“What a relief we are seven members. What a relief that we have each other.” -MIN YOONGI 💜💜💜
2Я, когда новый знакомый только что сказал своё имя, и я тут же забыла его, и мне срочно нужно вспомнить:
0Jungkook has always had this special ability of showing his heart when he dances and I am just in awe of him so much of the time. He is young and sees the world so differently than me and there’s not much more than appreciating him for his whole being.
He is truly beautiful
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Hello all, this is going to be the masterlist post for my new story I’m writing. It’s going to be posted in a “social media” type format. I’ve been loving tons of stories like this recently so I thought I’d try it out. Hopefully you like it.
Pairings: ex boyfriend!Hoseok x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader, Possibly Other Guys x Reader?
Everyone is a College Student AU
Warnings: Language, Sexual References/References to Sex, Crackhead Energy
Summary: Jungkook’s new roommate seems nice, has hotass tattoos, AND he’s a musician. What more could you want? He seems like the perfect thing to get over a break up, unless your ex, Hoseok, has anything to say about it.
Parts:
Part One - Someone’s Looking for an Ass Beating
2Part One - Someone’s Looking for an Ass Beating
A/N: Alrighty, sooooo, I’ve really been wanting to try a new writing format because I love it and I’m currently obsessed with writing anything about BTS. So, here is the first part to my new story, hope you enjoy. ❤️❤️❤️ - Sara
2pairings: hoseok x reader, yoongi x reader
summary: being childhood friends with supermodel duo min yoongi and jung hoseok isn’t easy but being in love with one of them doesn’t help
aka the story of how you accidentally confess and actually end up dating the wrong person (drama ensues)
this is kind of my take on fake relationships but with a whole other level
genre: angst, misunderstandings, supermodel!au, unrequited love
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX
Your eyes are still swollen from crying when you wake up. Even after a week of grieving you were still feeling the fresh wounds of heartbreak.
Your pillow more damp than dry at this point as you stared blankly into the ceiling wishing you could will yourself into falling asleep again. That’s until you hear the sound of rustling in the kitchen despite living alone.
Suddenly, you forget all the sadness and grab your phone, finger hovered over the emergency button, and the curling iron next to your bed stand. Creeping in silently, you swallow your fears as you prepare to attack this unknown intruder.
“Hey, you’re up! Where do you keep the spatula — ?” the familiar voice asked.
“Hobi?” you clutched the curling iron to your chest in relief. “When did you get in here? How did you get in here?”
Hoseok took off the beanie covering his now black hair. It had been dyed an orange-red for the last photo shoot he did so you hadn’t recognized him as clearly at first. “Sorry, did I scare you?” he cocked an eyebrow when he noticed what you were holding as your weapon of choice. “Were you gonna perm my hair to death with that?”
Your cheeks burn a little. “Shut up. You really freaked me out.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he replied as he rummaged in the bottom drawer of your pantry to find the coveted spatula he had been looking for.
“Mission accomplished,” you tell him before rushing to give him a bear hug.
Hoseok’s taken aback by your sudden display of physical affection, but nonetheless his arms are soon wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. “How are you?” the softness in his voice makes you want to sink into him even more, but you pull away in the end.
“Me? How are you?” you retort before shoving yours hands into your pockets. Through all the media madness surrounding Hoseok’s possible affair with a married big-time actress and the whole mess with Yoongi, you barely had the time to catch your breath.
Hoseok’s smile faltered. “I’ve seen better days. I’ve had to close the dance studio until this all blows over. Stay out of the public eye. I had to really bust my butt to get here with management on me, so please don’t kick me out until after breakfast.”
“Of course not,” you catch yourself smiling a little. “I just hate how anything a male and female are seen together it’s automatically assumed that there’s something between them.”
“It’ll be fine, I promise,” Hobi assured you. “I’m just glad you believe in me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I know you, I know you would never put someone’s relationship in jeopardy or put yourself in a situation to do that.” You almost felt like a proud parent listing off their child’s accolades.
“You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said with almost a weight off his shoulders. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.”
“Back at cha.” You opened the fridge door. “Now let’s get cooking, I’m starving.”
Hobi doesn’t talk about Yoongi at all. It’s just a day spent wrapped around cozy blankets, drinking Hobi’s famous hot cocoa, and watching re-runs of sitcoms with the poorly timed laugh tracks in the background. You wish all days would be like this: just you, your best friends, and a lazy day.
“Do you want more cocoa?” you turn to Hobi only to find him knocked out. His head tucked into the crook of the couch, arms lax, and chest moving rhythmically up and down. You move to tuck him in before gently climbing off the sofa to get yourself some more cookies in the kitchen, grabbing your phone as you go.
