Got7 Reaction To You Swearing:

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."

BTS when they’re jealous:

Kim Seokjin:

You run a hand down the material of your dress, inspecting your reflection in the mirror of your bedroom with concentration.

You had to admit you looked good, despite not being one to ever be satisfied with how you look. The apricot colored satin skirt clung to your thighs just right, the matching black shoulder less crop top showing just a sliver of your tanned skin, and your hair is cascading down your back in dark waves, shining underneath the white lights of your bedroom.

Usually, you didn't dress like this for a club, but today your best friend was celebrating her birthday, and you felt the need to look nice for this occasion.

"Love, have you seen my-", the soft voice you knew all too well ceases abruptly, and you turn around to face your boyfriend who's standing in the entrance to your room, his eyes wide and mouth slack.

"You good, Jinnie?", You ask gently, your voice slightly amused when Jin gulps, eyeing your body nervously before looking away, a pink blush dusting his cheeks cutely.

"Uh, yeah. You're going to Y/B/F/N's birthday, right? Remind me who's going to attend, I forgot.", Jin asks in a casual tone, moving around the room in search of whatever he came looking for.

You smirk to yourself, not even bothering to mention that you never told Seokjin who was coming to the party, but you find it cute that he's getting jealous, considering he's a pretty chill boyfriend most of the time.

"It's just a few friends, not anything big", you say with a dismissive wave, biting your lip to keep from smiling when your lover raises his head from where it was stuck in your shared closet, a dissatisfied expression on his handsome face at the sound of your answer.

"Like, girl friends, or friends from the male kind?", Jin continues with his questions, and you choke slightly at his not-so subtle wording, unable to stop yourself from chuckling now, covering your gloss-covered lips with the back of your hand as you laugh.

"Mostly girl friends, but there might be a few males as well", you answer, still giggling as you stare at the black-haired man's growing pout.

Seokjin sighs at that, getting up from his crouching position on the furry carpet covering the floor of the room, and walks towards you with his arms crossed in front of his chest protectively.

"Just- Be careful, okay? Text me when you're there so I know you're fine.", Seokjin requests gently, his hands coming to your shoulders, squeezing them gently as he stares at you with a hopeful expression.

You feel yourself soften a bit at the worry in your boyfriend's eyes, bringing your own hands up to cup his cheeks gently. "You have nothing to worry about, Jin. The guys all know I'm in a relationship, and they would never make a move on me, okay? I'll be fine."

Jin nods, looking a bit more relieved as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, causing you to close your eyes as you stay there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of your boyfriend's plump lips against your skin.

"You're really cute when you're jealous", you say teasingly when Seokjin pulls back, wiggling your eyebrows when he rolls his eyes at you. "I should do this more often".

Seokjin shakes his head at your teasing, pretending to be serious when he glares at you playfully, "The cuteness wears off after the first time, so I wouldn't recommend it", he says seriously.

You laugh, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips, when your phone rings, causing you to lean back and look at the screen, where the name of one of your friends was written, signaling you he's here to pick up.

"I have to go", you mumble, kissing Jin's cheek sweetly before grabbing your black leather purse, and walking out the door with your boyfriend following you close behind, seeing you to the door.

"Have fun, sweetie, but not too much. And I love you!", Jin calls after you, causing you to snort and shake your head, turning around to wave one last time at your lover. "I love you, too."

Min Yoongi:

You're staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, when someone in front of you clears his throat rather loudly.

Raising your head up in confusion, you're met with unfamiliar brown eyes and a tuft of raven hair, attached to a tanned face with a blinding smile. You definitely didn't know the young man in front of you, and you can feel uneasiness seep through your bones when the other doesn't make any move to walk away from you, smiling even brighter towards you.

"Um, hello?", you say awkwardly, breaking the stifling silence with a hesitant greeting and a small smile, hoping the guy would say what he wanted to say and leave.

"Hello", the guy replies in a cheery voice, his own smile not disappearing for a second as he gestures towards the wooden chair in front of you, his aura screaming confidence. "Can I sit here?"

You're dumbfounded, staring at the other man with your mouth slightly open. You were still hoping you were wrong, but the growing fear inside of you is telling you that this guy is flirting with you, and the timing literally couldn't be worse.

You tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, like you always do when you're nervous, and feel your cheeks turn bright red when you drop your hands back to your lap, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly.

"Actually-", "I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are", the guy doesn't even wait for your reply, and you choke slightly at the blatant comment, the absurdity of the situation taking you off guard.

Sure, you've been flirted with before, but none of them were quite as confident and honest as this young man, standing in front of you nonchalantly with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark blue slacks, his brown shirt fitting the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop.

Who flirts with people at a coffee shop these days, anyway? You weren't even dressed that nicely, opting for a simple white shirt tucked into black skinny jeans, and an old denim jacket.

You don't want to do this, since this guy didn't look harmful in the least, despite having a self esteem high enough to reach the clouds, but you didn't really have a choice, since Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, probably still waiting for your coffee orders to come out.

“Listen, I'm really sorry, but I have a-", "Jagiya, what's going on?", you turn around with surprise and relief, letting out an almost inaudible sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, holding two large cups in his arms, his eyes calm but undeniably cold.

There's a blank look on Yoongi's pale face, the look that got you slightly intimidated before you started dating and understood Min Yoongi was a huge ball of fluff in disguise. It was here now, but it wasn't directed towards you, your boyfriend's dark eyes locked on the stranger by your table.

Yoongi's looking cute as always, in a black-and-white knit sweater and blue jeans ripped at the knees. His chestnut brown hair is falling over his forehead messily, reflecting the warm lights in the cafe, and his pink lips are set into a thin line as he places your beverages on the round wooden table in front of you.

But despite his adorable looks, there's nothing adorable in the way Suga slips into his seat in front of you, sipping his black coffee slowly before looking up at the shocked guy.

"Did you need something?", your lover asks offhandedly, turning to the young man, and his voice doesn't reveal any emotion, but you can see the way his hands tighten just slightly around his cup, his delicate hands clenching.

"Uh…", the younger man stutters, his eyes flying between the two of you for a few seconds before he bows lightly, "I was just leaving, actually", he says with an awkward smile, before turning around and walking out of the shop stiffly.

You can't help but laugh, amazed by your boyfriend, who managed to render the young man who was so shamelessly flirting with you a few moments ago, into a stuttering mess without even trying.

Yoongi doesn't even address the situation, simply going back to sipping his coffee, but you know he's still jealous because he's avoiding your eyes, looking outside the glass windows of the cafe instead.

"I was just going to tell him I have a boyfriend", you say honestly, staring at your boyfriend so he can see how genuine you were, "But he didn't let me say a word, and I didn't want to make a scene."

Yoongi finally raises his eyes to look at you, and there's hidden warmth in them, the kind that tells you he's not really mad, not at you anyway. "It's not your fault", he says simply.

You breathe out in relief, knowing how closed off Suga can be sometimes when he's jealous, and reach your hands forward to intertwine them with Yoongi's, admiring the contrast in your skin colors. "Thank you for saving me from that dude."

"It's nothing", your boyfriend shrugs, playing it cool, but he's clearly enjoying the affectionate gesture, his thumbs stroking your knuckles fondly, and his cheeks sporting a pretty blush, your favorite gummy smile coming to view when you say, "My hero."

Jung Hoseok:

Knocking on the wooden door of the practice room, you stick your phone in the back pocket of your ripped boyfriend jeans as you wait for your boyfriend to come open the door.

"Coming!", an unconscious smile surfaces your face at the sound of the cheery voice you love so much, and you wait impatiently as the door is being unlocked, feet tapping on the marble ground.

"Y/Nieee~~", Hoseok is leaping on you in a second, wrapping his strong arms around you tightly as he lifts you up and swings you around, not even letting you enter the room before initiating his enthusiastic greeting.

You can't help but laugh, wrapping your own thin arms around your lover's neck and clinging to him tightly, not minding the sweat dripping down his skin when you bury your face in his neck, inhaling the familiar smell of hard-work and dedication.

"Hey, baby", you mutter with a smile when J-hope finally lowers you down, pushing the other's wet black bangs from his eyes gently, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, which he responds to with an appreciating hum.

"I missed you so much, jagi.", J-hope mumbles, a pout on his full lips, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest, because despite your boyfriend's eyes that were always gleaming with happiness, you knew that every comeback took a heavy toll on him, even if he didn't show it.

"Me too, Hobi", you reply sincerely, thumbing at the creases between your lover's eyebrows in an attempt to soothe him. "I thought I'd come by today to say hi, we didn't spend time together in a while".

