BTS When Youre Pregnant:

BTS when you’re pregnant:

Kim Seokjin: 

Week 15 of pregnancy meant many things. Things like constantly feeling nauseous, your nose being annoyingly stuffy, and a small baby bump starting to form. It also meant cravings. So much cravings.

You shovel another spoon of peanut butter into your mouth, frowning slightly when you realize the jar is almost empty. You're pretty sure it's the second jar of PB you finished this week, and it's only Tuesday.

You're spread on the couch like a burrito, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around you tightly, the television playing some cheesy drama, the kind you've been watching for the past weeks religiously.

Throwing away the now clean jar of the spread aside, you don't even hesitate to call your husband, Seokjin, pressing the ringing phone to your ear as you feel another wave of hunger cursing through your body like a hurricane.

"Hey, sweetheart", a small smile makes its way to your face at the sound of Jin's voice, and you feel your body relax for the first time today, curling a bit more into your gray couch.

"Hey", you mumble, blaming your pregnancy for the way your heart suddenly increased its pace, and you grip the phone even harder, trapping it between your ear and the white pillow supporting your back. "Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home. Like, two minutes away.", Jin answers, and despite being very happy to finally see your lover after a long, lonely day, you really need your peanut butter. 

"Well…", you bite your lip before smiling sheepishly, despite Jin not being able to see your face. "Can you turn around? We ran out of peanut butter."

"You finished another jar?", your boyfriend asks, his voice somewhere between exasperated and disbelieving. He never quite understood your weird craving for the spread, mostly because it's such an American food. 

"Yeah.", you say bashfully, and Seokjin sighs against your ear. "Baby, it's all you are eating for the last few days. You need to keep your body healthy.", he says gently, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

Of course, Jin was right. You had indeed been eating mostly peanut butter since your cravings started a few weeks ago, and your husband was going crazy seeing you sit on Reese's cups and peanut butter sandwiches all day long.

"But I want peanut butter", you whine into the phone, not caring the least about your childish behaviour, and Jin's silent for a second before he responds. 

"How about this? I come home, make you some real food, and if you don't want it, I'll go and buy peanut butter.", Seokjin suggests, and you wonder how the hell did you fall on this perfect man, who was so patient with you, but also firm, taking care of you in the best way possible.

You hesitate for a second, not really liking the idea, but something about Jin's tone tells you he won't take no for an answer, and making him turn around after he's practically here is plain cruel, even for your pregnancy-induced mind.

"Fine.", you agree reluctantly, and you hear the other sigh in relief, a slight chuckle in his voice when he says: "Good, because I'm already in the elevator of the building".

***

When Jin steps into the apartment, you're still sprawled all over the sofa, your hands on your small baby bump and legs extended carelessly.

"Sweetie", Jin walks over to you with a soft smile, a short chuckle escaping his lips when you tilt your head up for him, silently asking for a kiss.

He looks exhausted after a day of practicing nonstop, his slightly long black hair falling over his eyes carelessly, wearing a plain gray t-shirt with long sleeves and ripped boyfriend jeans. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and his lips look swollen, and you know it's because of his habit to bite them whenever he's stressed.

Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your husband, and you feel bad for being so selfish, even if you're carrying a living human inside of you. Jin was struggling to juggle his busy life as an idol and dealing with his pregnant wife, and you knew it.

You wrap your arms around Jin's neck when he leans down, pressing his lush lips against yours, and sigh into his mouth contentedly, momentarily forgetting about the need to vomit and your angry appetite, and just enjoying the affection you've been missing the whole day.

"How's my baby doing?", Jin mutters when he pulls back, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, and you exhale dramatically, tucking your face in the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. "Not good. I'm tired, and hungry and-"

"I meant the baby in your stomach", Jin says teasingly, letting out a high-pitched laugh when you pull away from him and send him a glare that could kill, your husband's humor existing even in times like this.

"Make me food, peasant. And it better be good.", you say flatly, raising an eyebrow at your lover, who simply shakes his head at you, muttering under his breath: "Nobody said pregnancy is like slavery".

You continue to stare at the TV blankly while your husband busies himself in the kitchen, humming to himself tunes and throwing around pots and pans loudly.

It must be around half an hour when Jin's head peeks out of the entrance to the kitchen, the apron tucked around his small waist covered with patches of flour and an assortment of colorful spices.

"It's ready!", he says with a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Get ready to get your mind blown.", He adds confidently, and you get up from the couch, hearing your stomach rumble as you get closer to the source of the amazing smell filling your apartment.

Jin always makes you food, and has always cooked for you since the two of you started dating, so you were very familiar with his food, but whatever was on the white porcelain plate on your kitchen table, you haven't seen before.

"What is that?", you ask curiously, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you inspect the omelet/pancake, unidentified red and green vegetables and pieces of seafood inside of it. There's also some sort of dark dipping sauce in a small bowl. 

"That",Jin says proudly, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was talking about something he was passionate about. "is my mother's famous Haemul Pajeon recipe. Our family's been eating this for years during cold winter nights. It's the best kind of comfort food."

You hum with interest, Jin's enthusiastic reaction lighting up some excitement inside of you, and sit down by the table, licking your lips as your boyfriend cuts you a slice of the large pancake, handing it over to you with an expecting grin.

You can't help but moan when you bite into the perfectly spiced Korean dish, closing your eyes with satisfaction as your taste buds enjoy for the first time in a while something that wasn't peanut butter.

"So?", Jin says mischievously, "Should I go buy some peanut butter to go with this?", he asks sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, too focused on the delicious food in front of you to answer him.

Later, when the two of you are cuddled up on the sofa, the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your bodies and Jin's warm hand rubbing circles onto your slowly-growing belly, you tilt your head back to meet your husband's soft brown eyes, sending him a small smile. "Thank you, baby. For the food. And I'm sorry for being a brat all of the time."

Jin laughs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay. I love you no matter what. And our baby girl, of course."

You lay there for a few more minutes of content silence, enjoying the warmth of each other after a long day for both of you. You can't help but laugh, shaking your head when a sudden thought comes to your head, and Jin lets out a questioning noise against your nape. "What is it?"

"Nothing", you snort, trying to silence your giggles in the palm of your hand, before turning to look at your husband, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I just realized I found my new craving."

Min Yoongi:

Waking up to yourself in week 28 was sort of like waking up to your pet elephant. You were huge now, your stomach and boobs blocking everything in front of you.  

Yoongi was still asleep beside you, one hand thrown lazily across your thick waist, the other tucked behind his head. He looks peaceful, like he always does when he's asleep, his dark hair falling over his forehead messily, his small mouth closed and letting out these deep breaths, indicating he was sound asleep.

Sighing, you brush your husband's bangs away from his face, admiring his fair skin and soft facial features. How the hell was this perfect human being here with you, when you look like this? When you feel like this?

Not able to take the sudden wave of emotions, you get up from your shared bed slowly, biting your lip when your body screams at you to stay in bed and not move until you go into labor. Your boyfriend stays unmoving, as expected, and for once you're thankful for his deep slumbers. You don't want him to see you like this.

You walk out of the hallway slowly, padding out of your shared bedroom in your fuzzy white socks and one of Yoongi's old white T-shirts and shorts, which is sadly the only thing that fits you right now.

Making breakfast is the only thing you want to do right now, the best way to take your mind off of things, and you walk determinant to the kitchen, bracing your hand against the wall as you do.

Unfortunately, the long golden body mirror at the edge of the hallway catches your attention, and you can't help but stop in front of it, feeling your heart drop as you look at your reflection.

Pregnant women were supposed to have some sort of natural glow, right? They were supposed to feel like goddesses, like they were thriving. But you just felt like a wretched mess, and nothing more than that.

You were always an athletic person, and maybe also a little weight conscious. Suga gave you more self-confidence, helping you in his subtle actions and words, but right now, you felt like you were losing control over your own body, and you hated it. What if you stay like this forever?

You feel a wave of panic surge through you, tears brimming in your eyes as you stare at the girl in the mirror, with the blood-shot eyes from uncomfortable sleeping, the messy bun of dark hair and the pale skin from staying home these last few weeks.

"Babe?", you turn at the sound of your lover's voice, still hoarse from sleep, meeting his brown eyes with your own watery ones. At the sight of your trembling bottom lip and quiet sniffling, Yoongi's previously half-shut eyes widen, walking over to you quickly with a concerned expression.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?", he asks with an uncharacteristically soft voice, his warm hands coming up to cup your face, wiping the small teardrops from your cheeks. His eyebrows are furrowed cutely, his face so close to yours you can smell his breath, still minty from brushing his teeth not too long ago.

You sob, the embarrassment of being caught like this only intensifying your feelings, and avoiding your husband's eyes, who turns your face back to him, gently yet firmly, his eyes showing no intent to back down.

"I just… I feel so ugly, Yoongi. And I'm so scared. Scared I'll stay like this forever, scared you think I'm not good enough…", the last words come out in a whisper, your cheeks burning bright red as your boyfriend stares at you incredulously, mouth slightly open.

"Y/N, I know you're pregnant and have all sorts of weird moods right now, but this… this is straight up ridiculous. I love you, I'm your husband, and I'll never leave you.", Yoongi says firmly, grabbing your shoulders tightly as if trying to pass his sincerity to you, and you feel ashamed now for making the love of your life look like this, so worried and sad over something so meaningless.

"I'm sorry", you whisper, because you have nothing else to say, and Suga clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he brings one hand up to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, now much softer than they were seconds before, holding love and affection that's meant only for you.

"Y/N, it's okay to feel ugly. You don't have to feel like you're a failure and a horrible person for not enjoying every second of your pregnancy. It's hard, and I love you so much for going through this. I love you so much for giving me our child.", he finishes, pressing a warm kiss to your hand, and you can't help but sob, the unexpected speech from your husband making you feel so much things, especially because you know how hard it is for him to say what's on his mind, even to you.

