yoongi with tears in his eyes.

“Hyung?!” Hobi asks incredulously as the light-blue-haired boy keeps on laughing hysterically.

“Oh my god, you should’ve seen your face...” he manages to get out before erupting in another fit of giggles and walking away to high five Jungkook that looks from the other side of the room, laughing his ass off and wiping tears from his eyes.

Hoseok pouts before turning to you to see you trying to conceal your laughter. “Yah, you were laughing at me too?!” he asks, faking anger and crossing his hands over his chest.

You giggle lightly as you wrap your hands around his waist. “I’m sorry, baby, but if you had seen your reaction you would’ve laughed too.”

Warm hands envelop your body, even though Hoseok is still pouting, eyes like that of a lost puppy.

“Tsk, and to think I tried to protect you...” he complains, although a small smile tugs at his lips as he brings you closer.

You smile back, kissing his cheek. “Well, don’t I have the best boyfriend ever?”

His smile turns into a smirk, as he leans forward again. “Of course you do...” he whispers.

And this time, no one scares you.

Ta-dah! Hope you like it!! ^_^

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bubblegumochi · 7 years

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First Love was a Lie || pt. 1

credits to @jimiyoong

pairing: Jimin | Yoongi genre: fluff, future smut and slight angst warning: none!! words: 1.4k

a/n: aaa im finally posting again yay!! sorry it’s been long since i last posted my writing, school’s been busy and im packed with assignments to do… this won’t be a long series and hopefully i’ll be updating regularly! exam’s coming up in 3 weeks so i might take a break from the series halfway through, so sorry in advance! but i hope you guys enjoyed this first part (〃▽〃)

“Gah. I’m not doing this anymore. It doesn’t make any sense! It’s practically pointless.” Jimin complained as he threw his pen across the table, before plonking his head down on the table. Mathematics was the subject that he hated the most. That being said, he took no interest in any other subjects in school, apart from dance and music production.

“Come on. You’ve been stuck on question one since forever…It’s been half an hour since class started.” Taehyung glanced over at Jimin, who was now drooling over his crumpled worksheet. Taehyung shook his head in silent disapproval, giving Jimin a hard slap on the back.

“Get up, idiot.”

Much to Taehyung’s irritation, Jimin merely responded with a slight groan, scrunching his brows together.

“Tsk. This kid…”

The busy chattering and laughter filled the first floor of the crowded school during lunch time, and Jimin sat at the far corner of the canteen, staring blankly into the void with his half-lidded eyes. He heaved a heavy sigh, propping his chin on his palms as his lips fell into a pout.

He’d never felt so lonely ever since his best friend, Hoseok, graduated and moved to a dance academy far away in Seoul. From then on, it was difficult to go to dance class - after he had been hit with the realisation that he would probably never be able to dance with Hoseok anymore. The occasional text that Hoseok sends comforts him once in awhile, sure, but that temporary relief never lasted more than a short moment.

“Snap out of it, and get your lonely ass off my chair.” Taehyung shooed as he slammed his food tray on the table with a loud clank. Jimin grunted, pulling a chair over with his leg and moved over sluggishly.

“What’s up with you?”

“Ugh!” Jimin exclaimed, ruffling a small hand through his fluffed up hair. “Bored, bored and bored.”

“Look, I get it. Hobi-hyung’s graduated and you miss him. But it’s been half a goddamn year! I can’t say that I don’t miss him, but get over it will ya? It’s not like you can’t visit him in Seoul during school holidays…” Taehyung poked at his food with a hesitant fork, glancing over at the boy slumped over the table.

“It’s not the same without him…And it’s not just about the dance class. Everything else! I basically did everything with him. He’s my best friend, Tae. Our best friend. It’s just. So weird without him.”

There was a moment of silence before Taehyung sighed loudly, dragging the back of his hand across his lips to wipe off bits of food remnants sitting at the corner of his mouth. It was clear he wanted to change the topic, unwilling to continue indulging in Jimin’s bout of self-isolation. “Oh, that’s right.” He said, tone suddenly brighter, “Have you heard about the new kid joining us tomorrow?”

“A transfer in the middle of the year?”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and nodded lazily, “I guess so.”

Taking a quick glance at the clock hanging by the entrance into the cafeteria, Taehyung picked up his empty tray and clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Come on, we’ve got to get to class.”

The thought of sitting through another two hours of class bored him to death. Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line, running his stubby fingers through his unkempt hair once again, adjusting his the thick, black frame of his glasses before pulling himself up from the chair.

“Yeah.” He muttered.

Giggles and mutters filled the hallways as Jimin and Taehyung strolled passed the lockers, girls (and boys) taking quick but shy glances at the both of them before turning away quickly and squealing among themselves. Hands buried deep in his pockets, Jimin’s lips morphed into a slight smirk, almost as if he was enjoying the attention that he was getting. Well, he was. It was always an ego boost to see others appreciating his, in Tae’s exact words, poppin’ good looks.

