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Cafuné | K.NJ - M.YG
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗒/𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟣.𝟩𝗄
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇
a/n: i know i talked about switching the pov/story flow a while back and this is the start of that change. from now on this story will no longer be a y/n fic. i will refer to the reader as 'you' with she/her pronouns.
a/n 2: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all…so yeah. sorry for mistakes.
𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
The scent of melted butter and pork fat wakes you from your sleep. Tucked away in the thick blankets of Namjoon’s bed, you snuggle deeper into the warmth and yawn. Your body feels heavy, weighed down by the promise of sweet dreams and peaceful slumber. The smell of the food pokes at some horrible memory from the past of Namjoon and an open flame on the stove top.
As if struck by lightning, you bolt out of bed, cursing as your bare feet touch the cold hardwood; quickly you shove your feet into a pair of indigo house slippers and rush out the room. Darting down the hall, you find yourself in the threshold of the kitchen, where Namjoon stands in a light grey oversized shirt with his back turned.
“What are you doing?!”
Your panicked voice makes Namjoon jump with a shout and the plate in his hand crashes to the floor. The black ceramic shatters into pieces and food goes all over, making a mess.
“Shit!”
“Fuck! S-Sorry!”
You hurry around the island to help Namjoon clean up but he holds out his hands and pushes you away from the mess lightly.
“Sit down, Poppy. I got this.”
Feeling bad for scaring him, you do as you’re told and sit at the island silently. Namjoon hikes the bottom of his black sweat pants up around his ankles, squats down in front of the sink and pulls out a handheld vacuum. Carefully, he vacuums up the mess and uses a damp cloth to wipe the floor before he empties the vacuum into the trash. Putting the vacuum away, Namjoon stands to his full height and leans against the island with a small frown on his face.
“You okay?”
You nod your head and sigh, “I’m so sorry, Joonie. I-I smelt the butter and I thought you were going to burn down the kitchen like back in college.”
Namjoon’s lips twitch as he fights back a smile and he runs a hand through his hair, “I’m not a total lost cause, you know. I can cook kimchi pancakes just fine a-and I make a pretty mean pork belly soup.”
“Did I ruin breakfast? We can grab something on our way into the office if we-” You look past Namjoon at the clock on the stove and your eyes widen. “Shit! Joonie we’re fucking late!”
“Wait. Wait! Relax.” Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his neck, the bones cracking as he does so. “I’m not going into the office today and since I’m not there, you won’t be either.”
“But-”
“Ah, ah! No buts, Poppy. Eat your breakfast and relax. I’ll be in my office for a few hours finishing up some things.”
“Namjoon-”
Namjoon waves off your concern and turns back to the stove. “Give me fifteen minutes and breakfast will be done.”
“Do you want help?”
“I’m good. Why don’t you go wash up?”
You stare at Namjoon’s back for a few moments before nodding your head. Looking down at your pajamas (a pair of white sleep pants with half eaten peaches and a black crop top with the same half eaten peach in the center that says ‘just peachy’ underneath is white cursive font), you agree that maybe a shower would be good. You’re sure you saw a sweater set hanging in Namjoon’s closet that looks comfy enough to change into. It’s something that Namjoon purchased to keep at his place and you have yet to wear it.
“Holler if you need me.”
Namjoon hums in acknowledgement and you leave the kitchen to get washed up and dressed in actual clothes. Namjoon’s bathroom is nice. All sleek grey tile with white and blue accents. It fits Namjoon’s personality nicely and it always puts a smile on your face when you see small hints of yourself mixed in. An orange toothbrush rests beside Namjoon’s black, a fluffy lime green robe hangs on the back of the bathroom door next to his dark blue one and there is a bottle of dark cherry and vanilla body wash in the corner of his shower.
Wrapping a towel around your body, you step out of the shower and stand on the mat quickly patting yourself dry. Slipping the robe onto your body, you tie a loose knot around your waist and proceed to brush your teeth before you start your skincare routine.
Your skincare products are tucked away on the right side of the sink while Namjoon’s sits on the left side. Pulling the shower cap from off your head, you hang it up to dry and exit the bathroom. The scent of food is stronger now and your stomach growls at the promise of food. Walking over to the dresser, you grab your giant bottle of vanilla scented oil cream and sit on the edge of the bed. Pumping the cool cream into your palm, you rub your hands together and slather it onto your legs.
Sliding the robe off your shoulders until it falls to your waist, you apply the cream to your arms, breast and stomach. Fixing the robe back onto your shoulders, you head back into the bathroom and pile your passion twists onto the top of your head before grabbing a white head wrap and creating a cute style to keep your hair out of your face.
You hear Namjoon shout that the food is ready and hurry to get dressed. You’re pleased by the sweater outfit that Namjoon picked. It’s simple enough, light cream ribbed knit pants that hug your thighs and flare out around your ankles to cover your feet with an off the shoulder crop top that has long flowing split sleeves. Sliding your feet back into your house slippers, you skip out to the hallway and make your way to the kitchen. Namjoon is still standing up, setting the table for the two of you. Hearing your footfalls, he looks up and grins.
“You look comfy,” Namjoon comments as he places two glasses down on the table.
“This material is really soft. I love it.”
As you sit at the island, Namjoon goes to the fridge, “What do you want to drink?”
“Do you still have that tangerine green tea?”
“From the other week?” Namjoon double checks his fridge and sure enough, the bottle has been pushed to the back. Silently, Namjoon grabs the bottle and carries it over to the table. He fills your glass with the sweet citrus tea and places it on the island before he sits down with his coffee in front of his plate.
“So…” You pucker your lips into a duck pout and Namjoon sips his coffee loudly making you laugh while he chuckles. “Why aren’t we at work?”