Yoongi doesn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms around your large figure carefully, pulling you closer until your face is buried in the crook of his neck, his hands stroking your hair slowly as you cry your heart out, letting out weeks of hidden fears and insecurities wash away with your tears.

Maybe you don't feel like the prettiest human right now, but it doesn't matter because you'll have the most beautiful child in the world, exactly like his father.

Jung Hoseok:

You're on the sofa in the living room, texting your mother, who you think is more concerned about your pregnancy than you are, when you feel something strange in your stomach, almost like gas bubbles, or a growling tummy.

You make a face and set your phone aside, squirming a bit on the blue-colored couch in an attempt to get comfortable. This feeling has been happening for a few weeks now, these little flutterings in your stomach, but now it's much more distinctive, and you place a hand on your curvy belly, trying to calm down the strange movements inside of it.

And that's when you feel it. The smallest of kicks against your palm, just above your belly button, like the wings of a butterfly, and you gasp, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the feeling that you now know is your baby moving in the womb.

How didn't you think about this possibility? You're already at your 25th week, just around the time when you can start feeling your baby's "quickenings".

"Oh my God. I have to tell Hoseok.", you whisper to yourself after a few seconds of complete shock, still a little bit delirious, before rolling into a seating position, your elbows supporting the weight of your unnaturally heavy body.

"Hoseok!", you shout, waiting impatiently as you hear cabinets closing hastily, and then the sound of hurried footsteps running down the hallway, before your husband's head pops out of the corner, eyes wide and worried.

"I was just making you a bowl of cereal, like you wanted. Are you okay?", your boyfriend asks gently, coming closer to you and crouching in front of the couch to be at eye level with you, his eyes scanning you for any reason of discomfort.

Hoseok's wearing an oversized dark grey sweater, light grey shorts and his favorite purple sandals, and there's cute black round glasses perched on his nose that make you feel all kinds of things, especially matched with his hot messy brown hair, but you don't let yourself dwell on his attractive appearance at the moment.

"Hobi", you whisper, not even knowing how to tell him about the fact that you've just felt your first child move for the first time. 

Hoseok's eyes furrow, looking even more worried than before, and he reaches his hand out to squeeze yours gently, his skin warm against yours. "I'm here. Talk to me, baby."

You don't talk, but you do reach out to take your conjoined hands, and place them on your stomach, right where you felt the baby move a few seconds before.  

It's quiet for a few seconds, your poor husband's expressions growing more confused by the second, but you know he feels it as well when his eyes suddenly widen, his jaw dropping and the hand against you jolting with surprise.

"Oh my God.", he breathes out, voice slightly shaky when he looks at you, his expression excited but also a little unsure, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Was that-"

"Yeah", you bite your lip, bringing up your interlocked hands to kiss J-hope's palm. "That's our baby boy, Hobi.", you say with a tone of disbelief that matches your husband's expression perfectly.

You're not really surprised when J-hope jumps up, knowing your boyfriend's energetic personality, but you still laugh when he starts dancing in front of you, matching his cries of happiness to his impressive popping skills.

The baby seems to feel your excitement and happiness, too, because you're pretty sure he moves even more than before, kicking even harder against your stomach, almost as if he was dancing in the womb as well.

"It looks like this kid will be a musician just like his dad.", you mumble later, when you and your husband are curled up on the sofa together, your hands wrapped around Hoseok's torso tightly and your head placed on his chest, the steady beating of his heart setting you in a dreamlike state. 

Hoseok laughs under you, and you feel the ripples underneath you, sending waves of warmth in your chest. He leans downwards towards you, pressing little butterfly kisses all over your face; your eyelids, your nose, cheeks and mouth.

He stops only when you're giggling like a teenage girl and pushing him away with your hands weakly, leaving one last peck on your lips before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face, pulling you even closer to him with his hands around your waist, caressing your baby bump carefully.

"Well, he might be a dancer like his dad, but that's not the most important thing", he says nonchalantly, and you raise your head to look at him, slightly surprised that Jung Hoseok, who loves music more than all the people you know combined, is saying that. "What's even more important, is that he'll be an angel like his mom."

Kim Namjoon:

When Namjoon walks through the doorway, you're already standing in front of it expectantly, two hands on your pudgy waist while your left leg is tapping on the floor steadily, a habit you have gained whenever you're nervous or stressed.

"Um… Hi, baby.", your husband says carefully, easily reading your body language and knowing something's wrong. "What's going on?"

He's dressed like he's been at work, which makes a lot of sense considering he was busy composing and producing the songs for the upcoming BTS album the whole day. His caramel hair is slicked back, pushed away from his face with hair gel, there are golden specs placed on the bottom of his nose, and he's wearing fashionable khakis tucked into a mint button up.

He looks tired, and what he really should be doing right now, instead of staring at you with a worried expression, is go take a long nap, but the growing panic in your chest is overwhelming, and you can't help but let it control you.

"We need to get the nursery ready", you announce, watching as Namjoon freezes on his way to you, his concerned expression changing into a more confused look, eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes and his mouth pulled into a small frown.

"The nursery is ready, though?", Namjoon replies, but it sounds more like a question than a statement, uncertainty tainting his voice as he seems to run through all the things you bought for the room since you discovered you were pregnant almost 36 weeks ago.

"It's not!", you reply, and maybe it's the unexpectedly sharp tone of your voice, or the slight shake of your hands that seems to jolt your husband awake, understanding filling his gaze as he scans your face carefully, his expression not as lost as before.

The past week or so, you've had these weird jolts of inhuman energy, followed by the need to organize and clean everything in sight, otherwise known as, the internet so generously explained to you, nesting. Namjoon had come home too many times to find you cleaning some old cabinet you never opened, folding loads of laundry for no apparent reason, and rearranging furniture in the middle of the night.

Your husband was slightly confused by the phenomenon for sure, but didn't try to stop you from cleaning as much as you like, although he did warn you to be careful not to wear yourself out, and tried to help as much as he could to take some of the pressure off of you.

"Okay, baby.", your boyfriend starts carefully, stepping towards you slowly as if he was scared you'll run away. "Why don't you tell me what needs to be done so we can figure it out, hmm?", he asks gently, finally reaching you, and his strong arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your large belly meets his hard torso.

You let yourself relax slightly, your own hands dropping to your sides uselessly, the tension in your shoulders slowly decreasing, and exhale loudly. "We need to paint the room, and fold the clothes in the closet, and maybe buy more toys-"

"Okay, okay.", Namjoon's palm comes up to cup your face sweetly, stopping your frantic rant, and he sends you a dimpled smile that you can't help but smile back to, because you were always a sucker for the deep holes in Namjoon's cheeks, pregnant or not. "We'll do everything, I promise. Everything will be perfect when our baby comes along."

You nod, letting Namjoon press a soothing kiss to your temple, before he pulls back, leading you to your shared bedroom with a hand around your waist, taking off his shirt when you enter the room as well, clueless.

"What are you doing?", you ask, not hiding your confusion when Namjoon throws on himself one of his old, worn out t-shirts he never wears anymore, before tossing a similar one to you. 

"Well, if we're going to paint the nursery today, we should probably wear something comfortable.", your lover says with a wide grin, and you can't help but grin back, changing into the huge shirt and taking off your pyjama shorts, before following Namjoon to the nursery, your heart feeling lighter than it was the whole day.

Park Jimin:

You whimper when you vomit again, lurching over the toilet as you empty your stomach, which you're legitimately surprised has anything left inside of it at this rate.

You can hear Jimin say something above you, but it sounds far away, like your head is underwater. You can feel his hand in your hair, pushing the sticky strands away from your face, the other one rubbing your back soothingly as he continues to mumble sweet assurances in your ear, even if you can't quite understand them.

Morning sickness was apparently just a name, because you were getting sick at the most random hours of the day, and it was definitely not limited to the early hours of it.

Just a few minutes ago, in fact, you were perfectly fine, helping Jimin cut some vegetables for a healthy salad before you suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea course through you, sprinting to the bathroom without another word to your husband, who followed you immediately, calling you name worriedly.

And now you were here, bent over the toilet for the last five minutes, letting out whatever food you ate today or maybe your whole life, with Jimin supporting you from behind, holding you through it.

Your knuckles are white from grasping the edge of the toilet in a death grip, when you finally let out a shaky breath that's been caught in your throat since you got here, letting your head fall between your shoulders as you try to catch your breath.

"Baby", Jimin's voice is soft and steady, but you can hear the worry and sadness tinging it. He hated seeing you like this, and you know he's blaming himself for not being able to do anything to make it better, even if none of this is his fault. "Do you think you can get up?"

You manage to nod, but don't make any move to straighten up, instead letting your husband's strong hands wrap around your shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around gently to face him, every movement calculated and careful, making sure not to trigger your vomiting all over again.

Your boyfriend's brown eyes are filled with pity when he sees your state, your eyes teary and red, face pale and body weak and motionless against him. "Oh, sweetie", he mumbles, brushing away the teardrops staining your cheeks, his skin warm against yours.

He looks so beautiful right now, with his blonde hair, which you insisted on combing today just because you find it so soft and fun to play with, and Jimin could never really resist you. He's wearing a simple black sweater, gray sweatpants, and fuzzy white socks, and his soft skin is shining under the harsh light of the bathroom, giving him an angel-like halo.

You would kiss him, but you feel like the taste of your mouth is probably deadly right now, and you don't even have the energy to cross the two inches left between your lips. 

Jimin seems to understand you perfectly, because he wraps a hand around your thin waist, pulling you close until your face is tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck, leaving a soft, fleeting kiss on your dark hair. "Do you want to take some medicine, babe?", he asks, murmuring the words against your head, and you nod against him, too tired to answer.

You shriek when you suddenly find yourself in the air, Jimin lifting you bridal style as it it's not big deal, still making sure not to jostle you too much, and wrap your hands around the blonde's neck to steady yourself, glaring at him when he giggles cutely. "Yah, you should've warned me!", You scold him, but your cheeks are already heating up from the romantic gesture, and Jimin seems to realize, sending you a cheek grin.

