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7ndipity · 1 day

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Mornings/Evenings With Jimin

Jimin x Reader

Summary: just some headcanons and a lil blurb about morning/evening moments w Jimin

Warnings, lil suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to my lovely Star anon who requested this! It's a lil random, but I hope you'll still like it!

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Mornings with Jimin tend to actually start more in the afternoon, due to his slanted sleep schedule, but they’re still cozy nonetheless.

He’s very slow to wake, burying his face in your back or neck as he clings to sleep for just a little longer.

“Five more minutes.” “You said that fifteen minutes ago.” “I mean it this time.”

Once you get up, he usually follows suit, albeit reluctantly.

He’s basically your shadow for the first little bit, trailing after you to the kitchen to help make breakfast(though he mostly just clings to you and steals part of your coffee)

Most days, when things are more rushed and you’re both just trying to get out the door on time, he makes a point to stop for a few seconds, pulling you to follow suit if he has to, meeting your eyes for a moment before giving you a sweet kiss.

It’s a little thing, but sometimes those ten seconds are the only moments you get to have together during the day, and so he makes sure to never miss them.

Evenings are much slower and quieter, again partly due to how late his schedules tend to be.

A lot of nights, you’re already in bed by the time he gets home, and so he quietly runs through his evening routine before slipping under the covers with you.

On the nights when you’re both still awake and able to spend more time together make him so happy, even if it’s just getting ready for bed together. He loves those quiet little moments with you.

Sleepily brushing your teeth together, him leaning against you when he feels extra tired.

He’s said before that it takes him a while to fall asleep, so I see him really enjoying just laying in bed talking about the day's events with you. Words just flow a lot easier when he’s buried in the pillows with you.

Tbh, his bed is one of his favorite places. He loves any excuse for you to just lay together, talking about anything and everything, without having to worry about work or schedules, just you and him being your most true, relaxed selves.

At the end of the day, nothing else matters to him, so long as he gets to fall asleep next to you.

Jimin nuzzled in close to you as he climbed into bed as quietly as possible, his hands creeping along your curves.

It was well past midnight, the room dimly lit by the bedside lamp you’d left on before falling asleep.

“Y/n.” He whispered, his breath brushing over the exposed skin of your neck, raising goosebumps.

“Chim, quit it, ‘m tired.” You mumbled sleepily, trying feebly to shake his hands off.

“I’m not trying to start anything, Angel, ” He promised, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I just need my goodnight kiss before I go to sleep.”

If your eyes had been open, you might have rolled them at him. You played along though, rolling over so he could reach your lips more easily, feeling his arms instantly wrap around you tightly.

He quickly connected his mouth to yours, swallowing your quiet squeak of surprise at his intensity, his lips moving slowly but firmly against yours.

You shivered as he slipped one hand beneath the fabric of your pajama top, the cool contrast of his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on your warm skin, the other coming to cradle the back of your head, drawing you closer.

All too soon, he pulled away, staring down at you with dark eyes.

“Better?” You asked, slightly breathless.

“Mmh, thank you.” He hummed, pecking your lips a few more times.

You were acutely aware of his hands still on you, his fingers digging into your side, causing you to squirm slightly beneath him, earning a questioning look from him.

“I thought you said you were tired?” He asked, giving you a knowing smirk.

“Things change.” You replied, pulling him back down to you.

He chuckled against your lips, kissing you for another long moment, before pulling back again.

“It’s late, you need sleep.” He said softly, shifting the two of you to rest more comfortably, pulling you to rest against his chest.

“Tease.” You grumbled, furthering his amusement.

“Love you too.”

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rkivews · 1 year

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taetaespeaches · 2 years

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“I promise I’ll say yes.”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! It’s the prettiest boy on earth’s birthday so here’s this little fic of him and reader/dear talking about their relationship and what the future holds for them. This is about three years into the relationship and they’ve been in a completely peaceful comfortable place for a little while and they’re just letting that all soak in. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

A golden sunset radiated behind Jimin as he smiled at you, illuminating him in a stunning glow. As he swayed you along with him on the dance floor, other couples and wedding attendees surrounding you both, all you could focus on was him and the words that left those plush lips of his.

“You know, there’s only one bed,” Jimin noted, making you cock your head at him in question.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, watching as Jimin’s smirk curved into a teasing smile. “In the hotel room?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, lifting his eyebrows flirtily.

A confused expression must have overtaken your features because Jimin immediately fell into giggles, the crinkles around his eyes rivaling the sunset for the prettiest view. “We’ve been dating for over three years, you know that right?”

“Play along,” he whined, making you giggle in amusement.

“You’re such a weirdo,” you beamed at him, shaking your head as he tossed his back in laughter. His hands dipped slightly lower on your back as he pulled you closer to him. Burying your fingers into the strands at the nape of his neck, you sighed in content.

Jimin’s eyes roamed over your face before his hand lifted to toy with a piece of your hair. “I love your hair like this,” he commented, his hand reaching behind him to grasp your wrist gently, pulling your arm from his shoulder and implementing some distance between you both.