“Wipe that smirk off your face Jimin.” Tae remarked, his mouth quirking up at the corners, “It’s not like you care to date anyone of them anymore.”

“Well, I’m not the only one they’re looking at.”

Once they had reached class, the duo settled down at their usual corner at the back of the room. Reclining in his chair, Jimin reached under his table and pulled out a stack of beautifully folded letters. Some were covered with the scent of perfume, some were topped with laced stickers, others were just plainly decorated with the word “Saranghaeyo, oppa~!” on it. Love letters. They were always mildly embarrassing, but so flattering.

“Shall add these to the pile I collected after break two hours ago, and maybe stack them in my growing collection back at home?” Jimin said half-jokingly.

“Why don’t you just throw them away if you aren’t gonna read them?”

“I read them, and it’s amusing. It’s my only source of entertainment nowadays, Tae.”

“As if. Don’t tell me you’re weren’t entertained when Namjoon broke the fridge the other day.”

The memory of Jin-hyung’s horrified expression coupled with Namjoon’s mortified apologies flashed through his mind suddenly, and Jimin couldn’t help but let out a snort of amusement. “Okay, yeah. That too.”

There was no reason to explain the restlessness Jimin felt that night after school. Instead of taking time to arrange his scores and working on choreographs like he usually did, he stared blankly at his computer screen. Fidgeting and tugging at the corner of his blanket, Jimin chewed on the insides of his cheeks.

“A transfer, huh.” He caught himself muttering. His heart pumped excitedly at the fact that he’d finally be able to see someone new in school. Ever since Hoseok-hyung left, he never had the chance to find anyone else that was as fun and interesting to hang out with, besides Taehyung.

Tossing his laptop to the side of the bed, Jimin leaned backwards to sink deep into his soft bed. Clutching tightly to his pillows, he took a deep breath as the scent of strawberry cream candles filled his dimly lit room. Jimin closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wall clock ticking incessantly in the quiet room, lulling him to sleep.

Taehyung was surprised to see how exceptionally well-dressed Jimin was the next day. Instead of his usual I’m-an-overworked-college-kid look, Jimin strolled into class with his suede oversized sweater, the one that hung gorgeously off his delicate collarbones - one hand holding on to the loose straps of his bag while the other buried deep within the pockets of his ripped black jeans.

His silver gelled-hair was styled perfectly, and he wearing hazelnut-brown contacts instead of his usual glasses, something he usually saved for special occasions.

“Whoa.” Taehyung remarked, glancing at Jimin from head to toe.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re seeing me for the first time?” Jimin asked, pulling the chair out from under the table roughly before settling down beside Taehyung.

“It’s just…Wow.”

Taehyung shifted his gaze back to his phone as a tall, skinny woman walked into class. Tapping of her thick heels impatiently, she waited for everyone in class to give her their attention. It was their lecturers, and one of the most boring ones, at that.

Lagging behind her was someone Jimin assumed was the new transfer student. It took a grand total of one look at him and suddenly, Jimin was so thankful he’d chosen to spend an extra thirty minutes on his appearance in the morning.

The boy who had just stepped into the classroom was just a tad taller than he was, yet inexplicably he was seemed to be so much narrower. His messy, ruffled mint-green hair framed his face perfectly - who could even pull off that cotton candy colour? Flashing a quick grin at the students in class, Jimin caught sight of the light glint of a lip ring nestled very attractively in the corner of his bottom lip. Oh, good God.

Jimin gripped onto the sides of his chair, unable to take his eyes off the new transfer. He was totally oblivious to the things that were happening around him, and for some reason, he found himself holding onto his breath. Taehyung seemed oblivious to his suffering.

The transfer introduced himself in a slow, lazy drawl that had just the slightest bits of Daegu satoori present in the ends of his words. Through the sound of his very loud heartbeat, Jimin heard nothing but his name.

“Min Yoongi.”

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minyoongxs · 7 years

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W I N G S

words: 2.7k

pairing: demon!HoseokxReader

genre: Fluff I think?

"Oh, lookie at what Jungkookie just got us, thank you, you." He smiled widely and nodded at the boy, wordlessly telling him to get back to his place. "Who is this, Hobi?" Namjoon asked mockingly. "A little sister? A partner in crime? A lover?..."

"That's none of your business."

"So it is a lover." Namjoon laughed along with Jimin.

"Well, wouldn't we rather torture you watching her suffer while not being able to do anything to stop us?" Namjoon laughed cockily once more.

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna try us?" Jimin warned.

"She's just-" a human. Hoseok swallowed his words. "a civilian. She's nothing." He looked into his eyes, trying to get them to understand what he meant. "You protect these people, you don't hurt them."

Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "She's nothing?"

a u t h o r 's n o t e

Besides being BTS trash, I'm also Supernatural trash so everything I write about demons and hunters and this kind of stuff is what I've 'learnt' from there so things like the devil's trap (a demon can't walk out of it once it's inside it), holy water, and demons having eyes that are completely black, the king of hell and other stuff are from there.

But I added some things of my own.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading.

He buries his head in his hands, not being able to believe how stupid he was to just step into the devil's trap.

"So what? Now you send me back to hell?" He speaks seriously.

"Isn't that what you'd like?" The tallest guy scoffs. "You know what we want."

"Do you or do you not have it?" The second guy speaks.

"Well, it depends on what you mean by it." Hoseok kept playing them.

Which they did not appreciate, they threw holy water at him, burning his skin; he sighed, almost in pain, his eyes becoming completely black for just a second.

"Is that all you got?" Hoseok showed a devilish grin at them.

"No, it isn't," The tall one seemed mad, really mad, "Jimin-ah, why don't you show this little bitch who's boss?"

Hoseok giggled, trying to hide how nervous he really was, she was going to get home anytime now and he really didn't want her to witness all of this.

The shorter guy reached for his pocket and took a knife in his hand, it didn't look like an ordinary one, he knew exactly what it was.

"Well, we all know you're not gonna use that on me," He showed a cocky grin again, "you obviously need something from me."

"So you do have it." The taller guy looked at him interested.

"I never said I did."

"But you do."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"What makes you believe that?" Hoseok once again played with their minds, "As far as you're concerned I'm the most deceitful creature to ever be."

"Yeah, yes you are, but your kind sort of stop being so when they're in pain." The shorter one informed. "Although, it wasn't too hard to get information from the last one." He giggled.

"We've been told you're really close to the king of hell." Well, crap, that had to be Taehyung, that little shit wasn't meant to be a demon, his tongue was too slippery.

"Well, I wouldn't trust information that wasn't hard to get, you could have easily been fooled."

"We take our chances." Hoseok rolled his eyes. "They say that if Yoongi trusted anyone with this matter, it would be you."

"How do you know his name?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Jimin teases splashing just a little bit of holy water on his face.

"Alright, Hoseok, let's get down to business, all you need for us to leave is to hand it over."

"Fine, you just let me out of this thing, I'll gladly do so." The tallest hunter raised his eyebrow and backed off just a little bit.

"You really don't have it." Now not only did Hoseok smile cockily, he also laughed a little. "Fine, then let's just get rid of you," He took the knife from Jimin's hand.

"Wait, Namjoon-hyung!" He stopped him as he started walking closer to the demon. "He should have some information too."

"Yeah, well, he's not gonna talk unless we torture him, don't you think?" He stepped closer to Hoseok, as close as he could without stepping into the devil's trap.

"Well, hello." Hoseok teased as he, too, stepped as close as possible. Namjoon smiled cockily and stabbed his knee with the knife. Really burning into Hoseok's whole being.

Hoseok swallowed the pain and hit Namjoon's jawline with his elbow, causing him to fall back, leaving the knife in Hoseok's thigh, he took it in his hand, groaning in pain.

"Should think twice before approaching me with a knife in hand." He winked at him. "I suppose this thing can kill as many humans as it can demons, right?" He observed the knife in his hand carefully, he had heard of the thing, but had never actually seen it. It was pretty cool with all the symbols engraved on it and stuff.

"You little shit-"

"Excuse me-" A younger one entered the room, his grip tight around her wrist.

Shit.

"Hobi, what's going on?" She asked clumsily, the fear in her eyes stabbing his heart like a dagger.

"It's alright, Y/N, nothing's going on, nothing too bad, it'll be alright."

"Oh, lookie at what Jungkookie just got us, thank you, you." He smiled widely and nodded at the boy, wordlessly telling him to get back to his place. "Who is this, Hobi ?" Namjoon asked mockingly. "A little sister? A partner in crime? A lover?..."

"That's none of your business."

"So it is a lover." Namjoon laughed along with Jimin.

"Well, wouldn't we rather torture you watching her suffer while not being able to do anything to stop us?" Namjoon laughed cockily once more.

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna try us?" Jimin warned.

Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "She's nothing?" Hoseok nodded. "Step on the rug." He ordered.

"What?" She asked confused.

Hoseok knew what they were doing, they were testing her, the devil's trap was painted under the rug, if she could walk in and out of it, she would be safe. "Just do it." He sighed.

"What?!"

"Y/N! For fuck's sake, come here."

"Alright, but why don't you just kick this guy's asses?" She asked stepping on the mat next to her boyfriend.

"I just.. I'll explain later." He whispered.

Because I can't step out of the fucking rug!

Namjoon rolled his eyes and pushed her into the carpet. "You step off the rug and we will-" Hoseok carefully pushed her out of it.

"There, she's nothing, let her go."

"Oh, well, she's not what you are," Jimin giggled, "There's still a lot of things she can be, a vampire, a werewolf, a-"

"She's nothing, okay?" Hoseok closed his eyes, he was getting mad.