You check the time only to notice you received a message a few minutes ago.
[6:02 PM] Yoongi: Can you talk right now?
Your heart lurched. Did you ignore it? Did you ignore him?
All day you had spent trying to distract yourself from the situation and now the throbbing sting had returned in your chest. You wanted to simply get some more snacks and go back to the room where Hobi was resting. Of course, your heart had other intentions.
[6:11 PM] Y/N: Yeah, I can.
[6:11 PM] Yoongi: Can I stop by your house?
You paused to think it over. You should say no. You should rest. You should process over more pints of ice cream with extra sprinkles.
Should—it was a word easier said than done because if you really lived by ‘should’ then you wouldn’t have fallen for your emotionally unavailable best friend and word-vomited your feelings to him last week after he drove you home.
An image of Yoongi smiling, gummy and eyes bright, sent you over the edge.
[6:25 PM] Y/N: Okay, yeah.
You paced your hallways quietly thinking about everything you wanted to tell him. You, of course, were sorry. You wanted to tell him that the both of you should remain friends, and not let it affect your friendship because that’s what mattered most. You wanted to take back everything.
When Yoongi’s car lights shone in your peripheral vision, you darted for the door in your house slippers and haphazard shawl thrown over your shoulders. You really didn’t need Hobi waking up and getting involved into this mess. He didn’t need anymore stress in his life, you told yourself.
As Yoongi parked in your driveway, you climbed into the passenger seat to his surprise. You felt a jab in your heart to think back to the last time you were in this same position.
“I was thinking we would go inside to talk,” Yoongi said plainly.
You couldn’t look at him dead-on, only able to peak at him from your side view.
“Hobi’s sleeping over,” you told him. “I don’t want to wake him up.”
Your fingers curled around the car seat as silence settled.
What was Yoongi thinking? Did he see you differently? Was he uncomfortable?
“I can’t sleep,” he said after another minute of silence rolled by. “I keep thinking about that night, and I’m an idiot who…who doesn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions let alone my own.”
“Yoongi…”
“Like you just told me you had feelings for you and the first thing I do is say that I still love my ex-girlfriend…” you bit back a flinch hearing it roll seamlessly out of his mouth “…then I just…I’m sorry. It’s all I can say and do, tell you that I’m sorry I hurt you and that I never meant to be someone who…”
“Can we just go back?” your voice is tight. Your muscles feel wound up.
“I don’t want to lose you, okay?” you hate how much desperation seeps into your voice. “I don’t think we should let this ruin years of friendship.”
Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know if I can ignore this, Y/N.”
You shake your head. “You don’t have to ignore it, but can you let me get over this — you — so that we could get back to us again?”
Yoongi leaned his head back. “I can’t promise that. I just can’t.”
“Why?” your voice is watery. “Because of me? Because of my stupid feelings and my big mouth we can’t be friends anymore?”
Yoongi’s eyes were fierce. “No! It’s not you, I just can’t stand the idea of being the person who hurts you like this anymore…”
He finally looked at you. “I know, Y/N, I know how hard it is to love someone who doesn’t feel the same way and be around them. You pretend it’s okay. You say it’s enough to just be around them, but all you want is more and more. I can’t put you through that.”
You wanted to vomit knowing that he was talking about Young-Ju.
“You’re not putting me through anything,” you assured him. “I’ll be okay.”
Yoongi’s eyes glazed. “You’re right I’m not. That’s why we can’t be friends anymore.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you laughed dryly. “I knew this would happen and I did it anyways. I can’t believe I lost you…”
The tears were rolling down as if a dam had burst.
“I talked with management, I’ll be working with another modeling team.”
“So, that it? Really, you don’t even want me around anymore?” you choked.
“I don’t want it to be like this, Y/N!” he shouted in pure frustration. “It’s just how it has to be. I can’t do this to you.”
“For someone who talks all about not wanting to hurt me, I feel like that’s all you ever do now,” you said before pulling the door latch and slamming it closed behind you. As you ran back into your house, you hated how familiar this all felt to the last time.
Hobi’s sleepy face greeted your tear-streaked one. “What’s going on?”
You weakly walked over to him, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and sobbed. Hobi didn’t say anything as he wrapped the blanket that was draped over his shoulders around you and held you there for what seemed like centuries.
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So after Bon Voyage and some soft conversations I couldn’t get this idea out of my head of putting Jungkook’s hair in pig tails so this is the result. Enjoy some extremely soft fluff about our Golden Maknae <3
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