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Redamancy [BTS]
chapter two
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summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.
To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.
But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.
pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc
warnings: none
taglist: @frieschan || @writingwithmai || @osakis-gf || @hiefisch
Although I knew there were seven of them, it was no less shocking or intimidating now that they were standing in front of me. It was clear that they were all a different species which is shocking as most of the time, packs with both predator and prey hybrids don’t mesh well.
Some were hiding behind others. The ones in front did not look happy with the situation…understandably.
“Hello,” I say, observing how some of their ears twitched at the sound of my voice. “I was going to feed…I’m sorry I never got your name.” I turn my attention to the German Shepherd I welcomed in earlier.
“Hoseok,” he says.
I smile and he shifts on his feet. “I was going to feed Hoseok and offer a place to sleep while the storm is raging outside. He told me there were more of you so I thought I’d offer the same to you as well.”
One of the hybrids in the front watches me. He has shaggy gray ears and a tail to match. “Why?” He asks, tone flat and voice low.
“Do I…need a reason?” I ask and he narrows his eyes and I sigh. “Because you shouldn’t have to sleep outside in a storm like this. You shouldn't have to sleep outside at all to begin with.” They still just stand there. “I’m going to get some more towels so you can dry off. If you’re here when I get back, I’ll assume you accept my offer, and if not…” I take my leave then.
When I get back, I make a move closer to them with a stack of towels, and they shuffle backwards, some letting out low growls. I freeze, body tensing. Without taking my eyes off of them, I slowly place the towels on a side table by the couch. “Feel free to sit in the living room or the kitchen. Once we get some food in you I can show you to the showers and the bedrooms. You can take some of my brother’s clothes in the meantime.”
Moving into the kitchen to make more food, I don’t hear anything from the other room for a few minutes. Then there’s shuffling and I know they’re drying off. From what I can tell, they are all staying in there.
However, when I turn around to start bringing food to the kitchen table, I see the tall hybrid with the shaggy gray fur and I jump. “Motherfu–,” I slam my hand over my mouth before I finish the word. I’m sure he can hear the erratic beating of my heart.
His mouth twitches slightly. “Sorry.”
I wave him off after my heart calms down a little. “You’re fine. I just didn’t hear you coming in so I wasn’t expecting to see someone when I turned around. Would you mind bringing everyone to the table, please?” He nods and walks off.
I set all of the food out and notice that they are all standing off to the side, watching me. “...You can sit down.”
“Anywhere?” The small cat hybrid in the back says, moving to stand behind the others when my gaze turns to him.
I tilt my head slightly in confusion. “Of course, anywhere! I don’t have a preference so pick whichever spot you want.”
The predator hybrids seem to surround the prey around the table. The only spot left is by the shaggy gray one from before. It seems they want to protect the others from me should I try something.
They all wait for me to start filling my plate before they do the same. “So, I know Hoseok’s name. Can I know the rest? Also, I’m not really the best at identifying hybrids so if you’re comfortable I’d like to know what kind of hybrid you are.”
Hoseok is the first to speak up, still nervous, but clearly more comfortable with me than the rest because of our previous interaction. “German Shepherd,” he says, which makes sense as soon as he says it. His ears and tail are full of deep brown fur, both a bit wild from the conditions outside.
“Yoongi,” another one of them says, his tone and stare both cold, “Russian Blue cat.” It’s short and dirty, but it’s clear to see that his fur is a silvery gray color.
The small cat from before sits next to him, gripping his sleeve tightly. “Jimin…I’m a Calico.” His voice is timid and he avoids looking at me. His fur is a beautiful patchwork of black, orange and white.
One of the tallest ones speaks next, his tiny white ears barely visible through his hair. “I’m Seokjin,” his voice is quiet and kind. “I’m a ferret.”
“I’m Jungkook! I’m a rabbit,” one of the younger boys says. It’s then that I can hear the sound of thumping on the ground. His foot is tapping in excitement and he gives me a bright, but still nervous smile. I smile kindly at him and his eyes twinkle.
The big hybrid from before leans back in his seat next to me. “I’m a wolf,” he says and then pauses, as if waiting to see if I would run away in fear at this. I simply raise a questioning eyebrow in response and he smirks again. “My name is Namjoon.”
I finally turn my attention to the last hybrid and almost jolt when his striking feline eyes meet mine. They’re half lidded and observant. “Hello,” his voice is deep and echoes throughout the room. “My name is Taehyung, I’m a tiger.” He grins wickedly.
“I thought packs with predator and prey hybrids don’t usually work?” I ask.
“Most of us have been together since we were young,” Namjoon says. “Under the right circumstances bonds like ours can work.” His tone is suggestive when he talks about how they came together. It’s dark and angry. Clearly, the circumstances weren’t good ones.
The bunny is still bouncing his foot in anticipation under the table. “What’s your name?” He asks.
“I’m Wren,” I say, taking another bite of food.
“What do you do, Wren?” Yoongi asks in a purr. He leans forward, tone sly.
My gaze turns fond. “I’m a writer when I want to be but a professor everyday in between.” I love what I do. Most days I get to teach people about Greek mythology, something I’ve held a big interest in since I was little. And in between all of that, I get to write books about things from the deep recesses of my mind that others get to eventually enjoy.
“How did you guys end up out in the storm?” I ask. They all shift uncomfortably, those who were previously comfortable now retreated back into themselves. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Namjoon waves his hand dismissively. “It’s okay. It’s a reasonable question. We’ve been out on the streets for a while now. All of us have rotated to and from different owners and shelters since we were young. That’s how we met each other. We all eventually ended up on the streets and just stuck together after that.”
It was safe to say that after that, the lighthearted mood was gone.
When everyone finished eating, I guided them upstairs to the different bedrooms and bathrooms. “Here are some clothes. They should fit relatively well,” I hand them each a pile of clothes to choose from. “They’re my brothers. He used to live with me but when he moved out he left some stuff behind. There are towels and toiletries in the cabinets. You all can choose between any of the bedrooms except mine of course. So, any room besides the last one on the right is free reign. If you get hungry feel free to raid the kitchen, I just ask that you clean up any messes you make.”
I watch them all shuffle where they stand. I blow out a breath of air and awkwardly rock on my heels. “Well, if you need anything don’t be afraid to come ask. I have nothing going on tomorrow so don’t be afraid to wake me. All I ask is that you knock before you come into my room.” Knowing they won’t give me any further answers, I walk down the hall to my room. Giving them one last look over my shoulder, I quietly close the door behind me.
#𐙚 sfw !#bts#poly bts x reader#hybrid bts#poly bts#bts x oc#kim seokjin#kim taehyung#kim namjoon#jung hoseok#min yoongi#park jimim#jeon jungkook
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NOW WAS THAT LOUD MOAN AT THE END NECESSARY?????
I THINK TF NOT.
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How to Steal Moonlight |2|
Chapter 2. The Brawl
→ Pairing: mafia!BTS x reader (not poly)
→ word count: 3.1k (yes she's itty bitty)
→ warnings/tags: SFW, we're angry and fighting but we're also really thirsty?
→ a/n: hellloooo, it's me. updating with just a little chapter that's been sitting in my drafts for almost a year. pls accept this humble offering. for those of you still reading this, ily.
“Where is she?”
Tearing across the room, you rip the card from the lilies, taking a handful of the flowers along with you. Jungkook stares at you, a hint of fear in his eyes.
You’ve cracked. Shattered, and the pieces of you that were still intact are scattering across the ground until the only thing that’s left are the mangled lilies hanging from your hand.
“Who? What’s…tell me what’s going on!” He calls after you, wincing from the effort it took to yell. “Hey!”
You’re gone, out the door and striding down the corridor with death in your eyes. Namjoon and Hoseok appear, guns drawn. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks.
Fire licks up your veins just looking at him. All you can see is her, reflected in his eyes.
“Where’s Victoria?”
He stiffens, jaw set at the mere mention of her name. “What did she do?”
“Where is she?”
Hoseok answers after seeing the stricken look on Namjoon’s face. “Kitchen.”
It’s all the answer you need, already breaking out into a run. Hoseok hangs back, ducking his head into Jungkook’s room. Namjoon is hot on your heels, looking for all the world as though he’s trying to come up with an explanation but doesn’t dare hope for one.
“Victoria!” Shout echoing down the staircase, you take the stairs two at a time. The kitchen light is on, the voices inside quieting. All you see is red as you jump down to the landing. Free hand fumbling for something – anything. A knife, a gun, an old newspaper.
A pack of gum is all you can find in your pockets, but you hold it as if it’s your preferred weapon as you burst into the kitchen. Both Yoongi and Jimin sit at the island, the latter holding a spoon of cereal to his mouth.
Victoria sits at the table, feet up, face hiding behind a book. Her eyes are icy as they flick up to your form, sliding to the hulking figure of Namjoon behind you.
Taking advantage of the distraction, you huck the pack of gum with every ounce of power you have.
It flies through the air, spiraling as it shoots like a torpedo before connecting square with Victoria’s exposed forehead.
“You little-” she drops the book, massaging the already red welt. “Did you just hit me with a pack of gum?”
Legs carrying you over to the table, you sidestep a bemused Yoongi and yank Victoria’s chair out. “Recognize this?” The card hits the table along with the lilies, crest facing the ceiling. Victoria has the good sense to flinch away from it as if it were a live snake baring its fangs.
“What are you on about this time?” Her eyes meet yours, that insufferable smirk eating up her face. You have half a mind to slap it off, raising your hand to do so, but something holds you back.
No, not something. Someone.
“Let me go,” you hiss, yanking your hand from Namjoon’s grasp. He stares down at you with a stony expression, jaw twitching. “And you,” stepping closer, you block off any escape route. “You have ten seconds to tell me how this got here before I pick a bone to break.”
Namjoon shuffles closer, eyes lit from the inside with an unholy flame. “Skipping straight to violence, capa? Since when were you the one to get their hands dirty?”
“Don’t think I’m about to start paying you for your opinion.”
Yoongi appears at Namjoon’s shoulder. “Step back, Namjoon.”
“Are you kidding me right now? She’s gonna kill her!”
“That’s sweet, Joon,” Victoria croons, sparing him a withering look. “Glad to see you still care when it’s convenient.”
Yoongi pulls Namjoon back a few steps, the job considerably easier now that he’s been impaled on Victoria’s barbed words. Jimin remains at the island, pouring more cereal into his bowl while he watches the show.
“Ten seconds,” you remind Victoria. She rolls her eyes, grabbing the crest and holding it up to the light. “Did Yadiel teach you the easiest way to break a clavicle, too?”
She snarls, throwing the card back onto the table. “He taught me lots of things, kid, though I doubt he dared touch you. His precious little student could never stoop to such lows, could she?”
Seokjin has wandered in now, taking in the view with an air of boredom. He approaches the island, tapping Jimin’s shoulder. “This seat taken?”
“All yours.”
“Your nose might be the better choice,” you muse, cold fury sludging through your bloodstream. “It might be an improvement.”
Victoria laughs, the sound high and shrill. It grates against your ears. “You really think you’re something, don’t you? I’m absolutely terrified. Look, I’m shaking.” She extends her arm out in a mock show-and-tell, and you seize it, holding her elbow straight.
Voice dropping into a lover’s murmur, you approach a different tactic. “Shaking like you do when you let yourself fall asleep?” Victoria’s face flickers between resentment and shock as you speak. “I’ve heard you calling out, Victoria. What are you dreaming about?” She shuts down, expression turning impassive in a last-ditch effort to avoid showing her hand. “Do you lie to yourself and say that you would’ve killed him if you had the chance? Is the fact that I’m the one that did it what keeps you up at night?”
One moment, you’re standing before her, and the next she’s pinning you to the ground. Stars dance in your vision as your skull hits the tile, the world a mess of gnashing teeth and hair. You struggle to get a hand free, distracting her as you suddenly flip your weight, sending her toppling to the floor beneath you. Somehow you clamber to your feet, momentum churning.
“You ran away!” She accuses, kicking out as you lunge for her. Blinded by rage, you receive the kick square in the stomach. “You shot him, and all this time, you’ve probably thought that he was afraid of you. That he never sought you out for fear that you’d finish what you started.”
“I did,” you wheeze. Around the kitchen, everyone stands frozen. Seokjin keeps twitching in his seat, jaw set. “I killed him, in the end.”
“Only because Taehyung let you.”
Your head snaps up to see the expression on her face. Braid undone; Victoria’s greasy hair frames the exhausted expression on her face. “He didn’t…” but you trail off, unable to finish the sentence. Victoria nods before lashing out once more, going for your legs. This time you expect it, spinning out and tripping her. Instead of dropping to the ground she grunts, pulling you down with her. Your teeth sing with the impact.
“Yadiel waited for Taehyung’s order to return like a good dog. Why do you think that was? He wanted you back, Bianchi. Talked about it all the time.” She laughs as you elbow her, causing her to lose her grip. “I almost killed him myself a couple times purely because he wouldn’t shut up about his little Bianchi princess!”
The thought makes your stomach flip, recalling the feeling of his breath curling over your ear – the prolonged touches along your hips as he adjusted your stance.
You try to roll away, but Victoria is faster. She pulls you back, sitting on your spine as your face digs into the floor. “You wonder why he dressed me up in red? Have you ever thought about that? Red dresses, red nails, red lips. Everything red – I think it helped him forget that I was just a consolation prize. Something Taehyung gifted him to keep him quiet.”
The humiliation of being pummeled in front of your crew makes your cheeks burn a sharper scarlet, but try as you might to break free, Victoria holds on all the tighter. She isn’t done.
“You have no idea what he had planned for you, do you? The life he wanted. All the things he was going to…” Victoria stumbles over her own words, her breath catching.
The truth is staring you in the face, and you think you’re going to be sick on the kitchen floor. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes against the thought.
“I’m you.” She rises with one last push off your body, sneering. Even with your blurred vision you can see the tear tracks on her cheeks. “I’m the version that couldn’t get away. Better looking, smarter. Not quite as noble as his little Bianchi. But you all the same.”
Victoria walks back to the table, ignoring you as you flip onto your back. Grabbing the lilies and the card, she stands above you. You stare back up at her, having the distinct feeling that you’re six feet under, staring up from your grave as she throws flowers down.
“If you think for even one second that I’d do anything for Kim Taehyung, I’ll personally dig your grave next to Yadiel’s. Understood?”
Nobody speaks as she storms from the kitchen, leaving you still on your back. You can hear every step she takes up the stairs, stomping away back to whatever hole it is she hides in when she wishes to disappear. The kitchen is silent as a mouse as everyone sits in shock, staring down at your prone body.
“She’s got spirit, Namjoon,” you spit out. “I’ll give you that.”
Namjoon looks disheveled despite the fact that Victoria never laid a finger on him. He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from your glare.
“I’m…”
“Don’t apologize.” You roll up onto your knees, back screaming in protest. No serious damage, but enough to bruise more than your pride. “Run a perimeter around the building.”
He doesn’t stick around long enough to say anything more, Yoongi hot on his heels. Jimin’s eyes dance between their retreating figures and you. “Er…So, I’m gonna go see a guy about some hubcaps…”
As soon as he vanishes, you become ultra-aware of being alone here with Seokjin. He strides over, kneeling in front of you so he’s eye level.
“Where’d you find this?” He asks, picking the discarded card up from off the floor. The sight of it makes you nauseas.
“Flowers. On Jungkook’s side table.”
“Oh.” He lets it flutter back to the ground, fingers finding your hair as he pushes it back gently. “How’d that feel?”
Your eyes shut, forcing yourself to see nothing but black. “Which part? The part when I realized that our security measures are an absolute joke? Or when I got laid out by Namjoon’s ex?”
Seokjin cracks a smile that quickly turns into a sympathetic wince. “If it makes you feel any better, you just got more action than Namjoon’s had in years.”
Croaking out a laugh, you lean heavily on the side of the table and rise to your feet. Seokjin watches your every breath, something hard and calculating hiding behind those dark eyes of his.
“Spit it out,” you say, although it comes out as more of a whisper than anything.
“I just…” he shakes his head. “Not sure this is the appropriate moment to say this-”
“Seokjin.” He meets your eyes at your firm tone. “Out with it.”
He frowns, staring down at the table. It strikes you at that moment just how tall he is. He certainly towers over you, but it’s the way he’s ever so slightly hunched over, as if shielding you from what lies beyond these four walls. It makes you lean in a little closer, hand reaching out to grasp the sleeve of his sweater.
Seokjin’s eyes flash as you sway into view, latching onto yours with an electric shock. He visibly swallows before he speaks.
“If you’re going to fight,” he murmurs, “you need to avoid getting so beat up.”
You can’t help but scoff. “Are you seriously telling me to win next time?”
“And if I am?”
“Well,” you shrug. “It couldn’t be helped. She was better. Angrier.”
Seokjin shakes his head, eyes dropping to the ground as he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the table. You rest against it, arching a brow.
This man. You don’t know where you two stand, or where you’re going. Everything since that night you kissed is a blur – a memory that you find playing on repeat at all hours of the day. Whatever this is, it’s impossible not to feel as if you’re being pulled in by his personal magnetic field.
He grasps your hands only to plant them firmly on the tabletop, making you lean back even farther. Any hope that he didn’t hear your faint gasp is diminished when he grins, cheeks reddening.