"Sorry, babe.", Jimin apologizes sweetly, pressing another warm kiss to your red cheek as he continues trekking down the hall with you in his arms, not stopping until he reaches the kitchen, where the vegetables are still waiting to be eaten. 

Placing you on the gray counter, Jimin shuffles through the different cabinets in the room, throwing out different ointments and medical supplies until he fishes out what he was looking for with a small victory cry, a container of pills your doctor recommended you to take whenever you suffer from morning sickness. 

"Here, take this", Jimin passes you the box, before walking over to the kettle and switching it on, the machine immediately starting to let out soft whistling noises. "I'll make you some camomile tea, okay?"

You mumble a gentle 'thank you', your whole body filling with warmth when Jimin passes you a glass of water to down the pill with, watching you when you swallow it with cautious eyes. 

You can't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl in the world, to be married to this amazing man, to carry your shared baby with this angelic human, and it feels like your heart is expanding when you watch Jimin blow on your tea, making sure it's not too hot, before handing it to you, standing between your legs and rubbing the inside of your thighs soothingly.

So you set the hot beverage aside, instead wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck, and pull your lover as close as possible, pressing your lips to his soft ones, smiling when you he lets out a surprised noise, but still wraps his own arms around your lower back, the action already natural to him by now.

You kiss for a while, these lazy, loving kisses that you enjoy even more than the hot, heated ones, and you can't help but whine when Jimin pulls away, biting your bottom lip gently as he does. 

He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes opening to meet your own, and there's this soft, dreamy smile on his face that makes you want to kiss him again, to tug him even closer to you. "That was nice baby, but you should drink your tea. Don't want you getting sick again."

You sigh, pouting with annoyance, but grab the mug of tea reluctantly, deciding not to make Jimin's life harder than it already is. "Fine, but only if I get cuddles."

Jimin laughs at that, pressing another peck to your pouty lips with a fond mumble of 'cutie', before pulling away and helping you off the counter, the grip on your waist steady and firm. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kim Taehyung:

"I'm nervous", you whisper to Taehyung, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you continue to walk down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the doctor's room at the end of it.

"Everything's going to be okay, don't worry.", your husband responds, sending you a soft smile, but you don't miss his slightly sweaty palms, and the nervous fluttering of his eyes. He was just as jittery as you.

Breathing through your nose, you stop in front of the tall door, gulping at the sight of the small sign mentioning the purpose of the room: "Doctor Choi Jisoo- Ultrasound and Pregnancy". It somehow made everything even more real.

Noticing your hesitation, Taehyung reaches in front of you, tapping the door with his knuckles before backing up, pulling you even closer to him before a soft feminine voice calls from inside. "Come in!"

You let out a shaky exhale, sending your lover another helpless look, and he smiles again, this time more genuinely, before pulling you to him to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm right here", he whispers, forehead pressed against yours, his thumbs stroking your cheeks soothingly, before he pulls away and opens the door.

The office is neat and pretty, light streaming in through large glass windows, a large white desk in front of them covered with organized piles of files, writing tools in a tall cup, and a small plate of mints. 

The woman sitting behind the desk fits the feeling of the office perfectly, a woman around her thirties, with shiny brown hair tucked into a tight bun, delicate features, and a slender figure clad in a white doctor's robe and a tight black pencil skirt reaching under her knee.

"Hello", the doctor sends you a small, yet kind-hearted smile, motioning you to sit down with a wave of her manicured hand. "You must be Kim Y/N. I'm Doctor Choi Jisoo, and I'll be doing your first ultrasound."

"Nice to meet you.", you reply, sending your own soft smile before continuing: "This is my husband, Kim Taehyung", you point at Taehyung, who bows his head towards the doctor respectfully. "Nice to meet you.", he says in his charmingly deep voice, still not letting go of your hand, placing it on his lap even after you sit down.

"Okay, let's get straight into it", the doctor says with a more formal voice, pointing at the clean, white bed in the edge of the room. "If you could lie there, please."

You get up, Taehyung following close behind you, and lie down on the hard mattress, watching as the doctor puts on gloves and takes a tube of clear-looking gel. "You're in your 12th week, right?", the doctor asks, lifting up your purple knit-sweater to reveal your tanned stomach as she gets ready to apply the gel.

"Yeah", you wince slightly when the cold gel touches your skin, and your boyfriend's by you in a second, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to get you to relax.

"I'm fine", you promise when you see the worry in Taehyung's dark eyes, squeezing his hand two times to reassure him, and he squeezes back, obviously holding back from saying something to the doctor.

You hold your breath when the doctor puts the transducer on your stomach, and you feel Taehyung still beside you as well, the feeling almost like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for your baby to appear.

"There it is!", the doctor says, and you can't help but let out a gasp, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, because even if the picture is grainy, and the baby is so small, not bigger than a plum, you already know he or she is the prettiest child in the world.

You vaguely register Taehyung beside you, mumbling something like 'the most beautiful thing I've ever seen', but you're too caught up in your own feelings, you don't even register it, nor the assurances of the doctor, promising you the baby is in perfect health and shape.

There's a light tap on your shoulder, and then you're turning around to meet the doctor's smiling face, her eyes bright, twinkling with something that looks like pride, and she's patting your head gently, whispering: "I'll give you two some time alone".

The seconds after the doctor exits the room are filled with so much unspoken words, the only sound in the room being the steady breathing of the two of you. It's Taehyung who speaks first, his voice filled with emotion and love.

"Our baby is beautiful", he mumbles, looking down at you, and you want to run your hand down his cheeks and wipe the glistening tears that lay there, but you also want to keep this image of him in mind, so beautiful, with his slightly curly black hair, his nose red from crying, deep eyes shiny from unshed tears, and lips stretched into a boxy grin so wide it blinds you.

"Yeah", you say back, your own voice sounding so filled with love and indescribable joy, and you let Taehyung wipe the tears off your cheeks with his lips, kissing all over your face as your grasp him tightly, afraid that this is all some amazing dream that'll slip through your fingers.

Later, when the two of you are home, Taehyung admiring your not-so-noticeable baby bump with a gaze so loving it melts you inside, running his hand up and down your stomach and telling you stories of what he thinks you should name him (he was sure it was a boy), you can't help but let out a disbelieving laugh, your boyfriend raising his eyebrows at the sudden action.

"We did that", you breathe out, your mind running back to the first picture of your first baby, which was now tucked safely in the drawer by your body, another copy already sent to get framed. 

Taehyung laughs at that, leaning up to hover over you, his legs tangled with yours, and he runs his hands up your sides, smiling when you squirm from the ticklish sensation. "Yeah.", he replies, his eyes soft like melted caramel. "We did."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Y/N!", the sudden shout jerks you out of your thoughts, and you turn around to your boyfriend, who's looking at you with raised eyebrows, his eyes showing confusion and slight worry. "I've called like two times already. What's gotten you so focused?"

"Sorry", you sigh, rubbing the space between your eyebrows. Now that you think about it, it seems like you've been on your laptop for a long time, judging by the fact that Jungkook's already home and the sun is setting outside, coloring the world in hues of orange and pink.

Jungkook doesn't answer, simply sliding his black duffle bag off his shoulder and walking over to the chair you're sitting on, standing behind it, close enough that you can feel the warmth emitting from his skin. 

"What are you doing?", he asks, staring at the open tabs in your laptop, numerous websites that range from "the size of your baby on week 23 of pregnancy", "ways to keep your body healthy during pregnancy", and "complications during labor".

You shrug, feeling slightly embarrassed at your boyfriend finding you surfing the internet like some crazed hag, and Jungkook seems to notice the change in your behaviour, because he turns the chair you're sitting on effortlessly, so you're facing him.

"Is everything okay?", Jungkook asks carefully, squatting down to your level and staring at you in the eyes, his expression slightly nervous like it always was when it came to talking about feelings.

You nod, but Jungkook doesn't seem to buy it, tilting your head up gently with a slim finger on your chin, so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. "You know you can tell me anything", he whispers, intelligent doe eyes holding so much sincerity and care that your heart stutters in your chest, and you sigh, running a distressed hand through your messy dark hair.

"I know, Kook.", you answer, pecking your husband's lips gratefully, and he hums against your lips, greatly satisfied by the gesture, before you pull back, biting your lip nervously while Jungkook stares at you, patiently waiting for you to say what's on your mind.

"I'm just", you start, your cheeks growing red at the thought of saying your cursed thoughts out loud, but you know better than to keep secrets from your husband, especially when it comes to your own child, so you grit your teeth and continue. "I'm scared I won't be a good mother. Like, what if I'm not responsible enough? I'm still so young, and so are you. Maybe having a kid at this age is crazy. What if we'll ruin his life?"

The silence that follows your ramble is deafening, Jungkook's mouth open slightly in surprise, his dark eyes wide, and you open your mouth to say something, anything to take back what you said, but Jungkook's already talking before you manage to.

"I don't know", your lover says, and you snap your head up on surprise, expecting some words of wisdom, or at the very least a clueless assurance. Jungkook seems to catch your shock, because he sends you a small, loving smile, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek gently with the back of his hand, something akin to awe in his eyes as he stares at you.

"All I know is, I love you.", Jungkook continues, his voice completely confident and firm, yet also soft and loving, and he reaches out to grasp your hands tightly, almost desperately, in his own warm hands. "I want to learn these things with you, Y/N. I want everything with you. The good and the bad, and everything in between."

You feel your eyes water at your husband's sincere words, his effect on you still the same even after years of marriage and dating, and you bring him forward to kiss him, even though it's more of a desperate clash of tongue and teeth than anything else.

You pull back after a few seconds to stare at Jungkook, stare at the man you love so dearly, the man you cherish in a place so deep in your heart that no one could ever replace. The human bunny you fell in love with all these years ago, with his soft black hair, his cute button nose you love to kiss, his plush pink lips that curve into that gorgeous smile of his, the shiny eyes that crinkle whenever he laughs at something silly you say.