You let him lead you in a dance, the man spinning you under his arm. “Your mom helped me with it,” you smiled, Jimin spinning you once more.

“My family loves you so much,” he chuckled fondly to himself as he pulled you back against his body, this time your fingers intertwined as his opposite hand settled on your waist and yours on his shoulder.

“Being here with your family,” you started, humming in thought.

“Hmm?” He urged you to continue, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“It feels good,” you smiled shyly at your own words.

“Yeah?” He smiled brightly. “How do you mean?”

Pouting fondly, you shook your head in disbelief of the love Jimin and his family always gave to you. “Your dad knows my favorite snack, do you know how crazy that is to me?” you asked your boyfriend, Jimin chuckling lightly as he nodded in understanding. “Like when we got here he had it for me in case I was hungry. And your mom helped me with my hair and she treats me like her own daughter.”

Jimin looked at you gently, fond admiration swimming in his gaze as he smiled softly. Having snacks on hand and helping with a hairstyle could seem so minor, but Jimin understood how much these small things meant to you. “I think she always wanted a girl,” he giggled lightly. “You’ve made her dreams come true.”

Smiling in amusement, you shook your head at him. “I just feel like I belong when I’m with you all.”

When Jimin’s family received the invitation for the wedding of their close family friend, it came along with a message that the whole family was invited, including Jimin’s girlfriend. The inclusion opened your eyes to what your heart had been feeling all along: this man was your future, and his family was yours. Jimin’s family had accepted you with open arms all the way back to your and Jimin’s friendship, but you had only recently started thinking of yourself as part of the Park family.

“You do belong,” he assured you, squeezing your waist gently as a sweet gesture.

Obviously you had thought about marriage with Jimin before. It was what you wanted, and you knew he felt the same way. However, the both of you had been so riddled with insecurities at the start of your relationship, and after reconnecting following the month and some odd days of separation, it seemed as though you both were too scared to speak the words aloud. Like the mention of marriage would activate that expiration date you always felt plagued your relationships. I feel like I have a two-year expiration date, you had said before. But you and Jimin had already proved that wrong.

“Three years,” Jimin smiled softly. “Isn’t that crazy?”

In the grand scheme of a lifetime with someone, three years wasn’t that much. But given everything you had been through together, it was something of note.

“I used to be so terrified that I’d lose you,” you whispered to him, Jimin’s gaze locking with yours as you spoke.

“And now?”

“I’m still scared,” you lightly chuckled, Jimin smiling in response. “But not because I feel like this impending implosion. I’m not so scared of fucking it up now because I know what we have and I’m comfortable with us. Now it’s just like, you’re everything to me and if something ever happened to one of us- you know what I mean?”

“I do,” he nodded. Sighing to himself, he met your gaze with a bright beam, the smile nearly stealing your breath. “I’m going to marry you one day, Dear. That’s a promise.”

Your mouth curved into a grin, your heart pounding inside your chest at his words. There’s something so beautiful and hopeful about knowing the feelings you have for someone so dear to you are mutual. “I promise I’ll be there,” you teased, Jimin rolling his eyes sassily as he still wore that stunning smile. “And I promise I’ll say yes.”

Giving you a single nod, he inched toward you to leave a soft kiss to your forehead. The touch was light but you could feel the love being transferred from him to you.

When he pulled away and met your gaze once more, you looked over his features. “You look very pretty tonight,” you complimented him, sliding your hand from his shoulder to toy with the strands of hair that hung against his neck. “Even more so than usual. It’s not fair,” you playfully pouted.

“Oh shush,” he blushed slightly, smiling so wide his eyes turned into crescents. “So do you.”

Your eyes locked for a moment, and the gaze he directed at you had a flood of relief bursting through your veins because you’d have him forever. Jimin not only poured his love into you, but he gave you someone, a whole family, a group of friends, to love in return. There would never be a time in your life again where you wouldn’t have a place to put your love.

In a moment of passion, as though Jimin could read yoru thoughts, he grabbed your face and kissed you. The meeting was romantic, his plush lips against yours as he tried to show you how much you meant to him. When he finally pulled away he was breathless. “I’m so in love with you,” he admitted through an exhale.

Smiling, you nodded quickly. “Me too, Angel.” Kissing him softly once more, you felt him smile against your mouth. Putting some distance between the both of you, you looked him up and down flirtily. “What do you say we get out of here?” You quirked your eyebrow at him, smirking as his eyes widened almost innocently. He could be so deceiving sometimes. “I heard there’s only one bed in the hotel room.”

A cute giggle slipped from his lips as he grabbed your hand and started leading you from the dance floor to the car without a moment of delay. Stepping into an act, he feigned a worried tone. “Where will we both sleep?”

“Maybe we can request a cot,” you suggested, Jimin stopping in his tracks to turn and glare at you. Shrugging at him, he shook his head as a giggle left his mouth.