“Next time, it’s ok to play a little dirty,” he whispers. He clamps down on his smile long enough to nose along your throat. You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding as he pauses, lips trailing just below your jaw.
Your eyes slip shut as you frown. “That’s hardly fair,” you respond, lungs no longer functioning as Seokjin plants an obscenely innocent kiss to your neck. It’s quickly followed by another, this one much slower.
You can feel his smile against your skin, sending goosebumps racing along your flesh. “You’re seriously concerned about fair? In our line of work?”
It’s silly, you know that. To be concerned about keeping score while working as a glorified thief. Yet it’s how you’ve always worked. Keeping track of the hits, as though counting cards in a casino.
A part of you had always thought that you could anticipate when the next blow would come. Now, you can hardly get back up again before Taehyung strikes again.
Seokjin pauses, straightening up until he meets your eyes.
“You’re thinking about him again.”
Not a question – not that it needs to be. He seems to be able to sense it whenever you get sidetracked like this. It’s certainly not the first time that it’s come between you and what you want.
Which is Seokjin. Your heart seems to beat out his name as you frown. Seok-jin, Seok-jin. Seok-jin.
It’s a struggle to not lean forward, lose yourself in his touch rather than have to face the issue nipping at your skin.
“I don’t want to be,” you whisper, eyes closing. “I hate this. Everything he’s left behind.”
“What will you do?”
There’s his lips again, whispering into your hair. He’s pulling you against him, letting you rest in his arms. Your mind flicks back to your earlier revelation. Seokjin, coming into your bedroom. Checking on you. Just making sure you’re still there.
You’re both too broken for this.
“Tonight? Start looking into staff. Doctors, nurses, janitors. Whoever might be on his side. Someone here must have planted the card.”
A pause. “And then?”
“Seokjin, I...” you chew on the inside of your cheek as the truth roils through your veins. Leaning back, you look up into his dark eyes. See the fear that sometimes grips him in the middle of the night, lingering just below the surface. The something else that you never know what to make of.
You let out a long breath. The something else in his eyes wins out.
“I’ll go with you.”
Killing a man has consequences. Of the bad sort, typically. Jail time, guilty conscience, a trail of blood and tears left behind. Nasty business.
Yet standing here, now, you just can’t find it in yourself to care.
“Jungkook, lay down.”
He obliges, bed creaking. The glare he directs toward the end of his nose is most likely directed your way, although you can’t be sure. It could be for the chocolate pudding, now out of reach.
Hoseok, sitting on the edge of his bed, reaches it and passes it back to him. “So...how do you want to go about this?”
Everyone is here, even Victoria. She sits in the back, near the door. There’s a bruise blooming along her jaw. This you add to the list of things you don’t care about. Besides, you’re fairly certain she gave you a concussion.
“Do we even have eyes on his location?” Jimin asks. “Did he actually go home?”
Yoongi clears his throat. “He was last spotted five days ago. Looks like he’s holed up in his family’s estate for the moment.”
Like the rat he is.
You clap your hands together, wincing at the loud sound. “Great. Here’s the thing – we can’t all hop on a plane and jet over to Italy-”
“Sicily,” Jimin and Hoseok speak in unison.
“Same thing. We can’t all show up looking for him. We’d be caught out in no time. So – here's the deal. Yoongi, you’re here. We have business with the Genovese family, which you’ll be heading up. Don’t look at me like that – we've talked about this. Jimin, Hoseok, you’ll be helping him.”
Hoseok frowns, but it’s Jimin that complains. “There’s no way you’re leaving me behind. You’ve already broken the terms of our contract-”
Your ears burn bright red as you recall that Jimin – Jimin, the gods-forsaken heathen – is the one who found out about you and Seokjin. And now he’s blackmailing you with it.
“- and I’ll do much worse than that if you don’t do as I ask,” you finish for him, offering up a sickly sweet smile. “Namjoon, Seokjin, with me. We’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow for Italy-”
“Sicily,” Jimin groans forlornly.
“- so pack your bags. We’ll go over the details on the plane and fill the rest of you in.”
Jungkook makes a sound of protest from his bed, and struggles to sit up on his elbows. “Take me with you!”
“No.”
“Sorry, I meant to say, I’m going with you.”
You turn your back on him, heading toward the door. “No, you’re not. You’re not in any state to go anywhere right now, Kook. You’ll stay here. When you’re ready, you’ll join Yoongi and assist him here.”
“But I-”
His protests are cut off by an icy voice. “I’m going with you.”
You stop in your tracks. “You don’t want that.”
Victoria rises from her seat. The fire in her eyes hasn’t gone down yet. If anything, it’s burning brighter than before. As she nudges past Namjoon, she tilts her chin up a bit higher.
“Take me with you.”
She stops right in front of you, and you see it, then. What she needs. All the pent up anger and the sheer sense of loss she must feel after losing herself to Yadiel.
All of it is Taehyung’s fault.
I’m you, she’d said in the kitchen. As she gazes into your eyes unflinchingly, you can’t help but know she’s right.
“One condition.”
Her head tllts to the side, interested. “Name your price.”
The smile threatening to break through is difficult to contain. Still, you manage it. “Teach me how to fight like you.”
Victoria grins, and the sight is unnerving. Feral.
A reflection of yourself.
“Deal.”
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Undressing and devouring their pretty baby ♡
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Chapter One: First Day at Playcare!
(6,600 words.)
♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!
REQUESTS OPEN :)
RULES IN END NOTES!
♡ Characters:
Little!Reader
CG Jungkook
CG Taehyung
Playcare Owner Hoseok
EA Felix
EA Hyunjin
Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin
Everyone else is Teachers!
��� Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!
After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!
Time to be brave!
Notes: Welcome! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!
This is a very fluffy, very relaxed series that hopefully you can immerse yourself in!
There will be some angst but mostly fluff!
In this universe, Littlespace is permanent. If you don't know much about Littlespace, please research the topic elsewhere, since this story doesn't reflect how Littlespace functions in real life! Thank you!
The car's tyres grind against the tarmac as Jungkook pulls into the Little Sunshine Playcare's car park, a single storey building coming into view. It's made of caramel colored wood and black metal, a big welcome sign at the front that has a smiling cartoon sun attached to it. Arts and crafts are stuck to insides of the windows, so many colorful handprints reaching out to you as if giving you high-fives.
You tuck your chin into the soft collar of your pink sweater, peering at them nervously through your lashes.
As Jungkook chooses a parking space and turns off the engine, Taehyung twists around in his seat.
A kind smile graces his face. "Are you ready for your first day, sweetness?"
"Umm-..."
You glance back outside.
There's a man holding the hand of a colourfully dressed woman walking up to the front safety gate. He pulls the little knob and guides her through to the door, stopping to poke some buttons on a square thingy on the wall before heading inside.
"I dunno, Papa," You mumble as they leave your sight.
What if they don't wanna play with you? What if your teachers are meanies, and not nice like your Daddy and Papa?
"You don't know?" He sing-songs, pouting and reaching out to pinch your knee playfully. "Are you a little bit scared?"
Hang on.
You didn't say that!
Jungkook turns just in time to see you gasp, giggling to himself.
"I'm not scared!" You protest. "I'm not scared of anything, Papa!"
"Aww. I know."
Jungkook is sceptical. "No? Not even Lord Tirek?"
You think back to last night, when the big, scary monster appeared on the screen and you just had to hide in your Papa's arms.
You admit, "Maybe I'm scared of some things."
Taehyung smacks your Daddy on the shoulder, eyes wide behind his black glasses. "Luckily there's no Lord Tirek here then, right?"
"Right, Jagi," He agrees guiltily.
"Come on. It's time to get out now, sweetness."
You hug your teddy bear to your chest as they both exit the car.
Taehyung appears at your window, pulling your door open and leaning over you. He takes the big, red car seat buckle laying on your belly in his hands and clicks the two halves apart. The straps fall over your shoulders as he slots his hands under your armpits.
"Let's not forget your present," He reminds you, lifting you out of the seat and onto the ground.
As Jungkook rounds the car, he catches you chewing on your teddy's ear.
"Ah-ah," He chides, his tattooed hand coming up to pull it from your lips. "That's yucky. Be nice to Mr Bear, okay?"
"Sorry, Mr Bear."
"And?"
"Sorry, Daddy."
"Thank you."
"Here it is." Taehyung pulls out the bakery carry-box, slamming the door closed and carefully passing it to you. "Gentle hands."
"Good job." Jungkook praises. "It's not too heavy?"
"S'fine, Daddy."
Walking through the car park together, Taehyung strokes his hand through your hair, fixing the few fly-aways that have slipped from your piggy tails he very lovingly styled you in this morning. Your Papa is great at doing hair. Oh, and at picking outfits.
He's wearing a beige knitted vest over a plain white shirt, baggy pants, big shoes, and a beret.
The hairdresser's he works at lets him wear whatever he wants!
Jungkook, though; He has to wear a suit every day.
"Wooooow. Is that right?" Your taller parent exclaims. "You must be very strong?"
"Yes, I am, Daddy." You agree, plodding along.
For some reason, as he opens the gate and lets you through, both of them break out in chuckles above you. You don't know what's so funny about saying that! When you carried that heavy bag of rice at the shops yesterday, Daddy only had to help a little.
The door makes a clicking sound as the code is punched in, Jungkook pushing it open gentlemanly.
As you step into the foyer, you're suddenly hit with the feeling of being lost in a new place. You got lost in the supermarket once and it was so scary. Even scarier than Lord Tirek. You were about to be lost forever and ever until your Daddy finally found you.
You don't want to be alone again. No, no, no! A sad moan leaving your throat, you drop the bakery box onto the floor and wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, smooshing your face into his breast through the black fabric. You're never letting go!
"Oh!" Taehyung exclaims, picking the small box back up. "Whoopsies."
"Whoopsies," Jungkook croons.
"Good morning," The lady at the desk greets, before her eyes widen. "Would you like some help?"
"We've got it." Your Papa assures her. "We're here to sign in Jeon-Kim Haen, please."
"Of course. Just a moment."
"I'm scared," You muffle.
"It's okay, baby." Jungkook soothes, rubbing your back. "Remember what you said before?"
I'm not scared of anything!
"I lieeeed." You complain. "I'm sc- scared of Lord Tirek and the air frier and scorpions and getting lost!"
Taehyung plucks a tissue from the reception desk box, bending to mop the yellow frosting off the floor.
Jungkook tsks sadly. "Maybe. But you're still very brave, Haen-ie."
"I'm b'ave?"
"Of course you are. Can you say, 'I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, brave girl'?"
"I'm- I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, b'ave girl."
"Good morning!" A new voice comes lilting into the room. You squeeze Jungkook even tighter, turning your head ever so slightly to get a look at the newcomer. A man as tall as your Daddy is approaching the three of you, dressed in an orange hoodie and looking like he swallowed the sun and all the stars for breakfast, the light trying to escape through his face. "Did we have a little accident?"
"We did," Tae laughs, throwing the used tissue and squished cupcake into a nearby bin.
"Don't worry. No harm done!"
His black hair is tousled neatly over his forehead, a rainbow lanyard laying against his chest.
"She's nervous about her first day." Jungkook explains, stroking your cheek. "Had a bit of a scare coming in."
The man smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons. "You must be Haen-ie. I'm Hoseok-seonsangnim. It's nice to meet you!"
"Hello, Hoseok-seonsangnim." You murmur politely. "Are the cupcakes okay?"
Taehyung chuckles. "They're for her classmates."
"Wow, that's very nice of you." Hoseok gasps, looking through the little plastic windows. "Ooooh, yummy. They look perfect."
You let him know, "You can have one, too."
The three of them burst into soft laughter.
"Awww. Thank you, Haen-ie. You're a very kind girl. How about we go share them with everyone? Would you like to do that?"
You pause, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay."
"Awesome! Good idea." He praises, even though the idea was his, taking the box. "You'll have so much fun today!"
"You hear that? Come say goodbye to Papa-bear, sweetness."
You let go of your Daddy to fall into Taehyung's embrace, trying not to feel too scared as he wraps you up safely in his arms, rocking you gently from side to side and growling like a big, happy bear. When he pulls back, he kisses your forehead and passes you off to Jungkook, who gives you a quicker, lighter hug and reminds you not to chew on Mr Bear because he likes his ears to be clean.
"I won't, Daddy." You promise, earning another kiss to the forehead.
"Good girl. Daddy and Papa will come and pick you up later, okay?"
"Okay."
One last kiss. "We love you."
"Love you," Tae smiles.
"Love you, Daddy, Papa."
Hoseok offers his hand to you. "Come on, Haen-ie. Let's go share these yummy cupcakes, huh?"
Taking his hand in yours, you bravely let him guide you away.
"What flavor are the cupcakes, Haen-ie?"
"They're chocolate," You tell him, remembering what Papa asked the baker-lady for this morning.
"Oooh. I loooove chocolate." Your teacher gushes, giving your hand a bit of a squeeze as you walk side by side down the bright corridor. Splodgy paintings and crayon drawings hang from little wooden pegs along the wall, all the cats and dogs and dragons and two headed shark-giraffe hybrids all grinning down at you with silly faces and glittery decorations. "Is chocolate your favorite, too?"
"Uh-huh." You sheepishly nod. "I like it- I like it even betterer than vanilla, but Papa likes strawberry."
"He likes strawberry, does he? What about Daddy?"
"Daddy likes chocolate, too. He goes to the gym a lot, but he says it's healthy so we can eat lots!"
He laughs at that. "Well, I don't know about 'healthy', but it sure is delicious. Oh, look! Here's our classroom!"
You come to a stop in front of a door with a sticker on it that says, 'A2.'
Glancing back down the corridor, you notice the foyer is suddenly very empty. No Daddy, no Papa. Hoseok distracted you. You face forward again, taking a deep breath and telling yourself, I'm Daddy and Papa's brave girl, as he knocks on the door.
It opens. A man with long, wavy hair smiles sweetly at the both of you, moving to let you inside.
"Good morning!" He greets, closing the door behind you. "This must be our new friend, Haen-ie."
The classroom is bustling, filled with squealing laughter as Baby Shark plays loudly from somewhere.
"We're doing some dancing right now. It helps shake out all those early-morning jitters." He explains. "My name is Hyunjin-ie. It's so exciting to meet you! I'm one of the EAs in this room, so I'll be helping you get settled in today! Does that sound good?"
"What's an EA, Hyunjin-ie?"
"It means, 'Educational Assistant'. That means my job is to be your best friend and help you with your work!"
When you giggle, Hoseok adds, "We've got some delicious chocolate cupcakes here for everyone, too."
"Ohh! Cupcakes? I knew today was going to be a great day."
"Excuse me, friends!" Hoseok calls out over the song, getting everyone's attention. "I know we're all having fun dancing, but we have a new classmate here joining us today and she's very kindly brought us some delicious cupcakes to eat together!"
Exclamations break out across the room. "Cupcakes!!"
As the kids come running over, Hoseok sets the box down on the nearest activity table. "Everyone, say thank you to Haen-ie!"
"Thank you, Haen-ie!"
"Thank you, Haen-ie!"
"I love you, Haen-ie!"
A shy smile makes its way onto your face, realizing that nobody here is mean like you thought they would be.
Your classmates jump up and down like pieces of popcorn as Hoseok hands a small cupcake to you first, then sharing the rest of them to the gathered crowd, reminding them all to be patient and thanking them for their nice manners.
Peeling back your cupcake's paper liner, you take a big, big bite.
Mmm. Chocolate with sweet, yellow frosting and a tiny, bear-shaped cookie sticking out of it.
"Thank you, Heun-ie!" A boy exclaims, his chin smeared with frosting. "Dis is soooo yummy!"
You smile, "My Papa buyed them."
"I love your Papa."
"I love my Papa, too."
"Nice manners, Jimin-ie." Hoseok praises him, handing the last of the cupcakes to EA Hyunjin and two other men who must be teachers. "Haen-ie, you've already met Hyunjin, but this here is EA Yeongbok-ie and Teacher Yoongi-seonsangnim."
The first man, Yeongbok; he has blonde hair, the color of vanilla cookies, and a wonky, toothy smile sweeter than every cookie in the world. He gives you an enthusiastic wave, his voice deeper than even your Papa's. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"
The second man, Yoongi, looks a bit like a sleepy, smiley cat. "Hello, Haen-ie."
"Hello," You wave back.
"We can meet the rest of your teachers later, but Yeongbok here is our second EA, and Yoongi is our very talented music teacher."
The man snorts. "I play recorders, Hoseok."
"All the same."
"Do you like music, Haen-ie?" Yeongbok asks as he pulls out a wooden seat for you, sitting in the one next to it.
"Okay, everyone! Sit down to eat, please!"
As everyone gets settled, you sit down next to Yeongbok and Hyunjin while Yoongi walks off with his cupcake.
"I like to sing with my Daddy and Papa," You tell the friendly EAs, your two new best friends.
"You guys just moved here from Geochang, didn't you?"
"Yeah," The mention of your old home sends a pang through your heart. It was a lot different than here. The streets were lined with wild grass and old, proud houses, always a breathtaking view of the mountains sitting on the horizon. "We got here two days ago."
"Well, we're very happy to have you here." Hyunjin smiles like a pretty prince. "What do you like about Seoul so far?"
Oh, um... You've never thought about that up until now.
