accepting the food easily, Seokjin thinks about her question, “well.. i think Yoongi would be perfect as my best man, even if he may seem grumpy about it. knowing Misa is your maid of honor, i’m sure he would accept. Namjoon and Taehyung can be my groomsmen, i’m sure they’ll understand. Tae might whine a bit, but when doesn’t he?” he laughs, knowing his brother.
“so what plans do you have for today, hm? possibly meet up with Misa, haven’t seen her since the party. maybe you can do some shopping, the wedding dress kind..?” Seokjin smiles, taking another bite of food.
I gazed up at Seokjin fondly as he talked about his brothers, reaching up to pat his cheek. “We can do that then. Misa won’t let Yoongi even act grumpy about it.”
Eating some okonomiyaki myself, I shook my head at his question. “You know our mothers would be unhappy if I pick a dress without them. But Misa and I can definitely make a shortlist and even look at fabrics and styles for the entourage. She says she’ll have time today.” Misa was her father’s successor, thus tended to be busy with their business. “How about you, love, will it be a busy day? Do you have to do a business dinner or something?”
I knock on Yoongi’s door. There’s no answer so I knock again.
“Fuck off, Jungkook!” I hear Yoongi’s angry voice from the other side of the wall. I smile a little and call back, “It’s me, Y/N!” I hear a sound of exclamation and then a crash then the door opens. Yoongi waves at me, an awkward smile on his face. Behind him I can see a toppled lamp. “Wasn’t expecting me, were you?” I grin. He rubs the back of his neck, embarassed, “Uh, no. Want to come in?” He gestures inside his room and I nod and enter.
I immediatley run and jump onto his bed. He follows me but more slowly. “What are you doing here?” He asks. I laugh, “Can’t I just hang out with you?” Yoongi smiles sheepishly as I continue, “Actually, I wanted to watch a movie with you.” Yoongi smiles joyfully and my heart skips a beat, “Great!” He exclaims, “There’s this movie I want to watch where this person is a hitman and she changes into the person she needs to kill-” I interrupt him quickly, “Nope, no way. No more horror movies. How about Bambi?” He sighs and scrunches his nose, sighs again then replies, “Alright, fine.”
“Awesome! Do you have snacks?” I question and he shakes his head. I sigh and pout then he rolls his eyes and pulls some snacks out from under his mattress. I take them gratefully, there are two packets of Doritos, one large chocolate bar and a bag of sweets. I open the Doritos and start to eat as Yoongi grabs his remote control for the TV. He turns it on and goes for the Doritos but I pull the bag away from his reach. Yoongi gives me an irritated glare but I just smile and tell him, “Open wide.” He raises an eyebrow but opens his mouth. I grab a handful of Doritos and drop them into his mouth. As he starts to chew, I steal the remote from him and put on Bambi.
“Min Yoongi, are you crying?!” I shout. He wipes his face quickly and responds, “No, definitely not.” I giggle and boop his nose, “You big baby. It’s just a movie.” Yoongi rests his head on my shoulder and hesitates before he speaks, “Alright, maybe. But now Bambi’s all alone!” I laugh and squeeze his hand,
“Min Yoongi, you are the most adorable person I’ve ever met.”
Their Girl || Part 20: Yoongi
“glad you enjoyed it, baby.. i’m not the most confident in my cooking skills, but i like to think my baking is above average.” i laugh, accepting the glass of freshly poured wine. “i know a pretty good red velvet recipe.. i’ll have to show you~”
continuing to eat, i admire Jungkook as he sat across from me. smiling at his rounded cheeks, my eyes fall to his chest peeking through the robe, “hm, you said you have extra clothes right? considering how much it’s raining, i’d rather you’d stay the night again.. also because i’d enjoy it..” flashing a teasing smile, my foot slowly trails up his leg.
“I’ll definitely have to try that,” Jungkook remarked when you mentioned your red velvet recipe. “I’m not the best cook either babe, but since we’ll be having a lot of dates at home, it seems to me that this is an opportunity for both of us to improve on that.” He smiled at the thought of the two of you cooking together–he made a mental note to look up some foolproof recipes.
Smirking when he felt your foot travel up his leg, he mock-frowned in a pretense of deep thought. “Hmm, should I? My apartment isn’t that far so it’s not like my car will have a problem…” He leaned over the table and took your hand for a kiss. “I’d love too, of course? How about I fetch my clothes from the car and we take a nice steaming bath?”
Seokjin had no idea when he had stopped sulking or when his humour had come back into play, but he couldn’t believe Hoseok’s suggestion ended up working. He was normally the type to hate attending such parties and it often surprised a lot of people when they learnt that he was actually very introverted. Seokjin couldn’t help but feel that exact same shock when he looked over his shoulder to see Sakura suddenly standing in front of him and his friends.