“We-” Namjoon points between himself and you before he sets his coffee mug down, “need a fucking break. When’s the last time you slept this late?”
“That’s not a good reason-”
“I’m the boss and I say it is, so it is.”
Namjoon grabs his chopsticks and you know this conversation is over. Sighing, you pick up your own chopsticks and pull apart the kimchi pancake. You pair it with some rice and pork belly, smiling as the flavors dance on your tongue. Okay, so maybe Namjoon can cook…a little bit.
Sitting on Namjoon’s couch with your legs stretched out is heaven. His couch is comfy, just the right amount of firm and plush as you watch another episode of ‘Tale of the Nine Tailed’. From beside you, your phone pings with a notification and you glance down, smiling when you see Yoongi’s name.
Yoongi: Enjoying your skip day 🫤
You giggle at the use of the emoji and quickly text Yoongi back letting him know that Namjoon chose to work from home and gave you the day to relax.
Yoongi: Jimin-ssi sent a package for you 👀
You: 🤔👀
Yoongi: I’m not opening it 🙄
You find yourself smiling at your phone and look up towards the hallway where Namjoon’s office is, screaming when you see Namjoon standing at the back of the couch. Your arms jerk and your phone goes flying to the floor, landing on the screen.
“Jesus!” You shout, throwing a hand over your heart. “How is your big ass so fucking quite?”
Namjoon laughs, his shoulders shaking as he rounds the corner of the couch and squats down to grab your phone from the floor.
“Is the screen fine?”
Namjoon looks at your phone, the screen lighting up at the new angle and he sees Yoongi’s name on the uncracked screen.
“It’s fine…sorry for scaring you.”
Namjoon rises and plops down on the couch, sitting on your toes before he hands you the phone. You double check to make sure Namjoon isn’t lying about the screen and see no damage.
“Are you done working?” You question and look up from your phone.
Namjoon has a frown on his face and he is just staring at you. You raise an eyebrow and wiggle your toes underneath his thigh.
“Hello? Joonie?”
His silence makes you set your phone on the coffee table and pull your toes out from under him. You crawl into Namjoon’s lap and squish his face between your hands. His lips pucker out into a pout and you start making quacking noses. Namjoon’s pouty frown slowly turns into a dimpled smile and he gently grabs your wrists, pulling your hands from his face.
Namjoon’s touch is soft and you raise an eyebrow as he brings your hands to his chest. He leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You drum your fingers to the beat of his heat and hum softly as Namjoon’s weight sags against you.
“Tired?” You whisper and Namjoon doesn’t answer for a short while before he nods his head. You coo at your large friend and carefully twist your wrists from his grasp. Silently, you wrap your arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and play with the shortened hair at the nape of his neck. Using your full body weight, you lean to the side and pull Namjoon down so that the both of you are laying on your sides on the couch. Namjoon hikes his feet up, bending his knees and you wrap your legs around his waist while his face buries into your neck.
You continue to hum softly and start to card your fingers through his hair as his breathing starts to slowly even out. Your eyes grow heavy and you rest your cheek against the top of Namjoon’s head as you nod off to sleep with him holding you close.
#namjoon fic#namjoon fluff#namjoon angst#yoongi fic#namjoon x reader#yoongi x reader#bts office au#soc namjoon#soc yoongi#fic: cafuné#cafuné ch 7
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Tumblr anniversary
It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.
Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.
My, what innocent babes we were.
So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.
We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.
We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.
We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...
We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.
We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.
We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.
We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.
We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.
We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.
There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.
Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.
I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.
And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.
#jikook continue to jikook regardless#bts chapter 2#happy birthday bro#jikook in the sheets#i was getting a pedicure and Vibe played and I almost chair danced#happyanniversary
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Namseok potatoe #32
What about
Superstar J-Hope at the sunset of his life is doing a recap of his life. It has been sweet and successful, fulfilling the biggest dream of his life which was to live under the spotlight, being loved and paid for his passion: music.
His biggest dream? Really?
He has been lying to himself for years now.
No. Hoseok had always had another dream, but an unreachable one. The one that pains his heart for so long. The one he will bring with him to the grave.
Just being allowed to watch from afar what could have been his. That felicity that he declined with no look behind. The life he could have had with the only person he ever loves: Kim Namjoon.
Ex boyfriend.
The one he left behind to fulfill his shining destiny.
The one whose sad gaze and voice still haunt him now.
The one who begged him to stay, that they would sort everything out so he could make his dream come true... Maybe not the way he wanted, but still. They would still be together, right?
But young and foolish Hoseok left with no look behind.
Just spying his ex on soc med, realizing the other has built his life with someone else. They have adopted kids and puppies, are living in a big a pretty home.
Exactly what they had dreamed for their own future.
So, now he's lying on his dy!ng bed, remorses are his only friends.
And what if?
What if he made another choice?
What if he had listened to Namjoon and stayed?
What if?
Then, he starts to hear the voices.
First, it was light, just giggle.
And then, a soft one whispering to his ear.
"Jung Hoseok... Are you ready?"
"Ready? Ready for what?"
"To leave?"
"To leave? Why not... I've fulfilled what I had to in this life... There is nothing keeping me"
"This is unusual" the voice is no more light but concerned "I'm more used to people who are begging me to stay a little bit longer..."
"For what? As you can see, I have no one in this room with me, no husband, no children... Just you and I. I would have begged you to stay longer if my life took another turn, but this is not the case.."
"Hmm.. Another turn? Do you want another chance, Jung Hoseok?"
"Chance? What chance?"
"Another chance, to live your life with your fated one?"
"Let's say. I make you go back in time and have your loved one in your life again. You'll go back with your memories. Back to that moment you met him. Of course, he won't remember you, but if he's really your fated one, you'll be able to make him love you once again, right?" the voice smirks.