"I like Han River," You guess, popping the biscuit in your mouth. "And we're going to Teseum Teddy Bear museum this weekend."
"Uwaaah," Yeongbok exclaims, "That sounds exciting?"
You nod, chewing, the wet crumbs falling from your lips and into your lap. "Bea'ws are my fav'ite animal."
"Oooh, careful," He warns, taking the handkerchief out of his pants' pocket and using it to clean you up.
"Oh! Sorryyyy."
"Don't worry." He brushes the crumbs off your sweater, and then your bear's fat, brown nose. "Look. It's as if nothing ever happened!"
"Daddy doesn't like it when I get my things dirty," You babble, giving the teddy a kiss as an apology, "Or chew on Mr Bear's ears."
"Aaah," Hyunjin hums understandingly, "So you're going to be one of the messy ones."
"You're going to love art class."
"I love art class!" A nearby boy butts in. "I made a painting for my Mommy yesterday!"
"Yes, and you used yourself as the canvas, didn't you?" He jokes, pinning him with an cool, sassy look.
The boy does nothing but giggle, his teeth covered in bits of chocolate cake, before running off to join his friends again.
"That's Jeongin-ie."
As you bite and swallow the last chunk of your cupcake, Yeongbok stands from the small seat, leaving his own cupcake on the table and offering his hand to you. "All done? Let's go put your bag away in the cubby before class starts, okay?"
"Okay, Yeongbok-ie." You agree, grabbing his pale hand and following him.
He takes you over to the wall besides the classroom door, where the cubby shelves are all stuffed with the other Little's backpacks, books, spare clothes, and water bottles. Coloured strips of paper are velcroed above each one, their names printed on them.
'Jimin', 'Jeongin', 'Maru', 'Nathan', and even your name! You point it out to Yeongbok, who chuckles in that delicate, tinkling way of his that makes it sound like he's a magical xylophone. He takes off your purple backpack and places it in the cubby below your tag.
Returning to the sitting area together, you spot Hyunjin and Yoongi helping tidy the aftermath.
"This one was yours," Yoongi nods toward an empty liner, wiping down the table with a cloth. "Go put it in the trash, please."
Hyunjin adds, "You too, Jeongin."
"Okayyyy." The boy sing-songs. "Fine."
Scooping up your trash and dumping it in the nearby bin, everybody works hard to clean up before settling down in their assigned seats at the activity tables strewn across the room. You're unsure where to go, awkwardly hugging Mr Bear, but sweet EA Yeongbok is there to help you again, taking your hand and guiding you to a table near the toy boxes. Jeongin and Jimin are sitting there, too.
"Ooh, Haen-ie. Look." The man points at the back of the chair. "What's that?"
You follow his finger.
Wow! It's another tag with your name on it!
"My name!" You exclaim proudly as you sit down. "This is my chair, Yeongbok-ie!"
"You're right. It is your chair," The man praises this genius discovery, as he drags another chair over and sits next to you.
Hyunjin and Yoongi are both sitting at other tables, joking with the kids around them.
"Hi! I'm Jimin!" The boy in front of you cheers.
"I'm Jeongin!"
"These are your table-mates, Haen-ie. Say hello?"
"Hello," You greet, using Mr Bear's fluffy arm to wave to them. "It's my first day today!"
"Why is it your first day?"
"We moved here." You explain, "And my old playcentre is too far away to visit, now."
"Awwww," Jimin pouts.
"That's so sad!"
"It is a little bit sad," Yeongbok validates, his tone comforting, "But she's going to make lots of new friends here, isn't she?"
Jeongin nods so fast you think his head might fall off. "I'll be your friend, Haen-ie!"
"Me, too! Do you like dinosaurs?"
Glancing at the T-Rex printed on his blue sweater, you shrug. "Um... A little."
"Oh." He deflates, perking right back up again afterwards. "It's okay! I'll still be your friend!"
"Yeah! He's friends with me, and I like sharks, but he doesn't like sharks, and we're still friends."
"Okay, guys," Yeongbok interrupts, placing a finger over his lips, "Sh, sh, sh. Let's listen to Hoseok-seonsangnim, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
"It's time for our first class of the day, friends." You turn your attention to the front of the classroom, peering over Jimin's shoulder as Hoseok drags the wheelie whiteboard into view, uncapping an orange marker and smiling brightly at his class. "Now, Yoongi-seonsangnim and I were nice enough to let you guys have some cupcakes before class this morning, weren't we?"
"Yeah!" You all reply at once.
"Yeah! Fun, right? So do you think you'll all be able to put your learning caps on, now?"
As he mimes putting on a big hat, you all copy him.
Even Yoongi, Hyunjin, and Yeongbok, too!
"Perfect!" He lowers his hands. "Does anyone know what we're going to be learning today?"
The whole class starts giggling hysterically as he glances at the laminated chart on the wall, which very obviously reads, Monday, 1. Music, 2. Arts and Crafts, 3. Snack Break, 4. Math, 5. Nap Time, 6. Lunch Break, 7. Reading, in bubble letters.
Everyone shouts out, "Music!"
"It's Music!"
"Music, Hoseok!"
"It's what?" Your teacher squints, cupping his ear. "We're learning what?"
You join in the chaos, shouting, "Music!!"
"Aaaaah. Music! Why didn't you say that the first time?"
Silly Hoseok-seonsangnim. You guys did say that!
"Let's start with our word of the day first, and then we get out the instruments." Turning and writing, Word of the Day, at the top of the whiteboard, he faces forward and looks directly at you. "How about you choose today's word, Haen-ie?"
Oh! You?!
"There's no wrong answers," Yeongbok encourages you when he notices your apprehension. "What about Bear?"
You give a quick nod. "You say, please?"
He happily reports back to your teacher, "The word of the day is Bear!"
"Oooh. Good choice. Let's all use the letters at our tables and have a go spelling Bear!"
"Oh! I know, I know!" Jimin exclaims, wiggling impatiently as your EA reaches into the middle of the table and pulls out a velcro board and a cup of felt letters from the basket of supplies, splaying them out. "Let me do it! I know!"
He grabs the pile of letters, pulling out a flimsy G character and sticking it to the board.
"Good job, Jimin-ie." Yeongbok slides the letters in front of you. "Haen-ie's turn, now. We have to work as a team!"
Humming thoughtfully, you sound out the word Bear in your head. There's a Guh, and then an Ohhhhh. Must be O.
You stick the O character below the G.
When it's Jeongin's turn, he sticks down an M character, completing the simple Hangul symbol.
"Is everybody ready? Show us your boards!"
Chatter fills the room again as Yeongbok holds up the board for you.
Hoseok glances from table to table, nodding, "Correct! Yep, correct! Well done! Yeongbok's table, correct!"
Your EA gives you a high-five.
Yay!
"Hyunjin's table," He sucks in a breath at the last group, "I'm afraid that's not quite right."
Everyone at the table groans in defeat and starts throwing accusations around.
"I told you it was just one M!"
"Hyunjinnnnn!"
"You didn't listen!"
Yoongi's laughing behind his hand, shoulders shaking.
The kids keep heckling him as he grumpily throws down the letter in his hand.
Yeongbok laughs, "Maybe you need to move to the baby's room, Hyung? What do you guys think?"
"Baby's room!" The girl next to Hyunjin chants. "Baby's room!"
Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at her.
"Okay. Okay," Hoseok chuckles, taking back control of the room as Yoongi stands up. "Time for music, now."
When Namjoon checks his watch, he announces, "Snack break, everyone!"
Jumping up from your seat and pulling your bucket hat on, you can't wait to eat!
You file out into the play yard with everyone else, finding a spot at one of the picnic tables. Hoseok and Namjoon-seonsangnim wheel out two carts of food, approaching each table and handing out the small bowls. Namjoon; You met him during Arts and Crafts. He's tall and muscly like a sports teacher, but he actually teaches art and English, his face round like a toffee candy, both cheeks dimpled.
"Hello, everyone." He greets, placing a plastic bowl and spoon in front of you. "Did you have fun in art today?"
"Thank you," You remember your manners, licking your lips at the sight of the sliced fruit and yoghurt.
"You're welcome, Haen-ie."
As you stick your spoon in, Seungmin exclaims, "Yeah! I maked a rainbow! It was really pretty."
"'Made'." Hoseok calls out.
The boy corrects himself. "I made a rainbow."
"Yes, I saw. It was pretty."
Gulping down the dollop of yoghurt and crunchy apple pieces, you gaze out at the patch of sunlight nearby. Your class's art creations are drying in the sun, the pieces of paper swaying in the breeze, wrinkled from all the glue and pom poms on them.
"I made a dinosaur with Jimin," You garble as Namjoon walks away with the cart, your mouth full.
The boy nods. "It was a brontosaurus. Brontosauruses are the ones with the-!"
"The long necks," The girl across from him rolls her eyes. "We know."
Your dinosaur's neck was five pompoms long!
He gasps. "You like dinosaurs, too, Ahyun?!"
"No. You just talk about them all the time." She glances up from her bowl. "Haen, you have glue on your elbow."
You do? Shrugging a shoulder, you peer down at the side of your arm and scratch the dried flake off.
"And paint on your shoulder."
Oh, she's right. There's a pink splat on your sweater. You hope your Daddy won't be too upset.
"And on your hand."
... Oh.
"She got really messy," The girl beside her giggles. "She's like my baby brother, and he's only one!"
"I think she's messier," She jokes, making your cheeks go hot.
"Are you one, Haen-ie?"
"No. I'm nineteen," You mumble uncomfortably, hiding your paint-covered hand under the table. "And four on the inside."
"You should go sit somewhere else," Ahyun chirps. "I don't want you to get me dirty!"
"She won't," Jimin frowns.
"Yes, she will!"
Whatever. You don't want to sit with Ahyun, either. You pick up your bowl and stand from the wooden bench, storming over to the playground and ducking under one of the platforms. You hide away in a dark corner to finish eating your snack in peace.
Tears start burning at the edges of your eyes when you catch a second glimpse at your ruined sweater.
"Haen-ie? Sweetie?"
Sniffling, you watch Hyunjin as he searches the playground, coming to a sudden stop when he sees you. He looks like he's about to explain that you're not allowed to eat in the playground, but something in his expression changes and he crouches down.
"Haen-ie, sweetie, what are you doing all the way over here?" He asks. "What's the matter?"
Glancing behind him, you catch the other teachers watching the two of you, before they go back to what they were doing.
Hyunjin crawls in and sits beside you, long hair framing his face as he tilts his head at you.
"Haen-ie?"
You pout, "I don't wanna sit at the tables."
"No?"
You shake your head, poking sadly at your yoghurt.
"You don't want to sit with your friends? Jimin and Jeongin?" He tries, only to be met with silence. "Me and Yeongbok-ie?"
You admit, "I don't wanna sit with Ahyun."
He pauses. "Did Ahyun say something a little bit mean?"
You nod. "Her friend said I'm like her baby brother because I'm messy. And then Ahyun said I'm even messier than him because I got paint and glue on my clothes in art class, and then she said I can't sit with them, so I came over here to hide."
Sympathy washes over his face. He muses, "That wasn't very nice of her, was it?"
"No, it wasn't," You agree.
"Did it make you sad?"
"Uh-huh." It did make you sad. "I didn't get messy on purpose, Hyunjin-ie. It was an a'sident."
"Awww, Hyunjin-ie knows it was an accident, sweetie. And you know what?"
"What?"
"Art class is all about getting messy, little friend. Wouldn't it be boring if the paint only got on the paper?"
"My Daddy doesn't like it when I get dirty. He likes it when things are perfect and nice and clean."
Your Papa calls him a 'Perfectionist'.
"You're already perfect and nice," He argues. "And Yeongbok and I are going to make sure you're clean, too."
"You are?"
"Yeah. Yeongbok is new, too, you know. He's only been here a week. And he says I should be in the baby's room. Pssh. After art class ended, I had to teach him where to find the extra wet wipes, but you went outside to eat before we could clean you up!"
Ohhh. You remember now! After class ended, Yeongbok told you to wait, but you forgot and ran outside!
"I was too excited to eat!"
"Yes, you were." He chuckles, taking your hand. "Come on. Let's go get clean!"
"Okay!"
He helps you crawl back out from the playground, leaving your bowl at the table and stepping inside the empty classroom.
It's much quieter in here. The aircon hums above you, tables all clean and glossy. You see Yeongbok standing behind the partition of the exposed bathroom area, peeling open a package of wet wipes and digging through your purple backpack.
Both of you approaching him, Yeongbok gasps dramatically with a big, sunny smile. "Haen-ie!"
Hyunjin squeezes your hand.
"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, Yeongbok-ie," You apologize sweetly. "I got distracted and forgot to wait for you!"
"Aw. That's okay." He says, pulling out a spare shirt with a big strawberry on it. "Let's get you into some clean clothes."
The two nice men work together to remove your paint-covered sweater and stuff it back into your backpack, wiping down your fingers and palms with the wet wipes afterwards. Yeongbok quickly dresses you in the green shirt and adjusts your bucket hat.
"There we go," He celebrates, zipping your backpack up. "That was nice and easy, wasn't it!"
"Thank you, Yeongbok-ie and Hyunjin-ie!"
"See? Nothing bad about getting messy." The older EA holds his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's go finish eating, little friend."
Uh oh.
"Do I have to?"
Yeongbok makes a confused face. "I thought you were excited to eat?"
"I am, but," You twist your shoe into the floor. "Ahyun was mean to me."
He frowns. "Oh, no."
"Hyunjin-ie will make sure Hoseok-seonsangnim tells Ahyun's parents she was being mean to one of our friends," Hyunjin promises. "And you can sit with me, if you like, or we can ask Jimin and Jeongin if they want to move tables with you?"
You wanna sit with all of them!
"Let's all sit together!"
"Okay, sweet friend." He praises as you take his hand. "Let's go. Your yoghurt is waiting for you!"
You giggle. "I'm coming, yoghurt!"
Hyunjin guides you back into the play yard, approaching the picnic table.
"Excuse me, guys," The man politely interrupts, pointing to a nearby empty table. "I'm going to take my friend Haen-ie over to the kind-friends table over there, and we want to know who else is going to join us."
"Ooooh," Ahyun's friend exclaims. "I do!"
Not wanting to be left out, Ahyun agrees and raises her hand. "Me too, Hyunjin!"
"Sorry, Jenna and Ahyun. This table is only for kind friends. You weren't being a very kind friend to Haen-ie today, were you?"
She gawks. "Wh-?!"
"Maybe when you're feeling a little bit kinder," He suggests, "You can come and join us later."
As she scoffs angrily, Jimin raises his hand. "Can I come, Haen-ie?"
"What about me?" Jeongin adds. "I wanna sit with you!"
"Me, too!" Seungmin agrees. "I'm a kind friend!"
You go pink under all the attention. "Okay!"
"Yay!"
"Let's go!"
"Kind-friends table!"
The four of you grab your bowls and go sit at the other, better table together. Hyunjin offers his lap to you since you might still be a little sad. Even though you're feeling better now, you still climb up onto his thigh, while the three boys sit around you.
"There you go," Hyunjin cooes, bouncing you up and down a little. "Ooooh. Apple? What else did you get?"
"I got banana," Seungmin answers, pointing at his friend's bowl. "Jimin got some, too!"
Jeongin pouts, "I got grapes."
"He hates grapes," The boy beside him explains helpfully.
You ask, "Do you like apple?"
When he nods, you hold your bowl over his, using your spoon to flick the apple into it.
"Thanks, Haen-ie!" He gasps, before giving you his grapes. "You can have mine!"
"Thanks, Jeongin-ie."
"Woooow," Hyunjin exclaims, "Nice sharing, you guys."
"My Papa says it makes our friends sad when we don't share," You tell him. "And I don't like it when people are sad, Hyunjin-ie."
The man suddenly clutches his heart through his baggy shirt, wincing like he's in pain. "Dawww."
You giggle at his outburst. "What, Hyunjin-ie?"
He makes a Grrrrrr sound as he mimes grabbing your cheeks. "You're adorable, that's what!"
You push his hands away. "Silly Hyunjin!"
Yeongbok comes into view as you all laugh together, setting his bowl on the table. "Hey! Don't have all the fun without me!"
"How are you guys going over here?"
As Hoseok approaches your table, you pout your lips around the pencil in your mouth.
Not good. Math is hard!
He takes notice just like all good teachers do. "Needing some help there, Haen-ie?"
You mumble, "Yes, p'ease."
Yeongbok gently pulls your hand away. "We don't chew on pencils, little friend. There you go."
As he goes back to helping Jeongin, Hoseok takes a seat next to you. "Tell Hoseok-seonsangnim what you need help with."
"Yeongbok-ie is busy with Jeongin and there's-! There's too many steps!"
"Ahhh, I see. Don't worry. Let's break them down together, shall we? Can you read the question to me?"
You look down at your paper, making sure to ignore the cartoon gardener at the bottom because he's annoying you. "Taeyun buys some-... some flower seeds. He plants five seeds in normal soil, and five seeds in special mulch. The seeds in the... in the special mulch grow double the flowers than the seeds in the regular soil grow. How many flowers will he have when they're done growing?"
See?! That's super hard.
Taehyun should ask somebody else about his flowers, because you have no idea.
"That was great reading," Hoseok praises you, before grabbing a blank piece of paper and some crayons from the supply box. "I've got an idea. You know what helps me when I can't figure out a question? Drawing it out!"