Your boyfriend nods in agreement, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes brighten and he grabs your shoulders tightly, pulling you closer to him. "How about we go on a date today? Grab some dinner or go to some bar in the city?"

Your heart clenches even more, because there's nothing that you wouldn't want more, nothing you wouldn't do to keep that bright smile on your boyfriend's face, but…

"I'm so sorry babe, I sort of already planned to go to dinner with Y/B/F/N… I didn't think you'd be free today because of the comeback", you say sorrowfully, feeling even worse when J-hope's excited grin disappears, replaced with a look of disappointment.

"Oh", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking away from you, a frown on his face, and you immediately know your boyfriend's jealous, capable of reading him like an open book after dating for so long.

Not hesitating for a second, you cup your boyfriend's soft cheeks gently, forcing him to look at you in the eye. "You know that I love you the most, right? And if Y/F/B/N didn't reserve spots already, I'd be cancelling in a second."

You're relieved to see J-hope's smile come back as he rubs your noses together softly, chuckling under his breath. "I love you too, jagi. It's okay, we can go get dinner tomorrow. Just the two of us.", He says with a determined expression, and you laugh, standing on your tiptoes to press kisses all over his face, your heart beating with overwhelming adoration. "Deal."

Kim Namjoon:

You shut the door after entering your apartment, hugging the black jacket hanging off your shoulders even tighter around your torso as you shiver uncontrollably, the chill outside still running through your bones.

"Joon, I'm home", you say into the empty living room, sighing in relief at the warmth of your home which was slowly, yet surely, melting your frozen limbs.

"Coming, babe", you hear your boyfriend say, then the sound of water shutting off, hinting he probably just got out of the shower, and then your boyfriend's exiting the hallway leading to your bedroom in all his wet glory.

Namjoon's dirty blonde hair is wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead like glue, and his soft brown eyes are twinkling at the sight of you, the air around you getting even hotter at the sight of the man you love so dearly. Your lover's chest is shirtless, his defined pecs and biceps shining with crystal clear drops of water, and his gray sweatpants sit low on his hips.

"Hey, love", the toothy grin on your boyfriend's mouth is adorable, to say the least, but you're slightly confused when the sweet smile changes into a confused frown, RM's dark eyes staring at a particular spot around your upper body.

You're confused, staring down at your clothes in search of a stain or a rip, anything that would justify the searching gaze in Namjoon's eyes, but your ripped black denim jeans and big white turtleneck look exactly the same since you left the house.

"Is that sweater yours?", Namjoon asks, his tone casual, but you can hear the slight urgency in his voice and, oh, everything makes sense now.

"Oh, actually... Y/F/N gave me it before we left because he thought it was gonna rain. I'll probably give it back to him tomorrow", you say carefully, already knowing Namjoon isn't liking the kind gesture from your male friend.

Namjoon nods absentmindedly at your answer, and you frown slightly before walking forward and cupping his warm cheeks in your hands. "There's nothing to be jealous of, he was just trying to take care of me."

Your boyfriend frowns even more at that, his strong hands coming to wrap around your waist at their own accord, pressing his forehead to yours. "I should be the only one taking care of you", he protests, his deep voice and sweet words sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"You take care of me the best", you promise with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss the frown of your boyfriend's lips, leaving gentle pecks against his mouth until he smiles with defeat, pulling you closer to kiss you properly, his mouth warm and soft against yours.

The innocent kiss turns rather heated rather quickly, and you let Namjoon take off the thick jacket hugging your body, throwing it to the side without care as you laugh at the obvious intent in his actions, the immature side of him surfacing, and it's rather cute. And hot.

"Let me take care of you, then", Namjoon mumbles as he pulls back slightly, one hand cupping your nape gently while the other strokes your ribs, and the hidden meaning in his words sends your heart into a frenzy, you can't help but pull him even closer to kiss him again, desperate and loving. "Okay."

Park Jimin:

You're running your hand through Jimin's hair, whose head is in your lap, his eyes almost half-closed already as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers against your scalp, soothing him to a peaceful slumber.

"Who are you talking to?", your boyfriend mumbles, his voice hoarse from lack of use and tiredness, and you almost don't hear him, looking away from your phone to Jimin's soft face, his eyes now more open as he stares at you expectantly.

"Huh?", you ask, slightly distracted when the device in your hand lets out another ping, signaling the arrival of a new message, and you can't help but smile at the sight of the text, writing back quickly before shutting off the screen and looking down at Jimin once more.

"What were you saying, baby?", you ask, brushing the older's black hair away from his forehead gently so you can see his eyes better, which are currently trained at you with curiosity, his full lips set into a small pout.

"I asked who you were texting", Jimin says with his soft voice, sighing contentedly when you rub the space between his eyebrows gently. "You've been messaging each other for the last half hour", his tone isn't accusing in any way, but the jealousy is evident, if the puppy eyes and pout weren't obvious enough.

"Oh, it's just some guy from high school. We saw each other today by chance and exchanged numbers, we want to do this huge reunion with the whole grade.", you explain, your smile growing at the face Jimin makes when he hears it's a guy.

"Can I see?", Jimin asks, pushing himself up to a sitting position and wrapping his arms around your shoulders loosely, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he peers down at your phone, his warm breath tickling the side of your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, but hand the phone over to Jimin anyway after muttering a fond 'brat', letting the older hold the device in his hands as he scrolls through the messages slowly, his eyes searching.

He sits there for a while, in his oversized white t-shirt and red sweats, his hair falling over his face messily after you played with it for so long, before finally raising his head to look at you worriedly. "Are you sure he's not flirting with you?"

You snort at that, shaking your head before snatching the phone away from Jimin. "Pretty sure, unless he's decided to give up on his wife and kid for a girl he hasn't seen in nearly eight years", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms when Jimin smiles sheepishly, not even trying to hide his relief at the news.

"Sorry, babe", he says with a wide grin, not sounding remotely sorry, and you huff, trying to hide your own smile when Jimin leaps at you, tugging you down and into his chest, his arms holding you close as he kisses your head sweetly. "But I can't help it. Can't have somebody steal my princess."

Kim Taehyung:

"Let's go there!", you say excitedly, pulling on Taehyung's arm which is locked with yours as you notice another clothing store you definitely have to check.

Your boyfriend doesn't resist at all, simply chuckling under his breath as you tug him through the crowd of people swarming the shopping center, and towards the fancy entrance to the store, where a nicely dressed bodyguard is standing.

The guard takes one look at you and Taehyung and lets you in, bowing his head slightly when your boyfriend enters, and you're once again thankful for Taehyung's well-kept looks that guarantee him an easy entrance almost anywhere.

Your boyfriend is dressed today rather casually, with a wine-colored button up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks, but he somehow managed to stay the center of attention, drawing everyone's eyes like a magnet.

You don't really mind, not when you are the one Taehyung's arm is wrapped around, the only one who he smiles at so brightly, his lips stretching into a boxy grin before pressing the softest of kisses to your nose.

You enter the small yet luxurious space, letting your boyfriend, a fashion enthusiastic himself, wander through the men section while you rush to the women section, carding through heaps of colorful clothes and taking out the ones that catch your eye.

Just as you take out a soft satin baby-blue dress, you turn around happily, dying to go over to Taehyung and show him the lot you found, and you crash into another body in your rush.

You can feel your cheeks burn bright red when you retract yourself from the body holding you loosely around the wrist, preventing your fall, and raise your head to apologise when-

"Y/N?", the shocked voice of the man is undeniably familiar, your head snapping up to look in the wide brown eyes of the guy in front of you, who breaks into a wide grin at the sight of you.

"Y/F/N?", you're just as shocked, you're own smile surfacing at the sight of your friend, who you haven't seen in several months after he moved from Seoul. "What are the chances?"

You were currently in Daegu with Taehyung, staying at his family home, and as far as you know, your guy friend lived all the way in Busan, so the chances of you meeting in the particular store are indeed very small.

Y/F/N shrugs carelessly, and pulls you in once again to hug you, your own arms coming up to pat him on the back lightly, enjoying the unexpected reunion with your long-time friend.

Just as you're about to pull away and continue asking Y/F/N about his business in Daegu, there's a confused voice behind you, the deep timber of it all too recognizable to you. "Y/N?"

You turn around, meeting the lost puppy glance of your lover, whose hands are filled with an assortment of outfits, each one stranger than the other, although you're sure he can pull all of them off easily.

"Tae!", you wave your boyfriend over, watching him trudge over reluctantly before saying, "This is Y/F/N. My friend from uni.", you explain, having told Taehyung plenty of times about Y/F/N, who you always got in trouble with at the university.