"I Iove you too, Jungkookie.", you whisper in the soft atmosphere between you, pushing away the dark strands of hair from his forehead so you can drown even more in the eyes that hold all the secrets to the universe. "I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said."

"There's nothing stupid about being scared, love.", Jungkook mumbles, his own hands running down your long hair before pushing a loose strand behind your ear. "I'm scared too, but it's okay, because I have you. Don't be afraid to lean on me."

"I won't", you promise, letting Jungkook sweep you down into another lingering kiss, the taste of his lips so familiar to you, yet just as sweet as always. 

You can't help but giggle when Jungkook's lips leave your own, instead sliding down your throat, leaving little butterfly kisses on the way down, and stopping at your stomach, just where the baby is, and leaving another gentle kiss there. "I love you too, my little baby".

"Hey", you whine playfully, staring down at Jungkook with a fake glare, "I'm your baby", you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest dramatically. 

Jungkook laughs, bunny grin back on display, and you feel your heart explode from the tremendous amount of love you feel, hugging the older man's broad chest to you when he says: "You're my big baby, and they're my little one. I love you both, my babies."

NCT Dream when you're clumsy:

A/N: Ok but y is this pure crack lol

Mark:

"Shit, are you okay?", Mark utters, running quickly to the place where you stand, rubbing your head with your hand, a pained pout on your small face. Even you don't understand how you managed to walk into a wall, but apparently everything was possible when it's your clumsy self.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine", you mumble, your lips quirking up unconsciously at the sight of your worried boyfriend, his eyebrows furrowed and a cute frown settling on his pink lips. No matter how much times these things happen to you, Mark still managed to be worried every time.

"Maybe you should put some ice on that", Mark suggests, moving your hand gently to suspect the slightly swollen spot on your forehead, his deep brown eyes inspecting you carefully before he grabs your hand and drags you to the kitchen. "You really amaze me sometimes, you know that?"

Renjun:

You're getting out of the bathroom after your shower, your dark hair pulled into a messy bun and the skin of your face sporting a red blush from the hot water, when you hit your leg on the side of the bed, your face immediately contorting in pain as you grab your hurt limb.

"Owie~", you whine, making your boyfriend look up from his phone, laying on the bed lazily with his gray sweatpants and black t-shirt, just passing the time until you finally finish your excessively long night routine and finally be ready for sleep.

Renjun playfully rolls his eyes at your blatant attempt to get his attention, but he still gets up despite the exhaustion swimming in his veins, walking up to you before kneeling down to look at your ankle, inspecting the red spot carefully before deciding it isn't anything serious. Now that he knows you're fine, he won't hesitate to tease you. "Yah, I've been waiting for you this whole time only for you to try and break the bed?!"

Jeno:

Jeno came running into the room the second he heard the crash, his footsteps making screeching sounds against the parquet floor of your apartment as he finally reaches you, practically slamming into the kitchen doorway.

"Wha-", your boyfriend stops mid-sentence as he sees the state you're in, staring at the floor with a miserable expression, your hands still held out and your gaze locked on the pile of glimmering white porcelain, which used to be plates.

"Hey, come here, you might get hurt", Jeno scolds you, walking over to you quickly and grabbing your wrist, gently leading you over to the living room before ruffling your hair, noticing the embarrassed expression on your delicate features. "Y/N, it's just plates, it's not a big deal, we can always buy new ones. Now stay here while I go clean the mess."

Haechan:

You're running, your boot-clad feet frantically digging into the snow covered ground, trying to run away from your boyfriend, who's running after you with a massive snowball is mitten-clad hands and a shit-eating grin on his face, when you manage to slip on the powdery substance, falling straight on your bum with a loud 'oof'.

"Oh my god", you can hear Haechan cackling behind you, and you manage to blush despite the cold, frowning to no one in particular as you stand up, brushing the specks of snow from your black jeans. "Shut up."

"Baby, you literally fell for me right now", Haechan says proudly, wiggling his eyebrows as you snort, amazed by his ability to turn your every action into a symbol of your undying love for him. But you don't miss the way he secretly makes sure you're fine, steering you away from the slippery slopes as you start your snowball fight again.

Jaemin:

You're helping Jaemin make some instant noodles in the kitchen after he insisted on showing off his cooking skills, which included boiling water and ripping open packets of seasoning, when you somehow manage to close the drawer on your thumb after taking out two pairs of chopsticks for the two of you.

At the sound of your pained shriek, your boyfriend turns around immediately, his eyes wide with worry before they land on you, quickly understanding the situation when he watches you sniffle, rubbing your now-red finger with your other hand.

"Oh jagiya, come here, let me kiss it better", Jaemin mumbles, forgetting about his 5-star dish as he walks over to you, taking you to the sink and washing your thumb gently before moving to kiss the red spot on your finger, his lips more often than not landing on your cheeks and lips, until you find yourself laughing once again, your embarrassment and pain slowly fading away.

Chenle:

"I don't get it", you mutter with a defeated expression, watching as Chenle repeats the dance move he's been trying to teach you for the last hour, his body moving gracefully as he repeats the move once again, a small smile quirking at his lips when he sees the cute pout adorning your lips.

You sigh, trying to repeat the move, but of course your ankle somehow manages to twist beneath you, resulting in you letting out an embarrassing whimper as you drop to the floor, deciding to give up so you won't sprain something necessary.

"You're so clumsy, you know that?", Chenle sits next to you, bringing his hand up to stroke your hurt ankle, before he sends you a wide grin and ruffles your dark hair gently when you huff at him, annoyed at the fact he outed you with such an unbothered attitude. "But you're the cutest when you're clumsy."

Jisung:

You and Jisung are walking down the beach, watching the sun set slowly, coloring the bluish-greenish water in a lovely golden hue, and then you go and ruin the moment by stumbling on the sand, your boyfriend managing to catch you at the last second by sliding his hand around you waist.

"Oops", you say sheepishly at the sight of Jisung's wide eyes, smiling awkwardly when Jisung lets you go, a smile of his own framing his thin lips as he intertwines your hands once again, and you can practically feel the second hand embarrassment oozing from your boyfriend's very presence.

"You good?", your boyfriend asks you after a few seconds of him trying to stop the giggles bubbling up in his throat, not wanting to make your feel more embarrassed than you already were, and he'll pull you slightly closer when you nod, letting you no silently that he loves you not matter how clumsy you are.

Got7 reaction to you swearing:

Mark:

"Hey baby, you wanna go get ice cream?", Mark asks, staring at your curled up figure on the couch, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You seem to be in a bad mood today because of your period, so your boyfriend was trying to cheer you up in the best way he knows: food. He shouldn't be too surprised when you jump up from the sofa, flinging the fuzzy blanket off your body carelessly, but the words you say afterwards are what shocks him. "Fuck, yes!", you shout, your dark hair cascading down your back messily and your hands clasped together tightly in front of your chest, your adorably happy expression not matching the sentence you used.Mark stares at you speechlessly, his eyes slightly wide with shock and his mouth open. You on the other hand, don't even realize that you cursed, the hormones making you forget your own strict 'no cursing' policy, and skip to the door, only turning your head when you realize your boyfriend isn't following you. "Are you coming?", you question, your eyebrows furrowed cutely in confusion and your hand on the doorknob, grasping the cold metal. Mark stares at you for another second, his brown eyes impossibly soft before he shakes his head, a fond smile spreading on his full lips. "Yeah, I'm coming.", he says, finding the badass side of you cute and interesting, and your innocent and oblivious behavior afterwards even more.

Jaebum:

Jaebum looks down at your drowsy face with a soft smile, watching as your eyelids droop slightly only to widen a second later, revealing your dark irises. The two of you were supposed to have a movie night, but you found yourself talking on the couch instead, giggling about random things as the television plays in the background.Now you were laying between your boyfriend's legs, your chin propped on his broad chest as he runs his nimble fingers through your dark hair, his other hand stroking your lower back absentmindedly. "You should go home, you're nodding off", Jaebum mumbles gently, knowing it was impossible to wake you up after you fall asleep, and you groan, your lips jutting out cutely at the thought of leaving your lover's warm arms and going back to your cold, empty apartment. "Why can't I sleep here?", you whine shamelessly, rubbing your nose against the soft fabric of Jaebum's gray sleeping shirt, and he chuckles, poking your cheek gently. "You have class tomorrow in the morning. I can't let you ditch.", he explains softly but firmly, leaving no room for arguments, and you groan, for once regretting having such an amazing boyfriend who remembers your schedule better than his own. "Oh shit, I forgot about that.", you exclaim, slapping your forehead before looking up at Jaebum, whose eyebrows are raised slightly, his expression somewhat impressed. "What?", you ask, knowing the answer even before your boyfriend shakes his head, snapping out of his surprised state. "Nothing. I just never heard you curse before.", he explains, and you blush, looking down, internally blaming your tiredness for your slip. "Hey, it's fine, I curse too. I guess it'll just take some time to get used to.", your boyfriend hurriedly says when he sees your embarrassment, and you smile at that, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "I'm not as innocent as you think, Im Jaebum."

Jackson:

Jackson laughs as he sprints at you, his bare feet hitting the ground rhythmically as you screech, desperately trying to escape your boyfriend's flour-covered hands. The two of you attempted to bake a cake earlier today, and of course that simple task ended in the kitchen looking like a war zone, flour and eggs covering the parquet floor. Attempting to clean up the house just led to another deadly chase, Jackson hot on your heels as you try to avoid his batter-covered figure. You choke, trying to swallow as much air as possible when you collapse on your king-sized bed, too tired and laughing too hard to continue running. "Princess, didn't anybody tell you this isn't the royal palace? You're too clean for us poorlings.", Jackson says with a gleeful grin, advancing towards you slowly, his white fingers wiggling with hidden expectations. "Oh, piss off.", you blurt out, kicking your feet in the air helplessly as you try to scare off your boyfriend. And Jackson does freeze in his place, but it's most certainly not because of your bare feet. You jump in your spot when your boyfriend screams loudly, just as you're about to question his weird behaviour, his mouth open wide and eyes showing betrayal, and you only understand his reaction when he points at you with a shaky finger. "You just cursed!", he exclaims loudly, and you gape at him, the realization slowly dawning on you. You did curse. It was nothing like you, you were always such a pure soul, polite and careful with your words, to the point Jackson was always joking that you were an actual princess because of your perfect behaviour. Before you can start explaining yourself, Jackson yells again, successfully cutting off your line of thought. "You're a foul-mouthed princess!"

