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7ndipity · 8 months

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Accidental Announcement

Taehyung x Idol Reader

Summary: You and Tae’s relationship is revealed to his members in an unplanned, slightly awkward way.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: suggestive, like one swear, Tae refers to reader as his girlfriend,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who sent both of these requests! I decided to combine them into the same piece, I hope that’s okay. Idk why, but it’s funny to me that I went from not really knowing much about Idol AUs, to having several ongoing series’ of them on this blog!

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The backstage area of the music show was always so crowded and noisy that it made it easy for Tae to slip up beside you without anyone really paying attention, catching your hand in his before leaning in closer than nessary to mumble lowly in your ear.

“I’ve got a room to myself tonight, do you want to come over?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” You asked, casting a sidelong glance at him, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

“Whatever you want.” He replied, slipping a keycard into your hand smoothly before going back to find his members.

You were a bit surprised by his brazeness of the action, the past few weeks apart while traveling with your respective groups having apparently made him a little more needy than usual, though you couldn’t say you minded.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Tae to slip off to each others rooms when you found out you were staying at the same hotel, but it was usually brief since there was the constant risk of one of the members walking in on you, due to having to share rooms all the time. But having a solo room meant there was no such threat for once.

You slipped down to his room after he texted that the coast was clear, spending a relatively quiet evening together before getting ready for bed, borrowing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, having conveniently ‘forgotten’ to bring your own pj’s with you.

As you wandered back out of the bathroom, you noticed Tae very engrosed in whatever it was that he was watching on his phone.

Out of curiosity, you snuck up behind him and peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at his phone, surprised to see yourself, winking at the camera as you danced earlier that night during the music show.

“Are you watching fan edits of me?!” You squealed, making him jump and drop his phone, which you were quick to snatch up to get a better look.

“Ya! That was just in my recomendations! Give it back!” He jumped to his feet, chasing you round the bed, but you were too quick, darting across the mattress to save yourself from a full body tackle. You tried to make a dash for the bathroom, but were to slow, as he managed to grab hold of your arm and spin you so you were pinned between him and the front door.

“Give me that!” He giggled breathlessly as he wrangled his phone out of your grip.

“I can’t believe it, you’re such a fanboy!” You laughed, equally out breath, choosing to wrap your arms around his neck both for support and to pull him down to your eye level.

“Only because you’re so cute.” He cooed, catching your lips in a teasing kiss, trailing his hands up your sides slowly and making you squirm against him, momentarily lost in the feel of each other that you didn’t hear the sound of his door knob turning.

“Taehyung, do you know where- Yi-ash!” Before either of you could react, the door had opened, resulting in you and Tae falling out into the hallway, landing squarely at Jin’s feet in pile of limbs.

For a moment, you all froze, staring wide-eyed at each other in shock.

“Hyung, I-” Tae started.

“What was tha- whoa.” The door to the room next to Tae’s opened, revealing Jungkook and Jimin now peering out, equally shocked. “Y/n?”

“Hi, guys.” You said awkwardly, hyper aware of how compromising your current position looked. “Uh, Tae, can I get up?” You whispered, snapping you boyfriend out of his daze.

“Yeah, sorry!”

“What’s going on?” Jin asked as Tae scrambled to his feet and helped you up.

“Nothing! We were just-”

“Does Namjoon know about this?” Jungkook asked.

“Know about what?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake!” Tae whipped around to face the leader and Hobi, who had just exited the elevator, trying to hide you behind his back, as if that was going to help anything at this point.

“What is with all the noise?” Yoongi opened his door, blinking tiredly at the sight of everyone standing in the hall for several long seconds before wordlessly closing the door again, deciding against involving himself in whatever scene was unfolding right now.

“What’s going on?” Joon asked, glancing around at his members, eyes widening slightly as he spotted you, wearing one of Tae’s t-shirts and wishing to dissolve into the wallpaper. “Y/n?-”

“Y/n’s my girlfriend.” Tae blurted out loudly, causing everyone’s attention to whip to him, including yours. ”We’re dating, but I haven’t told the company yet.”

There was another pause as that information sank in, before Junkook spoke again, breaking the silence.

“Way to go, hyung.” He grinned at you and Tae.

“Yeah, good for you guys.” Jimin agreed, shooting you both a thumbs up.

“You’re not mad?” Tae asked, glancing at everyone nervously.

“Why would we be mad? So long as you’re careful, It’s your life.” Hobi said encourangingly.

“Yeah, I mean, I would’ve rather not have found out by catching you two doing that-” Jin said.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Tae exclaimed.

“Tell that to the hickey on you neck.” Jimin chirpped, dissolving into giggles as Tae clapped a hand to his neck in alarm.

“Okay, um, we can talk about this later, can everyone just please go back to your rooms before one of the staff shows up?” Joon said quickly, herding the two younger members back into their room.

“Be safe, you two!” Jungkook called, closing the door before Tae could snap back at him.

“Thank you, hyung.” Tae said to Namjoon.

“Don’t worry about it, man, we’ll talk later.” Joon replied, patting Tae on the shoulder before nodding to you. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” You said, catching Tae’s hand before making your way back to his room.

“Oh, hyung?” Tae leaned back out into the hall to address Jin. “What was it you came to ask me?”

The eldest member blinked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t even remember.”

Tae nodded. “Alright then, goodnight.” He closed the door firmly, making sure both locks were engaged before slumping against it with a groan.

“Well, that’s not how I planned for that to go.” He said, rubbing his face tiredly.