“Trying to win best dressed?” One of Seokjin’s eyebrows arched as his eyes quickly swooped over her appearance.
He couldn’t help the fact that his voice slightly wavered as he spoke; deep down he had expected her to spit in his face for his previous words. Yet, he chose to ignore his little hiccup as he now turned to fully face her, his eyes lingered far longer on her figure this time than he was willing to admit.
“Or, did you dress up for me, ya know, to apologise?” Seokjin’s confident facade had returned and as much as he wanted to apologise for his accusation they had an unspoken rule; emotions made things awkward.
Hearing Seokjin’s cheeky comment, I nearly sighed with relief. We may be constantly trying to outdo each other, but him being seriously angry would make me feel uneasy. It’s because being rivals mean having a certain respect for each other. I told myself.
I raised en eyebrow in turn at his self-indulgent question. “I know it may come as a shock to you Kim Seokjin, but not every girl on campus is trying to catch your eye.” It sounded unconvincing, even to my own ears, so I busied myself with trying to sit on a bar stool with as much poise as possible. Turning to Misa to ask her about drinks, I saw her still chatting with Yoongi. When exactly did this happen? I wondered peering at the drinks list.
“Hi!” Kim Taehyung, an underclassman, popped out from behind the bar with a tray of shots. “Let’s have fun, Seokjin-hyung!” he cheered, pressing a drink in Seokjin’s hand. “Umm, is it even legal for you to drink?” I asked him when he gave me one as well. Taehyung grinned, glancing from me to Seokjin. “Come on, don’t be wussy!” Not one to back out of a challenge, I drained my shot, glancing at Seokjin as I reached for another one.
Soyoung gnawed her lip anxiously as she watched the number of items continue to grow. It wasn’t the price she was worried about, a few convenience store snacks fit well in her budget, it was him. From the minute they had left her dorm room to now, Soyoung had become nostalgic as she racked her brain for all the ‘cheering up methods’ she had used before. Food was always a great option, but it didn’t seem to be as effective now as it did back when he injured his leg. This was new territory for them.
“If that’s what you want!” She took the opportunity to give him a little squeeze when he put his arm around her. “Let’s eat on one of the outside tables, the sky looks pretty tonight.” She picked up an equal share of the items and, once they had left the till, she led him straight outside. It may have sounded silly to others, but she always found a great sense of comfort in the moon.
Eyeing it in the distance, she let out a soft sigh, “Remember when life was simple and all we worried about was getting a pimple before picture day? Ah, I miss those days.” She reached for one of the many snacks, ignoring the fact she had eaten before he had arrived.
“Also, I will gladly spit in Eunji’s coffee the next time she orders, if you want me to.” Hoping the joke would lighten the mood a bit, she referred to the immense power she held at her part-time barista job.
Jungkook felt a small sense of relief when you both stepped outside; this particular street didn’t have tall buildings encroaching the open sky and that quiet expanse made him feel less like he was about to burst.
He smiled wryly at your reminiscing. “You did get a pimple and you acted like it was all over for you,” he teased. He took a large gulp of the soju despite his empty stomach, but didn’t notice his mistake.
Slurping up his ramen, he shook his head at your suggestion. “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of her, it’s not worth it,” he said, his words muffled slightly by the mouthful of noodles. “They say living well is the best revenge. I’m going to live well, and none of my friends will get any shit because of her either.” His vow sounded hollow; it was difficult for him to feel anything beyond the pain and think of anything else but the betrayal.
He felt like a fool. He had changed his usual habits to suit Eunji: he had “upgraded” his usual wardrobe of plain shirts and boots because she liked him looking a little more dressed up, he hadn’t played with his gaming buddies because she thought it was childish, and he hadn’t even been hanging out with you lately because she had been acting jealous. Shaking his head, he took another drink.
I knock on the door to Namjoon’s studio and plaster a fake smile on my face. “Come in,” I hear Namjoon’s voice. I open the door and walk in, my hands shaking. Namjoon spins around in his chair from where he was working on his computer and smiles at me.
“How are you?” I ask him. He shrugs and replies, “I’m okay. I’m just working on some music. How about you?” I make my fake smile wider, ready to fool him and start to speak, “I’m-” when I suddenly burst into tears. At once, Namjoon’s arms encircle me and my head leans on his chest. He brushes my hair and whispers to me that he’s here. It takes a while but my tears eventually stop streaming. Joon pulls away from me and wipes the wetness from under my eyes then silently pulls me to the sofa and sits me down.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Namjoon questions me but I stay silent. He takes my hand from my lap and squeezes it, “Tell me when you’re ready.” I nod and take a deep breath. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, just a few more tears stream down my face. Joon wipes them away with his thumb. I feel terrible. Absolutely terrible. My heart hurts so bad, it feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest. My body hurts too, as if I’m constantly being stabbed.