"Oh", Taehyung says simply, his eyes glittering with slight distaste as he hands over his arm to your friend, a fake smile on his face. Taehyung was a good actor, but not good enough to fool you.

You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung, squeezing them lightly to try to calm him down and also remind him to behave and not scare away your friend, who looked increasingly uncomfortable in the situation.

"What are you doing here, anyway?", you ask in hopes of easing the tension, referring to your friend, your own fake smile spread on your face, although you're sure it's not half as good as Taehyung's.

"Oh, I just came to buy a present for my boyfriend.", the dark-haired guy answers with a soft smile, "It's our two year anniversary tomorrow", he explains as you hum, enjoying the awkward noise Taehyung lets out from his spot beside you.

You can practically feel the embarrassment oozing off of Taehyung, and although you think he deserves it, you can't help but help your boyfriend out, nudging him gently with your shoulder. "Our anniversary is next month as well, right Tae?"

Taehyung nods so fast next to you, it's almost comical, and you put a hand over your mouth to try to conceal your laughter when Taehyung coughs loudly before saying, "Yeah, and congratulations man.", in a timid voice, his cold exterior gone entirely.

Your friend looks relieved, and a bit confused at the sudden change your boyfriend went through, but doesn't question it, instead smiling brightly towards the older, gesturing to the pile of clothes in his hands. "Maybe you should give me some advice on what to buy my boyfriend".

You can see Taehyung's eyes light up at the sound of the offer, and he's already whisking away your friend in a second, talking loudly about patterns and textures as Y/F/N listens intently, and you sigh in relief. They'll be best friends by the end of the day.

Jeon Jungkook:

"You should do it like this.", Taehyung explains once again, his tone slightly exasperated when takes your hand in his, placing it on black and white keys of the piano carefully.

"Sorry", you mumble sheepishly, sending your friend a small smile as he rolls his eyes playfully, tapping your back gently. "Scoot aside, I'll show you how it's done", he says with a jokingly prideful tone, sitting on the small black bench, his side pressed to you completely as he plays the keys gracefully, explaining the different sounds and purposes of the keys as you listen intently.

"Why didn't you ask me to teach you?", the voice comes from behind you, and you turn your head halfway, not surprised at all to see the maknae of BTS standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed and a small pout painting his lips.

His hair is still styled perfectly from the photoshoot, the thick layer of makeup making his skin seem terrifyingly white under the harsh lights, but he still looks gorgeous, the tight black turtleneck he's wearing accentuating his strong pecs and abs, the leather pants hugging his thick thighs perfectly.

You huff dramatically, meeting Jungkook's doe eyes with your own. "Maybe 'cause you were doing a photoshoot? Not to mention you don't know the first thing about playing a piano", you say sarcastically, but there's hidden fondness in your tone, all too used to Jungkook's jealousy after dating him for so long.

Taehyung laughs besides you, understanding the situation perfectly and standing up, brushing his black dress pants before ruffling your hair gently. "I got to head to the photoshoot. Catch you guys later.", he says simply, flicking Jungkook's chin with a chuckle before disappearing down the hall.

'How can someone look so manly and act like such a baby at the same time?', you wonder, unconsciously smiling at the sight of a frowning Jungkook, his arms crossed defiantly across his chest.

"Come here, Gukkie", you say gently, sending your lover your best puppy eyes as you pat the now empty spot next to you, watching with satisfaction when Jungkook hesitates for a mere second, before coming to sit next to you.

"You know that Taehyung is like a brother to me, right?", you say gently, kissing Jungkook's soft cheek just to see him blush cutely, before adding teasingly, "Who happens to be better than you at playing the piano".

As if waiting for you to challenge him, your boyfriend's soft eyes grow hard, jealousy and embarrassment long forgotten as he shoots you a confident smirk. "You're on.”

You end up making half of the staff run away at the inhumane noises you play on the piano, the whole room begging the two of you to stop, but when Jungkook laughs so hard tears come out of his eyes, his hands intertwining with yours as if on their own accord, and shooting a look so loving your heart feels like it's going to burst, you think it's worth it.

TXT when you’re sick:

Yeonjun:

"Hey, baby, I made you food." You blink slowly at the sound of your boyfriend's gentle voice before the sentence fully sinks in your mind and you furrow your eyebrows, sending your boyfriend a suspicious glance.

"You?", you ask, swallowing down the bile in your throat as you focus your bleary eyes on your sheepishly-smiling boyfriend, his pink hair falling over his eyes cutely and a plastic bag in his hand, the content hidden from your curious eyes. 

"Well, I ordered the takeout. And made the chamomile tea.", Yeonjun says with a shameless grin as you snort silently, watching as he walks towards you slowly, careful not to spill the steaming liquid held in his free hand, before placing everything on the small, round table in front of you triumphantly. 

You can't help but smile when you peek inside the bag, seeing your favorite sushi rolls from your favorite restaurant in Seoul, snuggly placed in a foam container. Too bad your stomach felt like it was melting into your ribs. 

"Thank you, baby.", you mumble, sending Yeonjun a grateful, albeit tired, smile, before sinking back into the couch, your limbs not able to hold you up for more than a few seconds without starting to tremble. 

"You have nothing to thank me for. I'm just making sure you don't die from starvation.", Yeonjun says sarcastically, sending you a blaming look before sitting next to you, pulling the fuzzy gray blanket tighter around your frail body. 

You try to roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatic antics, but a coughing fit overcomes you before you manage to say a word, forcing your body to hunch up, your boyfriend staring at you worriedly, rubbing your back soothingly with a warm hand until you calm down.

"Here, let me feed you.", Yeonjun says, the tone of his voice much softer now, all playfulness gone as his caring side becomes apparent. You nod weakly, knowing that no amount of arguing will get you away from eating this time, and let Yeonjun open the container of food, the sight of the colorful rolls managing to pique your interest slightly.

You feel so grateful for your boyfriend right now, your heart melting at the way he feeds you carefully, making sure to give you moderate bites and checking up on you every few minutes as the two of you watch a random drama playing on the TV. 

"I love you", you say, avoiding your boyfriend’s shining eyes with blushing cheeks, and he seems genuinely surprised for a second, knowing you're usually too shy to say these things out of the blue, before he smiles widely, his eyes loving and teasing as one when he says: "Are you talking to me or to the sushi?"

Soobin:

"Aish, I told you to take a coat yesterday.", Soobin sighs, shaking his minutely as he presses another wet towel to your forehead, his eyes big and worried despite the frustration lacing his voice.

You smile weakly, finding your boyfriend's attitude adorable like always, even when he was supposedly angry at you. Or more specifically, at your sickness. 

"It wasn't even that cold yesterday, Binnie.", you mumble, cuddling even more into the thick white blanket, and your boyfriend raises his head at your words, glaring at you cutely as if he couldn't believe the audacity you have to answer him. 

"Yet here you are.", he states dryly, crossing his arms at you, and you sigh, knowing there's no point in arguing with your boyfriend. The only reason he scolds you is because he hates it when you get sick, it makes him anxious and sad.

"Can we cuddle?", you ask timidly, raising your head to look at your lover, who's grabbing another blanket to cover your shaking body. It seems like even with the furry Minnie mouse pajamas, the two huge blankets covering you and the wool hat covering your head, you can’t stop the chill in your bones, goosebumps covering your pale skin.

Soobin's eyes soften immediately, the worried crease between his thick eyebrows fading slightly, and he smiles gently, adding the black blanket in his hands to the slowly growing pile on top of you, before nodding. "Of course, sweetie."

You scooch into the couch, leaving a rather wide space between the edge of the cushions and you, and Soobin doesn't hesitate to climb into the scorching heat, wrapping his arms around you tightly and tangling your legs together, his breath a warm wind against your cheek.

"Damn, it's like an air fryer in here", your boyfriend huffs, burying his nose in your hair, and you laugh, feeling your eyes flutter shut as you finally start to feel warm, your boyfriend's presence doing wonders, heating you from the inside, the love you feel for the blue-haired boy beside you making the cold disappear slowly, the only thing left the sound of Soobin's soft humming in your ear. "I want to be your nap so I can dream with you…"

Beomgyu:

"Why can't I come~~", Beomgyu whines, the huge pout on his lips the only thing you can see on your phone screen, and you sigh, shaking your head at your boyfriend's childish antics.

"Because I'm sick, Gyu. I don't want to pass it on to you.", you say carefully, talking to your boyfriend as if you were talking to a tantrum-throwing child, which he was, at least to you.

Your boyfriend clearly isn't satisfied by your answer, the frown on his face growing even more, and he backs away from the screen slightly, revealing his straight blonde bangs and dark eyebrows, furrowed over his big brown eyes.