“What? Telling you bandmates about us, or asking me to be your girlfriend?” You asked, leaning against the dresser as you studied him.

“Both.” He admitted, looking at you apologetically. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shrugged. “At least it was just them and not your manager.”

He nodded before slowly straightening and coming to stand in front of you. “Will you let me fix one of my missteps from tonight?”

“Depends which one it is.” You said, smirking up at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, staring down at you solomly.

“Hmm.” You pretended to mull it over. “I guess.”

“You guess?!” He balked, making you laugh.

“Yes, you goof, I will.” You relented, wraping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“Good, I don’t think my heart could take any more surprises tonight.” He mumbled against your mouth.

“Plus, the guys would be upset.”

“The guys?” He raised a brow at you before hoisting you up and dropping you on the bed. “I don’t want to hear about ‘the guys’ again for the rest of the night.” He grumbled, climbing to hover over you.

“Are you possesive now?” You asked, grinning up at him.

“You’re gonna find out.”

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sugasnote · 1 year

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love stains

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

words: 200+

a short drabble for the sudden inspiration i got from watching reels all day long

the flickering glow of the city lights providing a faint light to the couple on the couch. the dinner at the restaurant was delightful but this moment, where you are kissing every inch of his face, marked by your lips might be the most memorable moment of the night.

you are currently straddling taehyung’s waist, legs on either side resting comfortably. his hands rubbing against your satin slip dress, eyes zoning out on you dreamily.

you were giggling at him, hands caressing his hair. his face covered in your lipstick stains, red marks all over his face.

“you look funny,” you commented. taehyung hummed at your words, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes in a bliss.

your hands leave his hair, picking up the uncapped lipstick thrown aside from the couch. his eyes opened when he felt the lack of your weight on his thighs, lips in a small pout.

you’re back at sitting comfortably on his lap, reapplying your lipstick to leave more love stains on his neck and elsewhere. leaving few marks on his white shirt, which is not exactly ideal for washing it off but that’s for another day.

taehyung’s lip curled slightly when you over-lined your lips little too further from the designated spot. his hands coming up to rub off the excess stain from your lips, stroking your cheeks gently.

you leaned forward to catch his lips, staining it with your lipstick. he deepened the kiss by licking your lips apart, swallowing soft moans emitted by you. your hands tangled in his hair, bodies closer than ever.

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uinmyheart · 1 year

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[♡] "Jimin is going to kill us.." you whisper once he locks the door to the bedroom. the kisses he's leaving on your neck are absolutely intoxicating and you whine when he gently pushes you towards the bed until you gracefully fall into it with him on top of you.

"Spread these for me, would you?" he taps your thighs and you're surprisingly hesitant to do so; all of his kisses had yet to cloud the rational part of your brain. you're in a very compromising position though, with your skirt all ridled up and your shirt starting to push up against your cleavage thanks to his sneaky fingers and his intimidating eyes that make every little effort to distract you. the lust in his eyes make you feel like a prey, and you knew what he was up to the second he started leading you towards a more secluded area of the apartment, and you most definitely were done for.

"I promise no one will know. We'll come out in a second." his long fingers gently push the hair that had fallen on your face in the process of getting in the bed. You smile at him, but you're not still not sure. You wanted to leave a nice impression, and having sex on a bed that's not yours and an apartment that definitely is not yours wasn't going to help with that.

"It's the first time i'm meeting your best friend and you want to fuck on his bed while we're in his housewarming party?!" you slap his fingers that are trying to unbutton your shirt and he giggles in a child-like way. you're still anxious about it but you give him a smile once you see him frustrated with the last two buttons of your shirt. This is so taehyung; the way his satoori briefly intercepts his voice as he whines to you, the way his lips were pouted, and how he was not letting you leave from under him no matter what, his eyes trying to distract you while his hands were now busy holding your hips in place... he was pulling out the big guns.

"Jimin totally likes you. Nothing's going to happen. I promise. We'll be out in 10 minutes." his cheeky fingers are already at the hem of your underwear, gently going through it and it brings shivers to your skin once his fingers touch your skin.

"Fine. But this cannot become a thing." you roll your eyes and your hands instantly pull the neck of his shirt towards you, his face finally being close enough for you to bring your lips together in a heated kiss.

"Let me pull these to the side real quick" you giggle once again when you feel his groans on your neck, desperation shown in his movements.

you weren't going to be visiting anytime soon after this.

#bts taehyung #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung timestamp #taehyung blurb #taehyung scenario #taehyung drabble #taehyung x reader #it's really been so long

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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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“I always love you in snow.”

taehyung x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a fic with very little plot- just Tae and Peaches/reader being in love in a grocery store parking lot. It starts snowing and I don’t even know, it’s just them vibing. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. Happiest of birthdays to the dearest of boys, the sweetest around, gem of the earth, Kim Taehyung <3 love of my life.

Your hand was intertwined with Taehyung’s as he led you from the car to the grocery store, the man listing off items you needed before returning home to your apartment. “Oh, and you wanted cereal.”

Suddenly, you halted, making Taehyung stop in his tracks and dramatically spin around to look at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, following your gaze that was directed to the sky. “Aliens?” The guess made a small smile form on your lips.

“Probably somewhere,” you entertained his comment. “It’s gonna snow,” you finally told him, putting an end to the mystery. Not that the incoming snowstorm was a mystery, considering the entire sky was socked in with clouds and all the forecasts had warned of it.