"Oh," Namjoon placed a hand on his heart. "You care about her more than we think, don't you?" He took her hand in his, which made Hoseok's stomach hurt a bit. "Do you love her, Hobi?"

"Yes, yes, I do, so you let go of her or I'll-"

"What?" Namjoon teased. "You'll what?" He laughed. "You talk like you could just step off the rug, Hobi."

"You let go off her and I'll give your knife back. You can do anything you'd like with me, but you leave her out of this."

"Well, well, well, that's very interesting. I let go off her, and you and the knife are all mine?"

"Y-yeah."

"Hear that Jimin?" Namjoon smiled at the shorter guy. "All I have to do is let go off her."

"Sounds like a deal."

"Put it down and back off, then I'll let go off her." Hoseok obeyed and it was only a matter of seconds it too for Namjoon to let go off her, take the knife and Jimin to get a grip on her.

"You said you'd let her go!"

"No," Namjoon smiled victoriously, "I said I'd let go off her. And I did." He laughed and high-fived Jimin, glad he'd thought the same thing he did.

Hoseok cursed under his breath. "What do you want? Just let her go! She has nothing to do with none of this!"

"So she doesn't know... anything?" Hoseok swallowed, looked away and nodded. Namjoon nodded, his smile disappearing. "We'll let her go, if you tell us everything we want."

"I'll tell you everything you want if you let her go."

"What if you don't tell us once we let her go?"

"What if you don't let her go once I tell you?"

"I think you can trust us more than we can trust you."

"Fine, but tell the other hunter to come get her because she's not gonna be here while you interview me."

"Excuse me?" She spoke. "I think I at least deserve to know what the hell is going on before I'm kicked out of here."

"Sweety, please," His tone was calm, sweet, soft, "just let me handle this, you don't need to know what's going, I'm just-"

"What is it? Are you like a drug dealer or something?"

He laughed. "I wish." That would be easier. "We'll talk later, alright? Just go."

"No, I think she's right." Namjoon spoke. "She doesn't know what you are, therefore she doesn't know what danger she's under in. You do. And you still choose to risk her life everyday. You're one of the most wanted, Hoseok, Hunters come for you a lot, don't they? Is that really loving her?"

"Plus," Jimin added. "How can you know if she really loves you? She doesn't even really know you."

"Stop." Hoseok almost begged. "Stop."

"Tell her." Namjoon ordered. "She deserves to know."

Hoseok licked his lips. The hunter was probably right. But how could he? It would mean he would lose her. He would lose her who made him the happiest he'd ever be. He would lose her whom he loved more than anything or anyone he'd ever loved. He would lose her who made him feel like he wasn't so bad after all. He would lose her who meant everything to him.

They might as well have killed him.

"We won't let her go if you don't tell her."

Fine.

"Y/N, come here baby," He gulped, she felt the grip on her wrist loosen and decided she was allowed to approach him. He took her hands in his. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yes, of course, Hobi."

"I love you so.. so.. so.. so much."

"Hobi, what's going on? Is this a hidden camera?" She asked in a whisper, almost excited. "Are you gonna propose right now?" Hoseok laughed, a tear escaping his eye, oh, how he wished it was like that. Just a little prank- Scare her to then surprise her with a big ring, right, but that wasn't his life.

She wasn't supposed to be his life.

Hoseok kissed her forehead. "I'm gonna tell you something about me. It's okay if you don't like it. It's okay if you don't wanna see me ever again after I say it."

"Nothing would make me not wanna see you ever again, Hobi," He licked his lips once more and nodded, wishing that was true.

"Look into my eyes, baby." And so she did. God, she had the most beautiful eyes. He sighed. "Don't stop looking at them, okay?" She nodded.

He looked down and closed his eyes.

This was it, he was gonna show her what she was.

Well, at least what she could see as a human.

The black eyes every demon owned.

But-

"Y/N," He spoke, his eyes still closed. "Do you love me?"

"Of course, Hobi."

"Say that." He needed to hear it. Even if it was the last time. "Say that you love me."

"I love you, Jung Hoseok." Those words he would keep with him forever, he was going to make sure to replay them in his head everyday, just to remind himself he once was truly happy.

It was then that he opened his eyes, completely black.

Y/N's smiled dropped. Her hands let go off his. Hoseok's heart collapsed.

"Oh my Go- Hoseok! Your eyes!" Hoseok nodded, blinked and his eyes were back to 'normal'. "They-they were completely black."

"Yeah, that's a quality of-"

"I'm telling her." Hoseok interrupted the hunter. "I'm not a normal person, Y/N, not a human one, at least." He started carefully. "I'm what people call..." He cleared his throat, "a demon."

"A what?"

"A demon."

"No, you're not." Tears invaded her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Hoseok could barely speak with the knot that had built up in his throat.