“Now you’re just being cruel.” Tossing your head back in laughter, you allowed him to drag you out of the venue, your hands interlocked and your future as a couple just a little bit more decided than before. You belonged with him. And you would marry him one day. A promise is a promise after all.

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muniimyg · 1 year

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JUST FRIENDS // PJM

pairing:

jimin + oc

au/genre:

friends to situationship

crush au / non-idol au

sexy vibes, confusion, angst

warnings:

mild hook up scene !!!

The blasting music suddenly mutes as he approaches you. He settles to stand beside you, leaning against the wall with his fingertips lingering awfully close to yours. You hold your breath, beginning to feel overwhelmed with the way he inches closer to you. Your heart pounds louder than the music at this point.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Jimin then nods towards the direction of the bathroom and leaves first.

Watching him squeeze through the crowd, you attempt to compose yourself.

You wonder if you should just stay here and ditch him. What would he do? Would he react and beg you to be with him? Would he find some other girl to mess with? Would he even care?

It begins to ache.

The way he walks away and turns his head back and mouths out; “you coming?” has your heart aching. How could he be so pretty and mindless?

As friends, too often do you two argue and fight over the smallest things. Whether it’s about the friendgroup, your jobs, or bad habits—unsettling pride is something you two have in common. Completely ashamed of being seen as the weaker one, you pick fights whenever you can. However, when drunk; it’s a losing battle.

It’s all so meaningless because it always ends up like this.

You and him but not really.

See, he’d always message you and have these deep intense conversations until 4AM and then ghost you for three weeks. He’s the type to find you at parties and either stick by your side the entire time or get too drunk and swallowed up with his other friends to even remember your name. Jimin is the type to buy you flowers on random days but not even text you “happy valentines day!”

Perhaps it’s all the hot and cold gestures that have you wrapped around his chubby little fingers because it didn’t matter where he was leading you to go… You’d follow him anyway.

“Jimin, w-we can’t—“

He grips your waist tighter, sending shivers down your body. You sharply inhale his scent as he digs his face into the crook of your neck.

God, you smell so good to him.

“Why not?” he breathes, taking a moment to take in how fucking hard you have him. He’s settled in between your legs as you sit on the sink countertop. His hands were lucky enough to have reunited with your breast tonight, he hopes that the rest of him could say the same.

“Friends don’t do this,” you pout, feeling the weight of your heart sinking. “They don’t give fuck me eyes to each other. They don’t hide in closets, cars, or bathrooms.. They don’t kiss—”

“Awh, come on, ___. What’s friendship got to do with a little kissing?”

Everything.

You want to scream at him and say everything but nothing comes out. Instead, you blink away and let him kiss you again. Unsure if you’re betraying yourself or him; you give in. This isn’t the first time and certainly not the last… He’s addicting and there’s nothing—no one quite like him.

Jimin has you. There’s no escaping it. You only wish you had him too.

You love his lips and how sweet they feel against yours. Yet, what leaves a bitter taste on your lips is the running thought of;

If we’re fucking, are we just friends?

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uinmyheart · 2 years

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[♡] "Can we please just go to bed and not continue with this conversation?" he begs once again and you groan in response. He pulls his tie away from his neck and sighs. It was going to be a long night.

"No, jimin. This is exactly what we've been doing for the past few months and look at where it got us. I'm tired of not talking about it" this is exactly what happens once you get tired of his habit of sweeping all of your problems under the rug.

It had all started with you coming to his office to pick him up. It had been months since he started working super long hours at the office, more than usual you might say, and today you'd decided to break this cycle and get him out of the office to eat something; that was until he refused to leave and tried to hide behind the tall pile of papers in front of his desk as a reason to not spend time with you. If it was another time maybe you would understand, but the thought of losing jimin through distance and distractions scared you more than anything, and even while giving him a hard time starting an argument in the middle of the elevator, you mean well. And he knows you mean well too. But you both are so tired, physically and mentally tired. The both of you ended up coming back to his apartment, no dinner and no romantic outing, instead spending the hour commute to his place arguing discreetly on the subway, or that's what you'd like to think instead of paying attention at the curious eyes that look at you both from distance.

"Baby, i'm really tired right now. And you're mad. We won't find a solution today. Isn't it best if we just go get a good night sleep and talk about this tomorrow?"

"I swear to god if you try to avoid me by going to sleep, you're never hearing from me again." you interrupt his slow steps towards the bed and he sighs once again. "I'm tired of always having to be the one that's-" in the blink of an eye, as you try and pick up one of your old sweaters from the top of the closet, a tiny box falls right into your feet, and if you weren't completely frozen from head to toe at the sight of it, you'd continue with your argument. If jimin's eyes could barely open a few minutes ago, they're about to jump from his eye sockets now. "What-"

Before you could pick it up, jimin screams "No!" at the top of his lungs and picks it up himself, ironically landing on one knee right in front of you.