Your eyes widen. "There's questions you can't figure out?"
A laugh escapes him. "Yes, there are. Even teachers need help, sometimes."
"But you're super smart?"
"The only way to get smart is to be wrong a lot of times first." He explains, drawing some dots on the page. "Let's draw what we need to know. First, I'll draw the seeds... Five normal seeds on the left and five special seeds on the right."
When he's finished, he hands you a green crayon.
"Now let's draw the flowers coming out of the seeds."
"Okay. I'll try!"
"That's what I like to hear, friend. You should draw two flowers coming out of each special seed, remember?"
Nodding, you get to work drawing the stems.
After that, you add a yellow ball and colorful petals to each one.
"Let's add some ladybugs!" You suggest, reaching for the red crayon.
"Hang on. We don't need any ladybugs right now." He reminds you. "Maybe you can draw some in art class tomorrow, okay?"
Awwww. "Okay."
"Let's count the flowers instead. Ready?"
"Uh-huh. One, two, three," You concentrate hard and count every flower. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!"
"Fifteen. Well done!" Hoseok exclaims with a big, excited grin, giving you a double high five. "You did it!"
"I did it!"
"Go ahead and write the answer down and we'll have a go at the next one."
"Okay! Thank you, Hoseok-seonsangnim."
"You're very welcome, sunshine."
By the time you've filled out the math booklet, you're in serious need of a nap. Being smart is lots of effort. How does he do it?
Luckily, it's nap time.
You grab Mr Bear and head into the toy area, where the EAs have moved the furniture out of the way and set up sleeping mats on the floor. Your Papa packed your softest, pinkest bedding today. You kneel on the cotton fabric, yawning and laying your head on your pillow as Hyunjin pulls the curtains over the windows. Hundreds of stars light up the walls when Yeongbok switches on the lamp.
"Who needs a little extra help getting to sleep today?" He asks quietly, switching on the speaker next.
The sound of somebody playing the piano graces your ears.
A couple of kids raise their hands, including you. No matter how tired you are, it's still scary falling asleep in a new place.
Hyunjin comes over to you.
"Close your eyes, sweetie," He whispers, settling beside your mat.
With him slowly stroking your hair, you're drifting off into dreamland before you even realize it.
At the end of the day, while you're all sitting on the rug, Hoseok asks, "Who here had a good day today?"
"Me!" You all shout.
"Let's share three things we're grateful for today," He says, gesturing to a student. "Let's start with you, Jihyun."
She tilts her head. "Ummm... Art class, Yeongbok helping me find my pencil when I lost it, and... Oh! Haen's cupcakes!"
"Oooh. They were yummy, weren't they? Jimin?"
He's got his answer right away. "Meeting my new friend Haen-ie!!"
Jeongin's got his, too! "Haen-ie sharing her fruit with me!!"
"Aw, those are great answers. I'm grateful for our new friend, too."
When it's your turn, you shyly stare back at the class. It's difficult to choose only three things! You're grateful for the EAs, who made your first day as easy as possible for you, Yoongi for making you laugh as he taught you how to hold the recorder, Namjoon for opening the glue pot for you when it was stuck, and Hoseok for being such a great teacher, even if he's bad at drawing flowers.
"I'm grateful for my friends and my teachers and the EAs... and nap time, and brontosauruses."
That might've been five things... But Hoseok doesn't mind. "Aww. I'm so glad, friend."
Hyunjin does that thing again where he looks like he's going to die.
Yeongbok chuckles, petting his shoulder in support.
Parents start gathering in the corridor outside the classroom as the rest of the kids share their three things. You keep an eye out for your Daddy and Papa, your legs squirming and your heart racing like it's trying to break out of you and go find them.
The last time you glance through the window, they're both there!
When they spot you, their faces light up like they always do when they spot you in school assemblies and sport events.
They wave to you.
"Daddy, Papa," You cheer under your breath, trying to keep your hand in your lap. "Daddy, Papa are here."
"Okay, my friends." Hoseok eventually concludes. "I'll see you all tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!!"
"Bye, Hoseok!!"
"It's home time!!"
As soon as he opens the door, you jump up and run over to the big group of parents, straight into your Papa's open arms.
"There you are!" Taehyung gasps happily, holding you tight. "There's our sweet girl!"
"Papa!!"
"Did you have a good day?" He asks you, kissing your hair and letting you hug Jungkook next. "You didn't miss us too much?"
"I missed you so much," You muffle into Jungkook's button shirt. "But I had a good day at the same time!"
"We missed you, too," Your Daddy chuckles.
As Hyunjin approaches the three of you, handing your backpack and artwork to Jungkook, you pull away slightly.
"Here are Haen's things," He smiles.
He thanks the man. "Wow. Is this a dinosaur, baby?"
"I made it with my new friend, Jimin! He said I could keep it because he has a lot of dinosaur drawings at his home already."
"It's so cute."
Taehyung adds, "I love it."
"She had a good day," The EA smiles. Yeongbok and Hoseok are talking to some other parents behind him, handing more backpacks and artworks out. As Jungkook gives your dinosaur craft to his husband and unzips your bag, making sure everything is in there, Hyunjin explains, "We did have a little hiccup this morning, though. You'll find her sweater in there. It just has some paint on it."
Guilt squeezes you as you watch Jungkook turn the fabric over in his hand. "Sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay, Haen-ie." He shakes his head, zipping it up. "Daddy just wanted you to have fun today, okay? We can wash it out."
"I also got crumbs on Mr Bear," You admit.
He laughs at your sudden burst of honesty, slinging your bag over his shoulder. "We can wash him, too."
"He'll love it," Tae agrees. "It'll be like a spa day."
Some people might think your Daddy is the stricter parent, but he actually breaks more of his own rules than you do, and it's him who's always spoiling you with new toys, treats, and clothes! He's a big softie!
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Haen-ie!" Hyunjin says. "High-five!"
"Buh-bye, Hyunjin-ie!"
After you smack hands, Taehyung and Jungkook thank him again and they each take one of your hands, leading you out of the Playcentre. They listen intently as you babble about every detail of your day all the way to the car, where Tae lifts you in.
"Did everyone enjoy the cupcakes?" He asks, helping you thread your arms through the straps.
"Oh! Yeah! They were really yummy, Papa."
"No dessert tonight, then, I guess." He pouts, clicking the buckle together, before grinning cheekily at you. "Just kidding."
You stick your tongue out at him.
"Hey," Your Daddy chuckles, watching you in the rear-view mirror. "Save that little tongue for your ice cream tonight."
"We're having ice cream?!"
Tae closes your door and settles into the passenger seat as the car starts. "Didn't we tell you? Brave girls get ice cream, baby bear."
"Yay! Thank you!"
Cupcakes, new friends, a good nap, and ice cream?
You wish every day could be your first day at Playcare!
When you get a whole bowl's worth of chocolate ice cream all over your pyjamas that night, Jungkook just fondly smiles at you and sneaks you a second scoop while Tae isn't looking. He taught you that chocolate is healthy when you want it to be, after all!
Notes:
Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!
Things I won't write.
- Smut.
- Self-harm.
- Intense angst.
- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.
Everything else goes!
Current roles.
- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.
- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.
- Jin: ???
- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.
- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.
- Yoongi: Music Teacher.
- Jimin: Little.
- Bangchan: ???
- Lee Know: ???
- Han: ???
- Changbin: Sports Teacher.
- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.
- Felix: EA.
- Seungmin: Little.
- Jeongin: Little.
I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^
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HELLO!
In your last post, you wrote to a user, "I can do it if you want, send me a plan." Ah, I'm not that person and I can give you another example of fiction. I don't know if you can do it, but I still want you to try!
My fic is about Lee Namjoon.
Namjoon is generally a person who constantly tickles the members. So, judging by the moments, it is.
Namjoon loves to tease and tickle them, but now all the members want to take revenge on him and catch him.
and they realize that this man tickling them is very ticklish and they tickle torture him
Can you make a Lee Namjoon and ler Bts story like this? Please🥹💗
This is my first fanfic! I don't know how well this will be received, but I hope you enjoy it! As I was writing it, it turned into something a bit different. Thank you very much for requesting, and I'm sorry it's taken so long.
Leader's Plight
Lee!Namjoon, Ler!BTS
It was a calm day for the Bangtan boys. A day where they had a light schedule. These days were few and far between, so all seven of them took advantage of it.
Most of them were resting. Others were watching TV. Overall, just a calm and peaceful day.
"HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!!"
Well, it WAS anyway. Five of the guys met outside their rooms, confused looks on all of their faces.
"What in the world was that?" Jimin was the first to speak up.
"I dunno, but it woke me up," Yoongi mumbled, clearly agitated.
"It sounded like it came from Jin hyung's room."
Taehyung was right. With his room being closest to Seokjin's, he could easily tell. (A/N I don't know how their rooms are set up so just work with me on this). They all agreed and followed the laughter to the eldest's room. What awaited them on the other side, however, was not what they expected.
"JIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUNG KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!!"
Directly in front of them, in the middle of the floor, was Namjoon, their leader. In a writhing mass of laughter. And who was causing all of this? Seokjin, the eldest of the seven.
The other five boys stood in awe of what was happening. They never thought that their strong leader would be this ticklish!
"Whoa! How did this start?" Hoseok asked with a grin on his face.
Jin paused his attack on Namjoon, leaving the younger to gasp for air on the floor.
"This brat thought he could get away with forgetting to use 'hyung' after my name!" He exclaimed dramatically. He wasn't really angry or upset at Namjoon. He just felt like teasing him for it.
The others knew this too, but they decided to play along with their oldest hyung. After all, it wasn't often that Namjoon was the victim of a tickle attack. 99% of the time, he was the one who started them. And, well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for revenge~.
"Ooooo hyungie is in trouble!" Jungkook couldn't resist approaching his favorite member and wiggling his fingers at him.
"You little brat!" Namjoon felt his face heat up as he reached out and squeezed the youngest's side.
"EHEHEY!" Jungkook quickly pinned Namjoon's hands down. "I'm not the one who forgot to be respectful to our wonderful Jin-hyung"
"Ahhh Joonie you should know better~!" Hobi mischievously smirked.
"So disrespectful!" Jimin shook his head, slowly kneeling down beside Jungkook.
"I think you've earned yourself this punishment, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said.
Namjoon tried wriggling away, but unfortunately Jin had too strong of a hold on him still. "Wahahahait guys we can talk about thihihis!"
Taehyung, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"
The others looked at him expectantly. "What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, his big eyes wide with curiosity.
"Namjoonie hyung tickles us all the time! We never get to see him like this!" Tae couldn't help but smile in glee.
Everyone gasped happily. Except the young man in question. "TAEHYUNG-AH!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was now.
Jin, meanwhile, was growing impatient. "Ya, are you all going to stand there or help me with him?" He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
The others didn't say another word before they all pounced on their leader. Jungkook near his head, tickling his neck, Jimin and Taehyung going after his feet, Hoseok and Yoongi at his armpits, and Jin still at his original spot at his sides and stomach.
The response was immediate. "GAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO!!" Namjoon's hyena-like laughter exploded into the air. He couldn't focus on anything except the ticklish sensations. Try as hard as he might, there was no way he could escape!
"This is your punishment Joonie! Take it like a man!" Jin said playfully, digging into the poor boy's sides.
"I'm just happy to finally be tickling him instead of the other way around!" Tae exclaimed happily. He was currently scratching the leader's left sole with his long nails, eliciting screams of laughter from him. The other maknaes nodded in agreement.
"Tickle tickle tickle Namjoonie!" Hobi teased in a high-pitched voice while scribbling away at Namjoon's left armpit.
"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!" Dang it, why did Hobi have to be so good at teasing? Probably practiced on the maknaes. He attempted to hide his face by turning his head away from Hobi, but was met with Jungkook's wriggling fingers in his neck.
"Awwww hyungie is shy!" Jungkook cooed. He leaned down close to Namjoon's ear. "Coochie coo hyung~"
This caused Namjoon to squeal loudly. "JUNGKOHOHOHOHOOK YOU BRAHAHAHAT!" His thrashing intensified.
Yoongi could see that he was getting close to his limit, so he motioned for everyone to slow down, but not completely stop. "Hang on everyone," he said. "There's something I want to do before we kill him."
The others watched to see the show Yoongi was gonna pull. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked at him in terror.
"Hyuhuhung noho dohohon't! I know that lohohohook!" Anticipatory giggles flowed out of his mouth.
"What look?" Oh, that liar. Anyone could recognize that sly evil look on his face. And he knew it too. It wasn't often, but nearly every one of the members had experienced this at one point. And they all feared it.
"Hyuhuhung dohohon't you dahahaHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Namjoon screamed in laughter as Yoongi had lifted his shirt and blown a massive raspberry right on his navel. The other members couldn't help but smile in awe as their beloved leader was reduced to a laughing writhing mess on the floor. Taehyung was right, it was a happy sight to see him being tickled to happy tears for a change.
Eventually, Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. "HYUHUHUHUNG *snort* ENOHOHOHOUGH STOHOHO*hic*HOHOP!!"
Yoongi stopped immediately and rubbed Namjoon's stomach. Everyone else crowded around him to make sure he was okay.
"Are you alright Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asked with concern.
Jungkook sat him up and started rubbing his back to help him breathe better. "Did we go too far?"
Namjoon breathed heavily while stroking Taehyung's head. The younger boy had made his way into Namjoon's lap, hugging him. "I'm okay guys. You didn't go too far." Though he sounded tired, and he was, deep down he felt really happy. He didn't realize how much he need that.
Everyone crowded in for a big group hug. They were really lucky to have each other. Even if they could be annoying at times. Namjoon took a moment to consider this and welcomed the embrace. He really was the luckiest guy on the planet.
It was a calm and peaceful day once again.
"Did anyone notice that Joonie didn't say stop until the very end?"
"J-HOPE!!"
Well, it was anyway.
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Hi I really like your fics and wanted to ask can you write a fic with lee! Jungkook and Ler! BTS? Basically Jungkook got never tickled in his life and one member like jin tickle him and at first jungkook don't like it but later he admit that he liked it and all the other members tickle him? You don't have to write this if you don't want to!
Hi!! I'm glad you like my fics! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy :))
I'm very sorry that I couldn't add all the members to tickle Jungkook only because I realised half way through that the way that I wrote this made it hard to add them in by being the lers, but I still hope you enjoy!
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・Once in a life time・
Lee: Jungkook
Lers: seokjin W/bts
Summary:
Jungkook had never been tickled before, from what he could recall. Until his members decided to let him in on the tickly experience.
Warnings:
・tickling
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"AAH! JIN! ihi'm sorry, ihi'm sORRY! - NO! NOHOOHO AHAHHA, Nahahah! Quhuhuit ihihit!" Jimin could be heard from the livingroom, much to Jungkook's curious mind.
He was currently working on the chorus of a song for their comeback album in the kitchen.. For some reason, but due to the fact that his attention was bruffly stolen by the laughter of his member, he quickly got up to go see what he's about to encounter.
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"You knew that was the last of my cologne, and yet you took it for your own desires!" Seokjin said, going for Jimin's ribs now to emphasize his disappointment.
"AAH-AHAHA, I'IHIHIM SOHOHORY!" Jimin yelled.
"I'm ashamed, Jimin.. Really ashamed." Seokjin swung his head from side to side to show more of his disappointment.
The rest of the members were sat on the couch, watching the scene unfold while laughing by Seokjin's playfulness.
"..W-what's gohoing on here?" Jungkook could be heard from the two. Seokjin stopped his playful attack to look at the Maknae, who was standing at the frame of the entrance to the Livingroom.
"What do you mean? Jimin stole my cologne to smell like his wonderful hyung, but unfortunately, due to stealing the last of it, I'm giving him a taste of his own medicine!" Seokjin said, giving quick pokes to Jimin's sides which caused a squeal out of Jimin, who then covered his side the best that he could.
"I mean.. What are you doing to Jimin that's causing him to laugh so much?" Jungkook said, staring at his hyung with a confused look.
Seokjin, and even the rest of the members, looked at Jungkook with their own confusion. Seokjin then got up from where he was sat on Jimin, and walked over to Jungkook.
"Are you saying that.. You dont know what tickling is?" Seokjin said, stopping within his tracks once he got close enough to Jungkook.
"Uh oh~ looks like someone is in trouble." Hoseok could be heard from a distance, who was then snickering at his own playful tone.
"I-I mean.. I've heard of it, b-but.." Jungkook seemed nervous now that he thinks he's in trouble with his hyung.
"But what? Have you never been tickled before?" Seokjin said in a soft voice, knowing that the younger was a bit on edge.
This brought attention to the others now. How can someone go on with their life without being tickled ONCE?
"Y-yeah." Was all Jungkook could say before he saw Jimin get up to walk over to the two.
"Lihike, never?! Not even by your paharents?" Jimin said. Clearly still trying to recover from Seokjin's ruthless attack seconds ago.
"I mean.. They might've, but I don't recall them ever tickling me." He said, thinking back to his childhood, but it was no use in finding any regulation of his parents ever being that touchy with him.
"Do you want to find out if you're ticklish or not?" Seokjin said, suddenly. He placed his hand on Jungkook's shoulder gently.
Jungkook looked at his hyung in shock. Now knowing what tickling looked like from earlier, he was curious as to know if he, himself, was ticklish.