He took a couple steps toward you so he stood directly in front of you, his gaze on you drawing you to meet his eyes. “And how could you possibly know that?” He teased. There was an amused and fond glint in Taehyung’s eyes as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

With a smirk, you lowered the tone of your voice. “I can feel it in my bones,” you whispered.

Taehyung snorted in your face, lifting your hand that was still held in his between your chests. “What, do you get all achy, grandma?” He finished the teasing comment by pulling your hand toward his lips, leaving a sweet kiss to the back of it.

Giggling, you lightly shoved at his hip, making him take a step back. “Maybe,” you shrugged. “Maybe I’m psychic or something.” Taking advantage of the space between you, he spun you under his arm, a smitten smile planted to his face. “Also just look at the sky,” you added more realistically, staring above you as he twirled you, noting that there were dark clouds hanging in the night sky that covered the moon, the store’s neon sign the brightest source of illumination.

“Can you tell me my future too, Peaches,” Taehyung awed as he pulled you close to his body again.

Nodding at him, you re-started toward the grocery store, Taehyung’s thumb soothing along the side of your hand as you made your way to the warmth of the indoors. “My skills in divination are telling me you’re gonna buy me three different kinds of cereal.”

Gasping, Taehyung slapped a hand over his agape mouth, playing up his shock. “Three? You really can read the future.” Chuckling at him, he beamed at you as he grabbed a cart. “Do you need a ride?” He asked, smiling when you looked at him in confusion. “You know, achy bones.”

“Ah,” you realized, nodding exaggeratedly. Squeezing your body between Taehyung’s and the cart, you stepped onto the bottom rack and gripped the handle. “You’re such a kind boy,” you cooed adoringly like an old woman would as Taehyung caged your hips between his arms and the cart and started pushing you through the store.

“And after this I’ll put you into a nice home,” Taehyung spoke in a feigned sweet voice, making you throw your head back in laughter as he nuzzled his smiling face against your arm, burying his nose in the plushness of your winter coat.

Taehyung walked slightly ahead of you as you left the grocery store, mostly so he could push the door open for you despite already carrying the box of groceries. Ever the gentleman. Holding loosely onto the back of his coat, you tugged on it just enough to get his attention. “Hmm?” He hummed, holding the door open with his body as you stepped through.

“Do you want hot chocolate?” You asked, watching as his eyes widened with enthusiasm. “As you know, I’m kind of amazing at making it.”

A soft smile formed on his lips as he nodded at you. Stepping into the cold, Taehyung’s verbal response was cut short by the gasp he let slip as you both noted the blanket of white that swallowed the parking lot. “Three cereals and snow,” your boyfriend wowed. “You’re so good at this psychic thing.”

Smirking at him, you spun under the snow, allowing a few flakes to catch on your cheeks before quickly melting. “It’s so pretty out here,” you awed at the darkened sky, the bright store lights glimmering off the wet white ground.

“Yeah,” he sighed, halting his steps toward the car until you noticed him. When your eyes found his face, you discovered a teasing smile. “It is,” he said in a heavily dreamy tone, making it obvious he was playfully flirting with you. Tossing your head back in laughter, you basked in the few giggles that Taehyung let out at his own antics.

“Let’s go, Casanova,” you chuckled, finishing your trek to the car with your boyfriend trailing behind you.

As Taehyung set the groceries in the back of the car you noted the amount of snow on the windshield and windows. The snow was coming down quickly and with the warmer temperature of the evening, it was heavy and wet. “Hey, Dearest?” You called out to him, earning a small hum in response. “Is my snow sweeper thing back there?”

There was a delay as he looked for it before a simple, “no,” sounded from the back of the car. “Are you sure you have one in here?”

“Yes,” you defended yourself as a small chuckle sounded from the man. You swore you had one as you dug around the backseat in search of it. You barely registered the click of the backend closing and the crunching of Taehyung’s feet through the snow as he neared the open backdoor where half of your body was leaning inside the cab. You were patting around the floor in search of the tool when Taehyung’s feet came to a stop behind you. “I know I have- hey!” You shouted in response to Taehyung’s hand smacking your ass.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Taehyung instantly defended himself as he leaned against the car and watched as you glared at him.

“I think you could have, actually,” you replied through an amused smile, though you attempted to hide it.

“No, definitely not,” he shook his head adamantly. Rolling your eyes, you went back to searching for the wiper as Tae hovered behind you. “I could just use my sleeves, you know, it’s not like it’s iced on yet.”

“That coat probably costs more than my car,” you pointed out. “You’re not using it to brush off my windows.”

“It does not cost more-”

“Ah-ha!” You announced, pulling out the ice scraper and brush duo tool. Holding it up for him to see, you smiled proudly with an accompanying shoulder shimmy. He watched you with a mini scowl and pout, probably still ready to correct you on the cost of his designer jacket. “You can start the car if you want.”

“I actually want to do this,” he attempted to reach for the scraper, only for you to quickly pull it out of his reach. “Peaches.”

“No, I got this,” you insisted, shutting the backseat door and brushing the snow off of it.

“Let me take care of you,” he whined, reaching over your frame to try to grab the tool again.

“Tae, no,” you shoved him away by pushing your butt against his hips. A low chuckle sounded from the man, followed by a groan.

“So stubborn,” he huffed while you giggled and disappeared behind the car to brush the back window off.

“You love it,” you called out to him, earning an amused huff in return.