"Baby, what the hell is this.." you're breathless as you stare at him. All thoughts out of the window right now. What were you even fighting about two minutes ago? Nothing else matters when he's right in front of you.. like this.

"Okay, first of all; please don't get mad. This is not the way I planned things to go.."

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holdinbacksecrets · 5 months

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Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

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stylesluxx · 10 months

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your sibling is a fan — bts

[warnings: in jk’s the reader’s parents are against tattoos but aren’t mean]

summary: in which your sibling is a fan | requested!

word count: 2,333

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kim seokjin

"Don't be nervous; my parents are super nice and my brother is a dork. He'll probably embarrass himself before you embarrass yourself," You smiled, trying to cheer up your anxiety-ridden boyfriend.

"Y/N, really?" He whined and dragged a hand down his face causing you to giggle.

"I'm just kidding handsome. But seriously, he's such a dork."

You use the key you kept after moving out to let the two of you into your family home, immediately greeted by the smell of food and your dad asking if that was you.

"Yeah, it's me and Jin, Dad," You answered as you slipped off your shoes by the door and put on some slippers. "Look they even bought you a pair," You whispered to Jin as you pointed them out.

His ears turned red, making you giggle again and rub his arm.

"Perfect timing, we just finished the food," Your mom greeted you happily as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, this is Seokjin, my boyfriend. Jin, this is my mom," You introduced the two with a big smile. "Oh, and this is my dad," You added as he entered the room.

"It's nice to meet you both; Y/N talks about you every day," Jin speaks up softly while shaking both of their hands one at a time.

"The feeling is mutual, Seokjin. Our Y/N talks about you with great reverence."

"Oh, you guys can just call me Jin."

"Big word, Mom," You teased at the same time as Jin.

She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Go upstairs and get your brother. Jin, come sit at the table."

Jin looked back down at you but your parents had already walked into the dining room. You gently pushed him in their direction and went upstairs to get your baby brother.

You knocked on his door and waited for a response before opening. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

"Yeah but why the quotes around 'date?'"

"Because you and I both know... you can't get a date."

"Yeah, well, put some deodorant on before you come downstairs to meet him."

"I'm sure your invisible boyfriend will be okay with some manly stench," He said as he rolled off the bed and led you out of his room.

"You're 14, what part of you is manly?"

"My skincare idol!" Your brother gasped as he walked into the dining room.

"Huh?"

Your brother turned back around to face you. "How much did you pay to get him to come here tonight? Did you sell the house? Are we homeless?"

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

"There's no way you're dating him."

"I am though, so if you'll excuse me-"

"No, there's no way I'm not sitting next to him."

Your brother quickly walked back into the dining room and you could hear him apologizing for his behavior and introducing himself.

You followed behind him with a confused look on your face, one that your parents matched from their seats at the heads of the table.

"So, where do you know him from?" Your dad asked your brother.

"I researched his skincare routine. His nickname is literally 'Worldwide Handsome.' How do you think I have the perfect skin?"

Jin chuckled shyly as his ears turned red again, clearly not wanting your parents to find out about his nickname (at least during the first meeting).

"Ah, don't be embarrassed Jin," Your mom quickly chimed in.

You smirked, knowing just how you could get back at your little brother for all his trash talk and doubt.

"Yeah Jin, at least you wore deodorant today. The kid didn't."

min yoongi

"So, when's this guy supposed to be here? He's late," Your older brother asked, clearly unimpressed.

"He's actually not late. Dinner starts at 7:00, it's 6:00."

You changed the channel on the tv, not caring that his favorite show was on.

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

"Who even says that? Your loser boyfriend some word genius and teaches you new words?" Your brother scoffed and snatched the remote out of your lap.

You turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, actually."

Yoongi rings the bell as you're setting the table with your parents, who have already met Yoongi. Your mom is humming excitedly at seeing him again; she's happy your dad can finally talk about basketball with someone other than her. She does love Yoongi, but your father's rambling is just... a lot.

"Y/N why is Agust D at our door?"

You dropped everything and practically ran to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Hi Yoongs," You hummed in his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"What in the world is happening?" You could hear your brother mumble behind you.

"Hi Pretty," Yoongi chuckled at your excitement. "How are you? How was your day?"

"It was good, just missed you a lot," You sighed as you pulled away from him.

"Enough hogging, let us hug him too!" Your mom teased making the two of you laugh.

Once you reluctantly stepped away from Yoongi, your mom pulled him into a hug, and then your dad, both expressing how happy they were to see him again.

"So, you didn't tell me you were dating a rapper. My favorite rapper at that," Your brother mumbled to you.

"Didn't think it was important and I also didn't know," You shrugged.

"You're kinda... goated for bringing Agust D home," He said and pat you on the head.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yoongi, you have a fan."

jung hoseok

"Can you try to eat more of your vegetables please?" Your mom asked your little sister.

"Mom, you kinda just have to let me do my thing. I'm not a kid anymore," Your little sister huffed.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. "Babe, you're 10," You reminded her through a snicker.