"Oh, my God." She dropped to her knees. "How-how is that possible? Are those things ev-even real?" The tears started falling down her cheeks and that was Hoseok's worst nightmare.

"I swear-" He dropped to his knees as well. "I swear it was all real, I never faked anything, if I ever hid anything from you it was that and only that."

"It was all real? Right!" She groaned. "You were just too good to be true!"

"Y/N, I-"

"Shut up!" She cried out. "How could you do this to me?" She reached out inside her pocket and got a little pocketknife, oh, well, he understood her instinct of wanting to kill him, but that really wasn't gonna do anything to him. "To make me fall in love with you?" She stabbed the rug. "Only to make me suffer?" She dragged the knife down to her feet.

"No. I never meant to make you suffer!"

"Isn't that what demons do? Make people suffer?" She stood up and Hoseok did too.

"Most of them, yeah," Namjoon answered her question. "But this one retired a few centuries ago. He's got another job now, don't you, Hoseok?"

"Hoseok?" She spoke once more.

"Yeah?"

"Procursu."

Hoseok looked at her astonished.

That was latin.

Latin for run.

And that's when it hit him.

She stabbed the rug, dragged the knife- she broke the trap.

How did she even-

"Nunc." Now.

They both ran out of the room as fast as they could.

The hunters wouldn't have seen it coming. Actually, Hoseok would have expected them to, with the exorcisms in latin and stuff, they should've known something as simple as 'run, now' , but he was glad they didn't.

Y/N pulled him along with her so that he would run in the right direction since she knew exactly where the third and fourth hunter where and she was sure the first two wouldn't be too far. When they managed to get out of the house and far enough to lose the hunters they went inside another building, a hotel to be exact.

"Oh my God!" Hoseok looked at her impressed.

"Are you even allowed to say that?" She laughed and walked over to the stairs.

"Where are you going?" He followed her.

"Just act like you belong here," She smiled at some guy in a penguin suit. "Good evening."

"So... how did you- how did you know about the..."

"Devil's trap?" She finished his sentence. "I'm a little familiar with that world."

"How familiar?" He asked intrigued.

"Too familiar." She giggled as she looked around the hall.

Bingo.

This guy had just walked out of his room not making sure the door actually closed, and judging by his conversation he was going to take some time.

"Yeah, I'm heading out right now, I know I'm late, thank you- she's already on her way, yeah no- Jesus Christ I swear I'm gonna...."

"Come on!" They walked towards the room and made sure no one saw them.

"What are you?" He looked at her in awe. She had just become a thousand times more awesome and hotter.

"You mean what I used to be.." She took a seat at the edge of the bed.

"Do I?"

"Do you really think I knew nothing about you being a demon?"

"I was hoping." He sat next to her.

"From the beginning, when we first met, I have always been able to see your true form."

"My true form?"

"Your demon form." She explained. "People think demons are horrible creatures with horns, and dark personalities. I know it's not like that. You're just as beautiful as angels. Your personality is brighter than anyone I've met, including angels."

"You've met angels?"

She smiled at him and continued. "In reality, you're just fallen angels, by the way, your wings are beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah," She nodded and looked at them once more. "Really gorgeous." She sighed. "I miss mine."

"Yours?"

"I used to be an angel." Hoseok's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"What?"

"An angel." She giggled. "I knew what you were from the beginning, and I still allowed myself to fall for you." Hoseok's heart melted at her words. Could that be real? Could she be real?

"Y/N-"

"One day I was called into my Father's office, he warned me not to get any closer to you, or he'd take my wings away."

"Oh no.."

She looked at him, love in her eyes. "But I didn't really need them." She kissed his lips. "He took everything that made me an angel, but I begged him to give me back the ability to see.. well.. things a human can't, like your wings."

"And he said yes?"

She nodded. "He loves me after all."

"How can I not see you in your form?"

"I wasn't just any angel, Hoseok." She smiled at the ground and brought her eyes back to him. "I was an archangel."

"Oh-"

"I could choose who saw my true form and who didn't. Just like you, I was afraid you'd run away from me."

"I would never."

"Thank you." She placed one more kiss on his lips.

“But hey, why did you choose me over your archangel powers?” He asked curious.

“Most humans and angels think demons are bad, you’re not. You just.. disobeyed. So did I. So what?”

“Do you know why I’m hunted?”

She nodded. “I understand your urge to hide it. If it were a weapon able to kill my Father, all angels and archangels would too try and hide it with their lives.”

“I don’t understand the whole feud between heaven and hell, you and I get along so well.”

She laughed. “You and I, we’re not like them, Hobi.” Hoseok placed yet another peck on her lips, and was quick to place his hands around her face and deepen the kiss, just a little bit.

"I'm sorry about.. all that." He said, breaking a kiss but not stepping apart.

"It's okay, it's mostly my fault."

"Mostly?" He asked confused.

"I mean, can you really blame me for falling for you."

He laughs. "So we should blame me?"