"Uhm.. Yeah, a little bit." Jungkook said after a moment of thought. He glanced every once in a while from his members, who were all still having their attention on him, and then back at Seokjin, who kept the soft and welcoming look.
"Alright then! Why don't you lie down on the carpet over there." Seokjin said, pointing to the living room carpet.
Jungkook nodded his head and walked over to the carpet to lay on his back, comfortably.
Seokjin and Jimin then walked over to Jungkook. Seokjin sat on Jungkook's waist, while Jimin sat near his head, but didn't do anything else but to sit there as he were to be given orders from his hyung.
"If you get uncomfortable, or if it seems to be too much for you, then say Bangtan as our safe word, okay?" Seokjin said without glancing away from Jungkook.
"Okay." Jungkook said, mentally preparing himself for what's about to come next.
"Jimin, I'll chime you in on my que." Seokjin said, looking at the younger.
Jimin only nodded at that.
And without a second thought, Seokjin silently chose to move his hands close to Jungkook's sides. He was about to scribble away until jungkook stopped him, panickly. He held onto Seokjin's hands tight.
"WAIT! uhm.. It won't hurt, will it?" Jungkook said, gripping on to Seokjin's hands tighter.
"Noho, it won't hurt Jungkook-ahh, I promise!" Seokjin said. He then retrieved one of his hands to hold out his pinky for Jungkook to swear on it.
Jungkook hesitantly let go of Seokjin's hands to bring out his pinky to lock with his hyung's, and then let go to put his hands back down to start.
Without another thought, Seokjin went straight for Jungkook's sides. He scribbled his fingers soft enough for it to not be too overwhelming, but it would still have someone be driven up the way by how tickly it feels.
Jungkook felt something weird in his stomach. Like butterflies, almost. It was a new feeling, for sure, but it was also making him want to laugh.
"Ehehahah- ihihit fehehehels weheheird!" Jungkook giggled out, letting his bunny smile shine with embarrassment.
The others on the couch cooed at how adorable Jungkook was being all so soon. I mean, it is his first time being tickled, after all.
"It's supposed to feel weird, jk. That's what tickling is!" Seokjin said. He moved his hands a bit higher up now to reach the bottom set of the maknae's ribs. This made Jungkook squirm and grab a hold of Seokjin's wrists.
"AHAhaha! Thihihis fehehehels wohohorse!" Jungkook tried to push Seokjin's hands off with no actual strength being involved.
"Well, a lot of people seem to be quite ticklish on their ribs than their sides. How about we try going more up, hm?" without getting an answer, he moved inches closer to Jungkook's top ribs, putting a bit more pressure than before.
Jungkook wasn't expecting the new sensation and immediately kicked out his legs while holding onto his hyung's wrists with more strength.
"NAHAHAHA! HOHOHohohow WOHOohorse cahahan thihihihis feheheheling GEHEHEHEHET?" Jungkook cackled, while closing his eyes shut.
"Oh~ it depends on how ticklish someone is. They could be~ more ticklish on their armpits!" Seokjin said, digging straight into Jungkook's armpit, and successfully went into contact with the hollows of Jungkook's underarm.
Jungkook went ballistic. He squeezed his arms close to his sides while Bringing his hear back and squirmed about on the floor.
"NOHOHOHO! SOHOHOMWEHEHERE ELSE! HYUHUHUNG, PLEASE! SOMEWHEHEHERE EHELSE!" Jungkook cried out, shaking his head to try and rid off the feeling.
"Yohou kind of have my hahands in a tihight squeeze, you gohoof!" Seokjin laughed along while trying to get his hands out.
The rest of the members laughed along with them as well. They all had the same thought as their eldest member. Jungkook is an adorable mess. Props to bring the maknae, after all.
"You should try his neck, see if he's ticklish there." Taehyung suggested.
"Good idea, Tae!" Seokjin said. When he finally got his hands out from Jungkook's underarms, he went straight for his neck. Though, Jungkook's laughter died down from the change in spots, he went back into being in a giggly mess.
"Hohohohow ihihihis this pohohossible?! Ahahehehehe!" Jungkook scruntched up his shoulders, and tilted his head towards the hand that was causing more tickly sensations than the other one. Every now and then he would also scrunch up the bridge of his nose while squealing here and there. He never would have thought that his neck would be this ticklish, let alone the feeling be giggly unbearable.
"Awww, Jk! I think Taehyung led me to a sweet spot of yours, how cute!" Seokjin cooed.
"Nohohoahahat cuhuhute! Thehehe feehehelihing ihihis weird!"Jungkook retaliated. He tried to hide his embarrassment by hiding his face in his hands, but that was when Seokjin cued in Jimin to pull his hands away.
"NOHohoho! Lehehet gohoho!" Jungkook said, trying to pull back his hands from Jimin's hold, but it was no use. Jimin pulled his hands to Jungkook's chest to have them rest.
"Do you like this, Jungkook?"Jimin said out of curiosity.
Jungkook didn't know what to say. The feeling is weird, obviously, but he knows he's not getting hurt by it, so what really IS there to dislike about it?
"I think he dohoes!" Seokjin chuckled out. To which Jungkook wanted to bury his face from that comment.
"Nohoho ihihihi dohohohon't!" Jungkook giggled out. His ears started to go red from the teases.
"Awe, did we almost forget these cherry-like ears of yours?" Seokjin said, suddenly, but gently, scratched behind the shell of his ears.
"AHAahahaAHAaha-! Oohohoh myhihihihy gohohoOHOohohod!" Jungkook all but turned into a red tomato. 'ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟɪsʜ?! ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜɪs ʙᴀᴅ?? ᴡʜᴀᴛ?!' Jungkook thought to himself. He never even knew that you could get such a reaction from just scratching at the ear.
"This is so adorable, what?! ᴛʜᴇ Jk has ticklish ears?!" Hoseok blurted out loud.
"That's pretty cute. How come we've never tickled Jungkook before?" Namjoon asked, looking at Hoseok.
"IhihIHIihihi hehehere yohohou, you knohohohow!" Jungkook said the best he could due to how ticklish he was.
He can't lie to himself though. Although he's embarrassed by the attention for wanting to be curious of himself, he couldn't say that he didn't like it. Which was probably why he hadn't said the safe word, much to Seokjin's thought.
Seokjin saw how tired Jungkook was getting, so he stopped his attack on his ears and got up from where he was sitting on Jungkook's waist.
When this happened, Jimin also let go of his hands, and Jungkook immediately curled in on himself while covering his ears.
"So, how did you like it?" Jimin asked again, curiously.
"It wahas.." Right as he said that, he finally sat up to look a Jimin. "Ihi wouldn't say that Ihi.. Didn't like it." Jungkook said, looking away from the older now.
"Awwee! Kookie, I knew you would like it!" Hoseok said while getting up to hug him randomly.
"Dohon't make a big deal out of it!" Jungkook said with embarrassment.
"Can I at least get a thank you for letting you know your ticklish spots?" Seokjin said, teasing Jungkook by wiggling his fingers at him in the air.
"Stohop! That's nohot funny!" Jungkook turned his head away from Seokjin.
"Oh Well, at least that's done.. Jimin, I'm not finished with you yet!" Seokjin said, turning his head towards Jimin with a mischievous look on his face.
"Wait.. S-seokjin, we can tahalk about this!" Jimin said, holding his hand up as a way to defend himself. Not that he tried that earlier and didn't work. He giggled in anticipation, stalking Seokjin's every move.
"Get over here!" Seokjin said, sprinting after him.
"NOHO! GET AHAWAY!" Jimin yelled while running away from the oldest.
Today was going to be a long day for Jimin, unfortunately.
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Hate it when men manspread but these two can do whatever they want i guess🙄
#i am#spiraling#this is all im gonna say bc this blog is mostly sfw#but#🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️#jungkook#scoups#khione.log
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Movie Night
this was requested
this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i reserve the right to block anyone i think would sexualise it
word count: 1,8k
!!! this work contains spoilers for the movie Ron's Gone Wrong !!!
“WHAT?!” Jungkook shouted in disbelief, making poor, sensitive Yoongi cover his ears and whimper a bit in surprise over the loud sound coming from the other. Yoongi and Jungkook had gotten into a rhythm of hanging out on the weekend, sometimes regressing together if they had a lot of stress coming on. The two were best friends; they met at the tattoo studio where Yoongi worked as a piercer and manager of the place. He'd seen Jungkook come in multiple times, his friend Taehyung, one of the tattoo artists in the studio, having promised the boy tattoos at a lower rate, and since it looked like the younger was going for having his entire body covered at some point, he gladly took his friend up on that offer. Yoongi’s first real interaction with the boy was when he was coming in for an eyebrow piercing. They got to talking and the talking just never stopped. Even if they didn’t have a lot of things in common, they held a lot of similar values and a huge love for music, though Yoongi showed love for it by making it and Jungkook, by moving his body to it. The more they started hanging out together, the more protective Yoongi felt towards Jungkook, regarding him almost as a little brother, which is why Jungkook found it so funny that when they both regressed together for the first time; Yoongi was the younger in age.
Jungkook loved being a big sibling to Yoongi when they both were regressed and even when it was only Yoongi who had slipped, he loved guiding the ‘younger’ to new and exciting things, like games, food and especially movies, which is why he was astounded that he hadn’t shown his best friend his all-time favourite movie yet. He immediately went to work on building a pillow fort, which he usually did when he and Yoongi wanted to watch some movies, as the smaller was very prone to sensory overload and therefore couldn’t focus much on a movie if he wasn’t comfortable. It was no sweat for Jungkook; he always loved spoiling his little sibling and wanted to show that he would do whatever Yoongi needed to be comfortable.
Having made a pillow fort many, many times before, Jungkook was quick to get one set up, having half a mind to keep watch on Yoongi. It wasn’t that Yoongi was that younger than him, Jungkook being around 8 and Yoongi being about 4, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous if the other wasn’t in his field of vision, being the one responsible for him. But Yoongi stayed put where Jungkook had left him, enamoured by how Jungkook was ensuring everything was up to standard for Yoongi. Back in his mind, the adult version of him found it amusing that his best friend was going through all that trouble to not have an overstimulating environment for the movie night just after yelling in his face, overstimulating him. That was of course not something regressed Jungkook had thought about, and not something Yoongi was hung up about, having slipped into somewhat of a trance, watching Jungkook roam around, getting all the necessary things. It helped with regulating the stimulus.
Jungkook, now very gentle, brought Yoongi over to the finished pillow fort and sat him down in the spot that would be most comfortable. “Okay, Yoonie, this is my faaaavourite movie and I really really think you’ll like it. Do you want some snacks for the movie?” he asked as Yoongi got situated. Yoongi, fumbling with his fingers, looked up a Jungkook, who was still standing, ready to fulfil every request that might be coming from the one sitting. Yoongi mumbled out; “fishies, hyungie?” not feeling particularly verbal that day but still above writing out what he wished to say. Jungkook nodded with a wide smile on his face, sprinting off to get the ‘fishies’ aka the goldfish crackers. He was just happy that Yoongi was in a salty mood instead of something sweet because that would have meant using like 15 minutes on washing and cutting up fruit for the smaller.
Yoongi got himself situated; ears perked as heard the sound of the goldfish crackers being poured into a bowl. He looked around him, suddenly very aware that his stuffed teddy wasn’t in his line of sight. He whimpered, and as if Jungkook had super hearing, he sprinted into the living room and crouched down in front of Yoongi. “Why is Yoonie baby sad?” he pet his friend’s hair, trying his best to comfort him. “Bear!” Yoongi cried out, getting more distressed the longer he was without his stuffed teddy bear. Jungkook whipped his head around, scanning the room to find the plushie, finally spotting a little tuft of brown fur sticking out from underneath the couch. It seemed, that in his hurry to build the pillow fort, he might have pushed the bear out of the way and under the sofa. He quickly got it, dusted it off and handed it over to Yoongi, who immediately hugged it and nuzzled his face into its soft fur. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. He could see that Yoongi was close to tears, and if Yoongi had cried, Jungkook would have cried, and he didn’t like crying when he was the bigger kid.
After getting everything set up and making sure Yoongi was feeling comfortable beside him, Jungkook finally put on the movie, jumping a little where he sat in excitement for his favourite movie. He had seen the movie a million times before, almost to the point where he could recite the entire script by heart along the movie, so while watching the movie, he was also watching Yoongi for reactions to the movie, excited to see if his baby brother also found it as good as he did.
Though, when Ron got introduced to the viewers as well as to Barney Yoongi didn’t like it one bit, hiding himself a bit behind Jungkook, away from the TV screen. Jungkook frowned and hesitated, reaching out for the remote to stop the movie, not liking Yoongi’s facial expressions one bit, but let a sigh out of relief when Yoongi lit up at Ron doing the ‘dikky dikky dakka’ dance not long after, and leaned back, bringing his arm around Yoongi to bring him closer into his body, knowing that it wouldn’t be the last time Yoongi would find the movie a bit scary. Actually, he tried his best to comfort Yoongi, but then came the scene with the bullies at the playground and he couldn’t help but get excited, though, he did his best to hide it as Yoongi definitely didn’t like the scene.
When they came to the scene of the B Bot being crushed, Yoongi whimpered and hid his face in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook held him close and after the scene was over, he pressed pause, deciding to give Yoongi a little breather. He did not like the scene himself when he watched the movie for the first time, and that was even when he was feeling big, so he did his best to comfort Yoongi, holding him tight. “Do you wanna stop watching, Yoonie?” he almost whispered and, it took a beat, but Yoongi shook his head the best he could while being burrowed in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook smiled and patted Yoongi’s head to let him know that he was heard, well, felt.
“Yoonie, can Jungkookie get up? I won’t be long, I promise.” Yoongi let go but not after holding onto the mentally older for a second. Jungkook made sure Yoongi had his teddy and then hurried off to the kitchen, struggling to get on the counter for a second to get to the top cabinets where older Jungkook and Yoongi had put the best snacks, to not make them as tempting for them when they were regressed, but younger Jungkook thought that it was time to bring some of them out. As he opened the cabinet, he was overwhelmed with the scent of all the goodies tucked away, but he reminded himself of having some self-control and not bringing all of them into the living room. His eyes landed on the Honey Butter Chips. He knew that big Jungkook would want to scold his regressed self for taking them, but he reminded himself that it was for Yoongi, even though, even in his younger headspace, he knew that they were expensive compared to other chips.
When he brought them into the living room, Yoongi caught a glimpse of the bag, eyes widening. He waited very patiently (not at all) for Jungkook to sit down and open the bag and immediately dug into the deliciousness that was the honey butter chips. Jungkook started the movie again, happy to see Yoongi content and munching away on the chips, almost not taking any himself, despite the love he had for the snack. Yoongi gave a few very cute reactions throughout the movie as they continued, such as patting Jungkook and saying “frien’ reqwest!” as he had seen Ron do in the movie, which got a giggle from Jungkook, not that Yoongi saw, as he was moving on, doing the same to his teddy, although patting softer than he had Jungkook. Jungkook couldn’t help but coo at Yoongi when he pouted at the scene where Ron uploaded himself. When they were done with the movie, Yoongi was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, bringing Jungkook to help him up and hold his hand as they walked to Yoongi’s bedroom to get him into bed. Jungkook tried his best to tuck Yoongi in but before he could turn to leave, thinking that Yoongi had fallen asleep, the mentally younger tugged on his shirt sleeve. “What is it, Yoonie?” Jungkook asked. “Dark,” was all that Yoongi muttered to him. Jungkook went over to the corner of the room to plug in the little warm light that Yoongi would use as a night light when he needed it, only to be met with a whine and Yoongi pointing his finger downwards. Jungkook happily took the plug to the light out of the socket as he understood what Yoongi was hinting at, plugging it back in, in the socket beside Yoongi’s bed, pushing the light underneath the bed, mimicking the movie they’d just seen. When he was sure everything was good with the light, he crawled back up, giving Yoongi a big, sloppy kiss on his forehead and took his leave.
When he got outside the door, he looked around the living room at the mess they had made of it, deciding that he was definitely too small for that, and it was a problem for big Yoongi and Jungkook the next day when they woke up, and then promptly turned to his bedroom to call it a night also.
a/n: sorry for it taking so long for me to finally having this written, and for writing all the other requests collecting dust in my inbox, but i'll try my quickest to get to them. also, if you haven't tried Honey Butter Chips, i REALLY recommend them. they might be a bit expensive but they're so good
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It's Just A... Prank? - 97' Line
"The 97’ Line of idols including Miyeon, Jihyo, Rosé, Mina, Lisa, BamBam, Jungkook, and Minnie, decide to have a playdate on their favorite playground, but once there they can’t decide what to play until hide-n-seek is mentioned. But one of them says they should make the game more entertaining by pranking the adults, everything is okay until it backlashes at them"
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tags ─ little! miyeon, little! jihyo, little! rosé, little! mina, little! lisa, little! bambam, little! jungkook, little! minnie, daddy! jackson, papa! namjoon, mama! nayeon, mama! jennie, big sis! soyeon, autumn, playground, pranks, guilt
notes ─ This is for the Prank prompt, I didn’t knew if I would be able to write today’s prompt in a timely manner, the power went out in my neighborhood for close to 13 hours and none of my devices had battery :(. But thankfully I was able to do it after all. Please enjoy :3
"Mama! Mama!" was the sound of the screams that could be heard throughout the house, "In the kitchen" was the yelled answer that Jennie gave, soon after the pitter patter of footsteps made itself present, nearing her location.