"But, I deserve some independence! Right? Tell them J-Hope," She tried to argue.

You didn't mean to laugh, it was just so cute. The dark eyeliner and dark clothes to imitate Hobi's Jack in the Box phase but she was just a baby in your eyes; your baby sister that was still in her Hope World phase.

"Babe, you can call him Hobi," You told her softly.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

Hobi nodded and gave her a big smile. "But only if you finish your vegetables," He bargained.

"Deal!"

You placed a hand on his lap and smiled up at him gratefully. "Love you," You mouthed and in return, he leaned down and pecked your temple.

"Well, that settles it," Your dad speaks up. "Welcome to the family, Hobi."

kim namjoon

You're genuinely shocked that your older sister knows who Namjoon is. His music isn't her style and she's so much older than you, so you don't know who introduced her to BTS in general.

"Joon, this is my big sister. This is Namjoon, the guy I'm always talking about." Your arm was wrapped around Namjoon's waist, head against his shoulder as you introduced them.

"Oh, so this is 'Joon,'" Your sister hummed and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you. You're much more handsome in person."

"What?" You blurted out. "I've never shown you pictures of him."

"Girl... this is RM from BTS. I don't live under a rock," She scoffed. "One of my girlfriends on Facebook-"

"Oh, you're so old. Facebook?" You gasped.

"She posted about him and it was love at first sight. Everyone with eyes has a crush on him, come on Y/N. Let's be serious. And he's smart. He'll be good for you."

You let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at your bulky boyfriend to see him smiling confidently. "Um... I see introductions weren't necessary."

"Anyway, Joon, can I call you that?" Your sister ignored you and took his arm to lead him away.

"Sure," He nodded.

"Great, let's talk about some of your greatest lyrics. My personal favorite is..."

park jimin

You two sat in Jimin's car, mentally preparing to go in and meet your family.

It wasn't like your family was embarrassing or they were bad people or anything like that.

"It's just that... she's a hardcore ARMY. Like, decked out in purple, bleeds purple type of thing. So, if she faints, don't freak out," You explained to your boyfriend as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Right," He nodded slowly. "Should I call an ambulance if she faints?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. We have a routine for her fainting episodes. There's nothing wrong with her, by the way, she's just really high-strung. But she's a good kid. You'll love her," You promised and took his hand in yours.

He nodded confidently, looking ready to head in. You leaned in to peck his lips, but a knock at your window, made you jump and turn to look back at the perpetrator.

"Hey Tiny, you scared me," You smiled toothlessly at your little sister.

"Yeah, and the lights on the car are freaking out Dad. When are you coming in?"

"Sorry, we're coming," You apologized and Jimin cleared his throat to let out a quiet apology.

Your sister took a closer look at him, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Please don't faint right now," You mumbled to her.

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. "Me? Faint? Yeah right, Big," She tried to play cool. "But, uh, you didn't tell me that your boyfriend was Jimin."

You side-eyed her, "Uh, yes I did. I told you on FaceTime that I had a boyfriend. You asked what his name was. I said 'Jimin' and then you laughed in my face and hung up on me."

She let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. "Right, well... we're waiting for you."

The two of you in the car, watched your sister scurry off into the house. It was at this moment you could see she had purple highlights in her hair and she was wearing Shooky slippers, making you facepalm and let out a sigh.

"Well, she didn't faint," Jimin spoke up and rubbed your arm.

"Let's not hold our breath on that."

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

Your parents grew up listening to jazz music so it's always been a big part of your life and love it. Your sister even became a jazz singer.

Jazz isn't as popular as other genres but she's one of the most notable figures of her genre.

And Taehyung? Taehyung plays her all of the time. Ever since you told him you were sisters, he's been pushing to meet your family (more than he already had been).

You're pretty sure he heard the music playing from the driveway, that's how loud the music was.

Your dad claims "Jazz always sets the proper tone." And maybe he was right because Taehyung was all smiles when he walked into the house.

He wasn't his normal shy self as you introduced him to everyone. Especially not with your sister; they got along swimmingly.

"I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I've been wanting you meet you for a long time, all of you guys," Taehyung spoke earnestly, hand over his heart.

"The feeling is more than mutual. Y/N tells us that you love jazz," Your sister smiles warmly. "I'm a big fan as well. I've recorded some covers of your songs but I haven't released them."

"That means so much to me," Taehyung smiles, somehow, even bigger than before.

You swoon quietly at the interaction, happy that everyone's being kind and warm. It's so sweet, you kind of don't mind the loud jazz music playing anymore.

You watch them interact, swap the numbers of their managers and go on and on about their love for music.

"He's a keeper Y/N," Your sister winks at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be hyping me up but okay."

jeon jungkook

"Woah, who's the dude at the dinner table?" Your sister asked as she walked in.

"You're late," Your dad stated briskly.

"Sorry," She mumbled sheepishly and sat across from you. "Hey, Sissy. Who's the guy?"