The offer is tempting, but what is the trick?
He's frowning, thinking hard "what is your gain?"
"Hmm... First, entertainment. And second, your soul. So? What do you decide?"
Who needs a soul anyway?
#bts fanfic#bts namseok#namseok#namseokau#namseok au#fanfic#ennie au#ennie is lost in tumblr#ennie's potatoe
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bts concept photos x kaz brekker quotes
#fandomaestheticnet#armysource#bangtanarmynet#kpopgfxnetwork#btsgfx#bts#soc#six of crows#socedit#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#ajhhdsk this took like 2 hours idk how to make gfx#mine#my edit#my edits#mine: bts
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as much as i love bts... i have to admit they belong to the soaps
#they are so soc i dont understand people typing half the members as soc blind jdhdjs#get real if half of them were soc blind they wouldnt. be a kpop group#namjoon. a soc blind. and yoongi. a sx dom????? i have to laugh#c444
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Chapter Four
BTS Outsiders AU
Word Count: 2.1K
Trigger Warning: _
Previous Chapter < > Next Chapter
Song: Golden by Morning TV
Rose
I picked at the mushy lunch food as I looked around the lunch table. Taehyung and I sat in silence as Jin and Jimin laughed about something dumb one of their friends did.
“Like, really, who the hell does something like that?” Jimin laughed.
“I know, right? That’s what I told him, and he still doesn’t listen.” Jin added.
Jimin laughed, “What do you think, Rose?... Rose?”
I suddenly realized he was talking to me, “Uh… what? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked.
Jimin smiled compassionately, “I was saying-”
“Hey! Watch it, freak!” Jin shouted.
“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The girl apologized, walking away quickly.
I looked around Jimin and saw Taehyung’s bag tipped over, with all of the contents spilled out. She probably just kicked it.
“Jin, don’t worry about it. It was an accident.” Taehyung said quietly as he put his stuff back in his bag. I noticed a small box on the floor.
“Tae!” I whispered and gestured to the box. He seemed confused at first but his eyes widened when he saw it, ‘Tape’ he mouthed back.
“Am I missing something here? What’s going on?” Jimin asked.
“Oh, nothing.” I replied a bit too quickly.
“Rose, don’t lie to me, you guys have been acting weird ever since the assembly. What happened that I don’t know about?”
“Jimin, really. It’s nothing. We were just… upset about what happened to Jungkook.” I lied.
“Upset? You barely knew him. Rose, tell me the truth.” Jimin pushed on.
“Listen, if you guys are gonna have one of your couple fights, do it out in the hall.” Jin interrupted.
I sighed and took Jimin’s hand. I led him out to the hallway, I turned around to see Taehyung nod at me. I knew I had to tell him.
“Okay, now that we’re out here, what’s going on?” Jimin asked impatiently.
“Look, Jimin, I-”
“Are you cheating on me with Tae?” Jimin asked quickly with tears in his eyes.
“What? No! Oh my god, no, no no! Never!” I assured him. He quickly got over it sighed in relief, “Okay, then what?”
“The other day, when Tae was at his locker, he found a tape.”
“A tape?” Jimin repeated.
“Yes, a tape. When we played it back, it was a video of Jungkook, the day he died.”
“No way.” Jimin said, wide eyed, “Did it show…?”
“Yeah, um… listen, you have to promise me to not tell anyone about this.”
“I swear on my life.” He promised quietly as he took my hand.
“Okay... Jungkook didn’t commit suicide. Someone killed him. They made him drop the camera, and right before they shot him, they filmed his body and the message.”
“Just like what my dad said… What did the message say?” He asked hesitantly.
“It said ‘I’m sorry’. I’m not sure if they were trying to frame his suicide or if the murderer himself meant it.”
“Why would he be sorry? If he didn’t want to kill Jungkook, why didn’t he just… not kill him?”
“Jimin, I don’t know. Before he attacked him, Jungkook said hi to him, and he talked to him like they were friends. But the tape cut out any parts where he would’ve responded.”
“This is way too sketchy… Does anyone else know besides you and Tae?” Jimin asked.
“Um, yeah. You can’t tell Jin, he’ll kill us, but we went to this Greaser’s house.”
“Wait, you what?” Jimin asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
“Yeah, his name is Namjoon. He knew Jungkook. I’m not sure what he can do with the tapes, but he might be able to help.” I explained hesitantly.
“Tapes? You mean there’s more?”
“Tae just found one in his bag, when it was tipped over just now. We’ll probably bring it to Namjoon after school and watch it.”
Jimin stayed quiet for a moment, “I want to come with.”
“What? No you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. You don’t know this Namjoon guy. He could be some sort of escaped convict or something!”
“I’m pretty sure he isn’t an escaped convict. Jimin, he’s chill and from what I’ve seen of him, he isn’t looking for trouble with us Socs.”
Jimin looked around, and looked back into the cafeteria. I saw Jin smile and wink at us and turn to say something to Tae. Jimin sighed, “Fine, but I still want to come with.”
I drove up to Namjoon house slowly, checking to see if anymore cars were here. I didn’t see any other than the one parked lazily next to the entrance.
“So… What’s this guy like?” Jimin asked, “Is there anything I should know before we go in there, guns blazing?”
“‘Guns blazing’? Really Jimin? We’re just gonna go in there, watch the tape, and see if he can do anything with it.” Taehyung explained.
“Why would he know what to do? Shouldn’t we just bring it to the police? You know my dad’s a cop, maybe he can help if I-”
“No, Jimin! You don’t get it, the cops already looked for signs and clues of a murderer, they found nothing! If we gave them these it would make us look like we were the ones that did it anyways.” I told him.
“Okay, yeah… Let’s just go in already.”