"Probably," They both smile as they kiss once more.

"What were your wings like?" He asks with curiosity.

"Not as beautiful as you."

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Tattoo Artist!Hoseok

And now it is time for our hope, our angel, a real life puppy who is so fucking pretty like I need a solid minute to talk about it, he’s stunning, he’s got those beautiful eyes and that bright ass smile that you just gotta smile along with and those cute lil cheeks you just wanna pinch even his forehead is nice like just process that, a forehead is nicE how does he make that a thing idek, Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope aka hobi

So for this series, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook’s parts have all been done so I’ll just be finishing the series off with the remaining hyung line and Tae, I did Jin’s post yesterday so now we’re onto hobi

This is gonna feature father!hobi (all of the father related posts are here) bc I don’t feel like I’ve done father!hobi enough for my taste so for everyone that hasn’t read the post, he’s got three children, two sons and a daughter (the daughter is the youngest)

I’ll be doing the visuals first bc I love visuals they’re so aesthetic to me like it’s just so nice to think about that shit

I gotta do the brownish reddish hair with the forehead!hobi I just gotta it’s probably my favorite look on him it was in one of the Ceci photoshoots (I think it was for their 20th anniversary or something like that) and it was such a good look oh my god wow

I love it when he has messy hair like messy hair on pretty much anyone is almost always my favorite but hobi makes it look s o fucking good sign me the fuck uP

Onto the tattoos bc he’s definitely got a few, he’s got a half sleeve on his right arm that is slowly but surely going higher and higher up his arm as time goes by but he’s obviously pretty busy running his own tattoo shop so he doesn’t have much time to chill out and get a tattoo done

He’s got a lil eyebrow piercing and some on his ears

He’s got a few on his fingers, some on his sides, one on his calf, some on his left arm, he’s got them all over his body but they’re still pretty spaced out (that may change in the future but he’s content with it for a while)

Also it’s time for some head canon but head canon that hobi has a reference tattoo to each of the bbys and you, he’s got the first letters of all the names on the inner parts of his fingers

OkaY so I was minding my own business and I looked up hobi’s airport fashion bc that’s typically how I get inspiration for the clothes bc I want it to be something they’d actually wear off stage and there was this one picture of all black!hobi I scream

He had black hair and then sunglasses and then a black t-shirt and black jeans and his thighs are doing the thinG and it’s just wow oh wow what a great day this is the sun is out birds have begun to sing

I think tattoo artist!hobi would be a lot like hobi in the fashion sense, I feel like hobi wears a lot of comfy clothes, baggy shirts, warm jackets, some cute ass hats

Ight but another head canon that one day before work, bby girl gives hobi two lil pigtails and he totally forgets about it so he’s sitting there designing a tattoo and the boys are all losing their shit Jimin just about falls over laughing

I feel like hobi’s tattooing style would involve a lot of colors, hobi is so bright and cheerful and I feel like his tattoos would have a whimsical feel to them, there’s character to it it’s not just a drawing on someone’s skin

I also feel like hobi’s tattoos would be more of the larger side like a lot of back tattoos or sleeves and he has zero problem dedicating countless hours to one person if it means they walk away with a tattoo they love

Similar to Jin, he’s really really patient with customers like they can change their mind a hundred times, they can leave, they can switch the location of the tattoo, he doesn’t mind bc he really wants them to love that tattoo, that’s gonna be on their bodies for a long ass time so he wants to do every thing he can to make sure it’s perfect for them he’ll redesign a tattoo as many times as it takes as long as they walk out happy

He doesn’t start the tattoo until they’re completely ready, it’s normal to be nervous especially for beginners so he kinda just gets this soft smile when he sees them trying to “shake the nerves off” or “do a lil dance” or play some music to calm them down bc he remembers with his first tattoo he screamed for like a solid minute before he was ready to go

His tattoo shop would be s o fucking cute, you walk in and you just smile bc it has hobi written all over it like the chairs are actually really comfy and there’s a couch where you can just chill out and there’s always snacks and candy and the walls are red with lil gold accents everywhere and it’s just really cozy

All of the workers are really really friendly too like all of the boys have their own shops but it’s not rare for one or two of them to drop by hobi’s shop so everyone’s friends it feels like one huge family and the customers can feel that

Everyday at lunch, you bring the bbys over to the shop bc they all lo ve hobi so much and not being able to see him for a while is upsetting to them so you two work out a plan for it so when the shop closes down for lunch, the bbys come have lunch with hobi and the workers and then after lunch and some cuddles, everyone goes back to their day and the bbys go back home

It’s actually pretty cute seeing hobi try to eat with three kids crawling over him bc one of them’s hanging off of his arm, the other’s trying to get him to give them a piggyback ride and one of them’s been hugging his leg for the past forty minutes but hobi’s like beyond used to it and tries to eat as quickly as he can so he can play with them