Jinyoung:

"Baby, I have a surprise.", Jinyoung announces, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you raise your head from its place on your boyfriend's shoulder, placing your phone on the couch before looking at Jinyoung warily. "What is it?", you ask, feeling nervous despite knowing that it's definitely something good, judging by the way Jinyoung's eyes are twinkling and a smile is tugging at his lips. "I planned us a two-week vacation in Greece. Just the two of us.", your boyfriend says with a slowly growing smile, enjoying your wide eyes and gaping mouth. "Fuck. Are you serious?", you ask, practically lunging at your boyfriend and sitting yourself in his lap, straddling him, before you hug him tightly, the older responding by chuckling softly at your cute behavior, tugging you closer to him by the waist. You don't even realize you cursed, something you always vow not to do, especially not next to your boyfriend, who likes to act like you are a porcelain doll he has to protect. You're too busy rambling into Jinyoung's ear about how happy and thankful you are, already planning your days in the tropical islands of Greece, images of colorful bikinis and coconut water surfacing your mind. "But you're going to have to wash that mouth with soap before we go, babe.", Jinyoung says nonchalantly after you finally stop talking, and you send him a clueless look, not understanding the disapproving look in his eyes before you remember your words from a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes, hiding your face in Jinyoung's neck so he won't see the blush creeping on your cheeks.

Youngjae:

Youngjae sighs when he tries to wake you up for the fifth time, shaking your limp body gently. "Y/N, wake up.", he begs, hoping the urgency in his voice will somehow sink into your consciousness. To your boyfriend's surprise, it actually seems to work, since you shift a bit in your sleep, groaning tiredly as your eyes flutter lightly. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Sighing in relief, your lover shakes you harder, feeling motivated at the sight of your reaction. "Babe, it's late, wake up." You groan again, finally opening your eyes to reveal tiny cracks, and bringing your hand up, probably to rub the sleep from your tired eyes. In the process, you somehow fling your hand too far, accidentally hitting Youngjae in the eye, his face immediately contorting in pain as he reaches his own hand out to cover the bruised limb. "Fuck, sorry", you say instantly, sitting up to cradle your boyfriend's face in your hands, your eyes wide and worried. Youngjae's mouth falls open at the sound of you cursing, his hurt eye long forgotten as he stares at you for a second before starting to laugh, the giggles erupting from his mouth loud and obnoxious. "Oh my god, that's the best thing I've ever heard!", he screeches, laughing so hard he actually starts to cry, small tears slipping down his cheeks as you laugh yourself at the ridiculous situation, still trying to check on Youngjae while you do so. "Well, at least you forgot about the pain.", you say between choked giggles, Youngjae leaning his forehead on your shoulder, trying to calm down desperately. He'll probably be in hysterics the whole day, the image of your oh-so innocent face letting out such a vile word not leaving his mind.

Bambam:

"I'm so sorry, babe", you say shamefully, your eyes filled with guilt as you stare at your boyfriend, who's looking at you with a small smile on his face. You couldn't help but feel bad for spilling hot corn soup all over Bambam's phone, even if you tripped because of his sneakers that were carelessly thrown in the middle of the living room. The older doesn't seem to care half as much as you do though, more worried about making your pretty face go back to smiling. "Y/N, it's fine. I'll just go buy another one", your lover says with a chuckle, pinching your cheeks when you continue to pout. "I'm serious, okay? Now stop pouting." You sigh, leaning your head on Bambam's shoulder apologetically. "I'm really sorry. I feel like a bitch.", you mumble, raising your head to look at your boyfriend when you feel him tense underneath you, the muscles in his shoulder seizing up. "Did you just curse?", Bambam says, his mouth round with surprise and brown eyes peering at you curiously. "Uh… I guess I did.", you answer, pretty confused yourself as you think back to what you said moments ago. You never curse, maintaining the 'good girl' reputation you have since you were born, but you were so upset with yourself you couldn't help but talk aggressively. Bambam stares at you for another second before whistling lowly, a dangerous smirk settling on his sharp features. "I have to admit it's pretty hot", he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and you feel your cheeks burn, pushing your boyfriend away lightly with the palms of your hands. "Shut up."

Yugyeom:

You sigh, staring at the lock screen of your phone with want. It was a picture of you and Yugyeom, one you took on a cold winter night, the two of you practically unrecognizable in thick fur coat and hats, but you can clearly see your red noses and twinkling eyes, your faces pressed close together as you smile at the camera, or maybe it's just your teeth chattering. You miss your boyfriend dearly, even more now that he's supposed to return from tour in a week. It should make it easier, knowing he'll be with you soon, but instead you keep anticipating the day it happens, which makes time move slower, you're sure. A knock on the door startles you, and you furrow your eyebrows before shutting your phone and getting up from the sofa slowly. You weren't expecting anyone, but maybe it's Y/F/N or just a neighbor wanting to borrow some sugar. You open the door, and time seems to stop when you see your boyfriend's happy grin, his eyes crinkled and brown hair messy, suitcase in hand and clothes wrinkled from the flight. "Yugyeom!", you manage to choke out before leaping at your lover, hands wrapping around his neck tightly and lean legs around his waist. "Aww, did you miss me, baby?", Yugyeom says jokingly, hugging you back just as tight, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head while the other supports your thighs. "You asshole, why didn't you tell me you'll be arriving today?", you say tearfully, drops of salty water dripping down your cheeks steadily, the happiness you feel overwhelming you. Yugyeom's smile widens even more at the sound of you cursing, knowing that it's a rare occurrence that only happens when you're very very happy. Yugyeom buries his head in your neck, closing his eyes with a sigh of content. "I missed you, too, sweetheart."

Jungkook as your boyfriend:

●     Y'all know Jungkook is MAJOR bf material

●     The cutest bean uwu

●     At the start of your relationship he was probably a bit awkward

●     The poor guy is so inexperienced he forgot what it's like talking to a girl who isn't doing his makeup lol

●     Is scared to do something you won't like so he's always really careful with his words and actions

●     Eventually he'll ease into it and become the shameless loving crackhead you know today

●     But sometimes he'll still get a little shy

●     Whenever he says something too cheesy or makes a cute mistake or you compliment him

●     Always has the cutest bunny smile during these moments

●     Always puts your needs before his own

●     If you're a foreigner, he'll spend hours learning your native language

●     Even though you know Korean and you have no problem communicating uwu

●     Makes sure you're eating well and sleeping enough

●     Even when he's on diets and sleeps two hours a day max :(

●     Always insists to help you even if you don't need it

●     "Y/N, let me help you"

●     "Babe, I'm combing my hair..?"

●     Is always ready to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are whenever you get insecure about your body and talents :'(

●     Is legitimately confused why you would ever be insecure in the first place

●     When he is insecure tho

●     You just tell him the harsh truth

●     That he's the world's cutest, most talented and golden bunny, and he's precious to ARMY and to his members uwu

●     Tells you he loves you at least a hundred times a day just to see you blush and avoid his eyes cutely

●     His favorite thing is making you laugh

●     Loves it when you make him laugh as well

●     He's an hilarious person so he doesn't have to try much to succeed

●     Loves to make funny faces at you during one of your fake-serious banters

●     You two have a shit ton of private jokes (wtf is funny about a plastic cup????)

●     You live on sending each other memes and stupid videos of people falling down stairs lmfao

●     You two are severe crackheads oof

●     It's very likely to find the two of you awake at 3 am having a dance party or karaoke after too much wine

●     Constantly having tickle fights, wrestling matches, pillow fights, what not

●     Do not forget that JK is a savage little shit

●     And that doesn't change because you are his girlfriend *sigh*

●     Teases you about everything and anything

●     Places things high up on purpose just so he can show up later with his chest puffed out and take it down for you with a smirk

●     "Did I hear a damsel in distress?"

●     But makes sure not to take it too far uwu

●     This kid is competitive af omg

●     A relationship with him means turning everything into some race or bet

●     "I bet I can finish this hot dog faster than you"

●     "Whoever brushes their teeth faster gets to shower first!"

●     You see this a lot when the two of you game as well

●     There is no way you can date Jeon Jungkook without playing Overwatch at least once lol

●     Video game tournaments

●     He wins most of the time but if he'll ever lose it's because he let you smh

●     Is competitive also when it comes to other people

●     Always has to prove to you that he's the best and that you made the right choice dating him

●     Like you would ever doubt that pffft

●     Whenever someone impresses you Jungkook would just jump out and be like

●     "That's pretty cool, but did you see the new move I learned?" *breaks neck*

●     Going to a fun fair would just be you going back home with a truckload of plushies from Jungkook winning in all the booths kfkfkd

●     Dates with him are so cute and fun

●     He loves taking you out sm

●     It doesn't matter if it's movie night, ramen dates, dinner dates, lunch dates, beach dates, amusement park dates, coffee dates, workout dates, study dates, ice-skating dates

●     Jungkook's inner child always comes out with you

●     Probably because he never really got the time to be a real child :(

●     You're the only person aside from his members and family who gets to see the real him

●     He's so whipped for you

●     Literal heart eyes

●     Can't stop staring at you with twinkling eyes and a wide bunny smile

●     When you catch him he'll look away and blush but he'll feel satisfied when he sees you blush as well uwu

●     He finds everything you do adorable and can't help but send you bashful laughs and affectionate gazes

●     even if he won't admit it kkk

●     Compliments you all the time

●     Compliments about your looks, your outfits, your smallest, most insignificant achievements uwu

●     Always notices the small things about you that no one else does

●     "Wow, Y/N, these new earrings look so good on you, babe"

●     Basically Jungkook loves to spoil you hehe

●     Buys you presents all the damn time

●     You don't encourage him to do so because you hate feeling like he's your sugar daddy or smth and you aren't with him from his money

●     But he just can't help it when he sees something he knows you'll like

●     Spends more time shopping for you than for himself

●     But it's all worth the gleam of excitement in your eyes when you see his presents

●     Even if you playfully slap him and pout

●     "I told you to stop wasting money on me!"