As we walked up to the door we could hear people talking and laughing from inside the house. I peeked through the window and saw the people from the other day inside the kitchen talking. I couldn’t remember their names exactly… Mary and something that started with an H?
“Oh shit, Marie and Hoseok are here, maybe it’s best if we come back later.” Taehyung stepped back.
“Too late.” Jimin said as he knocked on the door. I could see Marie turn around and go to answer the door.
“Um… hello? Is there something you guys need?” She asked awkwardly.
“Yeah, is Namjoon here?” Jimin asked confidently. Hoseok eyed him suspiciously, “Lemme go check.” He said as he walked to some room in the house.
“So who’s this one?” Marie asked, gesturing to Jimin. Before Taehyung or I could say anything, Jimin introduced himself.
“Hello, I’m Jimin Park. Rose’s boyfriend. Who are you?” He asked in a tone that sounded more like an insult than a question.
“I’m Marie. That’s all you need to know.” She glared at him. Hoseok came back with Namjoon, who’s eyes widened when he noticed us.
“You’re back! Did you find another…?”
“Yeah, we haven’t watched it yet. I found it in my bag today during lunch.” Taehyung explained.
“So it clearly isn’t a mistake that you’re getting these tapes… But who’s putting them there?” Namjoon wondered.
“Maybe someone saw the murderer kill Jungkook.” Marie suggested.
“Or maybe it’s the murderer himself that’s been planting the tapes.” Jimin said.
“I kind of doubt it.” Hoseok replied.
“Let’s just watch the tape already!” Taehyung shouted as he took out the camcorder.
“Turn that damn thing off!” Someone laughed behind a black screen. A hand moved away and it revealed a smiling Hoseok looking at whoever was behind the camera. They were sitting at a diner, a soft chatter in the filling background sound.
“Oh come on, you love the attention.” The person behind the camera said, most likely Jungkook.
Hoseok shook his head, “You’re not wrong.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Look at what we got here!” A deep voice boomed off camera. Hoseok looked up with a dark expression.
“Mind your own damn business, we haven’t done nothing.” Hoseok growled.
“Sorry buddy, but I ain’t scared of a couple o’ Greasers.” The man threatened. Hoseok kept staring at him intensely.
The camera started shaking, “What’s this little toy you got here?” The voice asked, “Hey! That’s not yours- let it go!” Jungkook shouted. The camera was pulled back and forth before it was raised into the air with a ‘thump’ sound.
“Not so tough, are ya, little guy?”
The camera was panned at the tiled ground, and a few small feet walked up to whoever was holding the camera, “Is that your camera, young man?” An older woman’s voice asked.
“Um, ma’am, I-” He stuttered.
“Give the boy back his camera, or I’ll kick you and your friends out right this minute.” She scolded him.
“Alright, ma’am, It won’t be a problem again.” He set the camera down, which showed half of Hoseok’s face. He was serious, yet looked surprised, as if no one had ever done this for them before.
Soft footsteps walked away, but Hoseok still looked serious. A chorus of conversations grew louder, it sounded like teenage boys.
“Henry! These guys giving you any trouble?” One asked.
“Nah. Let’s just get out of here.” He answered.
The group of boys left, and while Hoseok’s serious and hardened look faded, a more angry one took its place.
“Those bastards, I’d like to see them actually own up to anything their dumbasses get them into.” Hoseok commented under his breath.
“Yeah, it was kind of pathetic to see how easily he gave up when that lady showed up.” Jungkook agreed.
“Hey, if they ever mess with you like that and I’m not around, tell me. I’ll kill them if that’s what it takes.” Hoseok threatened.
Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t think you need to go that far, but a good spook wouldn’t hurt.”
“I just don’t want them picking on you like that, Kook.”
“Thanks, Hobi.”
I looked up and saw that Hoseok had tears in his eyes.
“Why would someone…?” Taehyung trailed off.
“I think they’re setting up something bigger. This definitely isn’t the last tape.” Namjoon said.
I noticed that Marie had stood up with Hoseok and gone to the kitchen. He was crying silently as she was saying something to him that I couldn’t hear.
Marie
“Hoseok…” I looked up to see Hoseok leaning against the kitchen counter, him covering his face with one of his hands.
“This tape must’ve meant a lot to you.”
“No kidding.” He answered sharply, peering up from his covered tear stained face and looked at me into my eyes.
“I… I miss him.” Hoseok confessed, fiddling with one of the silverware he found nearby.
I grabbed the spoon he was holding and put it aside. “We all miss him, Hoseok.”
“You don’t-” He was interrupted by some murmuring coming from the living room. “You just don’t understand how I feel.”
“Hobi, what do I not understand about it? That Kookie was murdered and someone involved with this mess is sending some Soc that we don’t even know tapes? Of course I understand how you are feeling.” I remarked. “Jungkook was our family. I even considered him a little brother.”
“I think we all did.”
“Also… “ I pondered for a bit, trying to change the subject. “Maybe we should go back in the living room and invite Taehyung and Rose for dinner.”
“Yes! I mean yeah, why not.”
“I never realized I missed him so much.” I remarked, before walking back into the living room. I glanced at an old picture of Jungkook on Namjoon’s fridge. He was about eight then, playing in one of the sand hills by his old house. He was so happy and full of life. Suddenly I came to realization that that was the same boy that was shot not too long ago.
“He was murdered, Hoseok.”
We all sat at the dinner table facing one another uncomfortably. Uncoincidentally all the Socs sat on one side and Hoseok and I sat at the other. Namjoon sighed as he set down the pot of spaghetti.
“What do guys want to drink? There’s not many options…” He ran over to check the fridge. “We got water and a pack of SD.”
As Namjoon mentioned the soda ‘SD’, Hoseok tensed up. “Uh I’ll have an SD.”