As you circled the car, brushing off the back window and the passenger ones, you basked in the sound of Taehyung quietly singing It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas at the front end of the vehicle. The song had been stuck in his head ever since he recorded a cover for his fans, and the song was easily becoming your favorite holiday tune due to the way his voice perfectly fit the jazziness of the arrangement. He sounded like velvet, honey, and warmth, and it was the prettiest sound your ears had ever been graced with. Peering over the hood of the car from the passenger side door, you watched with a fond grin as he continued humming the song while etching something into the snow on your windshield. Curiously, you rounded the car to get a good look at the little snow drawing.

Gasping dramatically, you pouted at the drawing that resembled one of the many abstract faces he had created, swirls for eyes with a few long eyelashes, its mouth slightly off center. Taehyung flashed a wide boxy grin at you, though he was slightly bashful at your enthusiasm. “It’s so cute,” you cooed, Taehyung stepping back as you gawked at it. “Here,” you handed him the tool by shoving it against his chest, waiting for Taehyung to grab it from you.

“Oh, sure, now you give it to me,” he complained lightheartedly, making you wave him off as you pulled your phone out and snapped a few photos of his snow drawing.

“It’s such a shame this is only temporary,” you pouted, turning to look at Taehyung as he smiled warmly at you.

“Not everything has to be permanent to be special,” he told you, making you cock your head as you inspected him. His features were so striking, yet under the snow that coated his dark hair, he looked so soft and delicate. You were already looking forward to how fluffy his hair would look after being dampened by the flurry. “Sometimes we just have to appreciate things while they’re here.”

Jutting your bottom lip further, you cocked your head at him. “Ok, Mr. Insightful,” you teased, though you took in his words, appreciating them for their significance. Leave it to Taehyung to say something profound as you pouted at a picture made of snow. “You know, it really is pretty out here,” you realized as you stared down the street, the snow falling heavily but softly, gathering into sheets across every surface as vehicles drove by, their headlights making the snow shimmer. Directing your phone toward the scene, you captured it a few times before turning the device toward Taehyung. “So pretty,” you spoke quietly, taking a few photos of the man as he smiled and put his hands up to playfully block the lens.

“Stop it,” he whined cutely, his arms tugging on your wrist to pull you close to him. His lips easily found your forehead as you wrapped your own arms around his waist.

“I always love you in snow,” you whispered, arching your back to look into his features. “It brings out something warm in you.”

“Really?” He asked, his eyes widening slightly as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Before you could reply, his lips were on yours, kissing you gently. The touch was soft, as were his lips. You’d been kissing the man for years and still he could send electricity jolting through your frame. He pulled away all too soon, making you crave more attention from him.

“Mm,” you hummed in response to the short-lived but tender kiss, your eyes fluttering open to find him watching you with a fond close-mouthed smile. “Really,” you finally confirmed. “It makes sense that you’re a winter baby. It’s like you’re in your element out here.”

Tucking you against his frame, he kissed your temple gently; a silent thank you. Nuzzling your face against his coat for a moment, you sighed. “You know I can’t drive now,” you noted, staring at the little face on the windshield. When he pulled away just enough to glance at your face and show you his innocent confused expression, you elaborated. “I can’t scrape that off my windshield, it’s a masterpiece.”

Taehyung beamed as he shook his head. “In that case,” he started, making you cling to the words as he dragged you to the back of the car and opened the hatch without finishing his thought or explaining his actions. You simply watched him curiously, waiting to figure out what he was up to. He tossed the scraper tool into the car and dug through the groceries before grabbing one of the boxes of cereal. “Cocoa Puffs ok?” He asked, holding up the sweet breakfast food to you. “Or do you want the Frosted Flakes? Fruit Loops?”

“Those are good,” you confirmed, looking at him in anticipation.

Tearing the box open, less than gracefully, and then the bag inside, he gently pressed it against your chest for you to hold onto. “Fuel for our adventure,” he smirked as you placed a hand against the cold cardboard to secure it in your grasp.

Beaming at him, you let out an, “Ooh?” to show your intrigue. “Our adventure?”

With a nod and a warm smile, he looked down the street before returning his pretty gaze to you. “We’ll have to go explore until the snow covers my drawing naturally.” You let out a single breathy laugh of disbelief as the man tried to hide his amusement at his own actions. “It shouldn’t really take that long but-”

“Could you get any more perfect?” You questioned through a light chuckle, Taehyung giggling as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Maybe,” he wondered aloud at your question as he started leading you toward the sidewalk. “Hey, I have a question for you and maybe you can use those future reading skills.” Looking up at him, you silently told him to go on. “Is that offer for hot chocolate still on the table when we get home?”

Giggling, you nodded before leaning further against his frame. “Anything for you, Dearest,” you replied, resting your head against his shoulder as you walked down the street to nowhere in particular.

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sunshinebarbie · 9 months

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can i just lay here and imagine that Taehyung asks me to dance in the middle of the living room at midnight while we were watching the princess and the frog, and he asks to dance to the Evangeline song 🥺🥺🥺

#taehyung #v #Kim taehyung #tae tae #taehyung drabble #taehyung blurb #taehyung imagine

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holdinbacksecrets · 5 months

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

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stylesluxx · 10 months

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your sibling is a fan — bts

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

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

word count: 2,333

main masterlist | bts reactions masterlist

kim seokjin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

min yoongi

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

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

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

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jung hoseok

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deal!"

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

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

kim namjoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure," He nodded.

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

park jimin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jeon jungkook

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

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

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

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

"Wassup?" She nodded.

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

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

"Thank you."

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

"Oops," She mumbled.