"You know he can hear you?" You chuckled.

"Wassup?" She nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, finally," Jungkook smiles at your sister.

"I'm sure you know my name. Y/N likes to act like I'm her kid but we're Irish twins. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I like your music by the way."

"Thank you."

Dinner was going well until your sister rolled up her sleeves, revealing a new tattoo.

"Oops," She mumbled.

"I thought we said no more tattoos," Your mom sighed, making you wince and put your head in your hands.

Your parents weren't the biggest fans of tattoos, they just didn't understand why someone would permanently mark their body. But your sister was rebellious. Well, you wouldn't even say that, she just did what she wanted.

"Well, I thought you meant no more tattoos as long as I lived here. That's why I moved out," She shrugged.

"I can't believe-"

"How many tattoos do you have?" Jungkook asked, cutting your dad's complaint off, causing you to look up from your hands.

"Oh, well, I honestly plan on having a sleeve. So, one piece but I've had five sessions," Your sister says sheepishly, looking down at her dinner plate.

"Cool. I have a sleeve. I can show you later if you'd like?" Jungkook offered and you looked over at your sister.

Her face lit up like a little kid getting ice cream and your face started to mirror hers.

"Yeah definitely. That'd be so cool," She nodded.

"We can go to our apartment then," You suggested, trying to respect your parents.

Once the situation fizzled out, you turned and pecked Jungkook's arm, making him look down at you puzzled.

"You're the best. She's probably your biggest fan now. After me, of course."

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kimsohn · 1 year

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hi hi !! can i request a karina imagine/drabble with a short girlfriend who she loves to tease a lot, with the quotes:

“you're really adorable, you know?”

“you're so obsessed with me, love”

home . karina x fem!reader (no specific pronouns) about . 620 words, fluff warnings . reader is shorter than karina!

it's been a whole three weeks since you've seen karina, and you're starting to go nuts without her.

being in the middle of comeback season means you see karina lesser than often. she comes home at ungodly times, and you're lucky if you can even feel her weight dip into the mattress as she passes out. but even if you wanted to make her schedule a little bit easier by giving her a nice massage or helping her wake up in the morning, she's gone before you can even open your eyes.

it's not her fault, and you know that. your texts are littered with apologies, ones she's probably sent in breaks of long hour practices and recordings, and the mere thought that she cares enough to send a message of her missing you in her hectic schedule is enough to warm your heart. she doesn't know that in reality, those words are enough for you.

it's why you're so hellbent on making a nice, home-cooked meal for her when she comes back from practice today. she's being let off early, and you'll finally be able to spend time together, time that's been missed these past few days. she deserves it more than anyone.

the only problem with this is, to put it simply, you're a little too short to reach the ingredients you need. the items you use daily are scattered between the lower shelves where you can obtain them easily, but karina is the one that likes to experiment with less common ingredients on the nights you both stay at home together. she's always teasing you for not being able to reach things you need, but it's okay since she's usually there to get them for you.

unfortunately, that isn't the case today, and the only thing you can do is stack two stools upon each other in order to grab the romano cheese at the top of the drawer. fettuccine alfredo has never been this physically challenging, but you think it'll be worth it when karina lights up at the taste.

"aww, my baby is so tiny. you're really adorable, you know?"

the voice startles you, and suddenly you feel the two stools toppling under you as you fall off the edge. luckily, it's not too high of a distance and the kitchen mat is plush enough to cushion your fall, but the impact is still painful enough to make you groan.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry are you okay?" you hear as you're lifted up, familiar hands feeling your waist to see if you've bruised yourself heavily.

"karina? why are you home early?"

you have to tilt your head up to see her concerned eyes, and even in her worried state, she manages to look beautiful.

"we finished recording early and i wanted to surprise you. but enough about me, are you hurt? do you need an ice pack? why were you even on two stools?"

"i'm fine, just a little sore. and i was trying to get the romano cheese at the top of the drawer since you like fettuccine alfredo."

the concerned look on her face shifts into one of amusement.

"you're so obsessed with me, love."

"hey!" you protest, hitting her shoulder, "i just wanted to be nice and make you dinner since you've been working hard."

"and you could've made any meal. but my little midget girlfriend decided to make my favorite pasta as a reward, huh?"

she tucks you into a hug, not even letting you respond as you're squished against her chest. her fingers find the tips of your hair to play with, and you breathe in the familiar scent of her warmth.

and finally, you feel at home.

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cloudykaii · 2 years

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ok but imagine how absolutely insane the boys would go if they saw 8th member yn with ANOTHER hickey but this time it was real 😳😳 praying for her rn

You didn’t even notice it this time, it was an accident. Certainly if you had, you would never have just walked into the practice room with it so clearly obvious. Well.. maybe it wasn’t clearly obvious.. since only one of them was on your neck in sight and the top of the other was just peeking out from the neckline of your shirt. You were just looking on your phone when you heard the sigh. “Y/N, sweetheart, please go wash the makeup off, we all know it’s a prank.”