“I’ll have one too,” Jimin added.
I glanced at Hoseok. His eyes were shifted onto one of the SD cans inside the living room. “Make that three.”
“Could we both get water?” Rose insisted.
“On it!” Namjoon chimed in with the armful of beverages. As he set down Hoseok’s SD, he shifted in his seat. He murmured something underneath his breath that sounded something like ‘I can’t take this’ or ‘I can’t do this anymore’. Whatever he had whispered sounded concerning.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by him bolting out of his chair and into the bathroom.
“Uh he must’ve really had to go then.” Jimin remarked.
“Really Jimin?” Taehyung and Rose said simultaneously.
Ignoring their retorts to one another I looked back at the bathroom door. It felt as if he was scared of the drink. Why would anyone be that terrified of SD?
#bts#bangtan seonyeondan#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts outsiders au#outsiders#outsiders au#socs#greasers#the outsiders#jin#kim seokjin#yoongi#min yoongi#suga#rm#namjoon#kim namjoon#hoseok#jung hoseok#jhope#jimin#park jimin#taehyung#kim taehyung#jungkook#v#jeon jungkook
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do you have any smut fics where one of the members rides a motorcycle? thank uuu
Sure! You’re welcome ^_^
nothing gold can stay by come_soft_rains
Rating: E
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Incomplete
Word count: 40,685
Summary: Jimin was eager, oblivious, and altogether unprepared for falling in love with Yoongi. Neither of them were ready.
California, 1958. It’s hot. It’s dry. It’s hard to think about anything besides the heat.
Yoongi, up and coming writer with a cause, glossy leather jacket, and slicked back hair, walked into his first university class expecting nothing and came out with his mind fixed on one thing, or one person rather: Dance major, pretty boy Park Jimin.
One could practically smell the money on him. He was a soc to the core, and to Yoongi’s dismay, he couldn’t get Jimin out of his head.
naked hearts and motorcycle rides by anw1998
Rating: E
Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 5,278
Summary: Vulnerability was never one of Jungkook's strengths. Communication was never one of Yoongi's.
or au where Jungkook gets off to Yoongi's motorcycle.
Katchi by yoonminology
Rating: E
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 9,986
Summary: Jimin works a dull job at a bar, and when meets an underground motorcycle street racer Yoongi, sexual tension immediately arises between the two.
Jimin is exactly the type to have sex and bolt, but for some reason this time around, he decides to stay.
I'm between your past and your future right now...No ending, you're my heartbeat. by myheartandsoulbelongtonamjoon
Rating: T
Pairings: Namjoon/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 8,140
Summary: Jimin had run away from his hometown, trying to leave his past behind and start again. When he learns of his father's death, his world turns upside down, leading him back to Charming, North Carolina and somehow right back into the arms of the leader of the resident motorcycle gang--Namjoon.
#ask#yoonmin#yoonkook#minjoon#yoongi#jimin#jungkook#namjoon#historical setting#bad boy au#homophobia#smut#Rating: E#Rating: T
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by chaoticism
It wasn’t until Yoongi started to button his shirt back up that Taehyung made an attempt to look him in the eyes, realizing that he hadn’t asked the most important question there was:
“What’s the job?”
The ravenhead froze and Taehyung tensed. This wasn’t going to be good and they both knew it.
“We’re breaking into the Ice Court.”
Taehyung stood there, staring at Min Yoongi and wondered how someone so methodical, and logical, and quick-witted, and realistic could be such a fucking idiot. The Ice Court, he huffed as the thought entered his mind. The impenetrable and armored Ice Court. Yoongi wanted a boat load of criminals to break into a prison willingly with their odds leaning much more towards them getting caught than anything else.
or the soc au that no one asked for
Words: 6378, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Original Characters, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Son Seungwan | Wendy, Kim Jongin | Kai
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Six of Crows Fusion, Gangsters, Knives, Guns, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst, Lots of Angst, mostly angst, light fluff, Supernatural Elements, this is heavily based on soc but its also... not, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, who's surprised, Denial of Feelings, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin Are Best Friends, Drinking, Cigarettes, Sex Club, Gambling, Sex workers, this is gonna be a long one
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bts | the consigliere | kim namjoon
characters: Namjoon, OC, SOC(Second Original Character), Rose.
genre/warnings: nothing to be warned about really, other than some cheesy flirting, and namjoon. he’s dangerous on his own. fluff.
words: 1611
summary: Namjoon is a regular in your cafe, and you’ve grown not-so-oddly fond.
carrier | supplier | spotter | consigliere | caporegime | underboss | boss
a/n: this is a one shot, using Namjoon as his character from this masterpost here. stay tuned for the next instalment tomorrow night(AEST)!
You wince at the squeal from your co-worker-in-training, Rose, turning the steam wand on too fast pierces through your eardrum, making both the two of you, and the woman ordering jump slightly in shock. She quickly gets the sound under control, shooting you a sheepish look as she apologizes to the customer, “Sorry! It’s only my first week.”
The woman, still slightly annoyed but relenting, nods in understanding before swiping her card through the eftpos machine, keying her pin before pushing the plastic back into her wallet with a perfectly manicured fingernail.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you please make my drink?” She’s not nearly as quiet as she thinks, and you give her a tense smile as she turns on her heel, before shooting the younger girl to your left a hidden roll of the eyes.
“Sorry.” You mumble, walking past her to grab a takeaway cup from the dispenser before loading the grouphead with coffee grounds and clicking it into place in the machine.
“Ahh, it’s okay I understand.” She shuffles to the side, calling out the name of the person whose coffee she’d just finished making and handing it to him with a smile. She really was a great choice for a worker, and you were excited to see what she’d really be able to do once she was fully trained. “I know some customers can be like that.”