He also knows that whatever he eats for lunch the bbys are gonna eat too bc eating with kids around, especially the Jungs, means sharing so he always makes sure he gets extra food so he can split it up between four people

Hobi’s super super protective of them 25/8 but he gets extra protective when they’re in the shop bc there are obviously some not so kid friendly tools there and even though everything is put away for sanitary reasons, the last thing he needs is one of them finding ink or a piercing needle or anything sharp and pointy (also it’s important to keep that shit clean and bby hands are not approved for touching the tools)

Before they leave he gives all of them huge hugs and kisses and he makes sure to kiss you goodbye as well and he’s super dramatic about you four leaving and pretends to cry into Tae’s shoulder to make the bbys laugh (which of course works bc it never gets old to them they laugh every time)

“You’ll see us in an hour silly!”

“That’s 60 minutes!!!! That is t o o loNG”

“What if we give you the biggest hug in the entire world”

“...that’ll help”

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beautifultaemin · 7 years

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Purge Day | Part 1

Pairing: Jungkook (main) x Reader (OT7 BTS) x Hoseok

Genre: Purge!AU, angst, slight fluff

Warnings: mentions of unstable family life (more to be added in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800 (so exact)

Jeon Jungkook.

One of your brothers best friends, play boy, fuck boy, heart breaker. He practically screamed dangerous, but there wasn’t a moment in the day you weren’t able to think about him and his perfectly chiselled jaw, muscular body and delicious thighs. He was danger.

How your brother, Hoseok, ended up hanging out with someone like him and his friends, was a question that remained unanswered. Hoseok was a sunshine, happy all the time and wanting to make everyone around him happy. Until he met Jungkook and his gang. They turned him into everything he wasn’t. He started drinking, started partying more than he should, got into fights and came home with a black eye and multiple bruises, playing with girls hearts, fucking them one night then dumping them the next. He came home with a tattoo one night, your parents brushed it off, telling him to cover it up when he goes out. The next week he came home with another. The next night, three more, the cycle kept going until he was covered in inks, they were beautiful and each held meaning to him – but your parents didn’t see that.

He was still your brother, still your Hoseok, only he was so much more different.

Your parents weren’t taking any of it. They were rich, we all know what they’re like. Snobby, wanting nothing more but money and being on the front paper and news, making their faces known. That’s exactly what they were like. They wanted to be perfect, be seen as perfect, have the most expensive clothes hanging on their bodies, being seen as perfect.

But they were far from perfect. Home life wasn’t perfect. Ever since Hoseok had started hanging out with those ‘hooligans’ he’d been the center of most of the fights that happened in your household. His behavior made your father furious, Hoseok would never listen to him or his words, he would never listen to your mother either. Your parents would be yelling downstairs as you’d be in your room trying to drown out the noise of glass shattering and screaming. Hoseok would walk into your room without a word and hug you, holding you close letting you know he’d be there for you and that he’d sorry. You’d fall asleep in your brother’s arms and wake up with some breakfast by your table and a note from him saying he’d stay away for a bit so the fighting would calm down. But it’d all start up again the second he walked in through those doors.

One day it was too much. They kicked him out, placed his bag on the front door and told him to go. You tried to stop them from doing do, you really did – but nothing could change their minds. He left for good. Your parents warned you not to go and see him, to leave him be, that you needed to be the child who ‘remained pure’ in the public eye but it’s not like you’d listen. He was your brother and he’d always be.

The first time you’d met Jungkook was when your parents were away from home and on a business trip and the guy’s thought it was a good idea to barge into your home and throw a party. Obviously, Hoseok didn’t disagree, instead he dragged you down and told you to loosen up and make friends, “but don’t get drunk, one of us needs to be sober” he told you.

You wished he had told his friends that because when you attempted to open the bathroom door, Jungkook came into view while he was pulling his boxers up his body, his jeans hanging low on his thighs and being slightly covered in sweat, causing you too look away with your jaw threatening to open in shock “You’re Hobi’s sister, yeah? He never told me how hot you were,” he smirked, pulling his jeans up and zipping them up.

“You’re one of his fucked up friends, am I right?” you spoke through gritted teeth, wanting him to hurry up so you could go into the bathroom that probably smelt like sex and sweat now.

“Woah, uptight much?” he chuckled, ruffling his hair and leaning against the bathroom door, “That’s not how you greet attractive strangers these days, baby girl,” he held out his hand, “Jungkook. Jeon Jungko-”

“Look can you move out of the way? I need to use the bathroom. Take your fuck toy with you.” You said rather angrily.

“Fuck toy?”

“Her,” you pointed to the girl who was on the floor of your bathroom passed out with the strap of her dress down her shoulder.

“She has a name baby girl.” He chuckled before stepping aside and walking off before turning around to you, “Good luck taking care of her. Oh, and if she asks for me, tell her I went home or some bullshit. Nice meeting you baby girl.” Jungkook winked and continued walking off leaving you to take care of the girl on the floor.