●     Also makes you his own personal presents uwu

●     Usually gives you them before he goes on tour to cheer you up

●     Anything from portraits of you he drew secretly, to paintings of beautiful landscapes, to songs he wrote for you, to a collage of pictures you took of you

●     Jungkook loves taking pictures and videos of you

●     Takes snaps of you secretly cause he knows you're shy uwu

●     His camera roll and gallery is entirely filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating, laughing, smiling, staring, talking, etc…

●     Plus cute selfies and candid shots of the two of you with huge grins and arms wrapped around each other

●     And memey selfies of the two of you that you would literally bury yourself if anyone would find lol

●     Also has little, random videos of you just scrolling on your phone or something

●     "Y/N, look at mee~~"

●     It's really hard when Jungkook leaves for tour for both of you

●     Late night video calls almost every day

●     Even when Kook is after a concert, with his eyelids sticking to each other like glue π-π

●     Calls you half asleep and the two of you just talk about meaningless stuff until one of you falls asleep uwu

●     Sends you snaps all day of him and the guys and everything they're doing

●     Does it so you'll see he's having fun and staying healthy

●     Wants you to do the same so you send him selfies of you and your boring university lifestyle

●     He insists that he finds it interesting and that he wants to see your face

●     "I can't be deprived of touching you and seeing you! It's too much."

●     Doesn't answer texts ever so you mostly communicate through phone/video calls and snaps/memes

●     When he comes back from tour you wait for him at the airport

●     His face lights up when he sees you and he smiles so wide π-π

●     No matter how exhausted he is he runs to you like a lighting bolt

●     Hugs you tightly and twirls you around while the other members watch fondly

●     One of the few times he'll agree to so much PDA

●     Usually he doesn't really like being too touchy in public

●     But he always holds your hand just to make sure you're next to him, safe and sound uwu

●     Brings you so much souvenirs from his trip abroad to make you feel like you were there with him

●     Snow globes, magnets, clothes, key chains, plushies…

●     All of it to remind you he thought about you every single day he was away

●     When you're together you're so domestic

●     If it's making food together, Jungkook teaching you BTS' newest choreo, working out, or even cleaning the house together

●     Nothing's boring with Jungkook

●     He's a whole different person when you're alone

●     Calls you sweet nicknames like "baby", "babe", "jagi", "princess" and "angel"

●     He's singing all day so it feels like your constantly stuck in "The Greatest Showman"

●     But you can't really complain cause Gukkie's sweet honey voice is your favourite thing to hear

●     Sometimes he'll talk to you in songs only to piss you off

●     But most of the time he'll sing to you when you can't sleep or when you feel sad or sick

●     He'll comb his hands through your hair gently while he sings to you softly *heart-attack*

●     Picks you up all the time

●     It might be because he loves to prove that he's strong enough to protect you and cherish you

●     But also because he loves hearing your shrieks of surprise and soft laughter

●     Piggybacks on the street, carrying you bridal style around the house, lifting you up like a baby in his arms when you playfully fight and twirling you around

●     Just all the time really

●     "Okay, okay, I'm sorry~~ Please let me down"

●     Because you live together when he's in Korea you're always stealing his clothes

●     He pretends to not like it and demands you to give it back to him

●     But if you're ever cold or in the need of some clothing he'll be the first to throw you his wardrobe

●     His slightly possessive nature feeds off seeing you all small and soft in his clothes

●     It probably turns him on tbh

●     Because of this he has a big thing for couple items as well

●     Whether it's outfits, phone cases, lockscreens, accessories, and eventually jewelry (like promise rings uwu)

●     Brags about you to the members 24/7

●     "Look at this picture I took of Y/N when she wasn't looking! Isn't she the prettiest?"

●     "Hyung, did you hear that Y/N was voted for best student in her class? Wah, I was really so impressed! She's a genius."

●     The members high-key tease him for it and say it's annoying

●     But they secretly think it's adorable how happy you make him and adore you so much for it fr

●     You getting along with the rest of the members so well makes Jungkook really happy

●     Even though he might get too protective sometimes

●     Gets jealous often and is horrible at hiding it despite not saying it directly smh

●     Watches from afar when you laugh at something Taehyung says, pinching his cheek lightly

●     His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tonguing his cheek like he always does when he's jealous

●     Eventually he has enough and comes over to you

●     Pecks your cheek or pulls you to sit in his lap and tells everyone about the date you have planned for tomorrow

●     "So, me and Y/N are planning to go to a picnic tomorrow at Han river…"

●     And you're trying so hard not to smile cause he's just being so obvious and you find it cute

●     A few time his jealousy leads to fights tho

●     Fighting with Jungkook in general is a rare occurrence

●     But when you do fight it can get pretty bad

●     Rather than shouting or losing his temper, Jungkook tends to shut himself off when the fight is serious

●     He stays quiet and talks only when it's necessary

●     "Whatever" "Do what you want"

●     It's mostly because he's afraid to say something he'll regret later

●     He'll probably leave the apartment and go to the gym/studio/dorm room to calm down and clear his head

●     Because both of you have big egos, it might take a few days to make up

●     If Jungkook's at fault, he will eventually swallow his pride and apologize to you

●     If it were the other way around tho

●     You're not going to hear a word from him until you admit you were at fault

●     No matter how much it'll hurt him to be away from you

●     Even after the fight is over it might take a little time for things to go back to how they were

●     Because Jungkook's pride and insecurities might get in the way of him approaching you

●     But with enough patience you'll be back to being the inseparable couple you were before

●     In case you think I forgot

●     Skinship is a must in your relationship

●     Jungkook loves to cuddle with you

●     He's always the big spoon, with his hands underneath your (his) shirt, just gently caressing the skin of your stomach and hips

●     Or with you laying on top of his chest, legs tangled together

●     A lot of times cuddling leads to heated make out sessions and even more

●     When he's troubled or exhausted he likes to nuzzle his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck and just breathe you in

●     Tight hugs when you see each other after a while with his hands pressing your face to his chest protectively

●     Back hugs are a must obviously

●     Creeps up behind you when you're working and scares the frick out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist

●     Loves forehead kisses because it's another opportunity to boast about how tall he is smh

●     Also cheek kisses, nose kisses, ear kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses and lip kisses ofc lol

●     Kisses you out of the blue and then pretends like nothing happened

●     "Sorry, I couldn't help it"

●     Lots of sweet, soft, loving kisses uwu

●     Has a thing for nibbling/biting you (mostly your earlobe/bottom lip/fingers)

●     Loves giving hickeys oml

●     It fits his possessive nature perfectly

●     The more people know you belong to him, the better

●     Loves when you sit in his lap skdjd

●     He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you closer so he can place his chin on your shoulder, occasionally leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders

●     Also into cuter things like poking your cheeks when you do something cute, ruffling your hair, tickling you and pinching your cheeks and bopping your nose.

●     When it comes to bed, Jungkook is definitely a dom

●     Just like he is on stage kdkck

●     Puts your pleasure before his own and makes sure you're a 10474859% with whatever he's doing beforehand

●     Sex after a fight or after he gets jealous and needs to remind himself you're only his

●     Dirty talk ahhhh

●     He can also be soft tho

●     Like when he's making love to you omg my hearteu

●     Whispering praises and sweet words in your ear

●     Staring into your eyes with his dark, intense ones

●     Moans alot and likes it when you do too

●     Occasionally he lets you have the upper hand

●     Doesn't spend too much time on aftercare because he wants to go back to holding you as quickly as possible

●     The two of you fall asleep naked with your bodies completely tangled together

●     Also likes showering with you

●     less in a sexual way and more as another opportunity to pamper you

●     Scrubs you carefully and puts shampoo for you

●     Uses soap foam to grow you a fake beard this boi srsly

●     Basically he loves you like no one else and you're destined to be

●     The best boi there is <3

ATEEZ when you have a nightmare:

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows when you shift in his arms again, burying your face in his neck and letting out a shaky exhale, your small arms tightening around his torso slightly. You've been rolling from side to side for the past half hour, and your observant boyfriend couldn't help but open his eyes when you let out a quiet whimper, his soft brown eyes scanning you with worry despite the sleepiness swirling in his irises. "Baby?", he shakes your shoulder gently, his voice soft and soothing as he watches the small pout decorating your pink lips, your eyes screwed shut tightly. "Seonghwa", you whisper, still asleep, and said man becomes more alert, eyes widening at the sound of your soft plea, pulling you even closer by your waist and holding you close, petting your dark hair as you cling to him, burying your fingernails in his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to mind, singing lullabies into your ear and rubbing your back until your nightmare passes and your breathing steadies. 

"This is how I feel about you twilight~"

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong wakes up to the sound of your soft crying, every trace of sleep disappearing from his eyes when he sees you laying on your back, warm tears sliding down the soft skin of your cheeks, your eyes shut and pitiful sobs escaping your full lips. He sits up immediately, his large hands reaching for your face, wiping the salty tears from your face with his calloused thumbs, before brushing your bangs away from your forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart. You're having a bad dream." Hongjoong keeps calling you, leaving sweet kisses on your forehead and eyelids until you open your eyes slowly, your boyfriend's heart breaking slightly at the sight of your glassy gaze, your eyelashes clumped and wet. You don't say anything, instead leaping at Hongjoong and wrapping your arms around his waist, and he sighs in relief, not bothering to ask you about the contents of your dream, afraid it'll only make you feel worse, instead talking to you mindlessly, telling you stories and tales until you fall asleep in his warm embrace.