“Still a bitch.” You snort, filling the paper cup to the brim with the milk and popping the lid on before giving the woman her order. Your eyes catch on the registers clock as her heels clack away, and your eyes lift to the door just as he approaches, right on time.
Namjoon had been coming to this coffee shop for as long as you could remember, and he never failed with his schedule; every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, on the dot at 10 o’clock. The bell above the entryway tinkles as he steps inside, and you beam as he politely holds it open for the snobby woman to walk through, giving her a light smile before lifting his gaze to the counter, and evidently; to you.
His smile grows as he walks towards you, the heels of his dress shoes giving a muted click on the wooden floor beneath him, and his hand tucks into the pocket of his slacks to pull his wallet from the confines, fidgeting it in his hand when he finally comes to a stop at the bench.
“Good morning.” Somewhere in your brain, you register the way Rose simpers and blushes beside you, quickly busying herself with refilling cups and lids; she’d heard about him before, but seeing him was a whole other thing.
Namjoon was a mid twenties businessman, in the business of what – you had no idea, and he was stunning. Soft tan skin, light brown hair, more recently blonder at the tips before fading into black with his re-growth – all this being paired with a style and dressing sense enough to make any woman’s knees weak. And yet his sweet smile was full force directed at you; meaning you had to stop yourself from squealing in excitement each time he walked through that door.
“Morning!” you grin, stepping closer to the register and hovering your finger over the screen. “The usual?”
“Always.” His smile is bright, and he pushes the glasses slipping down his nose back up with a finger, eyes still trained on you, and you can feel a flush heat your cheeks as you ring up his order, accepting his money and ignoring the way your heart stutters when his fingers brush against yours more than once in the process.
“Rose-”
“Busy!” Your eyes drop to find her ducked behind the counter, her arms full of flavoring bottles she really had no reason to be rifling through, and head half ducked into the cupboard as she shoots you a look that says ‘no way in hell’. You stop yourself from laughing, glancing back at Namjoon just as he drops the change you’d given him into the tips jar, and he doesn’t miss the soft smile you try to hide, casting a playful wink your way.
“Buy something nice with it.” You laugh, moving to start making his drink and steaming the milk, knowing that the change wasn’t more than four dollars.
“I can only try.” His chuckle makes your cheeks pull even tighter into a smile, and you can feel your face ache at just how wide your grin is. Concentrating on his drink, you distract yourself with the process, and try to ignore the way he keeps glancing over at you from his table at the booth in the corner.
His choice of seat means he’s expecting company today, and you grin again at the prospect of the other attractive, well-dressed gentleman that often joins him giving Rose something else to stare at, but as you glance up to call out his name, a deep feeling of disappointment fills your chest at the sight of his arms wrapped around a beautiful girl. Her smile is wide as he ruffles her hair, before he teases her gently, flicking the tasseled ends of her scarf under her chin and earning a light smack, but she’s grinning nonetheless.
You barely manage to hide the saddened frown on your face before he looks up at you, realizing you’re looking at him with a drink in your hands, and immediately turning towards his companion to ask her a question. You brighten your smile unnaturally as he gets closer, but if he notices he doesn’t let it show, and you place his cup on the counter rather than handing it to him, which does seem to attract his attention, and he pauses before picking it up.
“Was there anything else?” You glance behind him at the girl who’s tapping away at her phone happily, and the jealous feelings really start to take a hold of you, dampening your mood quickly.
“Uh, vanilla latte, three sugars.” He mumbles, eyes carefully burning holes into your face as he stares at you, but you ignore him as you ring up his order, even the brush of his fingers against when he hands you his cash not serving to make you feel any better.
“That’s quite sweet.” You note, and he rubs the back of his neck after repeating his earlier actions of dropping his change in the tip jar, chuckling as he leans against the counter instead of returning to his seat.
“I tell her that every time.” You hum, a notion of amusement had it have been real, and quickly get to work on her beverage. He’s still staring at you, and you can tell he’s noticed your instant change in mood. As you pour the milk into the cup, you finally ask the question that’s been resting on the tip of your tongue, a bitter taste coating your mouth with the words.
“Have you been dating long?” His eyes are wide when you finally click the lid into place and look up as you go to hand it to him.
“I’m sorry?” He stutters, eyes blinking quickly as he stares at you, and you shuffle your feet, placing the drink in front of him before wiping down the machine and averting your eyes in embarrassment.
“Your girlfriend.” You nod towards her, but avoid looking back up at him, meaning you miss the smile that spreads across his face. “Have you been together long?”
“I’ve known her for 21 years. Ever since she was born.”
“Oh, nice.” He’s silent for a moment, still staring you dead in the face and you grow curious as you notice this shoulders are shaking, and you realize when you look up at his face that it’s with laughter, his lips curled in between his teeth as he tries not to make it audible.
“That’s my sister, _____.” Your eyes shoot open wide and your cheeks tint in embarrassment as you quickly look away from him, back to the girl, and you finally recognize the similarities; the nose… the dimples… the need for glasses…
“Oh.” You chew on your lip, looking down at your hands as you busy yourself with the coffee machine awkwardly. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head with a grin, still looking at you with amused warmth swimming in his eyes. “Maybe you could give me your number, and I can tell you about my brother too so you don’t confuse that when he comes in with me on Friday.”
You double take, eyes wide as you stare at him in surprise, and you vaguely register once more Rose crouched behind the counter, the snort she lets out echoing in the cupboard before she manages to clamp a hand over her mouth and prevent any more noise from escaping. Namjoon’s eyes crinkle with a smile as he glances down in her general direction before he’s looking back at you once again, one brow arched as he waits for you to react,
“Oh, sure! Yeah, definitely, I’d… love… to hear… about your brother.” You mentally face palm, your mortification clear on your face, but nonetheless, you accept the napkin he holds towards you, pulling the pen from your pocket and scribbling down the digits. He takes the paper with a soft smile; nodding his thanks before stepping backwards, drinks in hand.