Your head came up and you frowned at Jin. “What are you talking about? I thought we were having practice I didn’t put on any makeup?” You walked over to look in the mirrors anyways, just to check and make sure you weren’t crazy, there was nothing on your face.

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that all of that is supposed to be real?”

That just made your frown further. “Okay, I know I’m adorable, but this is really aggressive for complimenting someone and honestly, I’m starting to feel like I’m walking into a trap. What in the world are you talking about?”

Having head enough, Taehyung walked over, licking his finger and rubbing at your neck, making you yelp and smack his arm, jumping away from him. “What are you doing?!” He just frowned before moving closer to try again.

“It’s not coming off,” he said like he was genuinely confused, and the lack of answers you were getting was starting to make you frustrated, and you smacked his hand again, rubbing your neck. “What? My skin? Yeah, it’s supposed to be there, dipshit! Why are you trying to rub my neck with your sandpaper hands?” You cursed, stepping away from him.

Yoongi let out a long sigh, and walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the mirror, and then grabbing your chin to make you look there before tapping your neck on your reflection, and your eyes widened when you finally saw the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Has that been there the whole time?” you gasped, turning to him with one hand over your mouth.

Yoongi scoffed. “Well none of us put it there!”

“I wanna know who did,” Jin called from the corner again, and the room went silent. You chuckled nervously. “What if I told you guys that I was acting this whole time and that this is makeup just with a really good setting spray?”

“You’re not an actress for a reason, sweetheart,” Yoongi smiled, gently pushing you by the shoulder towards the rest of the boys. “Start talking.”

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europheecus · 1 year

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- Green. 💚

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azucarmorena97 · 5 months

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Pact

“You think we’ll always be friends?” He reaches into the bag you’re holding and haphazardly tosses a Cheeto into his mouth. You nod, looking straight ahead at the bright cityscape, “Of course.” “Wanna make a marriage pact?” He asks in a far too casual tone for such a serious topic. You roll your eyes, “We are not gonna be one of those cliché best friends that makes a marriage pact.” “Oh, come on. It’s not like it’ll happen- Odds are, I’m gonna find a beautiful model type or- or even an actress; but just as a backup plan, we can have each other.” “Backup plan, huh?” You smirk, chewing slowly. “Absolutely. It’ll be great because we’re already friends, ya know? So living together will be a breeze. It’ll be like…summer camp.” “Summer camp? You’re out of your mind.” “At least think about it, huh?” “Fine,” You sigh, passing him the bag and leaning back on the bench, arm extending behind him on the backrest. Marriage pact. What a clown…

A/N: I know I have a marriage story already in motion with Jungkook, but should I expand on this idea? Yes? No? 🙈

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7ndipity · 21 days

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Good Morning

Jimin x Reader

Summary: Just a little thing about cozy mornings with a very sweet, attentive Jimin who loves to take care of you.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: +18 mdni, Very suggestive, implied smut, mentions of marking, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @squid-princess-teach-swallow for requesting this! I hope you like it!

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‘It should be illegal to look this good asleep’ You thought as you stared at your sleeping boyfriend, his face pressed against the pillows, causing his lips to part in a soft pout, his slow breaths just barely stirring the messy strands of hair that hung across his face.

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve tried to sneakily snap a picture to tease him with later, but you were far too comfortable in your current position to look for your phone, preferring to stay curled up on your side under the covers with him, letting your fingers dance along his arm, admiring the way the morning sunlight looked on his bare skin.

The sensation of your fingers slowly stroking up and down his arm proved to be enough to pull him from sleep, slowly blinking his eyes open, a faint smiling spreading across his face as you came into focus in front of him.

“Good morning.” He whispered, scooching over enough to wrap his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your waiting lips.

“Morning.” You hummed contentedly, rolling onto your back to let him rest his head against your shoulder. “I like this.”

“What?” He asked sleepily.

“Waking up with you.”

“Yeah? Is this something you could get used to?” Your eyes were closed, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Definitely.”

You’d thought you would feel more awkward about staying over at Jimin’s place for the first time, but almost as soon as you stepped through the door, all your nerves had vanished. Everything with Jimin always felt so natural, from arguing over what show to watch after dinner to brushing your teeth together to falling asleep in his arms. Even waking up next to him just felt so so right.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

Not yet.” You said, snuggling closer. “I want to stay here for a while.”

“I have no problem with that.” He chuckled, hands drifting along the strip of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up in your sleep, slowly trailing kisses up the side of your neck, earning a quiet laugh from you.

“Aren't you tired?” You chuckled.

“Of you? Never.” He replied, grinding his semi-hard length against your thigh.

The two of you had agreed you were going to ‘just sleep’ the night before, but what he hadn’t anticipated was just how much it would affect him to see you curled up in his bed, looking so cute in one of his t-shirts.