"I'm right here, baby. I got you."

Yunho:

Yunho groans when he feels something pushing him, trying his best to fall back to sleep and ignore the consistent pushing at his shoulder. "Yunho", the soft whisper makes your boyfriend furrow his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you're doing awake at this hour, and another push at his broad chest makes Yunho blink blearily, his eyes slowly coming to focus on your face. It takes a few seconds for your lover to fully recognize you, but after he sees your wide, panic-filled eyes, your wobbly bottom lip and the tears staining your cheeks, he seems to sober up in seconds, sitting up quickly and cupping your face in his warm hands."Y/N , what happened?", he asks gently, looking at you with a worried expression, and you look down, feeling embarrassed at your childish behaviour. "I had a nightmare", you answer, playing with your fingers nervously, still not able to fully stop the frantic racing of your heart, and Yunho raises your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eye, his face filled with guilt. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I didn't wake up sooner", he apologizes, anger and frustration at himself tinging his voice, and he hugs you to him, whispering more apologizes and stroking your hair until you fall back asleep.

"I should've been there for you, but you're safe now, don't worry."

Yeosang:

Yeosang's eyes snap open at the sound of a distressed scream beside him, and he sits up quickly, turning to look at your hunched up figure, your knees pulled close to your chest and your eyes wide and teary, glistening in the dim light coming from the hallway. Putting two and two together, your boyfriend understands you had another nightmare, and pulls you closer to him, placing your shaking figure on his lap. "Hey, Y/N. Look at me.", he commands with a silky voice, raising your chin up to meet his soft brown eyes. His heart breaks a little when he sees your pained expression, but he stays calm, hugging you close to him and reminding you that you were fine, that nightmares aren't reality and it's just your mind playing tricks on you. He listens to your fast breathing steady slowly as he continues talking, a small smile spreading on his face when you let out a little snore, and he places you back on the bed, watching you for a few more minutes to make sure you won't wake up again, before lying next to you and closing his eyes as well, his hand wrapped around your slim waist protectively.

"Dreams aren't real, baby. But I am, and I'll protect you from anything."

San:

San twitches slightly when he feels the mattress shift underneath him, his hand unconsciously searching for the usual warmth beside him, only to be met with an empty pillow and a rumpled blanket. Opening his eyes, your boyfriend lifts his head tiredly, immediately noticing your petite figure sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed and head buried beneath your hands as you let out shaky breaths, your hair streaming down your back in messy waves, hiding your profile. "Hey, hey", San whispers, now wide-awake, and you jerk your head to look at him, your haunted expression making your boyfriend's eyes soften significantly as he crawls to you quickly, his hands reaching out to you. "Another bad dream?", he asks in his soothing voice, pulling you into a hug and petting your hair gently as you nod into his chest, letting your boyfriend's loving behaviour calm you down slowly. San already knows exactly what to do in these situations, getting up to give you a cup of water he always made sure was available on the drawer beside your bed, acting funny to make you smile so the dreams don't invade your mind, and in the end, after you finish the glass of water while San continues to pet your hair with supportive comments, he pulls you down into your regular cuddling position, with him spooning you from behind, pressing kisses to your shoulders and neck until your eyes close and you enter dreamland, the memory of San's soft smile and sparkly eyes etched in your mind.

"I'll beat all the monsters, princess, don't worry. They don't know I have a black belt in taekwondo."

Mingi:

Mingi enters his room slowly, taking off the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his skin tightly and running a hand through his damp hair as an exhausted sigh leaves his mouth. He'd been practicing Ateez's newest choreography all night, and the only thing he wants to do right now is dive into his comfortable mattress, pull you into his arms and sleep till the morning. After taking the quickest shower in his life, your boyfriend finally walks towards your king-sized bed, excitement thrumming through his veins as he watches your curled up figure, your small hands hugging one of the white pillows to your chest, like you always do when you miss him. But the sound of a broken sob stops him in place, his expression confused as he stares at you writhing on the bed, as if fighting off some invisible monster. Panic fills Mingo's chest as your cries become louder, and he speed-walks towards you, sitting by your side and rubbing your arms helplessly, trying to get you to calm down. "Y/N?", he calls your name as he continues to shake you gently, wiping the tears streaming down your face. "Y/N…" A surprised yelp leaves your lover's mouth when you spring to an upright position, your own scared scream leaving your mouth. Mingi freezes for a moment, letting his racing heart calm down as you slowly come back to reality, turning to look at your shook boyfriend. Not knowing what else to do, Mingi pulls you into a gentle hug, your head placed right over his heart, still beating quickly so you can hear the sound in your ear. "Sorry", you whisper after you calm down slightly, placing a soft kiss on Mingo's right shoulder, and he hums, tightening your hug and pulling the two of you down, and you fall asleep like that, limbs tangled and hands intertwined.

"Y/N, please wake up, you're having a bad dream."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung yawns, rolling to his side and burying his face in his soft, white pillow as he tries to block out the noises coming from beside him. 'Wait. Noises?', the thought that it's the middle of the night surfaces your boyfriend's bleary mind, and his eyes flutter open, turning his head slightly to look at your sleeping face. But it's not your usually peaceful face, instead, your eyes are shut tightly, creases covering your forehead and your eyebrows furrowed. Wooyoung stares at you for a few more seconds, wondering if he imagined the noises, before another gasp escapes your mouth, and Wooyoung gets up completely, not hesitating to shake you awake. "Y/N, angel, wake up.", he says firmly, watching with worried eyes as you cling to his embracing arms, fighting off your night terrors. Wooyoung keeps holding you, whispering into your ear that everything is going to be okay until your eyes open, revealing dilated pupils and tear-flooded eyes. Wooyoung sighs in relief, pulling you even closer and letting you sob into his chest until you calm down, raising your head to look at him. "Do you want to talk about it?", he asks, rubbing your nape soothingly, his warm eyes making your body go slack in his hold. You probably seem terrified, the idea of replaying the horrible nightmare making your eyes widen slightly, because Wooyoung kisses you lovingly, pressing his lips to yours until you close your eyes, melting once again in his hold. "Babe, you don't have to tell me, but the best way to deal with problems is sharing them with someone else", he mumbles, stroking your long hair away from your forehead. Maybe it's the care in Wooyoung's eyes, or the fact that you were so desperate to get rid of the stupid thoughts in your head, but you let out a shaky breath and tell your boyfriend everything, stopping every few minutes when your throat clogs up, Wooyoung squeezing your hand gently to bring your back to reality. When you finally finish talking, it's like a heavy weight falls from your shoulders, and something like peace fills you, another yawn escaping your full lips. "Go to sleep, baby", Wooyoung mumbles against your temple, and your eyes close before you can even respond, falling into a dreamless sleep.

"The nightmares will only haunt you if you let them, love."

Jongho:

Jongho's eyes open slowly when he feels a sweaty hand pull at his t-shirt, fisting the thin material tightly. The room is completely dark, so Jongho spends a few seconds staring at the ceiling and letting his eyes get used to the lack of light, before turning to look at you, taking in the sight of your damp skin and fluttering eyelids, like you were trying to wake up. Your boyfriend immediately understands what's happening, having dealt with your nightmares many times before, and gets up from the bed to take off all the blankets covering your petite body and making you sweat even more, tying your messy hair back, making sure not to jostle you too much as he does. When he's done, he goes back to bed to sit next to you, rubbing your back and sides while he sings to you softly, knowing his voice soothes you more than anything else, and watches with a soft smile and loving eyes as you slowly calm down, your quick breathing slowing down and your grip on the white mattress loosening as time passes by. When he's sure you fell back asleep, your boyfriend lets the tiredness consume him once again, lying back on the mattress with a stifled yawn, and pulls you closer to lie on his strong chest, your hands wrapping around his torso on instinct. He smiles sleepily at your clinginess and presses one last kiss to your hair before finally closing his eyes and letting himself fall into a deep sleep. 

"I'll protect you, Y/N. You have nothing to be afraid of."

BTS when you initiate skinship:

Seokjin:

Jin is cooking in the kitchen, stirring chopped onion on the frying pan and humming to himself quietly when you come behind him, wrapping your hands around his torso and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, you surprised me!", your boyfriend scolds you half-heartedly, jumping a bit in place from the surprise, and trying to hide his slight confusion that you were the one initiating the skinship.

Usually, you were the shyer one, hiding your face behind your hands whenever Seokjin compliments you or being too embarrassed to approach him when you want a kiss. But now you were high on the smell of the delicious food, and also felt slightly touch deprived since Jin was spending more and more time at the practice room, getting ready for his group's upcoming comeback.

"Sorry", you mumble carelessly, making your boyfriend roll his eyes at the indifferent tone you were using, but he can't help but feel immense happiness when you kiss his cheek again, your soft lips pressing to his smooth skin and your hands tightening around him slightly.

Not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jin turns around in your hold, not caring less about the now-golden onions in the pan, and wraps his own arms around your slim waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck gently, as you sway from side-to-side in comfortable silence.

“You smell good", he mumbles after a while, making you laugh, and you thread your fingers through his thick brown hair, feeling the shiny strands slip between your fingertips, before you respond teasingly: "So does the food, which will probably burn if you keep hugging me."

Yoongi:

You furrow your eyebrows when you see Yoongi making a face of discomfort, rubbing his shoulder once again as he shifts slightly on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

Your boyfriend's been looking bothered since you started your movie night nearly a quarter of an hour ago, and you can see he is trying to hide it from you as well, not saying anything or even moving too much so he won't attract your attention.