He looks like a mad puppy, especially with the adorable blue-colored hoodie he was wearing, the sleeves falling past his fingertips, and the matching gray sweatpants, the loose material making him seem smaller than usual, despite him being much higher than you.

"Please? I promise I won't get close to you. We'll sit in different rooms if you want", your boyfriend says, throwing you his best puppy eyes, hands clasped in front of his chest tightly. 

You know you should say 'no', for the sake of Beomgyu, especially since the two of you know that there's no way you can stay away from each other, definitely not if you're literally in the same space. But you just can't get yourself to disappoint your loving boyfriend. 

You close your eyes momentarily, knowing you lost this game, before opening them to look at the boy on the screen, his eyes hopeful as he awaits your answer. 'Just this once', you think to yourself.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me after you catch some virus!", you say, trying to sound threatening, but you can't help but smile when Beomgyu cheers loudly, his fist pumping the air excitedly, before he sends you a kissy face, not even listening to you. "On my way!"

Later, when you and Beomgyu are cuddled on the couch, you can already envision him coming back to your apartment a few days later, whining about how he doesn't feel well, and you'll take care of him like always, never really able to hold anything against him. But now, in Beomgyu's warm embrace, his lips leaving small kisses along your shoulders, you can't help but feel content.

Taehyun:

You wake up to the sound of soft humming, a voice you know all too well singing softly beside you, your eyes fluttering open slightly at the beautiful sound.

Judging by the sunlight streaming through the window, it must be around noon, which means that you've been sleeping for more than twelve hours since you stumbled into your bedroom yesterday, after throwing up in the bathroom again.

You're still wearing the same red hoodie and black leggings you wore the night before, and you still feel horrible, your body begging you to go back to sleep and not move an inch from your place on the bed. Your dark is messy, falling over your eyes in small curls, and you feel pale, like the natural light in the room was streaming through you instead of on you.

"Good morning, love. Did I wake you up?", You sit up when you hear Taehyun's voice, closer than before, and then he's sitting next to you on the bed, one of his hands coming up to curl around your inner thigh, stroking the soft skin under his fingertips gently.

"Hmm", you stifle a yawn, not having the energy to get up and greet your boyfriend properly, but you manage to send him a weak smile, lifting your head to press a kiss to the strong arm beside you. "Sort of. But waking up to your singing is the best way to start the day, so no worries. When did you get here?"

Taehyun runs a hand through his maroon-colored hair, the gleaming strands falling over his face attractively, and even that simple action takes your breath away momentarily. "Yesterday. You were already passed out by the time I got here.", he says with a gentle smile. "How do you feel?"

You sigh, not wanting to worry Taehyun too much but also not wanting to lie to him. "Better than yesterday. But still not very good.", you admit, wincing when your stomach clenches painfully, as if someone punched you in the gut.

Your boyfriend stares at you for a second, his eyes attentive like always before he gets up abruptly, making you stare at him with confusion as he exits the room, immediately missing the warmth of skin against yours.

Taehyun comes back a few seconds later, carrying his favorite fuzzy blanket that you always steal when you sleep over at the dorm, a porcelain bowl filled to the brim with steaming soup, your favorite candy bar that he always carries with him 'just in case', and a small medicine bottle.

"Luckily for you, I came prepared.", he says with a victorious grin, sitting back next to you as you shake your head, baffled and touched simultaneously by your boyfriend's organized and responsible behavior. "You're unbelievable."

Heuning Kai:

"My head hurts~", tears prick at your eyes as you press a hand to your head, trying to make the throbbing pain in your skull disappear as your boyfriend looks at you with a pained expression, his mouth set in a pout as he watches you sniffle.

You aren't a crybaby at all, but you hate being sick, hate not having any control on your own body, so it's one of the rare times where you let the salty drops slide down your soft cheeks, the exhaustion and fatigue catching up on you.

"Oh, princess.", Kai says gently, moving forward to hug you in his arms, not caring less about getting sick himself as he presses gentle kisses to your shoulders and neck, his lips flitting over the exposed skin until you finally let out a quiet giggle, the light ministrations tickling you. 

You can practically hear the way your lover sighs in relief, his body sagging slightly more into the couch, more relaxed now that he managed to make you smile, and he pulls the blanket covering the two of you, wrapping it even tighter around you, until you look like two human burritos.

"What movie do you want to watch?", your boyfriend asks, looking down at you with those soft brown eyes, his black hair parted in the middle perfectly, the shiny locks framing the sharp angles of his face. 

"Something funny", you say, leaning your head on his shoulder tiredly, and he hums, flicking through the different movies until he finds one he likes, clicking on the remote with a satisfied 'ah!'.

The two of you start watching, your boyfriend making sure to keep his arms around you the whole time, leaving occasional kisses to your cheeks, his hands rubbing your hip-bones soothingly. 

He gets up in the middle to fetch you some snacks from the kitchen, making sure to get you your favorite kind of cookies before plopping back down on the sofa, gathering you in his arms immediately.

Heuning Kai always has the ability to make you laugh, loves seeing you happy and smiling more than anything else, and you know he's doing everything in his power to make you forget about the pain in your body, making funny comments about the plot and imitating different scenes with surprising talent. 

Nobody can really be sad next to Heuning Kai, and when you cuddle into your boyfriend even more, watching the ending credits roll on the screen absentmindedly, your eyes drooping as sleepiness fills your body, you can't help but feel lighter, like some of the sickness in your body disappeared thanks to the ray of sunshine beside you, and you leave a gentle kiss to his shoulder. "Thank you."

Stray Kids when you fall asleep on them:

Bang Chan:

It'll take some time for this oblivious cutie to notice that you dozed off while quietly playing 'Candy Crush' on your phone beside him. You initially came to give your boyfriend some moral support, knowing how hard it is to work on song writing so late at night. But apparently, it was hard for you too, and your boyfriend can't help but laugh with surprise when he hears a soft snore from under him, looking down to meet your peacefully sleeping face, your eyelashes fluttering over your high cheekbones and your pink lips parted slightly as you let out small puffs of warm air. Chris will have a mental breakdown, seeing you with your head on his shoulder, looking so soft and baby-like. He'll resist the urge to scream and jump around, not wanting to wake you up, but he can't keep the smile off his face as he continues to work, looking down every few seconds to stare at you again fondly and make sure you're comfortable, whispering to himself 'how adorable' every now and then. He'll try to finish whatever work he has left as quickly as possible, wanting to take you back home where you can finally sleep like you deserve, but he can't deny that your presence beside him calms him down, making the late-night job seem much more appealing.

"Aww, she fell asleep, how adorable I-"

Lee Know:

It was really late at night when you came to visit your boyfriend at the practice room, so you were already stifling yawns behind your hand by the time Minho finished going through the first choreography. The second your boyfriend takes a break, falling against the squeaky clean mirrors covering the walls tiredly, you're scooching closer to him, leaning your head against his bare, sweaty shoulder carelessly as you let your eyes shut slowly, while Minho scrolls through his phone, looking for a second song to practice. When you shift against him slightly, he turns down to look towards you, ready to throw a snarky comment, only to smile fondly when he is met with the sight of your closed eyes, and steadily moving chest. Minho will shake his head with amusement, mumbling to himself about how he knew this will happen and scolding your sleeping figure, but he doesn't deny that he likes the feeling of you against him, even if his whole body is sore and hot from dancing. He'll snap a few selfies of you for blackmail later on, because he can't be too sweet lmao, and then just spend a few more minutes admiring your calm, almost childish features. Sighing to himself as he stares at the watch against the wall of the practice room, Minho understands he needs to get back to work if he wants to finish before midnight, and he picks you up bridal style, shushing you gently when you stir in his arms, before placing you on the leather sofa at the edge of the room, making sure you can't fall off before going back to practice, thoughts of you filling his mind and giving him new energy.

"Aish, I knew this would happen. This sleepyhead, seriously."

Changbin:

Changbin will low-key be shocked when he asks you a question and you don't answer, only to look down and realize you were sleeping soundly, head on his chest and arms curled tightly around his torso. The two of you were watching a movie that you've been wanting to see for a while, but you got drowsy sooner than expected due to the darkness and your boyfriend's body heat warming you up. Changbin will feel his cheeks heat up when he sees how peacefully you're resting against him, as if you feel utterly protected and cared for in his strong hold, and he'll smile to himself shyly, leaning down to give you a light kiss on your nose, being careful not to wake you up. After that he'll forget the movie completely, instead choosing to lean his head on top of yours carefully, letting his own eyes close as he wraps the thin blanket tighter around the two of you. He'll want to move to the bed, knowing that this position can't possibly be good for your backs, but his heart won't let him wake you up just yet, instead promising to himself that he'll just take a five minute nap. Of course, the two of you wake up the next morning with aching limbs and stiff muscles, but seeing your blushing cheeks and content smile, Changbin can't really get himself to regret anything.