What had started out as a few teasing touches had quickly escalated to kissing and grinding, and then him between your legs, and then you clinging to him for dear life as he’d pounded you into the mattress.

Pulling you closer, Jimin continued to pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses, lightly kneading your hip as his hands ghosted closer to your core.

You flinched slightly, squirming away from his touch, letting out a small hiss of sensitivity.

As soon as the sound left your lips, he immediately froze, ceasing all of his menstrations as he pulled back to look up at you wide eyed.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“No, I’m just a little sensitive.” You said.

He frowned at that, his plush lips drooping into a tiny pout.

“My poor baby.” He cooed, reaching up to gently caress your face. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, my legs just aren’t used to getting the pretzel treatment.” You responded with a smirk, causing a faint dusting of pink to cover his cheeks, biting his lip to try and fight back a shy grin at your words.

It was always so funny to see how suddenly sheepish you could make him with just a few words, in contrast to his usual cool, confident aura that he held in bed. It almost made it hard to believe that he was the same person that had nearly folded you in half the night before.

He suddenly sat up, gently moving to sit between them.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused.

“Taking care of you.” He explained, gently lifting one of your legs and beginning to massage your thigh, trying to help ease some of the lingering soreness and tension in the muscles.

“Chim, I’m fine, it’s not that bad.” You said.

“Shh, just let me look after you.” He said, pressing a light kiss to the inside of your knee.

“Alright then.” You sighed dramatically, letting your fall closed again, earning a chuckle from Jimin.

You couldn’t deny, it felt amazing, Jimin’s careful fingers working along the tops of your thighs, kneading your muscles and turning you into a relaxed puddle on the bed. There were no sounds other than his occasional quiet apologies whenever you twitched or whined at a particularly tender spot.

You had almost fallen back to sleep when his sudden soft laughter pulled you from your trance, cracking your eyes open to see him staring down at you with an amused expression.

“What?” You giggled.

“You look like you've been through it.” He chuckled, taking in your mussed hair and sleep dazed expression.

“You’re one to talk, you look like you lost a fight with an octopus.” You giggled, taking note of the numerous pink and purple marks that decorated his neck and chest.

“Oh no, I definitely won.” He smirked, staring down at you with eyes that made your face flush with heat. “The poor octopus can’t even walk now.”

“Fuck you.” You laughed, trying to kick him but missing.

“Maybe later.” He replied, trailing a few more kisses along your inner thighs, ghosting over a few of the lingering marks from the night before, making a mental note to himself to replace them when they started to fade.

You squirmed lightly on his hold, feeling slightly sensitive in a different way now as you felt him smile against your skin.

“I love you.” You whispered.

He looked back up at you, his expression so tender it made your heart ache.

“I love you too.” He let your leg down, climbing back up to kiss you gently.

“Now, you mentioned something about breakfast?” You asked, making him laugh again.

“Yes, I did.” He nodded. “What would you like?”

“I don’t care, so long as there’s coffee.” You shrugged, giving him another soft peck.

“Anything for you.”

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jmvore · 5 months

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jimin blurb(s) #1

warning(s) » nothing, really just Jimin being sassy to an intern. a/n » I'm going to start doing little blurbs for my stories. I think it would be a nice and fun way to get a feel of my character(s) and how they act or just ideas I had that I know I am not going to write.

I had this idea of Jimin just being so damn needy. It doesn’t matter where he and Darling are. His desire is for you.

It is not always sexual in nature.

Some days, he simply wants to cuddle and be coddled. He visits you at the office? Well, be prepared for him to be in your lap and wanting to make out. You have work to be done? That’s okay, he’ll be good. He’ll stay quiet… until he can’t. Oh, you have a meeting? That’s okay. Everyone at the office knows who Jimin is and knows he doesn’t care about your business but is simply there to be with you. They have to endure the public display of PDA the two of you give. Some complain (it’s mostly Yuna because she’s always complaining about something), and others find it cute or amusing. Jealousy seems to run rampant, and well, one intern thought he could swoop in and take Jimin from you… little did he know, Jimin doesn’t take lightly to people like that. Remember, the man decided to test his luck and ask him out. One bombastic side eye and a roll of his eyes was all it took for the intern to know he messed up.

“Wow, you’ve changed a lot since I last saw you two minutes ago, darling.” He puts an emphasis on your nickname as his hand goes to his hip.

“What?”

“And, you’re not cute anymore. Oh my god, what happened to you?” Jimin frowns, glancing back at you to see you looking at him with a smirk before nodding. Sensing the intern's confusion, Jimin doubles down on the sass. He steps forward, and his voice drops a few octaves. “Listen. I don’t know who you think you are, but you probably shouldn’t ask out your boss’s boyfriend.”

As you signal Jimin, he flashes you a bright smile and gracefully walks towards you.

“And the answer is no. It’ll always be no. That’s embarrassing for you, sweetie.”

You confidently pat Jimin on the backside once he's closer before wrapping your arm around his waist. He giggles all the way back to your office.

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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :))

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy. “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

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