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

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

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

"I can't believe-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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socksjinie · 9 months

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✿ crime 101 — obsessions and taunts in red ink | taehyung

synopsis. blossom's life goes into a spiral when she discovers who she has been obsessing over all these years.

genre. powerpuff girls au ; taehyung!brick ; fluff ; angst

pairing. taehyung x blossom

wordcount. 2952

warnings. mentions of fights, beatings, and lots of unresolved angst

a/n. to celebrate the birthday of this really special girl, who is actually bubbles of my real-life ppg's friendship gang. have the happiest day, deo, i love you more than acing my grades, going for my morning runs, and keeping up with my schedule~ෆ

contact with the Rowdyruff Boys had never been the same for Blossom as it had been for her sisters.

while Bubbles viewed life and people from very early on with positivism that could blind her sometimes and Buttercup had always been one to know how not to mix business with pleasure, Blossom had continuously struggled with both approaches.

she couldn’t remember Taehyung or his brothers much from when they were little, apart of course the trouble their dad caused around the city—something that she was always responsible for taking care of. her memories of him from that time to middle school were always tainted by the position both he and she occupied.

they were leaders, even when still children. and while she definitely tried her best to lead her sisters to exemplary behavior, always doing their best to save the city and fight crime, Taehyung did everything opposite with his brothers, so it wasn’t a surprise she didn’t want much to do with him.

in school, they were rarely paired in the same class. she remembers having more shared teachers with Jimin than Taehyung himself. if she were honest with her priorities, fighting Mojo and his kids was just a side thing for her, her grades and social position came always at number one.

and boy, being number one made her act crazy…

that was all she needed to do from the moment she was born. be the number one at fighting crime, be the one setting the example, be the smartest you can be… the list goes on and on, so it wasn’t a surprise that she took that perspective to her personal life too. the only problem was that contrary to her heroine side, in school, she always had the same exact rival to compete with. and that made her want to yank her hair off.

while Buttercup most times came home with teacher’s notes to their dad, saying she was once again fighting or disturbing class because of Jungkook, and Bubbles would confess at night that maybe Jimin was different or that he wasn’t so bad like his brothers, Blossom had nothing to say. or to worry, really.

none of the boys was a problem for her, the only thing she needed to sort out was why the hell she wasn’t always number one with her grades in school.

she knew she had a perfect score, she was the leading student in her own class, but then every time the month ended and she passed by the official board, her student number was second.

the frustration was consuming her, and it lasted a long while. Buttercup was always making fun of her, most often than not joking about siding with the star of the school as she nicknamed the mystery student to be. Bubbles laughed and went along with the jokes. and Blossom did everything she could to uncover who the number one person was. it became her side project, but to her dismay, one with zero results.

no matter how she tried, begged, and even baked a full batch of her infamous chocolate cookies to give to her favorite teacher as bribery, no one ever gave in. “it’s against privacy regulations” was what everyone seemed to say when she approached the subject.

by the end of middle school, she almost lost her head and went through with Buttercup’s plan to steal the information from the school’s office. thankfully that same night they got a call from the Mayor and fighting crime became once more her priority, leading her astray from breaking the rules.

but then, her prayers were magically answered.

Blossom loved routines, and every day since she was old enough to handle her own money, she stopped by the Cherry Pop. she came to know it almost fatefully, due to a robbery that happened at the store many years ago. at the time a couple of records had been stolen, as well as some of the cashier's earnings, and of course, she found the money with the leader of the Rowdyruffs. it was to expect, but deep down she still thanks Taehyung for introducing her unknowingly to what became to be her favorite store in town.

and now, here she was, going downtown right after classes to pay the store a visit. it was almost the end of the school year, summer was knocking on the door and the sun's rays were already litting up Townsville. Blossom decided to stop by Cherry Pop’s and listen to the new records she knew had come for the summer when it happened.

it was a rule Professor—their dad—always insisted they followed: their powers were only to be used when needed. and right at that moment, she didn’t need to hear conversations with her super hearing ability. but she still did.

right before coming out of the store, she spotted two of her teachers across the street, talking while pointing to something inside a dossier. it seemed like a harmless encounter between the two of them, that later developed into something school related. it was almost the end of eighth grade which meant the final results were about to be hung on that stupid board, and curiosity got the better of Blossom. so she perked her attention to the two of them and begin hearing everything.

“... Ugh, he’s such a good student… And I bet if it weren’t for that misleading monster they call father he would be such a nice kid too.”

she watched attentively as Miss Margaret sighed as she agreed. “I know… I wish there was more I could do for them. Somehow, giving him my dusty record player for saving me doesn’t seem quite enough.”

that piece of information has Blossom’s eyebrows knitting so bad they almost merge together.

“I just don’t know how he keeps it. Every time – His grades are always up there… I mean. When does he study if he’s always doing his father’s evil deeds and covering up for his brothers when the cops show up? I feel like they are constantly down in the station– At least that’s what Sharon says, you know, her husband works there.”

Blossom has always been quick with her thinking, and by this alone, she thinks anyone would be able to figure out they are talking about Taehyung. no one apart from the Rowdyruffs has an evil dad in Townsville or goes around doing evil deeds like Mr. Clarkson described. and it has to be him because Jungkook can’t even be discussed when it comes to his grades as he doesn’t care enough, and although the covering up part seems like a Jimin thing, she had been in his class last year, she has seen his grades and it doesn’t come without much effort on his end. what shocks her, however, is the part where Taehyung saves Miss Margaret. that isn’t a thing villains do, and she would know, she has been fighting crime ever since she was born.