"Mama there you are! Been looking for you. What you doing?" exclaimed the little girl taking a seat next to her Mama, “I’ve been sitting here drinking some coffee while reading this book” said Jennie showing her cup and book. “Can I has coffee, please?” begged the little girl with her best puppy eyes, “Sorry baby, this is just for grown-ups” responded Jennie giving an apologetic glance to her little girl.
“You are so mean, Mama!” pouted the little girl, “Oh yeah, I’m a mean Mama. Now Lili, why were you looking for this ever so mean person?” asked Jennie looking over to Lisa with a raised brow, “Oh yeah!! Can you calls Nayeon imo p’ease?” requested Lisa extending her phone toward Jennie. Grabbing the girl’s phone she began dialing Nayeon’s number, “But why do you want to call Nayeon?” asked Jennie before pressing the call button, “Wanna talk wif’ Hyo and Mina” stated Lisa, “Then why don’t we call one of them instead?” reasoned Jen, “Yes p’ease Mama, call Hyo” said Lisa.
Once her Mama had dialled Jihyo’s number Lisa took her phone and went back to her room, only coming out to grab snacks, Jennie could hear how the girls seemed to be playing some game so animatedly online, after about 2 hours of playing Lisa came running back out screaming “Mama! Can we, can we p’ease!?”, “Can you what?” asked disorientedly Jennie, “Go to the playground wif’ Hyo an’ Mina an’ Minnie an’ Miyeon an’ Bam… Bam says he gonna tell Kookie, but we don’t knows if he going” excitedly answered.
“Surely but isn’t Rosie going with you?”, “Yes, we both go and see our friends,” said Lisa before running screaming Chaeyoung-ah we go to the playground, Jennie proceeded to prepare a bag with the girls' things before getting everything loaded on her car and driving to the playground.
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“Everyone we here!! Let’s play!!” excitedly yelled Lisa grabbing Rosie’s hand and dragging her over the rest of the kids, when she arrived she went to hug all her friends with Rosé closely following her lead.
“So what you wanna do?” asked Hyo since she is the eldest among them, everyone started throwing out ideas about what to do, “Let’s go to the swings” “But there not enough ones”, “Play tag?” “We could, but it’s chilly”, “We could play hide and seek?”, and with that last idea every kid agreed except one.
"All those games are so boring, we should play somefing more exciting. Or make the game more exciting" mentioned Kookie, "What you suggest to make it exciting?" asked Bam, “We make pranks” stated Kook, “We here, you can’t prank us” retorted Hyo with a duh sound.
“No pranks for us, pranks for them” pointed Kook to their adults with a devilish smirk on his face, “I’m out, when Soyeon unnie gets mad it scary” stated Miyeon with a confirmative nod from Minnie, “Yeah I agree, our Mama is scary too,” said Rosie, and soon everyone said their discontent with the idea of pranking the adults.
“Oh p’ease guys, don’t be such babies. Nofing is going to happen, everything will be okay” assured Kook, finally convincing the rest to make a harmless prank on the adults, so after everyone agreed Jungkook started explaining the plan of action, they were to play little meaningless games like tag, swinging and other ones, then they’ll start with hide-n-seek.
The first few rounds of hide-n-seek were normal ones, hiding through the playground on the tunnels, slides, nearby bushes, and among the adults, then the real prank started, it was Rosie’s turn to be the finder so she sat down near the sandbox to start counting. She found everyone except Minnie and Bam, she made a huge show of looking for them, getting desperate the more time passed and she couldn’t find them, the adults took notice of this and went towards the children to find out what was happening.
“What is happening here? Why do you all look scared? Did you get hurt?” asked Nayeon looking over her children to see if they were harmed, the other adults followed suit checking over their own kids, and that’s when they realized.
“Have you seen BamBam? Where did he go” screamed Jackson trying to find his boy, “Where is Minnie? Miyeon-ah where’s your sister?” asked Soyeon scared like Jackson, that’s when Rosie spoke up, “We were playing hide-n-seek, but I not find them”, the rest of the kids agreed with the statement. So everyone started looking all over the playground for the missing children but did not have luck finding them, Jackson and Soyeon started having so much panic at not finding their children, it was such panic that Soyeon who is a switch started regressing a little into her teens at the stress.
Jennie saw this and went toward the teen to comfort her, “Oh Soyeon-ah, I promise we’ll find them. We will not stop until they are safe once again in your arms”, Soyeon started having a panic attack yelling, “What if something bad happened to them unnie!? I would never forgive myself for not taking good care of her!” and the sobs overtook Soyeon’s whole body. The children saw the scene that had just unfolded, and huge guilt invaded them, Hyo and Rosie that are the eldest among the children - after Miyeon but she was being crushed in a hug by her unnie - went to tell the Thai kids to come out of their hiding, Kook and Mina stayed put in their place watching everything unfold while the girls fetched the ‘missing’ kids - Lisa was being smothered by Jackson trying to see if either BamBam or Minnie had said anything in Thai that only she had perceived -.
Nayeon and Jennie were panicking when they saw their kids walking into the trees that surrounded the playground, since Jennie was comforting Soyeon it was Nayeon’s job to follow after the girls, telling Mina to stay with her imo and woesamchons. She trailed after the girls, and then she saw them stop at the edge and call for someone, that was when the missing kids came out, “Omo! Are you okay kids?! Where were you?” said the bunny running to them and hugging them, making sure to check them over quickly before taking the 4 kids back to everyone else.
When Soyeon and Jackson saw them they ran to hug them and check them over when they made sure they were okay they asked what had happened, the first to break down was Minnie, followed by BamBam and Lili, the 3 Thai kids were sobbing while hugging each other, then the eldest followed, Miyeon, Hyo & Rosie also started crying, Mina was the last to join the crying fest, throwing herself at her Mama’s arms.
Kookie was the only one who wasn’t crying but he seemed nervous, fidgeting in his place, looking all over the place, and fidgeting with his fingers, these were all signs of him being nervous, when his Papa saw it he knew Jungkook had something to do with the sudden disappearance of his peers. With a heavy heart, Namjoon dared to ask Kookie for an explanation, “Kook buddy, would you be so kind as to tell me what exactly is making you nervous?”, “Nofing at all Papa, just don’t wanna be… kidnapped?” said - asked? - Jungkook fearing being discovered.
Everyone became aware of the scene unfolding between Namjoon and Jungkook, turning all their attention their way, curious glances from the adults, and nervous ones from the children. “Namjoon-ah, is everything okay?” dared to speak up Jackson, “Yeah everything is okay” reassured Namjoon, “but I think Kook here has something that he isn’t telling us,” said Nam with a sigh.
Feeling all the eyes on Jungkook made the kids break their silence, “I’m so sorry Mama! I didn’ wanna do it but he said it was fun! P’ease forgive me!” cried out Mina being the first one to speak up, “Daddy are you mad? I didn’ wanna scare you!” was what came out of Bam’s mouth, suddenly all the kids started apologizing, with a Kookie just standing there speechless at the treachery from his fellow kids.
“Can someone please explain what is happening here?” asked disoriented Nayeon, the one to respond was Hyo, “We were choosin’ what to play and we all wanted different fings, until someone said hide-n-seek so we say yes” let out so quickly that it was almost imperceptible, “And Kook said it was boring, we told him then what, an’ he said we play that but more exciting. We asked how, and he said… he said” rambled out Miyeon, not daring to finish her sentence. “What did Kook say?” asked Jennie wishing to know what had happened, “He said we make pranks, but Hyo said you can’t prank us we already know. But then he said we prank you instead of us” answered Lisa with a hung head.
All the adults started berating their kids, that was until Namjoon’s voice distracted everyone, “Kim Jungkook! What have we told you about making everyone do things you clearly know you shouldn’t?” came the chastising voice, the rest of the adults tried to convince Namjoon to not be like that with Jungkook since it was something that all the kids did together.
After explaining that it was a common occurrence of Kookie being a menace like that and dragging everyone on his misdemeanors, everyone parted ways and went home, you could hear how they were being chastised over the evening. The prank awfully came to bite the kids on the back, but it was a clear lesson to learn, they shouldn’t joke with that kind of thing, at the end of the day all the kids were punished with groundings and a prohibition of going to the playground for a while, but with a promise as well of having another play date, as long as they behaved.
#chellesdump#age regression#sfw littlespace#twice agere#twice little space#blackpink agere#blackpink little space#kid miyeon#kid jihyo#kid rosé#kid mina#kid lisa#kid bambam#kid jungkook#kid minnie#daddy jackson#papa namjoon#mama nayeon#mama jennie#big sister soyeon#ageretober#ageretober day 14
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BTS as your BF: their SO was made fun of for their s/h scars (no triggering content, SFW)
Seokjin:
♡ Seeing you come home with tears in your eyes would make Seokjin’s heart shrink with pain
♡ He would beg for you to come out of the washroom, and when you eventually do he would wrap you in a tight hug
♡ “My love, you scared me. What happened?”
♡ And once you told him, he would get an angry look on his face but control himself and focus on making you feel better
♡ Would most likely cook you dinner and dote on you the whole night afterwards, making sure you feel better by morning
Yoongi:
♡ Seeing the tight look on your face in public after your old “friends” walked off would make him worried
♡ He would pull you aside to somewhere quiet. The car, a corner no one else visits, anywhere quiet right away
♡ “Don’t lie to me my love, I know something happened. What’s going on?”
♡ Once you tell him Yoongi’s heart will sink and he will hug you immediately.
♡ Yoongi would tell you to not let such pieces of shit determine your value, and tell you he loves you for how strong you are despite everything you’ve been through
Hoseok:
♡ Hoseok would pick up intuitively that something was wrong when you came home from a night out with a sad look on your face
♡ He would approach the conversation calmly, asking if everything was okay.
♡ When you tell him everything with tears in your eyes, he will get angry — something quite rare for Hoseok
♡ He would swear and pull you in, cussing out the people who were mean to you and holding you close
♡ “Don’t believe their lies baby, you’re so strong.”
Namjoon:
♡ Namjoon would know from the way you avoid him that something bad has happened, because you both know he can read right through you
♡ But Namjoon would never push you to talk, instead comforting you quietly. He would massage your shoulders, make you a cup of tea, that sort of thing
♡ When you finally break down crying, he’ll shush you and hold you close. When you tell him what happened, he will look angry on your behalf but not say anything to rile you up further.
♡ Instead he will bring you to bed and hold you close under the covers until you fall asleep against his chest.
Jimin:
♡ Jimin would hear you crying when he came home and stepped into the bathroom with a tightness in his chest.
♡ “My love, why are you crying? Did someone say something to you?”
♡ He would hold you close until you stopped crying, listening patiently to your explanation through sobs.
♡ He would comfort you. “You’re a better person than they are. You would never disrespect someone’s hardships like that. Don’t let them get to you.”
♡ Although he can’t cook, Jimin will try his best to make something for you that night, letting you hug his back as he cooks and singing love songs softly to remind you how much he loves you.
Taehyung:
♡ When Taehyung picks up a vibe when you come home, he won’t let it go easily when you say you’re just tired.
♡ He will follow you to the bedroom, begging you to tell him why you look so sad. When you break down crying, he will get angry on your behalf.
♡ “Who? Do you want me to talk to them?”
♡ When you tell him it’s fine and doesn’t matter, Taehyung will shake his head. “No, it’s not fine. It’s your deepest pain, and they don’t have any right to walk all over you just because they don’t know what it feels like.”
♡ Taehyung would give you lots of kisses and hugs to remind you that he loves you and watch shows with you on the sofa, you sitting against his chest cuddled under the blankets.
Jungkook:
♡ Jungkook is hesitant to approach you when you come home on the verge of tears. He wants to help you but doesn’t want to make things worse.
♡ So he quietly watches you until he puts two and two together when he sees you looking at your scars.
♡ “Baby? Was someone mean to you about these?”
♡ When you cry, Jungkook will get emotional too. “Why are you crying? You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. They’re the ones who should be embarrassed!”
♡ Jungkook will hold you tight and cry for you, vowing to protect you and telling you he loves you dozens of times.
#bts x reader#bts x you#bts x y/n#bts headcanons#seokjin x you#yoongi x you#hoseok x you#namjoon x you#jimin x you#taehyung x you#jungkook x you#bts sfw
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Redamancy [BTS]
chapter one
♡ info ♡ k-pop masterlist ♡ next chapter ♡
summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.
To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.
But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.
pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc
warnings: none
Most hybrids come from Asian countries because of the ethereal beauty they possess. For most, that is the only asset that keeps them alive. The way most of these hybrids end up in other countries is if they are sold to someone and brought there. Now, the entire world has hybrids mixed into its population.
Being a writer, I always get asked why I haven't written anything about hybrids. For a fantasy writer, it's like the jackpot of writing material considering they actually exist and all the information I would need is right at my fingertips if I want it to be.
It's just something that never sat right with me. I don't know everything and the only way to know everything is to speak to one myself. I don't own a hybrid. I won't own a hybrid. I have nothing against people who own them as long as they are treating them with care. But, I just don't feel comfortable interrogating someone for the purpose of a story.
Hybrids have very unique, very personal aspects to their lives that other people don't have. It would be like asking the deepest most personal questions about someone's life. It's unfathomably uncomfortable.
Luckily, I can escape the demands for hybrid content when I'm teaching. Teaching Greek mythology to college students has its perks in that regard. Which, leads me to where I am now, wrapping up my lecture for the day.
"Alright everyone, don't forget your homework for the weekend." Some students groan at the back of the room. I stand from behind my desk, walking around to the front where I lean against it with my hip. "Yes, yes, I know. Just be thankful you get a whole weekend for it, your other professors probably wouldn't be so nice. Now, any questions?"
Two hands raise in the air and I call on the first one to come up. "How many sources did we need to cite again?"
"At least three," I say. "You can use more if you'd like, I have no issue with that. However, I hope I don't need to remind you which types of websites aren't credible sources?"
Everyone shakes their heads and I nod, calling on the next person. "Will there be any time to come in to ask questions about our papers before Monday?"
"To come in, no. Unfortunately not. However, if you'd like you can email me with any questions you have or just send me a draft and I can read it for you and give you feedback that way. I will try to get back to you asap if I can. Just please do not email me Monday morning or late Sunday night as I will be asleep and it will be too late for you."
When I finish speaking everyone shuffles in their seats. "Any more questions?" When nobody else speaks up, I lean upright from my position in front of my desk. "If that's all then you are all free to go. Have a good weekend." I receive goodbyes from almost every student as they leave. Once the last one does, I shuffle all of my belongings together and leave the room, locking the door.
On my way home, it starts to rain. It's been in the forecast all week but it was only supposed to be a slight drizzle. This, however, is a torrential downpour. Pulling into my driveway and parking, I brace myself to make a run for it. There's no way I won't get drenched.
Walking inside, I toe off my shoes and drop my things by the door before going upstairs to change into warm and comfy clothes for the evening. Walking into the kitchen for food, I pass the large, sliding glass doors that lead to my backyard and the woods behind my house.
Cereal for dinner sounds good. With a bowl of dry cereal in one hand and a glass of milk in the other, I make my way to the living room. On the way, I pass by the glass door again. Lighting strikes, lighting up the yard and the woods in the distance. In the treeline, I almost swear I can see an animal. It's not super big, but it's not small either. Surprisingly, even with the woods bordering my house, not many animals make their way out. so, seeing one now is slightly odd.
I set my food down on the coffee table and move back to the kitchen, making a plate of food for...whatever is out there. If it's in the woods in a storm like this, it must be hungry. Sliding open the glass door, I set the plate down on the porch under the awning and move back inside where I sit on the couch with my own food and the tv playing in front of me.
I'm around two episodes into the show I was watching when I hear footsteps on the back porch. They're small but loud enough for me to hear through the rain which has settled down into a soft drizzle. Standing, I make my way to the door, trying to keep my steps light and my posture open so whatever is out there doesn't feel threatened by me.
When I'm close enough to see what it is, I find a German Shepherd right before it shifts and a man is left in its place. My hand reaches out for the door handle when he sees me. His eyes widen and he scrambles to pocket all of the food and make a run for the woods.
I quickly open the door trying to stop him. "Wait, please! You don't have to go." He freezes in his steps, halfway off the porch. "I- I can give you more food if that isn't enough. And some water too if you want?" He's thin and pale and shaking like a leaf where he stands. "Please?" My voice is soft, I'm afraid if I speak too loud he'll run away. "I just want to help."
It feels like we stare at each other for hours before he nods his head, barely enough for me to see but it's still a nod. "Okay, okay that's good," I say and lead him inside. "Let me get you a towel so you can dry off, you must be cold." I don't wait for him to respond before I rush off to get it. When I come back, he's in the same spot I left him.
"Here," I hand him the towel and watch as he wraps it around himself. Slowly, his shivering starts to calm down. "Do you have any preferences?"
He looks at me strangely, head tilting to the side. The ears on the top of his head flop to the side softly, the fur wet. "To eat? Is there anything in particular you want? Anything I should avoid?" He seems to take a minute to process what I asked him before he slowly shakes his head. "Okay. You can um...you can come wait in the kitchen while I get you something if you want."