"I shouldn't sleep here... I'll just close my eyes for a second."

Hyunjin:

You're reading a book, your head placed securely in Hyunjin's lap, when you start to feel your eyelids grow heavy, sleepiness overcoming you slowly. You can't really be blamed though, the calming sound of your boyfriend practicing his lines from Stray Kid's newest song under his breath, along with the steady hum of the heater, giving the room the perfect atmosphere for a long nap. It only takes a few seconds for Hyunjin to realize that you fell asleep, thanks to your adorable tendencies to mumble incoherent sentences when sleeping. The blond haired boy freezes in his place, the hand that was slowly carding through your thick locks momentarily stopping its steady movement. Hyunjin breathes slowly through his mouth as he stares at your peaceful face, the sound of his heart beat ringing in his ear as he takes some time to admire you, loving the fact that he can see you like this, in your most natural state. After he overcomes his flustered shock, he reluctantly decides to wake you up, thinking that your health and comfort is (unfortunately) more important than his own enjoyment. He'll gently shake you awake, smiling down at you softly when you open your big eyes to look at him, and help you walk to your bedroom and get into the bed, not hesitating to jump into the space beside you the second you open your arms, motioning him over.

"Jagi, wake up~ Let's take you to bed, sleepyhead."

Han:

Han is playing video games with you sitting in his lap, back to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, holding the remote control, when you shift in his hold, turning so you're chest to chest, and place you head on his shoulder, letting your eyes shut as you absentmindedly listen to Han's quiet yells of victory and defeat. It's only after Han finishes his game, turning to you to boast about his win, that he's met with your closed eyes and slightly open mouth, little snores escaping it every now and then. Han can't help but squeal at the adorable sight, slapping a hand over his mouth to shut himself up when you shift slightly in his arms at the shrill sound, and he smiles widely, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He'll literally be so happy, he won't be able to fall asleep or even look away from your face, instead snuggling even closer to you and interlocking your fingers, deciding to wait until you wake up. He won't be able to stop himself from leaving kisses all over your baby face either, wincing every now and then when you stir a bit from the touch of his lips, and he'll snap a few pictures of you, adding them to his secret album, filled to the brim with pictures he took of you unknowingly, and smile at you fondly, unable to stop the stupidly wide grin pulling at his lips.

"I wish you were awake so I could tell you how cute you are~"

Felix:

You were in the back of the car, taking you back to Stray Kid's dorm after their concert that you attended. All of the members were in the car, either dozing off or on their phones, and the small space was filled with a vast feeling of content exhaustion and wordless happiness after another successful day. Felix and you were at the back of the car, sitting beside each other, your head leaning on your boyfriend's strong shoulder as you stared out the window, watching trees and buildings whir by. Felix was on his phone, scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and watching videos from the concert with a small smile, his face still covered with a thin layer of sweat from preforming. It's when Felix turns down to look at you, wanting to ask you if you were coming to sleep at the dorm, that he sees you're already fast asleep, feeling rather tired after cheering for your boyfriend and friends for the past three hours. Your boyfriend will chuckle lowly, unable to stop the giddiness filling his veins at the sight of your calm features and small pout as you slept, and he'll quickly alert the members, smiling his sunshine smile as he points to you, the other members giggling softly at the sight of your slumbering figure. After that, Felix will make sure to take a load of pictures, wanting to show you how cute you looked tomorrow, and then he'll lean his head on your own, letting his own eyes close as he relaxes in the warmth of your body, falling asleep as well.

"Guys, look how cute Y/N looks!"

Seungmin:

Seungmin was shopping for clothes online when you crawled over to him on the bed, already dressed in your pyjamas, your hair pulled into a messy bun and your eyes dull with sleepiness. Your boyfriend doesn't react much when you wriggle your way into his lap, simply patting your head wordlessly before continuing to scroll though the website, letting you do your thing, shifting a bit in Seungmin's lap before leaning back on his chest, watching with droopy eyes as your boyfriend clicks through different garments, occasionally putting them in his basket as he hums a Day6 song under his breath. Seungmin is about to scold you when your head tips back too much, blocking his eyesight, but he stops abruptly when he understands you're asleep, your eyes shut and face buried in the crook of his neck. Seungmin wouldn't know what to do, choosing to freeze and not move a muscle in fear of waking you up accidentally. He'll stay completely still, his only reaction the steadily growing blush on his cheeks, and will hesitantly brush away the strands of dark hair covering your eyes before retracting his hand quickly. Despite his rather cold reaction, Seungmin's thoughts will be whirling as he starts down at you fondly, and he can't help but think that he's the luckiest guy on the planet.

'How is she so pretty when sleeping?'

I.N.:

It's late at night and you're at the dorm, sitting on the couch with the members of Stray Kids, in your usual spot beside Jeongin, your thighs slightly brushing as the whole group talks animatedly, not minding the time. You're enjoying this time with your friends of course, but you're also really tired after a busy day at school, so you can't help but lean a bit more on your oblivious boyfriend, scooting closer into his side as sleep overcomes you slowly. Jeongin would turn to look at you immediately when he feels your head fall on his shoulder, thinking you got hurt or something, only to be met with your sleeping face. He'll turn red in the face, looking away from you and trying to play it cool in front of the hyungs, but he's freaking out internally, wondering if he should wake you up or not, or if he should hold your hand and leave a kiss on your cheek because you're just looking so squishy wrapped up in his embrace uwu. Before he can decide though, his hyungs quickly notice the situation, and go on to tease their lovable maknae as expected, causing the pretty blush on his cheeks to burn even brighter as he laughs, unable to stop smiling despite knowing the older members will never let this go.

"She must've been really tired..."

BTS when you act cute:

Kim Seokjin:

Although you and Jin might seem like a very elegant, collected couple on the outside, the people who knew you understood that you were nothing short of two crackheads just waiting for the right time to go crazy.

You cackle loudly, clutching your stomach when Seokjin nearly slips on the wet floor, his silver silk slippers making skidding sounds on the light marble tiles.

Your boyfriend shrieks, grabbing the counter of the kitchen to steady himself as you continue to laugh, tears springing in your eyes at the chaotic situation you were in.

Jin was wearing a gray robe, now covered with wet patches, with the initials of his name, KS, stitched into the front of the robe in white. His black hair was wet from the random water-fight the two of you had started while washing the dishes, the jet black strands sticking to his forehead like a curtain, and drops of water were clinging to him, glistening like crystals against the fair skin.

You were wet as well, covered with bubbles from the soap the two of you were using, and your dark hair was pulled into a messy bun. Your wine colored satin shorts and sleeveless top were damp as well, PJ's Jin had gifted to you, but you couldn't care less right now.

Wheezing, you topple over to your boyfriend, gathering some more bubbles from the overflowing sink, the dishes completely invisible by now, covered with a mass of sparkly fuzz, and cover Jin's chin, making it look like he grew a curly beard.

The sight only makes you laugh even harder, especially seeing your boyfriend's unimpressed look, and you throw your head back, giggling to yourself.

Jin lets you add some more bubbles to his nose, a small smile growing on his face when you laugh every few seconds, clearly amused by your childish behaviour.

"Aish, you're such a baby", he mumbles, but his eyes are fond when he wipes the soap off his face, "Look what a mess you made", he scolds, gesturing to the water on the floor, the unwashed dishes, and the soap covering every surface close by.

"I'm sorry", you pout, but your eyes are glistening with mischief, enjoying the game you made out of the annoying chore, even if it's going to be a bitch to clean.

Jin rolls his eyes, not buying your fake antics at all, but he can't stop himself from smiling, reaching out to boop your soap covered nose. "You're lucky you're cute, Kim Y/N".

Min Yoongi:

Min Yoongi was a savage person, and unfortunately, dating him didn't give you an exception.

You were currently at the practice room, where your boyfriend was practicing the choreo for BTS' newest song. It always amazes you how they manage to top themselves every comeback, the dances only getting more and more difficult.

You lean against the white wall of the room, watching as Suga stood in front of the mirror covering the wall, his expression serious as he tried to fix his mistakes.

He looks annoyingly cute, like he always does, with his striped black and white t-shirt and his simple black slacks, his black sneakers making squeaking sounds against the polished floor as he repeats the moves over and over again.

His black hair, falling loosely over his forehead, moves to the beat of the song, his dark eyes focused like a predator on his prey, piercing his reflection on the wide mirror.