“He’s just… Gifted, I reckon.” Miss Margaret’s statement has her snapping out of her thoughts. “He isn’t much of a reader, but I noticed that if he pays enough attention he’s able to remember about the subjects… You must notice it too. Explaining it once to him is enough. That kind of annoying student that comes once in a lifetime, I guess!” she chuckles as Mr. Clarkson agrees.

“Well, too bad he got that suspension for the graffiti thing… Otherwise, he would definitely come first on the board, once again. And he deserves it. With everything the kid has to go through… I can’t even imagine!”

suddenly, Blossom isn’t able to focus on the conversation anymore. her world starts to spin in a way she didn’t deem possible.

Taehyung, the leader of the Rowdyruffs, son of Mojo Jojo, a criminal to heart that she has been fighting ever since… ever, is apparently the star of the school. the student she has been most ardently trying to unmask. the person that she viewed as her most formidable opponent and if she was brave enough to admit, the person she at some point began admiring from a distance.

it was like suddenly discovering the earth was flat all along.

that night was hell for Blossom. she had trouble digesting the discoveries and bumping into the protagonist of them later at dawn wasn’t the best option for her fiery angst. the Powerpuffs had received a call about some troublemakers causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, and the cops were adamantly fixated on taking them to the station at any cost, even if said troublemakers had fled the scene of the crime—a graffiti pig dressed as a cop in a brick wall by a well-known bar.

Blossom had suggested to her sisters they should swipe town apart to cover more terrain, and now that she straight up bumped into Taehyung down an alley next to the Cherry Pop she regretted her decision thoroughly.

“You!” she grits through her teeth and watches how he turns his head, his side profile shining under the moonlight.

“What about me?”

Blossom doesn’t know what frustrates her most. from knowing he is the one she wanted to find so badly to his nonchalant attitude as he turns back once again and proceeds to draw on the alley with his red canned spray, every little thing seems to poke at her somewhat short fuse.

“It’s you!” she exclaims frustrated, partially embarrassed for not having a grip on her confused emotions or a better thing to say.

Taehyung looks back at her, a crooked smile adorning his features as he shakes the canned spray, “Uhm, it’s me…? Unless you’re seeing someone else, Red, I’m pretty sure it’s just me –”

“No, idiot! It’s you as in you’re the student I have to compete with!”

The boy was about to paint another stroke but halts completely. Under Blossom’s furious gaze, he crouches down to place his canister on the floor before facing her again.

“You don’t have to compete with me, you want to compete with me. It’s a bit different, Red.”

“I don’t want to compete with you! Up until fourth grade I didn’t even have competition. I was always first! And then –Suddenly you are always there in that fricking board! It’s my board, my first place!”

“Your first place?” He asks amused as he crosses his arm. “Didn’t seem like it this whole year… Or the one before.”

Blossom bites the insides of her cheeks as she feels her pink eyes turning hot. the last thing she needed was to burn everything to the ground, including her favorite store, with her laser eyes just because of him.

“It’s not so fun when people shove it to your face is it?” Taehyung adds.

“That’s the difference between you and me,” she scoffs bitter, “I would never do such a thing.”

“Oh, really? You seem to forget that I share the same powers you have, Miss Perfectly Right.”

there is something hidden in his eyes that Blossom can’t quite figure out. he steps closer to her, and for the first time in her whole life, she views him as daunting, dangerous even. “And I remember quite clearly when you referred to me as a brainless kid to your friends on the patio, nothing but a pebble in your shoes. Guess I’m just fulfilling the description of the job.”

Blossom’s eyes fall to the damp concrete ground, searching for her past memories and balling her fists to the possibility of her being unjust with someone. but he was a Rowdyruff. they were the bad guys… so what if she called him an airhead?

“You don’t even remember, do you?” Taehyung searches for her eyes as he scoffs. there is no ounce of anger in it like she expected it to be. he was just… disappointed.

gulping down and sticking to her pride, Blossom shrugs. she did remember the moment now that he talked about it, and she did indeed make less of him but that was how she felt at the time, and at the moment she is still too reluctant to acknowledge he is any different than that.

“Whatever. I guess it serves you right.” he kicks the spray canister he had been using to paint, “Good luck trying to be first from now on.”

leaving no room for response, he flees the scene with a swoosh.

Blossom’s shoulders sink and her world doesn’t stop spinning. just like that she is faced with the feeling that perhaps she is being the villain in someone else’s story.

she hears the cops’ sirens from a distance and quickly retrieves the canister that had rolled up to the sidewalk, taking it with her as she flies home.

for the months to come, Blossom keeps to herself. Taehyung isn’t in her class, again, and she is somehow relieved by it. the only time she sees him is whenever they have to fight each other and it always ends up being a rollercoaster of emotions for her. she takes the opportunity to release her pent-up anger toward him, but then, every time he ends up being arrested or badly hit by herself, her chest stings differently and she ends up returning home with a bad taste in her mouth.

his good grades never stop coming nevertheless, which frustrates her to the point that even though she rarely bumps into him in school, she begins having trouble focusing on her studies. which is a first—one that she wished had never happened.

and after the first half of ninth grade of her watching her world collapse around her, Taehyung decides it would be fun to poke at her wound a bit more and so he starts leaving badly drawn doodles of her face around school with words such as “wuss” or “loser”.

at first, it was in her locker, which bothered her but not so much. a wet tissue resolved the problem pretty fast. but then when later on Patty Conklin started making a fuss for seeing it behind the gymnasium, the whole school started making funny faces as Blossom passed by in the halls.