"Are you okay?", you ask after a moment of hesitation, picking the remote control to stop the movie and turning your body to face Yoongi, who's looking away from you, like he always does when he doesn't want to tell you the truth. "You look like you're in pain."

"I'm fine", your boyfriend runs a hand through his black hair nervously, trying unsuccessfully to hide another pained wince when he moves his hand too high. "My shoulder is just acting up again."

You curse yourself silently for not considering this option before. Yoongi recently had surgery on his right shoulder, and even though he already went through rehabilitation, his shoulder still hurt sometimes. It was completely normal, and it was only a matter of time until those feelings will disappear as well, but apparently it was bothering him more than he let on.

You bite your lip, staring at your boyfriend for a moment before you crawl towards him on the couch, smiling slightly at his confused face, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a cute frown as his dark eyes follow you curiously.

"What are you do-", you cut your boyfriend off before he can finish the question, slipping into the space between Yoongi's lean body and the grey couch, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the t-shirt clad skin before mumbling: "Relax."

You start to massage your lover's shoulders carefully, making sure not to press too hard on the sore muscles, letting your hands ease away the tension and pain held in between Yoongi's shoulder blades, your fingers flitting down to rub his back as well.

Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to, his body doing the talking for him as he relaxes in your hold, and when you peek at the side of his face, you can see the bright gummy smile you've learned to love, his cheeks blushing at the affectionate treatment he was getting.

Hoseok:

You snuggle under your furry white blanket even more, wiggling your toes as you try to get the cold out of your bones, your warm pyjamas and the humming air conditioner not doing much to warm you up, your body seeking a different kind of heat.

You sigh in relief when Hoseok finally exits the bathroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand, his soft brown falling carelessly over his forehead and wearing long blue silk pyjamas, the shiny fabric hugging his tall, lean frame perfectly.

"I'm so tired", he yawns, making his way towards his side of the bed, and you don't even wait for him to sit before you're pulling him down, earning a surprised yelp from your boyfriend at the unexpected action, his hands tightening around you automatically.

You sigh contentedly, burying your head in Hoseok's neck, the smell of his aftershave sending a warm shiver down your spine as you finally feel comfortable, the cold no longer bothering you, and you wrap your arms around the other's torso, throwing your leg over his body as you cling to his side shamelessly.

Your boyfriend's frozen body relaxes, and he lets out a happy laugh, pleased by your unexpected affection attack, used to him being the one to initiate skinship most of the time, and he wraps his own arms around you tightly, before turning his head towards you, sending you a bright smile.

"How are you so cute?!", he says excitedly, leaning down to leave kisses all over your face before you can even answer, his lips tickling your nose, eyelids, cheeks, repeatedly until you're squirming against him, your little giggles making his heart expand even more. "I love you so much."

Namjoon:

Sometimes you feel tired, like the world was physically weighing you down, even everyday life being too much to handle. Today was one of these days where you were just exhausted, more emotionally than anything else.

You let your head fall back on the sofa, stifling another yawn with the back of your hand as you scroll aimlessly through your Instagram, your eyes half closed, only opening here and there when a video of your boyfriend shows up in your timeline, making the softest of smiles creep up on your face.

Namjoon wasn't supposed to come home today, or at least you assume he won't, considering he's the leader of the biggest band in the world, who is having a comeback in less than a week. Still, a selfish part of you hopes he might show up, the need to hug him tightly and relieve the empty feeling inside you bigger than ever.

It's already late, and you get up from the couch, making way to your bedroom to wash up and get ready for bed, when there's a gentle knock on the door, your breath stopping before you even reach the handle, your hand twisting it on your own accord.

And there he is. With his caramel hair slicked back professionally, wearing blue jeans that accentuate his long legs and a beige button up, two dimples showing as he smiles at you softly, his brown eyes holding the entire universe.

You feel so happy you can't even breath, not even letting Namjoon enter the house before you're walking to him quickly, wrapping your arms around his broad torso and placing your ear on his chest, sighing in relief when you feel the steady beating of his heart in your ear.

Your boyfriend lets out an 'oof' when your body slams into his, but it only takes a second for his initial shock to wear off, and his arms come to wrap around your waist, warm and comforting, like a rainbow after a day of endless rain.

"Did you miss me?", he asks, his voice slightly teasing as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, rubbing your back soothingly, but when you raise your head from its place on your shoulder, you can clearly see the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, a wide smile making his eyes disappear into tiny crescents.

"So much", you admit, your own blush covering your cheeks when Namjoon's eyes widen momentarily at your unexpectedly straightforward answer, before his arms hold you even closer, making you feel more protected and loved than ever. "I missed you, too, love."

Jimin:

You're drinking your daily cup of coffee, the kitchen filled with the rich, thick smell of coffee beans, reading the newspaper you grabbed on your way back from work yesterday, when Jimin stumbles into the room, eyes still half-closed and steps unsteady.

Your boyfriend looks cutest in the mornings, and you feel your heart swell at the sight of Jimin, blonde hair uncombed and falling over his eyes messily, his face swollen from sleep, wearing an oversized gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, the sleeves of his shirt going past his hands and swallowing his lean frame completely.

"Goo' Morning", Jimin mutters, not noticing your heart eyes as he slips into the seat next to you, muffling another yawn in the palm of his hand, before placing his head on the cold surface of the table, clearly trying to wake up.

"Good morning, babe.", you mumble back, voice laced with fondness, and reach your hand out to pet Jimin's hair, your fingers brushing his scalp gently as you admire the softness of the golden strands, even after being dyed and colored countless times.

Your boyfriend tenses slightly under your searching hands, and you can hear his breath get stuck in his throat before he relaxes, letting his head fall to the side, revealing twinkling eyes and a content smile, still slightly sleepy.

"You're so adorable, Jiminie~~", you coo, managing to surprise yourself as well with how affectionate you're being, your usual shyness gone and replaced by a protective feeling at the softness of your boyfriend's mere presence.

Your boyfriend's cheeks burn bright red immediately, and he turns his head back down to the table, trying to hide his tomato face from you, but you can still see the sides of his cheeks, raised from how wide he is smiling, so he grabs the newspaper you were reading from its place on the table, using it to cover his face as you laugh, the affection attack quickly turning into a tug a war match as you try to reveal your giggling boyfriend's face, while he tries to keep it covered. "Yah, I was in the middle of reading that!"

Taehyung:

There's a gentle breeze streaming through the window, ruffling your dark hair gently and making you close your eyes, a sigh of content leaving your lips.

"The weather is amazing, isn't it?", your boyfriend asks, his deep voice penetrating the calming silence, and you hum in agreement before opening your eyes to look at Taehyung's figure in the driver's seat, his own satisfied smile gracing his full lips.

The two of you are on your way to Daegu, to visit Taehyung's family. It's not the first time you've done this, yet it still makes your heart flutter just how relaxed and happy Taehyung looks whenever he's on his way to meet his beloved parents and siblings, not a trace of anxiety or stress tainting his delicate features.

You let your eyes flit over Taehyung's profile, admiring the way his auburn hair brushes his forehead gently, fluttering slightly because of the wind coming through the window, the sharp slide of his jawline and the soft shape of his nose. It all just screams perfection, and you can't help but feel amazed by the fact that this man is yours.

Overwhelmed by your feelings for the other, you reach for Taehyung's hand, the one that wasn't placed on the steering wheel, and interlace your fingers, admiring the way his golden skin blends perfectly with your creamy one, before pressing a sweet kiss to the back of his hand.

Taehyung's eyes move to look at you for a second when you place your interlocked hands in your lap, your thumb tracing hearts all over your lover's hand, and you can see the big smile tracing his lips and pulling it into the familiar boxy shape you love so much, delight and surprise shining in his brown orbs.

Skinship was always a big part of you and Taehyung's relationship, he loved clinging to you, kissing you and initiating cuddles and hugs, and he loved it even more when you were the one to act all sticky and romantic, even if you were sometimes too shy to do so.

"You're so cute when you're affectionate.", Taehyung says randomly after a few more minutes of driving in peaceful silence, the only sound being the soft country music playing on the radio, and you roll your eyes with a smile, already expecting this sort of comment to come.

Jungkook:

You watch with awe as Jungkook jumps off the treadmill, his black hair stuck to his forehead like glue, sweat dripping down his forehead and jawline, the liquid beads shining under the florencent lights.

"You're seriously going to kill yourself one day", you say disapprovingly, crossing your arms over your chest when Jungkook comes towards you, grabbing the water bottle and the white towel behind you with a breathless laugh.

"I'm fine", your boyfriend says dismissively, ignoring your glare and downing down gulps of ice cold water, his adam's apple bobbing as the the bottle empties itself quickly, the plastic crinkling into his veiny hand.

You sigh when Jungkook gets down on the floor, starting his three minute timer before balancing himself on his forearms, ragged breaths leaving his mouth as his white tank top clings to his sweaty abs, his biceps bulging and the muscles of his back prominent.

You smirk when an idea enter your mind, and you get down on the floor, lying in front of your boyfriend so your head is right under his, giggling when a look of confusion crosses Jungkook's face, his dark eyebrows furrowing from surprise and exertion. "You should learn how to work out under distractions."

"Y/N, what-", you cut your boyfriend off with a kiss, tilting your head up to peck his lips gently, ignoring the sweat clinging to his skin before you press your lips together again, longer this time.

It's adorable how quickly Jungkook gets shy, a small smile setting on his lips when you detach from him, despite him trying to look somewhat annoyed at you for purposely interrupting him. "What are you doing? I'm so gross right now, ew."

"So maybe you should stop working out and take a shower, so we can kiss properly", you suggest with a shrug, leaning up to press another teasing kiss to your boyfriend's blushing cheeks, ignoring his grunts of protest when your lips tickle their way down to his chin and then up to his forehead.

"You're unbelievable", Jungkook manages to sigh, the words coming out of his mouth in breathless pants, and you laugh, adoring the way Jungkook's doe eyes automatically grows softer at the sound of your tinkling giggle. "I know, and you love me for it."