“I’ll text you tonight, tell you all about him.” He winks, turning on his heel and walking back towards his sister, leaving you red faced at the counter, trying not to react as another customer walks in and Rose smacks your leg with a dish towel.
#namjoon fluff#namjoon imagines#namjoon scenarios#namjoon one shot#bts fluff#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts one shot#BTS Mafia au#BTS gang au
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Blackthorn Modern Day Teaser | K.NJ
summary - Welcome to Kim's Flowers & Apothecary! Did you need a bouquet or spell today?
pairings - namjoon x jungkook
warnings - sol, mentions of a past life, crying, hybird familiar!jungkook, warlock!namjoon
wc - .8K
a/n: Someone (@kokosg) wanted to chose violence yesterday, so I had to retaliate. Here's a little sneak peak of Blackthorn!Namjoon during the modern era. Also, Namjoon's outfit is shared at the bottom, if you would like to see what mans is working with now.
The modern day version of Blackthorn hasn't been started yet. I am still working on the Min dynasty half of Blackthorn. If you haven't read it, please do! Yoongi is a prince and Agust is his dragon spirit!
taglist: @thickemadame @loisje123
Series Masterlist | Masterlist
The sign out front read Kim’s Flowers & Apothecary. The store itself was right out of a novel, a building that stood out on the street. The building was massive, built in an earlier time that had seen better days. The stone was darkened by rain water and time while the wooden door jam, windows and pillars were a deep oak with details painted in gold. It was a building that normal folk stirred clear of while those who still dabbled in magic eagerly seeked out. Plants and bottles of all shapes and sizes took up space in the large glass windows, to quip the interests of those who passed by.
Through the doorway, the room gave way to vine covered walls and an open glass ceiling that turned the inside to a grand solarium of sorts. It was magical with floating lanterns, inlaid bookshelves stacked to capacity with long forgotten text and scrolls; and cabinets filled with glass jars of Atropa belladonna, Verbena officinalis and more. The tiled floors were a lighter color to offset the darkness from the plants and blurred the reflection from the lanterns, creating a subtle glow from overhead and down below.
There is a hallway decorated in cream and green vintage wallpaper and wainscoted walls that leads to the garden; a large outdoor space with a greenhouse attached farther down the yard, past the miniature maze that was built for fun. Within the green hedges, Namjoon keeps a relic from a past life at the center of the maze. Surrounded by a magic halo, a large blackthorn tree sways gently in the breeze. Its trunk is wide and strong, showing its scares of the past to anyone who will look. A story that Namjoon will always recall whenever it rains.
Back inside a large oak cashwrap separates guests from accessing the more lethal ingredients that are kept behind an emerald velvet curtain in the backroom. A spiral staircase hidden in the back room that led to the upstairs where Namjoon and his partner resided after a long day's work. The homely apartment above is much more updated than down below.
The floor is tiled all throughout in soft grays, beiges and creams while the wooden furniture throughout is a deep purple with hints of lighter colors. The kitchen is large, the counter cabinets all a matching purple with lighter wooden butcher block countertops. There are floating shelves built into the walls, cluttered with plants and nick nacks from all throughout time.
The rest of the home is built much the same, softer tones brighten up the darkness of the purple and pull a renewed warmth into the atmosphere. The bedroom is the only difference, the walls were hand painted by Namjoon’s lover, Jeon Jungkook. Different shades of blue and pinks come together in a colorful and serene abstract mosaic that brightens the whole room on an accent wall. That same wall is where the bed is pushed up against with thick purple and blue bedding. Gold accents are littered through the room and bed, creating a galaxy like ambience.
Down stairs, Namjoon waters the flowers. A thick vine hovering nearby in case the warlock drops the watering can. Namjoon has changed through the years and yet stayed the same. His blue hair is now a striking blond and cut short, tapered close to his scalp on the sides and long around the top of his head. His skin is still dusted in a warm caramel from his time in the sun and his body has grown stronger, larger. The hanfu and hanbok of the Joseon dynasty have been updated to match the modern times, but are worn only when Namjoon is meeting with friends of his past. Namjoon now wears colorful capes, velvet robes, double breasted overcoats that have elaborate embroidery on them with simple slacks that match whatever color he wears.
Today he wears an all black double breasted suit and a black button up with a silk tie that he didn’t bother to fasten fully looped loosely around his neck. He has somewhere to be in an hour, so his long black overcoat is hanging on the hook by the garden door, with black and gold thread embroidery that swirls to create an illusion of a tiger and flowers. Namjoon speaks softly to the plants, his black shoes moving carefully as avoids stepping on any little critters that have made a home of his garden.
The door to the garden is ripped open and Namjoon jumps, his hand losing on the watercan as a green and white blur rushes at him. The vine is quick to catch the falling can but not fast enough to save Namjoon from tumbling a few steps backwards.
“Kook? What’s wrong, love?”
Namjoon’s arms wrap around his lover’s waist without a second thought, moving without his mind even telling them to. In his arms, with his face smashed into Namjoon’s face, Jungkook cries. His tears soak through the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt, the blond of his hair, tickling under Namjoon’s cheek as he rocks from side to side.
“H-Hyung!” Jungkook hiccups as he pulls his face away from Namjoon’s chest, his green triangle ears flicker around on his head as he stares at Namjoon with big, teary doe eyes. “H-Hyung….s-she’s here! She’s here!!”
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Everybody Loves Me {D1 SOC~ Namjoon Solo}
Based off of One Republic’s “Everybody Loves Me”
Summary: Damn near 600 words of Namjoon kind of just being an asshole.