March 20th 2017 | 11:18 AM

One day until Purge night. It came around sooner than you expected. It’d been about three months since Hoseok had been kicked out. He barely had money and you didn’t expect any of his ‘gang’ to have much either, the least you could do was find them a safe place for the twelve hours of the Purge. You parked your car out in front of their ‘house’ and walked to the front door. What you didn’t expect was the door to be opened by a shirtless Hoseok with a gun in his hand.

“What the fuck are you doing with that?!” You gasped.

“Hi to you too baby sis,” he rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your forehead before stepping aside and let you come in. “Hey, sorry. But – why are you holding a god damn gun? You’re not seriously going to-”

“Purge? Hell yeah we are,” Jungkook smirked at you as he swirled a knife in his hand. “Wanna join us sweet cheeks?”

“Honestly, I’m going to punch you. Stop trying to pick up my sister, that’s disgusting Kook.”

“She’s hot, don’t blame me.”

“Surprised Hobi’s been able to keep her away from you for so long. Jungkook would have fucked her by now,” a pink haired Namjoon came out from the kitchen with a bottle of beer in his hand. He’d dyed his hair again, it was blonde last time you’d seen him.

“Guys, come on this is gross. Don’t talk about fucking her.” Hoseok whined, the idea just being revolting.

“Anyway, can I talk to you, Hobi? In private.”

“Yeah come on.” He ushered you into his room before closing the door and sitting down on his bed. “What’s up sis?”

“Was Jungkook serious? About you-” you took in a deep breath before saying, “you going out and purging…”

“Yeah. None of us are safe in this so called house. It’s breaking down and so easy to break into. What’s the point of staying when we’re gonna be killed easily? Besides the guys know what they’re doing. It’s not the first Purge they’ve gone through without protection.”

“That’s not the point Hoseok. It might not be the first Purge they’ve gone through, but it is yours. You wouldn’t even be able to kill someone, I know you wouldn’t be able too. Let me help, I won’t tell mum and dad – just let me find you and the guy’s a place for the twelve hours Hoseok. Security and everything…” you begged, you couldn’t live with the thought knowing you not finding a safe place for him resulted in him dying that night.

“Look, I appreciate you worrying, Y/N. I really do. But, I want to. I want to Purge this year. It’s one day a year where I can do what I want without being locked up. Everything that has happened in the last few months has me so mad, you-you don’t even know half the anger I feel right now. We all want to Purge. Let me do it.”

“Are you- are you serious? Are you sure?”

“I’m positive Y/N. I trust the guys with my life. They wouldn’t let me go if I was in danger. I know they wouldn’t. I’ll be fine yeah?” Hoseok took your hands into his, squeezing yours to reassure you but you couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in your stomach. You only nodded back at him, not finding the words to say.

“Now go on home, don’t come out yeah? You better be home in your room, promise?”

“I promise, douchebag.”

“You love me.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Neither of you pulled away. This could be the very last time you two could see each other.

“I love you Hobi, please-please stay safe.”

“I love you too sis. You stay safe too. Stay with mum and dad, yeah?” you nodded back at him. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Hoseok opened his room’s door and walked you out the front door to your car. “I’ll see you in a few day’s time, I promise. You know I never break my promises.”

“I know Hobi, I know.” You smiled and hugged him again before pulling back, a sad smile overtaking your features. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. NoW go go go, get your little ass back home.”

“idiot.”

“You love me, don’t you? Forever and always am I right?”

“Forever and always Hoseok, forever and always.”

March 21st 2017 | 5:58 PM

One hour and two minutes until the Purging started. The day was finally here. How stupid of your parents to have you go and guy god damn groceries at this time of night. Did they want you killed?

You slammed the door closed as you sat down and placed the key into the hole and turned it to the side. “What the fuck?”

You tried again. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can’t be happening, fuck!” You rummaged around your bag to find your phone. With shaky hands you dialled your mum’s number.

The number you are calling is currently unavailable. Please try again later.

You hung up and tried your fathers.

The number you are calling is currently una-

Next was Hoseok’s but he didn’t pick up either. You glanced down at the time. 6:03 PM. No one was going to come and get you at this time, no shops were open either, and everything closed an hour or so before the Purge.

You got out of your car and grabbed your purse, opting to run all the way home even though you knew there was no way you were going to make it home by running in an hours time.

a:n/ okay the first part/chapter is kind of boring but i promise the next chapters won’t be! i hope you all enjoy this series because honestly i’m so excited to write it! i’ve been pretty dead with inspiration so i hope after this i’ll be writing the requests again!

i’m not tying to copy @jungblue with this fic at all (cause her purge fic is oh my god so amazing, go read it if you haven’t!) i’ve always wanted to write a purge!AU but i’ve been stuck for a plot, but damn here y’all go. hopefully this won’t flop cause i’ really excited for it!

feedback is appreciated :)

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