Buttercup threatened everyone with her looks as she started more and more coming to Blossom’s side in the hallways. and Bubbles was always turning the tables with reversible psychology or as she called it “leverage gossip”. but that was bothering Blossom more than Taehyung’s little revenge.

she didn’t need people coming to her rescue.

and so something in her blossomed. for the rest of ninth grade she fought harder, focused more, participated in more activities, studied better, and by the end of it not only did she come as a top student with several acclamations that their dad was sure to hang in their fridge but she also found her first boyfriend—Dexter.

throughout the entirety of summer, she was able to put past her the whole Taehyung graffiti incident. she had managed to bump into him only twice, both being part of her job as he was once again involved with crime. and for the rest of it, she enjoyed going out with her sisters, or hanging with Dexter as they strolled around savoring milkshakes or the new records arriving at Cherry Pop. life felt normal again, the world was once more round and it spun her way.

but then came the beginning of tenth grade.

for the first time in years, she and Taehyung shared classes. not only that but someone in the secretariat thought it would be better for the students to have lockers placed near the classes they would be going to, and suddenly she had to see Taehyung’s annoying grin every morning before the first bell rang. their lockers being right across from each other.

“Morning, Red.” he would say like a well-programmed clock as he leaned in his metal cabinet, red cap boyishly back, arms defiantly crossed.

“Mind your business, Jojo.” she would hear Dexter approach like a knight in shining armor, scowling at the Rowdyruff, before she could snap at the boy herself.

in return, Taehyung would send him a sly smile, not at all bothered by his presence. “Your panties already twisted, Dex? So soon? Sheesh.”

and of course Dexter balled his fists annoyed, Taehyung knew how to get under his skin. Or everyone else’s for that matter. but Dexter also knew he was no opponent for a boy who could conjure fire with his hands, therefore his threats were just that... threats.

“Go find yourself a wall to paint, airhead.” Blossom would come to the rescue and between her remarks and the way Dexter always kissed her cheek, placing his arm around her neck as they walked away, the smile would fade from Taehyung’s lips.

although exhausting, it was a routine that Blossom was used to. she could even say that every time he would get into heated arguments with her while in class due to different points of view or better, due to pure spite, it was the fire she needed to boost her throughout the day. she wouldn’t change it.

but it was only when he began missing classes the week after the Halloween party that she realized how much she didn’t want to change it.

weeks turned to months, hatred turned into longing, and the heart she thought belonged to Dexter had always been in the hands of another. it had all been there, kept in a forgotten drawer much like the red paint spray canister with a cherry doodle that she looked at resentfully every now and then. on its bottom, the words that taunted her for the years to come in his absence. Taehyung wuz here.

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cloudykaii · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#aimee grace writes #bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts 8th member #bts 8th member imagine #bts eighth member #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jeongguk #bts baby blurbs #baby blurbs by aimee!

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europheecus · 1 year

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- Green. 💚

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azucarmorena97 · 4 months

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Pact

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

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

#bts #jungkook #suga #jin #namjoon #jhope #jimin #bts imagine #bangtan sonyeondan #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #bts v #bts v x reader #bts blurbs

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7ndipity · 8 months

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You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities

Tae x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You try to break up with Tae because you're worried that you don’t deserve him, but he won't let you go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurities and self worth issues, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @sporadicarcadebanana for this request! I’m not entirely happy with how this one turned out tbh, but I didn't want to leave you waiting too long. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.💜

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You did your best to try and ignore your phone ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that hour, knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to focus on the show you were watching as a distraction, but you couldn’t help your eye being drawn to Tae’s name popping up on the screen over and over. The

tears had finally stopped, but the lingering sting was still there, both in your eyes and chest.

You knew it was a shitty move to tell him that you wanted to end things over text, but you were afraid that if you had tried to say everything you were thinking face to face, you would fold immediately, like you always did when it came to him.

It was almost strange how you could both love and hate the hold that he had over you, the way he had managed to climb over all your walls that you’d built up, rather than knocking them down, and reach out to you from the inside and make you feel so safe and undered.

But with those feelings also came deep rooted fears and insecurities. As you spent more time together, you couldn’t help noticing the differences between the two of you, especially physically. Although he never seemed to mind it (frankly it seemed to be quite the opposite, if the way he always seemed to have his hands on you in some way or other was any indication), you could never shake the growing sense of unease that his devotion would only go so far, that eventually he would realize that you weren’t enough and he would leave. So, you’d decided to skip the waiting game and beat him to the punch.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You shut your eyes at the sound of Tae’s voice, as if that would help block him out. “Y/n, please talk to me.”

“Go home, Tae.” You called through the door.

“No! We need to talk about this, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He said, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d been crying too. “Please, y/n, just talk to me.”

You let your forehead rest against the door as you took a deep breath. You knew he was right, he deserved a better explanation than this.

“What the hell is this?” He asked as you opened the door, holding his phone out for you to see the text displayed.

“I thought the message made it pretty clear. I think it would be for the best if we broke up.” You said, trying to sound unfazed, but the words had a hollow cadence to your ears.

“But why?” He demanded.

You sighed, looking anywhere but him. “It just won't work, our lives are too different. We’re too different.”

“What do you mean different?” He asked, finally taking a good look at you, noticing the puffiness around your eyes. “Have you been crying?” He reached out for you, immediately concerned. “Baby-”

“Don’t.” You pulled back, trying to ignore how your voice caught in your throat. “You deserve someone better, someone beautiful-”

“You’re beautiful.” He stated, staring at you, completely bewildered.

You scoffed, almost out of reflex.