"Can I join you?", you ask timidly when Yoongi stops to take a gulp of water, wiping the sweat dripping down his chin with the back of his hand as he downs the water down, still trying to regain his breath.

Your boyfriend raises a dark eyebrow, a small smile forming on his face when you get up, pulling slightly on your ripped jeans. "Are you sure?", he asks, a teasing tilt to his voice when you walk towards him.

"Why not?", you ask, crossing your arms in front of your chest, a habit whenever you get defensive, and you can't help but pout when your boyfriend's smile grows even more, almost sinister looking.

"I just don't want to have to carry you to the apartment after you sprain your leg or something", your boyfriend says nonchalantly, watching with amusement when your mouth drops at his blatant response.

"Yah!", you say angrily, walking away from Suga when he starts laughing evily, his gummy smile on full power and his eyes squinted while you huff, not enjoying the roasts being directed towards you.

"I'm just kidding, baby", Yoongi says, walking towards you and placing a warm kiss on your head as an apology, his eyes still glittering with humor. "I can't help it, you're so cute when you're mad".

Jung Hoseok:

You don't really know how Hoseok managed to convince you to sleep over yet again, but apparently no matter how much time you've been together, your boyfriend's cursed puppy eyes and whining still works like a charm.

"Hobi, I need clothes", you shout to your lover from your spot on the comfortable couch, too tired to get up and fetch it yourself from J-hope's closet.

"'Kay, I'm bringing you", your boyfriend shouts back, while you start taking off your current clothes, peeling the tight faded jeans off your body and tight black tank top, throwing both of them to the side.

You shiver slightly when the cold air hits your bare skin, cuddling yourself and wrapping the thick fur blanket a bit closer to your body as you wait for your boyfriend to come back.

"Here you go-", your boyfriend says cheerfully, entering the living room before stopping mid-sentence, his eyes widening before a smile forms on his lips at the sight of your clothless body.

He looks ready to sleep, his black hair tied in a small ponytail, wearing blue flannel pyjamas and soft cotton slippers. His face is covered with a thin white layer of face cream, and he's holding a small bundle in his arms.

"Huh, you're really tired, aren't you?", He says with a giggle, looking amused when you yawn, your eyes watering from the force of it, too tired to even respond.

Your boyfriend keeps giggling, walking over to you with a smile, the chosen clothes in his hands, and taking the blanket off of you gently, his smile growing at the sound of your whines of protest.

"Let me help you, baby", J-hope says softly, helping you stand up from the couch and then pulling the dark blue hoodie over your head carefully, taking your hair out from where it's stuck inside the shirt.

The hoodie is huge on you, obviously, going past your mid-thigh, and it makes J-hope laugh even more, throwing the gray sweatpants in his hands to the side. "I guess we won't be needing this anymore", he says jokingly, leaning forward to peck your lips.

"You're so cute, Y/N, and so small", Hoseok says when he leans back, his eyes sparkling with love, and he leans forward to pick you in his arms easily, starting to walk towards the bedroom slowly, pressing another kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to close. "Let's get you to sleep, baby."

Kim Namjoon:

You groan when you miss the peanut butter again, jumping helplessly in the air as you glare at the small plastic jar of the brown spreading, which seems to be laughing silently at your failures.

You were hungry and in desperate need of a late night snack, and it shouldn't be so hard to put some freaking peanut butter on a piece of bread, yet here you are.

Any other time, you would call Namjoon, your boyfriend, to help you, but he was working right now in his mini studio in your shared apartment, finishing some last minute writing, and you didn't want to disturb him because of peanut butter.

Although, you have to admit that this was technically your boyfriend's fault, who was always forgetting how much taller he is than you. You were positive he was the one who placed the peanut butter on the top shelf, since it was not you for sure.

Just as you are about to take one of the leather chairs in the kitchen, you hear an amused voice behind you. "Need some help?"

You turn around, meeting RM's twinkling brown eyes. His brown hair is messy, like it always is after hours of work, falling over his forehead cutely. He's wearing a simple purple shirt and matching checkered purple-black pants, and he's barefoot, explaining why you didn't hear him at all.

You sigh, wondering once again why the hell were you born to the two shortest parents around, before nodding dejectedly, "Yes, please".

Your boyfriend laughs, walking towards where you were standing and plucking the spread off the shelf easily, handing it over to you with a fond smile.

"Thank you", you mumble, still a bit pissed at your height, and Namjoon continues to smile sweetly, leaning against the counter with a hum. "Of course".

"What?", you ask after a few moments, Namjoon's gaze burning holes in the side of your face as you make yourself a sandwich, covering the peanut butter covered bread with another piece before turning to face your lover.

"Nothing", Namjoon shrugs, reaching forward to open the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water. "I just came to drink. And also I was thinking about how I should put things high up more often".

You stare at your boyfriend in confusion, your eyebrows knitted as you watch him drink his water, the muscles of his arms flexing when he raises the cup to his mouth. "Why the hell would you do that?"

Your boyfriend chuckles and steps forward, winding his arms around your waist and leaning down to leave a wet, cold, peck on your mouth. "Because you're cute".

Park Jimin:

You were in Jimin's arms, cuddling close to him under the covers of your twin bed, your legs tangled with his and your foreheads pressed together.

You liked being like this, liked the warmth radiating from your boyfriend's body in waves as you hugged, breathing in the smell of pine wood and flowers coming from him.

Jimin's hair brushes yours, the blonde locks mixing beautifully with your dark ones, and you open your eyes to look at him, his own eyes closed gently, the lines of his face relaxed, a slight pout on his pink plump lips.

"Jimin", you mumble, craving the others touch, and you gasp slightly when your lover opens his soft brown eyes, smiling at you gently. "Yes, baby?"

You hesitate for a second, feeling embarrassed for being so desperate to touch the other, to feel his lips on yours, and you look down, your eyes flitting to Jimin's black t-shirt.

"Y/N?", Jimin's fingers wrap around your chin, lifting your head up to look into his soft, slightly worried eyes. "What is it?", He asks, his voice careful as he scans you for any discomfort.

"Can you kiss me?", You blurt out, feeling a blush cover your cheeks, coloring them bright red, and you avoid Jimin's eyes again, only to have the older tug you even closer to him, so you won't be able to avoid him, a wide smile on his face.

"Y/N, you are my girlfriend, you shouldn't be embarrassed to ask me to kiss you", Jimin says, a smile still smeared all over his face, his eyes turning into crescents when you whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jimin grabs you, easily pulling you out of your hiding spot before attaching his lips to yours quickly, a sigh escaping the two of you when your lips finally meet, warm and loving.

Jimin's hand goes to run through your hair, tugging it to pull you even closer, his other hand sliding up your thin white shirt to touch your burning skin as you continue to kiss, Jimin pulling away to whisper against your already swollen lips, "You're adorable, princess."

Kim Taehyung:

You're playing with Yeontan, rolling on the fuzzy cream colored carpet on the floor while the small dog prances on you, licking you enthusiastically as you giggle, laughter being ripped out of your mouth.

You just got back home from your work at one of the business companies in Seoul, and your boyfriend's dog missed you much more than you thought.

You are still in your work clothes, a white lace top tucked into beige dress pants, matched with nude heels, lying on the floor as the crazy pomeranian attacks you with kisses.

You stop laughing when you hear the shutter of the camera, and you turn your head to see your boyfriend, Taehyung, standing at the entrance to the living room, a small smile on his face.

He's wearing a dark green sweatshirt, his long legs tucked into his brown slacks and his black hair falling over his forehead, looking extremely soft under the soft light of the chandelier hanging above you. He's holding his camera, looking at the picture he just took, before raising his head to look at you.

"Hey, babe", you get up from the ground, momentarily leaving the excited dog to greet your boyfriend, pressing your lips to his when you reach him, your arms wrapping around his strong torso.

Tae hums against your lips, one of his hands grabbing your waist on its own accord as he hugs you to him, letting you sneak a glance to the camera in his other hand.

"It's a cute picture", you admit, admiring the large smile your boyfriend had caught you in, the way you can practically see the excitement in Yeontan's body, who was caught mid-jump, even the sunlight streaming through the window, catching on the dog's golden fur and your dark hair.

Taehyung smiles, enamored by the picture himself, and leans forward to kiss your hair sweetly. "It includes the two cutest people, so what did you expect?"

Jeon Jungkook:

Your eyes are squinted, breathing ragged as you move the controller in your hand, dodging another zombie who was about to eat your liver.

Jungkook's video games were hard, and beating his high score was nearly impossible, but you had to do it. For the sake of your dignity.