I take a deep breath, sniffle and tell Namjoon everything. I tell him about how bad I feel, about my anxiety of making a decision and how I’ve been unmotivated to do anything for the past day. “I thought that if I could hang out with each of you guys, I could see if I liked you,” I finish. “Sounds like you’re having a hard time, then,” Namjoon comments and I nod numbly. He brushes some hair behind my ear then takes my other hand and holds them both as he speaks, “It doesn’t matter how we feel. We know we like you but it’s up to you to find out whether you like us or not. If we get rejected, yes, we’ll be upset but we’ll get over it. As long as you’re happy, we’re happy.”
A smile tugs at my lips and I grin at him. “There you go.” He smiles back. I get the urge to thank him, so I do. I thank him with a kiss. I lean forward and peck his lips. They’re warm and soft and it makes my body feel fuzzy with joy. It only lasts a few seconds but afterwards I’m more certain than ever that I love Kim Namjoon.
Their Girl || Part 19: Namjoon
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 3k
warning(s): Fingering. Hand job. swearing.groping. y’all know the drill, heavy make-out session. seductive and sweet taehyung.
summary: Having seven boyfriends was always eventful, but in the beating heat of the summer things tend to dry out. So, to liven things up a bit, your boyfriends decide to do something fun. By giving the taste of your lips a fun, new twist, with various glosses involved!
(Photographer!Taehyung x Photographer!Reader)
A mutual group of friends may not be easy when you don’t get along with everyone in it. After a long winter break where everyone went their own way, yn realized that face to face interactions where a lot harder than online talking made it out to be. Especially if one couldn’t help but think they might hate you.
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a/n: I’m SOOOOOO sorry, this semester was almost impossible ):
“To say you are nervous would be an understatement.”
[jeongguk x reader]
genre: brother’s best friend!au
word count: 3.2k
a/n: helloooo! for some reason, the original fic has been getting a lot of traction recently. so, i finally found inspiration to write a little follow up drabble. i really meant for this to be a true drabble (which i consider less than 2k words) but i couldn’t stop writing lol. anyway, please excuse any grammatical errors; i never really proofread & enjoy :) xoxo
also, if it isn’t obvious, please read the [original fic] before this drabble to save you from spoilers!
“Why is it harder to see each other now that we actually want to see each other?”
hello everyone! i hope you all liked the two stories i have written 🥰 im opening my reqs again and will be closing it once there are sufficient amount of reqs. if you are interested, please do send one! i’d like to remind everyone too that i dont write smut.
Hobiiiiii Here he is~~~
Okay so Hobi’s hair is based off these pictures
He is amazing and I love him!
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since @kookiesjoonies and i can’t go 34 seconds without planning a collab, we decided to make a collab account for our social media au’s and fake text collabs!
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The Kiss Bet || Jin x reader
plot: your best friend is always giving you dares. this time, he dares you to kiss the stranger at the bus stop after a study session at the library.
genre; crack , fluff , angst
note: since i have a guide for what i wanna do with this smau, i’ll update it more regularly than undercover bc it’s a lot more easier for me to give you guys something up to date :)
Introductions (Jin’s friends)
You feel winded and you’re not sure why. Like you’d been walking on cloud nine and were now falling through the atmosphere, plummeting toward the ground at incredible speeds. When you speak, it doesn’t really sound like you. "Yes.“ Because he was exactly right - you were a hopeless romantic. Always had been. It was hard not to be when your parents were childhood sweethearts and love was the thing you’d been chasing your whole life.
alt summary. You use your one brain cell for love. It doesn’t always end well.
pairing. kth x reader. jjk x reader.
genre + rating. non-idol!au. romance (fluff), smut, some angst. general.
warnings / tags. none, tbh. a lot of soft soft softness in this chapter.
You wake in bits and pieces, with half-composed thoughts that drift in and out of focus. Dreams that you can’t quite remember now exist somewhere in the back of your mind, playing like a breeze. There’s sleep crusting your eyes, bleary and heavy-lidded from the nap that’d seamlessly extended itself into a fourteen hour compulsion.
Tracking a hand across your face - you can feel the lines left behind by linen, how they imprint against your cheek in the same way sunlight does from your bedroom window - you note that his side of the bed is empty. His side because he’s claimed it as such, nearly two months in.
The shower is running. You can hear it through the thin walls of your apartment. He’s also just dropped something, because the resounding bang! is as loud as fireworks on New Year’s.