“You are!” He said, the fire coming back to his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re not good enough or something? Because let me tell you right now, nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But, I-”

“No! I won’t let you talk badly about yourself. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will fight every day to show you that.”

Your eyes started to mist over with new tears as he spoke, wanting to believe him, but unableto shake your own fear.

Seeing you starting to crumble, he pulled you against him in a crushing embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me prove it to you, let me prove myself to you.” Tae said, pleading with his eyes. “If you still want to break up, I’ll hear you out, but don’t let it be because of this. Please.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

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sugasnote · 1 year

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kissed pretty

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff or just feelings…

words: 900+

the restaurant is glowing in fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, mostly empty tables from the late night. exhausted and fulfilled from the conversations and the dinner, the boys are wrapping up the midnight rendezvous.

jimin’s eyes catch the attention of the couple, engaged in deep conversation in their own bubble. the closeness of each other, hands playing with the other’s rings and red lipstick of yours.

jimin smirked in their direction, excited for the little fire in the between the glares bouncing between them, looking ready to devour each other if only they were in a good mood tonight. you noticed his staring, flickered your eyes towards him.

jimin sent a cheeky wink, making you frown at him. jimin bit back a smile when taehyung noticed your attention being diverted from him. the mischievous elf enjoying his current state of internal agony. taehyung bit his lips, wrecking his brain for some more excuses to hang on to this loose string attached to you.

taehyung tried to establish a relationship between you and him, not wanting to lose the only gem in his life. the beginning of the said relationship being a one night stand which turned to no strings attached and now, finding a suitable label for the present situation.

on the other hand, you craved coming home to your partner after a hard day, winding up by being in the arms of your lover. or maybe you just did not like to share what’s yours and what’s not.

taehyung noticed you tend to tense your back whenever the name, jennie, leaves his mouth. he enjoyed watching you act oblivious to that name, eyes twitching to roll back of your head. taehyung just knows he loves you too much to let you go.

“i’m telling you, she is just a friend. we don’t have any label anymore.” taehyung sighed at you, tired from your constant false accusations of his nonexistent feelings for jennie.

you hummed at his frustration, lip smacking to the side and staring into space, giving off an impression of nonchalant nature. you enjoyed playing a fool for his ‘lies’ or maybe you just liked seeing taehyung riled up over you and not jennie.

taehyung’s phone, which was lying on the table started ringing with a name of the the devil of tonight’s show: jennie.

you smirked at the timing of her call and the conversation topic. you stared right at him, silently daring himself to answer the call in front of you. taehyung’s eyes never strayed away for a single second from yours, challenging you to look away. a battle where both of them are not willing to lose until the phone stops ringing ringing.

“i’ll give you some space to talk to her, v.” you accentuated each word, a sly smirk over your face from using his stage name. you started gathering your things up to leave the restaurant, not actually wanting to see taehyung talk to her in front of you incase he actually answers the call.

taehyung rolled his eyes, ignoring your words and the phone kept on the table. a perfect resting bitch face engraved on his sweet face, hands folded over his chest. he did not try to stop you from leaving, instead watched the whole scene of you fixing yourself with a dark red lipstick in a pocket mirror.

you wore maroon slip dress with a slit over you leg paired with black coat for the chilly weather. you hair let down free for the wind to part the strands, minimal jewellery adorning your neck and ears.

a perfect girlfriend material, taehyung had noticed but taehyung would not dare to say it out loud, just to hear you whine around in a small cute pout. the slip dress hugging your curves and the exposed skin looked smooth and kissable.

“i’m leaving,” you stood up, staring down at him. taehyung made no effort to meet your stare. you sniggered at him, hands coming to hold his hair, tugging down slightly to make him face you.

“i’m leaving,” you repeated herself. taehyung looked at you, taking in your features. printing a memory of you tugging at his hair in a completely different situation.

“i heard you the first time, doll” he softly uttered the words to you, your face turning into a frown. your hands left his hair and he watched the perfect girlfriend material walking away from him.

your mood turned sour from his lack of attention, face scowled with no worries about the wrinkle formation in later years, having a slight walk of shame to your car.

the parking space is empty aside from the workers of the restaurant, echoes of your footsteps moving all over the place. you noticed an additional sound of footsteps, making you frown again as there was no other person in the elevator downstairs.

your heart rate started to pick up paces as you took long strides to reach your car. you let out a gasp when you felt a pair of hand grab your wrist, tugging towards the said footsteps.

another hand went up to grab your chin and you saw a glimpse of the guy at the dinner table. he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp. your hands went up to the previous place, tugging at his hair strands as you kissed him back.

your other hand resting against his chest, mouths moving sensually against his. you’re easily overwhelmed by feeling everything he is pouring into the kiss.

you bit his lower lip, a hiss left from his swollen lips. a punishment for acting too cocky earlier. a soft kiss placed on it for mending the pain of it being too hard, taehyung chuckled into your mouth.

“deserved to be kissed hard for looking this pretty,” taehyung muttered against her lips. small smile creeping up on her, running her fingers against his jawline.

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surveilenceysystem · 11 months

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Jimin: Hewwo.

Hoseok: Hihiiiiii!

Taehyung: Greetings, Humans.

Namjoon: Three kinds of people.

Jungkook: I want pudding.

Yoongi: Four kinds of people.

Seokjin: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Namjoon: Five kinds of people.

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimim #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #bts incorrect quotes #kpop au #imagines #tspswrites #bangtan #bts blurbs

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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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showing care through tending to each other’s hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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