Namjoon nods at the bartender when the guy sets his drink down on the countertop. Finally, the tall young man has a use for his unnecessarily long arms. Sure, the bar could be way more crowded if the night were a little bit settled in hours, but there’s still a healthy amount of people to make moving just a tad uncomfortable.
Namjoon decides he needs this Old Fashioned like a fish needs water.
Just as he’s walking back to the booth where his friends are probably longing his return, he raises his arm up, an almost involuntary knee-jerk reaction his body had (see? He needs this drink) when almost barreling into a girl that probably doesn’t come up further than his chest.
When she looks up, Namjoon can see the faintest flush on her cheeks. Whether it’s from embarrassment or intoxication, he doesn’t really give a fuck. But she still stutters out a giggling apology, and Namjoon thinks he smiles back...maybe he doesn’t.
“Not all of us can walk and chew gum at the same time, sweetheart.”
He keeps moving, ignoring the pretty discernible utterance of “asshole” over his shoulder. It slips in one ear with the surrounding sounds around him, means nothing to him because the first sip of his whiskey burns like the hell he craves in the deepest parts of his charred soul.
He plops down onto the worn leather cushion of the booth when he reaches the table. Taehyung grumbles as he’s unceremoniously shoved closer into his boyfriend’s side at the sudden movement. If the younger didn’t already have a choker on, Namjoon would probably tell Hoseok to keep the kid on a leash.
“Dude,” Yoongi calls from the other side of the table. “I thought you were gonna get me one, too.”
The other shrugs, taking another sip even though he’s fighting the urge to down it like cold medicine. “Thought your motor-boating buddy was comin’ by. Can’t she get you one?”
Taehyung scoffs, nose scrunched as he gives Namjoon a side-eye glare. “Jesus, do you have to be so fucking crass?”
Taehyung was normally the cheeriest of the bunch. If Namjoon cared, he would probably actually want to know what was wrong. Instead, he goes for a better approach. “Y’know, I’d suggest you take the stick out of your ass, but clearly nothing’s been goin’ up there.”
“Fuck off.”
Hoseok silently wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist, bringing him closer into his embrace as if the other wasn’t practically in his lap at this point. “Taehyung got written up at work today,” said boyfriend explains. “It’s been a kinda shitty day in general, man.”
“Well, shit.” Namjoon observes the sulking younger to his side. “Why aren’t you getting shots? Try to forget today even happened.”
“Some of us have to work tomorrow, Namjoon.” Yoongi deadpans his words. “But not me. So if you could kindly walk your tall ass back to the bar-”
“‘Fraid you’re gonna get swallowed up in the crowd?” teases the green haired man. Out of their entire friend group, Yoongi probably has the most understanding for Namjoon’s obnoxious nature (read: he’s soft for Joonie), so he lets the words roll off his back. Yoongi knows if he stares long enough, Namjoon will finally concede.
With a groan, Namjoon heaves himself back up. “Might as well get shots for Mopey o’er here while I’m at it.”
“Dude, I have work tomorrow!” Taehyung calls out, but Namjoon is already receding back into the mass of people, making his way back to the heavenly spot.
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BTS as Degrees
Jin- Theatre
Okay, Jin has a degree in acting so it’s pretty clear what he likes doing. He’s the captain of the theatre soc, organising events to Film institutes on facebook and winning society of the year awards. He’s never found without his beret, the stage is his second home. Everyone knows he’s just waiting for his acting break.
Yoongi- History
Grandpa Yoongi would roll into his lecture on Soviet expansion in the 1930s, sit there with his vintage moleskin notebook and write down anything that was new to him. He’d be chill most of the time, ready to call out imperialist bullshit in his seminars if it got to him. Apart from that, he’s most likely found sleeping in the library.
Hoseok- International Relations
Hoseok is your budding UN diplomatic wannabe, who joins the United Nations team as a captain and reacts with fever to human rights abuses around the world. He wants the world to be full of sunshine, just like him. He’s the mediator, fun guy who just wants the world to be a better place so he doesn’t have to freak out most of the time.
Taking on different cultures with stride
Namjoon- PPE (Politics, Philosophy + Economics)
Mr philosophy here couldn’t figure out what to do, so went for the creme de la creme of all courses that budding any-body who wants to be a some-body in the world do. This guy is set on being the next game changer, call him Namjoon-Obama, debating Descartes with his lecturer and picking up his morning coffee from the artisian place opposite campus, calling out bullshit elections and analysing third world data trends for fun in his spare time. Yep, he’s that guy. He’s charming though, all budding politicians have to be.
Taehyung- Paediatric medicine (Medicine)
No, he’s not specialising so he can get it down with the hot young mama’s. Tae loves kids, and he’s that guy that will roll into his placement as a med student, pull up a chair next to sick kid Louie, and make him feel better. He’d say bye to Louie before making rounds with his supervisor, noting down every little detail about patient history whilst the girls in his group swooned at him. He’s oblivious to how much people are attracted to him, because he’s that guy whose so into his work.
Jimin- Pyschology
Soft, understanding and attentive Jimin is the guy you want to go to after having your mental breakdowns. His caring nature shines through and he really wants to help you. He’s a pysch major whose mostly found in the library writing essays on Freud (wearing those cute glasses).
Jungkook- Fine Art
This boy is talented af but with a hint of up himself fuck boy chic, he’s your next Picasso who can paint a Stary Night by Vincent Van Gough out of literal water and water colour. He secretly has a drawing pad full of the cute girl he sees at the campus coffee place, where he goes every day at 3 just to see her.
AN: This is more of me getting my ideas out because I have spent the last week in essay hell, with my mind often drifting off to what these boys would do at university.
Sigh, right now I need a Jimin.
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