"Baby, do you want water? You look like you need it.", Jungkook's soft, amused voice next to you. You can feel him looking at the side of your face, but you don't give in to the temptation to look back, keeping your gaze locked on the flat screen in front of you.

You ignore your boyfriend, shooting another zombie square in the gut before continuing to run towards the destination, only for a zombie to jump at you from the bushes, killing you and startling you enough to make you let out a shriek, the small black controller falling from your hand to the soft leather sofa.

You huff in defeat, cursing under your breath when the best score remains Jungkook's, your current score only a few points under him, and pick up the remote again.

"You're really cute when you're competitive, did you know?", You finally turn to look at Jungkook, who's eyes are soft like melted chocolate when he looks at you, despite the teasing tone he's speaking with.

Jungkook is dressed for light night gaming, just like you, the two of you sporting oversized black t-shirts and matching sweatpants, yours gray while Jungkook's is black. Your boyfriend's dark brown hair is pulled into a tight man bun, courtesy of you, and he's got his own remote in his hand, although he isn't using it.

"You mean I'm cute when I'm losing", you say with annoyance, glaring at your boyfriend before turning back to the TV, pulling your hair into a ponytail to avoid any disturbances while you try to ignore Jungkook's growing bunny smile next to you.

"See? Adorable", Jungkook says matter of factly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek tenderly while you blush, hoping your boyfriend can't see it in the dim light of the TV. "Whatever."

BTS when they say ‘I Love You’:

Kim Seokjin:

Since you started dating, your boyfriend had probably spent countless hours of your time together making you food.

Seokjin was always in the kitchen, making you your favorite dishes when you were in your period, comfort food when you were sad, and just food in general.

You had no complaints, obviously, but you still wished you could someday cook Jin something he deserved, and not a burnt egg or something like that.

And now was the perfect time. Because it was your half-year anniversary today, and also your first date with Jin after weeks of him promoting BTS' new hit single: Dynamite.

You were feeling determined today, the need to satisfy you and your boyfriend's appetite, hopefully without burning down the kitchen and adding another funny memory to Jin's growing list.

You tie your hair into a ponytail, making sure none of the long strands somehow manage to escape into the food, and wash your hands for the hundredth time, staring at the lit up screen of your phone with concentration.

The recipe was pretty simple, you suppose. It had a lot of ingredients for sure, which caused you a small heart-attack when you first read it, but there weren't too many instructions.

You've watched Jin make Naengmyeon countless times, considering it was one of his favorite foods, and you've even helped him a few times (usually it was just Jin sending you to bring things from the refrigerator to make you feel hopeful).

'Just do as the recipe says', you think to yourself, before starting the TV and switching the channel to one of the many music channels available.

Jin was supposed to be home around nine, which meant you had plenty of time to get the food ready, clean the house and set up the romantic setting for your date.

You dance around the kitchen as you prepare the dish, bobbing your head to some unknown ballad playing on the TV, and follow the steps written on your phone.

After two hours of running around the kitchen, you collapse against the marble of your kitchen counter, letting your head fall and rest against the cold surface.

The kitchen looks like hell, the counter entirely covered with scraps of vegetables and powder from the various spices you used. The floor is covered with sparkling grains of sugar, a result of you running frantically to the other side of the kitchen with an open sack of sugar in your hands.

You look pretty bad as well, your simple gray cotton shorts covered with soy sauce, the top of your black t-shirt littered with grains of salt. Your hair was barely restrained, long strands framing the side of your face, sticking to your skin thanks to the heat in the kitchen.

But none of that matters, not when there is a small pot filled to the brim with Mul Naengmyeon, the perfect amount for two people, almost identical to Jin's, but still somehow your own.

* It's after another four hours of cleaning the house, organizing it, and getting ready yourself, that everything is finally ready.

You tug nervously at the hem of your sleeveless peach midi dress, still not used to wearing clothes this tight, but Jimin had assured you Jin will love this dress and the nude lace up heels you matched it with.

Your apartment is also unbelievably organized, the air around you smelling like roses and homemade food, the floor and the kitchen spotless, even the pillows on the couch set in place carefully.

It was currently 8:45, so Jin was supposed to be here any minute now. The thought was so distracting you couldn't even get yourself to pick up your phone, staring at the oak door of your apartment instead.

Despite anticipating his arrival, you can't help but jump slightly when the knock on the door finally comes, clearing your throat as you get up from the couch.

"Who is it?", you ask as you approach the door, a smile making its way to your face when you open it, to be met with the smiling face of your boyfriend.

Jin looks handsome, wearing a crisp white shirt tucked into black dress pants, matched with bluish-black blazer. His hair, almost long enough to reach his shoulders, is pushed away from his forehead, showing off his sharp eyebrows and endless dark eyes.

"You look handsome", you say honestly, blushing slightly and averting your eyes from Jin's striking black ones, who smirks slightly at your embarrassment.

"I know", he responds, just as honestly as you, and you snort, shaking your head when your boyfriend leans in and pecks your lips sweetly, his warm hand cupping your cheek before pulling back.

"You look amazing, too, though.", Jin says with a grin, pushing your hair behind your ear, "That dress is gorgeous. And your face is not bad, either.", he adds, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Why, thank you, my dear boyfriend", you say sarcastically, leading Jin into the house, your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

Before your boyfriend can answer, probably another funny comment that'll lead to more bickering, you hear his breath get caught in his throat.

"Wow", pride fills you when you hear Jin's admiring voice, and you shoot him a glance, smiling when you see his wide eyes and open mouth.

You had set up the table perfectly, with a clean white tablecloth, shiny silverware, wine glasses and silk napkins included, and a bottle of your best wine.

"Wait for it", you say to your boyfriend mischievously, seating him down in one of the leather chairs standing by the table, before rushing to the kitchen, your heels making tapping sounds against the parquet floor.

You bring the pot of cold noodles back with you, enjoying Jin's face of shock at the sight of his all time favorite meal.

"I made it myself", you say, not even trying to hide the pride lacing your voice, and Jin stares at you with disbelief, shaking his head.

"This is… This is so…", you giggle when Jin stumbles over his words, a bit taken a back yourself by how much your boyfriend liked the surprise.

But you didn't expect Seokjin to stand up from his chair, winding his arms around and causing you to let out a shriek of surprise as he hugs you to him, pressing kisses all over your face, your eyes, lips, cheeks, forehead, just anywhere he can reach.

"I love you", he whispers when he finally pulls back, his hands still resting on your waist, thumbs stroking your hipbones and his forehead pressed against yours.

You feel your heart burst, and you smile so hard you're pretty sure you might rip your face, before you surge forward, kissing Seokjin again, so deep it makes both of you dizzy, gasping for air when you finally pull away.

"I love you, too", you smile, your nose brushing Jin's ever so gently when he chuckles, the vibration echoing against your conjoined chests.

"This will be really awkward if the food isn't tasty, though.", You say suddenly, and Jin laughs even harder, hugging you tighter to his chest.

Min Yoongi:

Dealing with depression was something you suffered from your whole life, since sixth grade. Insecurities that eventually formed into anxiety and led to sleepless nights and pillows wet from your tears.

Since you started dating Yoongi seven months ago, your mental state improved drastically. As someone who suffered from depression himself, Suga seemed to understand you without a hint of judgement, and his soft words helped you greatly when it came to your self-esteem.

Still, there were episodes. Times when the darkness came crawling back to you, swallowing you whole and blocking every piece of light trying to penetrate it. Even your favorite gummy smile and shiny eyes.

You tuck the blanket around you even tighter, bending your legs so you're curled up, hearing the beating of your own heart against your ears.

The humming of the air conditioner in the room is a constant sound in your ear by now, and you wonder how much time you've been hiding in the safe confines of your queen sized bed.

It feels like years, but maybe it's just because you miss your boyfriend so much. You haven't told Yoongi anything about your current 'episode', so he probably assumes you're working like any other day.

A knock on the door jerks you awake from your dreamlike state, and you stare at the exit to your room, the open hallway taunting you silently.

You stare at the door, shocked and slightly fearful. Nobody was supposed to come to your apartment, at least no one that you know of.

Sitting up in your bed, you throw the blanket off your body, hesitation filling you. The room reeks of misery, the blinds on the windows drawn down so no light streams through the glass, the only light coming from the flat TV leaning against the wall, airing some action movie you didn't recognize.

You frown when the knocking against your door continues without a break. Whoever this is, he definitely wasn't giving up, and it was pissing you off.

After a few more seconds, you give in, mumbling profanities under your breath, and get up from your bed, your sock-clad feet silent against the parqeut floor of your apartment.