He timidly walks in behind me and watches everything I do. I decided on soup. Hopefully, the warmth from the food would make him feel better. "Is it just you?" I ask timidly.
"No," he says softly after some hesitation.
"Are- are they close? Whoever you're with?"
"Yes."
I pause what I'm doing. Maybe I should make more soup..."How many of you are there?" How much food am I going to need to make?
He shifts uncomfortably. "Seven. Including me."
"Do they want to come in? You can invite them if you want." I avoid looking at him, continuing to make more food.
"What?" He sounds surprised and wary.
"Only if you want. I mean," I stop and chuckle slightly, "seven versus one? If I were to try anything, which I won't, I think you all have the advantage. Don't you think?"
He waited for a few minutes, probably trying to see if I was pulling his leg. "Okay." He slowly makes his way to the sliding door, I can feel his eyes on me, keeping me in his sight. Leaving the door open, he shifts back into a German Shepherd and lets out a loud howl towards the forest. Anything else beyond that, I don't hear because of the volume of the storm raging outside. It was around 15 minutes before he came back inside, several pairs of footsteps shuffling in behind him.
I freeze, gently putting down what was in my hands before slowly turning to face the group of hybrids in my home.
#𐙚 sfw !#bts#poly bts x reader#hybrid bts#poly bts#bts x oc#bts fanfction#bts fanfic#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#kim namjoon#park jimim#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook
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SKSMDIZDLFHWPZ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUNGKOOK ?!??!?
HE'S DOING THIS ON PURPOSE NOW. THE WAY MY MIND WENT UNHOLY WHILE I WAS REPLAYING THIS. DO U HEAR ME PURRING? AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY CAT.
Imma need someone to do a smut on this ASAP or imma get the job done MYSELF.
#jungkook— smut#jungkook— smut!✨#Jungkook#jeon jungkook#jungkook#jungkook smut#bts#bts smut#wtf#omg#kzmddidmrj#n/sfw
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The Girlfriend Experience- First Meeting- Jungkook’s Version
Fandom- BTS
Relationship- Jungkook/Reader
Rated- General
“Hi.” I say and introduce myself.
“You can call me JK.” He smiles at me. “I’ll take your bags.”
“Thank you.” I reply as he picks my suitcase up like it weighs nothing.
He leads me into the building and we can hear some whispering and giggling from where the other band members are standing. I wave at them and they wave back but they’re all suddenly giving me intense stares. I gulp, understanding their unspoken message. Hurt our Maknae and you will pay. I give them a slight nod.
“I’ll show you to your room first.” JK says, heading towards the stairs.
I follow him, looking around as we walk. It looks like a lovely and huge building full of all kinds of things. JK shows me to a simple little room with a bed and a wardrobe in it and an en-suite bathroom.
“I know it’s not much but I’ll take you shopping for some nice furniture and decorations.” He says to me, looking a little shy.
“It’s great.” I smile back, not really happy with the idea of him spending money on me.
He nods and places my case on the bed.
“Have you had breakfast? I can make you something if you haven’t.” He says quickly, looking like an eager puppy.
“I had breakfast but thank you for the offer. So, you cook?” I ask him, standing in the middle of the room.
“Yes I do. Suga Hyung and Jin Hyung are better but I do okay.” He says sweetly, blushing slightly.
“I look forward to tasting your food.” I grin.
He grins back and blushes even more, looking at the floor for a second.
“So, I’m going to work out so you can come with me or you can do anything else you’d like to.” He says softly, looking back at the floor.
“Is there a gym here then?” I ask excitedly.
“Yes.” He grins at me.
“I’d love to workout. Give me a minute to change?” I ask.
“Of course. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.” He nods and then leaves.
I get changed into Lycra shorts and a short top and then head downstairs. He’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs and licks his lips as he sees me heading towards him. I smile and he hands me a bottle of water.
“Thank you.” I smile.
He grins and looks at the floor again and then leads the way to the gym. I choose to warm up on the treadmill first and he takes one next to me. I set a gentle pace to begin and put in headphones so I can listen to music as I work out. It’s a good workout for the first hour and then JK takes his top off to continue his. I find it hard to concentrate after that and choose low impact, harder to kill myself on, equipment. The way his muscles ripple and the sweat running down his body make me want to lick him all over.
He chuckles and winks at me, making me realise I’ve been staring and not doing anything for at least 5 minutes. I blush and look away, making him chuckle again. I decide to go to the opposite side of the gym and do some stretches instead so I don’t embarrass myself again. After another hour JK walks over to me, thankfully with his t-shirt back on.
“Let’s have lunch.” He offers.
“Okay.” I smile, downing the last little bit of my water.
He smiles and leads me to the kitchen where he makes me sit on a stool as he prepares lunch. It’s amazing to watch him here too. He seems so sure of himself and cooks with no hesitation. He soon serves us a wonderful tasting lunch and I can’t help but to moan as the flavour coats my tongue. He blushes but looks pleased at my enthusiasm for his food.
“You like it?” He asks, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“It’s delicious.” I groan, taking another bite.
He smiles again and continues to eat. Every time I take a bite I can’t help but moan at the taste and every time I do, I feel his eyes on me. I glance at him and he’s staring at me, slightly flushed with his mouth open.
“What?” I ask softly, using a napkin to wipe my face in case I have something on it.
“Do you always make those noises?” He asks softly, licking his lips.
“Oh sorry! I don’t mean to, it just happens when I taste something really nice. I know it’s annoying.” I gasp, looking down in embarrassment.
“It’s not annoying. I-I like the noises.” He sighs, leaning over to lift my chin up gently.
“You do?” I whisper, losing myself in his soft brown eyes.
He smiles and nods, blushing again. I smile back happily.
“Any food for me? I’m hungry.” V states as he walks in, making me pull away quickly.
“Yeah, there’s plenty.” JK laughs, offering food to V.
V sits down and digs into the food happily.
“I’m going to have a shower.” I say, standing up.
“Okay. There’s towels and toiletries in your bathroom. When we go shopping for furniture I’ll buy you any bathroom products you need too.” JK says kindly.
V suddenly glares at me and I swallow.
“I can buy my own things. You don’t need to spend your money on me.” I tell JK softly, not wanting to insult him.
“I don’t mind.” He smiles widely.
I smile awkwardly back at him and head to my room. I stay under the hot water for a while, wondering how I can stop JK from wanting to spend money on me without making him feel insulted. I dry off, change in nice comfy sweats and unpack. After a little while there is a knock on my door.
“Come in.” I call.
The door opens and JK pokes his head in before walking in fully. He smiles at me and looks around.
“Do you want any help putting things away?” He asks.
“No, thank you.” I smile up at him. “I haven’t got much anyway.”
“I can buy you more clothes too then.” He grins happily.
“JK, don’t take this the wrong way but I really do not want you buying things for me. I have my own money and I do t want to spend yours.” I say, cupping his face so I can look into his eyes as I talk.
His eyes go wide and he blinks at me for a moment.
“But I want to.” He states softly, looking sad.
“That’s really sweet but I don’t like taking money from people. Okay?” I state.
“Okay.” He sighs, frowning with a cute little pout.
“Thank you.” I Sigh in relief.
He smiles and steps back.
“Did you want me by the way?” I ask, tilting my head.
“What?” He yelps, blushing.
“You came to my room. Was there a reason? Did you need to talk to me about something?” I chuckle at his reaction.
“Oh! I just wanted to see what you were doing. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” He replies, looking at the floor shyly.
“Sure. What do you want to do?” I smile.
“I was just thinking of walking Bam.” He shrugs.
“Bam?” I ask curiously.
“He’s my dog.” He grins, getting excited again as he tells me all about him.
“He sounds lovely. I’d love to walk him with you.”
“Great!” He grins, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
We reach his room and he calls a gorgeous looking Doberman. I can’t help but to coo over Bam. He’s so cute! We take Bam for a nice long walk around the local area, enjoying the sunshine and gentle breeze. We walk for ages before we head back to the building where Suga has cooked dinner. I thank Suga for the food as he serves some to JK and I, making him smile. I sit next to JK as I eat and realise he’s watching me closely with a small smile.
“What?” I ask softly, hoping the others won’t hear.
“You made more noises for my food.” JK smirks happily.
I blush and look away, making him chuckle. I playfully shove him and he laughs, making the others look at us. I blush at the attention and they all chuckle. We’re all soon chatting and laughing together as we eat. After dinner we all work together to clean up and then sit down to watch a movie. After the movie, I decide to head to bed. JK walks me to my room and I kiss his cheek.
“Goodnight.” I smile at him.
“Goodnight. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.” He hums.
He leaves and I get into bed for the night, falling straight to sleep.
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fem boy feb day 3 - fashion , uniform (seokjin)
honestly im kind of proud of this one
tags: jinkook , chubby seokjin, seokjin is about to enlist , hurt comfort, stuffing , sexy costumes , stuffing ,ripping clothes , surprisingly SFW!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44889373/chapters/112946128#workskin
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Seokjin is done. Done with the farewell parties, done with the crying, done with the pity check-ups. He’s going to the military, he’ll be fine. It hit his fellow BTS members the hardest, his departure would really solidify these years they’ll spend without making music together. No matter how much Seokjin insisted he’d be more than okay if they wanted to make music as a band with him in the military, they refused. And Seokjin had to hide how relieved he was about that fact.
They’ve mostly gotten over it, with nearly a week of sleeping over at Seokjin’s apartment, and copious amounts of alcohol, and trying to squeeze all 7 of them into Seokjin’s bed. It reminded him of their old days, and he didn’t even know he needed it until they were all there; hugging him goodbye after their little getaway (more like the illegal settlement) in his home. And seeing how happy they all seemed made him feel soothed; more than he’s felt in a while since they took the decision to start enlisting.
All of them… but Jungkook.
He is trying to hide it from Seokjin, that much is obvious. But Jungkook’s always been such a bad liar. It would be cute, if it didn’t make Seokjin’s chest tighten. They’ve been together for so long, becoming more than friends. Seokjin doesn’t exactly remember when, one day they were trainees, the next he was kissing Yoongi in their shared bedroom; knowing fully well the same was happening everywhere else in the apartment.
It's more than friendship, it's more than romance. They’re soulmates, and he doesn't blame Jungkook. But he can’t leave his baby like that. He’s giving Jungkook a pick-me-up, and showed up at his apartment after getting confirmation to a short ‘are you home?’
The puzzled expression in Jungkook’s face quickly melts away at the sight of Seokjin. Or more like… at the sight of the fried chicken bags Seokjin brought with him.
“Hyung! You shouldn’t have.”
“I was driving and passed it by! This is the place you’d talk about nonstop, right?” Seokjin grins, his partner so entranced by the chicken he forgets to ask what's in the older’s bag. Perfect.
“It is, but I already have dinner.” He pouts, letting Seokjin in.
A smile spreads on his lips before he turns over his shoulder to eye Jungkook. “Who said it was for you?” He bites into his plump bottom lip just to hold himself from giggling; the way Jungkook’s jaw drops before an eager smile takes over his entire face.
“Oh. It's that kind of night, huh?” He closes the door, but his eyes stay glued to Seokjin.
“I missed you.” Seokjin sets the two bags down on the coffee table. No malice in his tone but a knowing smile in his face when he continues. “You keep avoiding me…”
“It wasn’t personal.” Jungook walks up to him, arm wrapping around Seokjin’s lower back, hand rubbing his hip. “I’ll avoid everyone that enlists!” Jungkook’s wide eyes melt at his heart, coaxing a soft chuckle out of him before he leans for a soft kiss.
“Let me change into something comfy… And then we can get started on my dinner.” He combs Jungkook’s long hair out of his face. The eager starry eyes that greet him back behind his fringe is worth it.
“Alright.” Jungkook releases him from his embrace. Pleased with himself, Seokjin goes to change to the bathroom.It’s so cheap, bordering on tacky. But it will get a smile out of Jungkook, for sure.
“I’m starving.” He announces, already walking to the living room nonchalant. Just to appreciate the way Jungkook’s head snaps up at the sight of the older, and his uniform.
Camouflage spandex that made his skin tight jumpsuit. Clinging to the chub that always loved to collect at his hips, the pudge of his belly evident in a way that would make their stylists faint in distress. Bulging forward, creating a crease of the spandex as it sags down a little. The outline of his belly button see through and dents the smooth curve of tubby fat. The small rolls at his sides showing as well, the material molding to them perfectly. A zipper that goes from his navel up to his chest is zipped all the way; just so it can accentuate his softer perky chest. The scratchy material doing nothing for his poor softened nipples. And the tight seams rode up to the base of his thighs and squeezed painfully, cutting off the circulation of his chunky legs with each step.
“H–hyung- what?” Jungkook sounds a little breathless just from the sight of him; only making Seokjin’s smile widen.
Once they decided they’d be going to enlist. Seokjin decided to go full out in the last months he had. Not bothering to restrain any of his eating in the slightest; he'd have to lose it all off anyway in his training. And it hadn't been long into his hedonist spree that he noticed Jungkook taking a liking to it; and not even that much later until Seokjin started getting him involved.
“I need to bulk up for the army Jungkook-ah.” He says finally approaching where the younger hurriedly sits up straight on the couch. Eyes following the enclosed jiggling of Seokjin’s body; spandex doing nothing to restrain it. Before he takes a seat on top of the younger’s lap. Loving the exhale of air he coaxes out of him. “And you’ll help me, right?”
Seokjin loves even more the way his soft belly presses to Jungkook’s flat torso. The younger still looks astonished when he nods, his aroused shock inviting Seokjin to lean closer until their lips brush together. “I need to get big… Really big.” He whispers as his hands work in tandem, picking up the bags and bringing them next to Jungkook.
“Fuck, open up, hyung.” Jungkook whispers with arousal as he scavenges through the box picking up the first piece and bringing it to the older’s eager open lips. Pushing in the wing and letting Seokjin devour it entirely, until he bobs his head backwards and the bone slips out completely clean. “You’re going to be so out of shape when you get there…” He muses out loud, Seokjin’s moans muffled by the food forced past his lips; having to wait until he swallows to respond.
“I want to be the fattest cadet in my squad-hmf!” Another chicken piece is forced in before he can even finish.
“You probably already are.” Jungkook smirks letting his eyes shamelessly trail over his plump body. “Not even got there and you're already bursting your uniform, hyungie.” The hand that isn’t feeding him caresses down the side of Seokjin’s thickened waist. Feeling the way the seam line sinks a little into the chub; small stacked rolls stretching it more than it seems to be able to handle.
Maybe Seokjin bought a size too small, it was part of the plan. But he’ll pretend not to notice for Jungkook to feel even more aroused.
“A-ah… It fit when I bought it.” He bites his lip embarrassed, eyeing Jungkook with wide guilty eyes.
“Did you buy it last year?” He giggles letting his hands try and grope at his ever expanding bloat but it’s nearly impossible. Not because of Seokjin’s bloat, no; his stomach has a constant layer of pliant fat even when he’s at his most stuffed. But because of the tight spandex reaching its tightest fit.
“J–just shut up and feed me.” Jungkook manages to embarrass him even when Seokjin knows the full truth that he didn’t outgrow unknowingly. Tips of his ears burning as he whines for more food. Luckily, Jungkook is quick to oblige; grabbing to tenders and stretching Seokjin’s cheek messily.
He can only groan and try his hardest to chew through everything, letting his hands cup his distended tight belly. Looking down he sees the camouflage pattern fainting to white from how much the spandex struggles to hold onto Seokjin’s newfound girth. Only motivating him more as he pushes forward to Jungkook’s hands feeding him. Ravishing everything that comes close to his lips.
“You won’t be able to hide it under any uniform. Everyone’s gonna know how spoiled you were back home.” He sighs, arousal brodering with love sick. “Gonna know there was someone taking care of you, waiting.” Seokjin nods delirious, moaning through his mouthfuls of oily food. Forcing himself to swallow as quickly as he can and lean to kiss Jungkook’s lips hungrily.
Fuck. He is going to miss this man so much.
It's only once he leaned forward, that the zipper of his uniform caves in to the pressure. Sliding open the entire way, from his chest to the base of his navel. Jungkook chuckling in between kisses as his hands finally get a proper grip on Seokjin’s body. Letting his rugged hands sneak in the opening and grope at the soft squishy fat. It's Jungkook’s turn to swallow as Seokjin moans into his lips, melting at his touch.
With a hold of his love handles, Jungkook pulls him impossibly closer. “Thank you for tonight, hyungie.” He whispers, grinning so wide and excited.
Seokjin has to catch his breath before responding. He really is out of shape. “We just started, sweetheart.”
It's already 3 months into his enlistment when he hears Jungkook has been doing chicken mukbangs of the same brand; eating huge amounts of it in public. And he can’t help but wonder if his baby has similar plans.
#fem boy feburary#jinkook#chubby seokjin#stuffing#ripping clothes#sfw#sexy costumes#hurt comfort#seokjin is about to go to the military#a little wink to that maddenign live jungkook did
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Chapter Two: Father's Day!
(3,000 words.)
♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!
REQUESTS OPEN :)
RULES IN END NOTES!
♡ Characters:
Little!Reader
CG Jungkook
CG Taehyung
Playcare Owner Hoseok
EA Felix
EA Hyunjin
Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin
Everyone else is Teachers!
♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!
After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!
Time to be brave!
Like a kitty cat stalking her unsuspecting prey, you crawl up onto the bed.
"Papa," You whisper, leaning in close to his angelic face as he snores lightly, his dirty blonde hair splayed messily across his pillow. You bump the end of your nose into the tiny mole on his cheekbone. As he begins to stir, you turn to tap Jungkook's arm. "Daddy."
Both men slowly blink away their sleep, smiling weakly when they realize who's sitting between them.
Taehyung grabs his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on and pulling you in for a warm hug.
"Good morning, early bird," He rasps, kissing your hair.
"Happy Father's Day," You cheer as calmly as you can, not wanting to startle them. "Wait... Or is it, 'Merry'?"
He laughs. "Whichever you want."
"Happy-Merry Father's Day, Papa," You decide, moving to give Jungkook a hug. "Happy-Merry Father's Day, Daddy."
"Thank you, baby," He snarls, squeezing you so tight to his bare chest you think you might snap like a bread stick!
You joke, "Owww!"
"You're the cutest." His tattooed hands fall to your waist as you pull away, heart fluttering as he fondly gazes up at you. "Aren't you?"
"Uh huh. You know what else I am, Papa and Daddy?"
Tae guesses, "Oh. You're... Jeon-Kim Haen?"
"You're hungry?" Jungkook adds.
"You're sleepy?"
"My favorite girl?"
"Funny?"
You can't help but giggle at their silliness, scrunching your nose at them.
"Sweet?"
"Creative?"
"Thoughtful?"
"Smart?"
"No," You shake your head. When they send you suspicious looks, you admit, "Okay, fine. I'm all'ose things. But I'm also... a chef!"
At the same time, they croon, "Ooh. A chef?"
You give a confident nod, putting on your best acting skills and sniffing the air. "Mmmm. What's that smell, you guys?"
They catch on quickly.
Taehyung grins boxily, "Did you make breakfast for us, sweetheart?"
Jungkook throws off the covers. "Well, we have go find out."
"Yeah!" You agree, climbing off the bed. "We have to go find out! Come on!"
Before Jungkook even has the chance to pull on a shirt, you grab his hand and drag him out of the room, Taehyung loyally following along behind you. The early morning sunshine breaks over you as you turn the corner, entering the sunny kitchen area together.
They both gasp softly at the sight that greets them.
Of course you cooked breakfast!
"Haen-ie," Taehyung's grin widens.
"Sit, sit, sit!" You push him forward, pleased to see him and Jungkook taking seats at the table. "I'll get water for you!"
As you run over to the fridge, the two men share a loving glance over the plates of food in front of them. You've spoiled each of them with a pile of hot, crispy eggs and fried rice leftovers, garnished with a pink marshmallow and a very, very large side of ketchup.
"I can't believe this, baby." Jungkook giggles cutely, as you return with a jug of cold water.
Taehyung is almost doubled over. "The marshmallow. Aww."
"Water for Daddy," You announce, pouring some into his glass. It slips a little, spilling a puddle onto the table, but Jungkook's hands shoot out and help you keep the jug steady. You do the same for Taehyung's glass with some more help from him. "And water for Papa!"
"Thank youuu," He cooes, taking a sip and very seriously considering the taste, as if it's a fine wine. "Mmmm. Very good."
Jungkook asks, "Chef Haen-nim, where did you get this delicious water?"
"It's straight from the Han River," You proudly tell him, taking a seat. "Masitkke deuseyo, Papa and Daddy."
"Masitkke deuseyo."
"Masitkke deuseyo," Taehyung bows, picking up his chopsticks and trying the rice, groaning as he chews. "Mm. Amazing."
Technically, it was him who cooked it for dinner last night, but it's been sprinkled with your love now! Even tastier!
"It looks like you-." Jungkook laughs, turning over his burnt egg. "Baby, did you cook this in the air frier?"
"Yep!" You chirp, watching as he stuffs it in his mouth, politely ignoring the blackened edge. "It was so easy!"
Your Papa and Daddy always tell you not to use the stove or the oven without their help, even if you put on the protective mittens, so you had to find another way to cook breakfast. It was scary hearing the sizzling oil and the loud, robot-like beep of the air fryer, but you love your Papa and Daddy so much that you forced yourself to be brave. You showed that stupid fryer who's boss - Jeon-Kim Haen!
"You're so talented, sweetness," Taehyung praises you. "Would you like to try Papa's marshmallow?"
He holds it to your lips, popping it into your mouth.
"S'ank you!"
"What about you, Jagi?" He looks at his husband. "You should eat your marshmallow, too. Don't waste it."
"Ah. So right," The man agrees, pinching it between his fingers.
"No, no, no," He stops him. "With the rice and eggs."
You giggle, trying not to spit gooey, pink dribble all over your chin as Jungkook gawks. "Wh-?! Punk, you fed yours to Haen already!"
"She loves marshmallows."
"Yah," He complains, twitching his head to the side and readying himself for the bite he's about to take. "How convenient."
"Haen-ie, Papa's smart, isn't he?"
You nod. "Papa is very smart."
"Smarter than Daddy, right?"
"Uh-huh."
Jungkook scoffs, smiling in the dim sunlight at the both of you before taking a bite of everything on his plate.
You wait with bated breath as he tests it out, surprisingly unfazed by the mixture of burnt egg, stale rice, and the sugary gummy.
"Aigo," He mutters, coughing a laugh, swallowing it down like a thick tar. "Why is it good?"
The three of you burst into giggles.
"What?! You're weird, Daddy."
He places his chopsticks down and cradles your face, pressing a wet, sweet-smelling kiss to your cheek. "Best breakfast ever, baby."
Taehyung subtly adds, "But Papa is going to have to cook us some real food after this..."
"Hyunjin-ie!" You squeal as soon as you enter the classroom. "Good morning!"
"Good morning, Haen-ie," The EA smiles gracefully, kneeling down to give you a brief, friendly hug. Leaning away, he holds both your hands, looking up at you with a gentle gaze and his long hair pulled back into a stylish bun. "How are you today?"
"You should ask me what I had for breakfast," You giggle, squeezing his fingers.
"Oh? What did you have for breakfast?"
"I had eggs, rice, and," You pause, cracking yourself up by whispering loudly, "Marshmallows!"
Hyunjin gasps like you've just slapped him, dramatic as ever. "Marshmallows?!"
"Yeah! Pink ones!"
"Why, why, why?"
"I made breakfast for my Papa and Daddy be- because it's Father's Day," You explain, beaming.
"Is that right? I can see why your Papa calls you 'sweetness', Haen-ie."
"It's because I'm sweet!"
"Yes, it is." Standing up, the man leads you over to the cubby shelves. "Sweet as a marshmallow!"
Putting away your backpack and greeting the other teachers, you head over to the toy area, where your friends Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jimin are grooving out to this morning's song, 'Wiggle, Spin!'. The three of them break out in excitement when they spot you.
"Haen-ie!" Jeongin exclaims, the alien antennas on his headband wobbling around. "Look! We're dancing!"
"I like dancing!"
"No, we're wiggling and spinning," Seungmin corrects the boy, spinning in a circle when the song tells him to. "See?"
As the rest of you follow suit and do a spin, Jimin claims, "This is dancing!"
"You gotta wear a headband, too," Jeongin grabs a matching one from the basket nearby, sliding it on your head. "There you go!"
"Thanks, Jeongin!"
"You're welcome, Hae- Oh!"
The song is suddenly telling you to wiggle your hips next, so you make sure to follow the command. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!
Once the move is over, Jeongin finishes his sentence. "You're welcome, Haen-ie."
"Who's Haen-ie?"
He tilts his head, copper colored hair falling over his eye. "What? It's you!"
"Nuh-uh. My name is Beep-Boop now!" You wag your antennas side to side. "'Cuz I'm an alien! See?"
"Ohhhh." He grins, his eyes squished closed. "You're welcome, Beep-Boop!"
"Beep-Boop," Jimin chirps.
Seungmin copies him. "Beep-Boop!"
"Beep-Boop," You agree with the alien. "Beepy-Beepy-Boop!"
"Beeeeep!"
"Hey, friends," Yeongbok's voice comes. You look up at him, met with the lovely EA's bright smile. You feel your whole body preen like a flower under a ray of sunlight, his antennas bouncing all over the place as he approaches you. "Can I dance with you?"
Without even thinking, all four of you waste no time shouting at him, "Beep-Boop!"
He blanches a little. "Is that a yes?"
You grab his hand. "Yes!"
"Aw. Thank you, kind alien. Did you guys know it's Father's Day today?"
"Oh! Yeah! I gave my Dad a big hug this morning," Seungmin announces.
Yeongbok's crooked smile widens. "That's amazing, Seungmin-ie."
"I hugged my Dad, too!"
You tell him, "I made my Papa and Daddy breakfast."
"Oh, Yeongbok," Jimin's mouth forms a pink 'O', like he's just remembered something. "Haen-ie has two Dads, you know!"
As everyone does another spin, Yeongbok agrees, "Yeah, she does. Isn't that great?"
"She's so lucky."
You stick a finger up, wanting to set something straight. "But Jimin, two Dads means there's- there's twice the Dad-farts!"
"Haen-," Yeongbok tries his best not to burst into laughter like the boys do. "Haen-ie, we don't talk about that sort of thing."
"And you can never decide who you want a piggyback from."
"She said, 'fart'!"
"And also, you can't use their shoes for playing dress-up, 'cuz they only have ugly loafers and grandpa sandals."
"Haen-ie, I hope that's not in your presentation today," Yeongbok chides very lightly.
"What? Shoes, or farts?"
He gives you a cheeky look. "Aigo. I'm going to tell Hyunjin that you're a little trickster."
"Hyunjin loves me," You argue, squealing when the EA grabs at your tummy, digging into you with tickling fingers. "Hey! He loves me!"
"Trickster," He taunts, "You're a little trickster!"
Pushing at his shoulders, you laugh, "That- That tickles, Ye-Yeongbok-ie! Ah!"
"Get off Beep-Boop!"
As Hoseok switches off the dancing song, your alien friends all jump your attacker, dog-piling him until he trips, landing on his butt on the foam padding of the floor. Headbands go flying, legs kicking wildly as Yeongbok growls in defeat like a wounded animal.
"Okay, friends," Your teacher interrupts the chaos, smiling knowingly at you as you stand there innocently.
"I'm sorry," Yeongbok laughs in his deep voice, "I'm sorry!"
"Dance time is over. Let's head over to our desks and get ready to give our presentations!"
You thrust your hands out at the pile of your friends, shouting, "Lazer beam!"
They all flop onto their sides, slowly rising and heading over to the learning area to recover from your dangerous alien powers.
You remember on your first day at Playcare, Hyunjin explained that dancing before class helps everybody get rid of their morning jitters, but you don't think that's entirely true. You did lots of dancing this morning, and as you watch Ahyun finish her presentation and return to her table, receiving a high-five from Hoseok, you can confirm that there is definitely at least one or two jitters in your belly.
When the applause dies down, your teacher speaks.
"Okay. Next on our list is," Hoseok scrolls down the iPad screen. "Ah. Haen-ie!"
He clicks around, causing a photo of you, Taehyung, and Jungkook to appear on the whiteboard, replacing Ahyun's family.
Everyone gives you a soft round of applause as you freeze up, unsure.
Jeongin and Jimin cheer, "Yay, Haen-ie!"
"Yay, Haen-ie!"
"You got this," Yeongbok pets your shoulder, the tiny freckles on his nose scrunching as he smiles.
"I got this," You whisper to yourself, standing from your seat.
Yeongbok and Hyunjin both send you a thumbs up, Hoseok gesturing for you to begin whenever you're ready.
You got this!
You shouldn't be nervous! These are your friends!
With one last glance over your shoulder at Taehyung and Jungkook on the board, you muster up the courage to face the class and begin politely, "Happy Father's Day, ev- everyone. This is my Papa and Daddy... Papa's the blonde one, and Daddy's the tall one."
You sound a bit like a robot, reciting the speech you wrote with Hoseok's help a few days ago.
"My Papa's a hairdresser and I love him because he makes my hair pretty every day. He's good at cutting hair and making it different colors, but he also likes doing pottery and taking photos with his big camera. My Daddy, he's an accountant... I don't know what that is, but he's very good at it, too. He likes to work out and he has lots of tattoos, and I love him because he ties my shoelaces for me."
You spot Hyunjin pouting harder than ever from the back of the class, looking like you've stolen his candy.
Yeongbok simply looks like a kicked puppy.
"Oh, and he does this thing called deadlifting," You giggle, remembering. "But he uses me instead of actual weights. It's really funny."
Small smiles break out across their faces.
"There's lots of reasons I love them, but Hoseok-seonsangnim said I only have two or three minutes.... so-, um..."
If you listed all of the reasons you loved your Papa and Daddy, you'd need at least three hours.
At least!
When you're at a loss for what else to say, Hoseok helps you out by prompting, "Why'd you choose this photo, Haen-ie?"
"Oh! I chose it because it's from the- from the day we moved to Seoul, and because Papa said it has his good side in it."
"Ahhh."
You point out, "We're at a cafe 'cuz it was a long drive from Geochang, and they were hungry. Well, that's what Papa said, but they didn't actually eat much. They just buyed this, um, little cake with a love-heart and 'Welcome Home', on it, and we ate it together."
Your teacher sends you a cheerful grin. "That's lovely, Haen-ie. Anything else you want to tell us?"
You share a glance with your table, where Yeongbok is shaking his head at you and the boys are all nodding.
Your ears go pink.
Yes, there is something else!
"Having two Dads means... you get twice the," You tease, watching your EA facepalm into the table. "Dad jokes!"
He raises his head, pleasantly surprised. You had managed to go the whole presentation without mentioning farts.
"Great job, Haen," Hoseok claps, rallying the class to join in. "Great job."
Returning to your desk, you sit down in your chair, welcomed back by Yeongbok petting your shoulder again.
"I did it!" You whisper. "I didn't even cry, or anything!"
"Amazing," He agrees.
"Okay, everyone. Only a few more to go now. Next up is-!"
That night, Taehyung lets you share the rest of the marshmallows while you all watch Jungkook's favorite movie - one with no swearing, punching, or bad guys, of course - Spirited Away. It's lucky that your tough Daddy is just as in love with Ghibli movies as you are!
After Chihiro crosses the river and Sen is freed from the Bathhouse, the credits start rolling.
Wrapped up in a blanket, Tae jokes, "How many times have you guys seen this movie now? Thirty?"
"A thousand."
"A thousand," You both say at the same time, giggling and high-fiving afterward.
After that, your Papa and Daddy decide they want to watch something else.
Your performance!
You step up onto the imaginary stage, which is really just the lounge room rug, and recite your speech all over again just for them. You don't sound so much like a robot, anymore. You sound like Jeon-Kim Haen, telling your parents how much you love them.
You love them because they always hold both your hands when you cross the street, which is very important!
You love them for making sure your clothes are clean, your belly is full, and your heart is happy.
You love the warm bear hugs Taehyung gives you, and you love the bone-crushing hugs Jungkook gives you.
You love Taehyung because when he sings you to sleep, it sounds like deep thunder clouds and smooth rocks.
When Jungkook sings you to sleep, it sounds like you're already dreaming!
And of course, you simply love that they're your parents.
Jimin is right.
You're lucky!
Taehyung and Jungkook don't quite give you the three hours you'd need to list all your reasons. It's almost your bed time and they can tell you're getting sleepier by the minute, but it's definitely enough time to melt their hearts into marshmallow-goo.
"Yah! I'm not cryinggg-uhhhhh!" Jungkook whines when you're done, slapping his husband, "You are!"
Taehyung doesn't even deny it. "I am!"
"Oh, wait."
As Taehyung completes the last button on your pyjama shirt, you run over to your backpack, digging through it.
"I forgot to-... to give this to you. It's still Father's Day, right, Papa?"
"Of course." He cooes. "What kind of Dad would I be if I put you to bed after midnight?"
Ohh. Found it!
"Here."
"What's this?" He smiles, holding out his hands.
You place a smooth, colorful stone in his palms.
"It's for you and Daddy."
You Rock, The paint on the front side says, and on the bottom side, Happy Father's Day. From Haen.
"Namjoon-seonsangnim said it's a joke in English," You explain, rubbing your eyes. "He thinks he's really funny, you know."
Your Papa chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, sweetest. Maybe Daddy will understand it. Let's ask him tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay," You yawn. "Tomorrow."
"Let's get you into bed. You're late for your sweet dreams."
The next morning, when you hand the stone to Jungkook at the breakfast table, he just starts giggling to himself.
"Ah, seriously... Your Dad jokes are better than ours, baby."
"Namjoon-seonsangnim is gonna love it when I tell him that."
End Notes:
Of course, this is dedicated to everyone out there who's never gotten the chance to make happy memories on Father's Day <3333
Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!
Things I won't write.
- Smut.
- Self-harm.
- Intense angst.
- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.
Everything else goes!
Current roles.
- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.
- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.
- Jin: ???
- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.
- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.
- Yoongi: Music Teacher.
- Jimin: Little.
- Bangchan: ???
- Lee Know: ???
- Han: ???
- Changbin: Sports Teacher.
- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.
- Felix: EA.
- Seungmin: Little.
- Jeongin: Little.
I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^
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