You pad out of the room, entering the hallway slowly, and feel your heart clench painfully in your chest at the sight of your reflection in the mirrors hanging on the wall.

You look horrible, considering you haven't left your bedroom for two days, not even to eat or take a shower. Your hair is messy, dark curls framing your face in random directions. Your eyes are outlined with dark circles, so deep they look imprinted in your face, and they're bloodshot and red from hours of crying.

You look thin, thinner than usual, your cheeks almost disappearing and the bones in your face popping out. The black trainers and the loose white tank top you're wearing hang on your body loosely, and the smell clinging to you isn't great, either.

You walk to the door slowly, where the knocking still hasn't stopped, and curse yourself once again for not having an eyehole installed in the door, something incredibly useful in moments like this.

"Who is it?", You ask, wincing at the sound of your own voice. Your throat is sore after not using it for so long, and there is sorrow outlining every word coming out of your mouth, like each word is weighing you down.

"It's me, Y/N. Open the door.", The voice on the other side is one you immediately know, a voice that only brings back good memories, of gentle laughter and soft music and kisses that melt away your pain like hot water, but you still step away from the door, feeling panic spread through your chest. He can't see you like this. No way.

"Go away, Yoongi. Please.", you whisper, hugging yourself until you can feel your rapid breathing, like a balloon about to pop.

"I just came to give you something.", Suga says, voice calm and steady, but you can hear the familiar tone, the one that told you that there is no way he'll leave before he sees you. "Come on. I'll leave right after if you want."

You breath slowly, feeling tears rise in your eyes. You knew you can't get rid of Yoongi, and that was a quality you always loved and appreciated, his power of will, but now it seemed to be coming back to bite you in the ass.

After another moment of silence, you unlock the door slowly, hearing the click of the lock opening before twisting the doorknob carefully, and opening the door slightly.

Yoongi looks like home, even when you're in your apartment. His soft black hair you love to run your finger through, his dark eyes you could spend hours looking at, the fair skin that seemed to glow even during the darkest nights, the smile you knew was saved for you, even if it was currently filled with worry.

He's wearing simple blue basketball shorts, and a loose black tee, the huge ones he has millions of in his closet, and his white sneakers are tapping against each other nervously as he sees you.

"Hey", he whispers softly, careful not to scare you. "Can I come in?", His eyes are studying you, watching your every move when you nod silently after thinking for a while, opening the door slowly.

Yoongi makes his way into your apartment, and after you close the door behind him he reaches forward to hand you something you didn't notice he was holding.

It was one of your sweaters, a huge purple one with the words 'angel' on it in big white block letters, the kind of sweater you continually forget at Suga's apartment when you come over.

"I came to your work to give it you, but apparently you didn't come for the last two days.", your boyfriend explains himself quickly as you take the sweater from his hands, and you feel warmth fill you up when he you notice his voice isn't filled with the slightest bit of anger that you didn't bother to tell him you weren't going to work this week, like any good girlfriend would do.

"Thank you" , you whisper, biting your lip when a silence fills the air around the two of you, and you wonder how could you be such a horrible person, a selfish girlfriend, who hides from her own boyfriend and forces him sick with worry.

You don't deserve Yoongi, he's so understanding and kind-hearted despite your disgusting attitude. But he'll probably break up with you soon, honestly, how much can a person suffer from this sort of relationship? He's probably looking for the right time to tell you-

"Hey.", There are warm hands cupping your face, and then a face in front of yours, bending slightly to look straight into your eyes. "I can hear you thinking, and I know you're blaming yourself again."

You shake your head, refusing to meet your boyfriend's eyes, and feel your own fill up with tears. This might be the last time he'll hold you like this…

"Y/N, please look at me.", Yoongi's voice again, his thumbs brushing away the hot tears streaming down your cheeks, his voice soft yet persistent.

You meet his eyes, his dark brown orbs locking you in place, his face faded away because of the tears blocking your eyesight.

"Stop. Please stop. I won't ever leave you.", his voice is sincere, his expression pained, and he seems to hesitate for a second before he looks at you once again with determination. "I love you."

Your heart stops, you believe, and you can't even find it in yourself to push him away, too dazed to even react to what your boyfriend just said.

He seems to notice as well, because he smiles, almost with amusement, before pulling you into his arms and pressing a warm kiss to your temple, so soft it hurts. "I love you", he whispers once again, lips brushing against your ear, and you can't help but tighten your arms around him as you finally let your body relax, melting into his arms like ice-cream in the sun.

You're too emotional, too fragile, to respond just yet, but when your tears start falling down again, wetting the junction between Yoongi's shoulder and neck, it's for an entirely different reason. And judging by the way Yoongi hugs you just a bit stronger, arms secure and safe around your waist, you think he knows.

Jung Hoseok:

Waiting at your empty apartment gave you too much room to think. Too much space to let your feelings control you, to let your thoughts wander.

Hoseok was coming back to Seoul today after being on tour for five months. Getting ripped away from your boyfriend for such a long time, only three months after you started dating, was everything but easy.

The fear your idol boyfriend will find someone else, someone better, on his trip around the world, was constant, along with the worry for his health and well-being.

But now he was coming back home, to you, after months of face-timing each other and sending longing texts, and you couldn't be happier.

You stare at your phone screen, trying to distract yourself until you'll hear the anticipated knock on the door, but it's useless.

Looking around, you bite your lip, wondering if the ramen you bought from your favorite restaurant downtown was a good idea, or if Hobi will be too tired from the flight, and will go to sleep immediately.

Before you can regret anything, a knock on the door makes you jump in place, and you place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat too loudly, racing against the palm of your hand.

"Coming!", you practically leap to the door, your slipper-clad feet almost slipping against the marble floor of your apartment, and unlock the door quickly, not even bothering to check who it is.

And there he is, in all his glory. Brown hair, just on the border between super hot and messy. Ripped skinny jeans with a white golf shirt and a knee-long brown coat. Tired eyes covered with gold spectacles, and a huge smile, the kind that no amount of exhaustion can wipe.

"Y/Nieee~~", your boyfriend squeals, practically leaping towards you, leaving his beige bag on the top of the stairs without a second thought as he wraps his arms around you tightly, lifting you up from the ground as if you were a leaf and not a grown woman.

You laugh gleefully, unable to quiet down your own excitement as the sight of your boyfriend's happiness, and wrap your own arms around J-hope's neck, burying your nose in his shoulder and breathing in the smell of his cologne.

The two of you don't seem to care at all that you're standing two metres from your apartment, in the hallway of your building, hugging each other and laughing like maniacs, and that's exactly what you like about being with Hope. You just don't care.

Hoseok lowers you down to the floor slowly, until your feet are standing on the sturdy ground once again, but his arms stay wrapped around you tightly, hugging your waist as if he's afraid to let go. You stay like that, swaying from side to side.

"I missed you so much", you whisper, the sudden emotions making you pull back from your boyfriend and cup his cheeks with your hands, staring into the chocolate brown orbs you love so much.

Your boyfriend smiles and leans forward to close the gap between your lips, the shape of his smile imprinted against your own, and you sigh when you feel his soft lips against your own, something akin to relief flooding through your body.

It's soft, almost careful, when J-hope pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your jaw, tilting your head to the side to kiss you even better.

When he pulls back, there's this unreadable expression on his face, the kind that tells you he's hiding something, but before you can ask what it is, your lover's already saying: "I love you".

Hoseok looks fearful for a moment, his hand twitching restlessly on your waist as he looks at your speechless face, and he quickly adds: "You don't have to say it back right now though. I just wanted you to know, I couldn't stop thinking about it during the tour-"

You kiss J-hope again, smashing your lips on his, the other letting out a surprised noise in the back of his throat at the sudden action, but he responds nevertheless, kissing back just as eagerly, his lips opening up to yours eagerly.

He still looks a little nervous though, even when you pull away, lips shining red and spit-slick, so you giggle, pressing another kiss to his nose because he's too cute to handle.

"I love you, too, dummy", you say, so happy you feel breathless. "I love you so so much."

You shriek when J-hope's confused expression turns into a grin, and he pulls you forward once again, pressing kisses all over your face until you have tears in your eyes from laughing too hard, almost falling backwards. But Hoseok won't let you fall, you know. You're not scared anymore.

Kim Namjoon:

Walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's studio, you start to wonder if this was a good idea. Namjoon didn't really like people interrupting him when he was working, preferring to work two days in a row, without going back home or even eating properly. It's just the type of guy he is.

'Joon needs this.', you remind yourself, 'Even if he thinks he's fine, he definitely needs a break. You're his girlfriend, it's your job to take care of him'.

That was true. You were Namjoon's girlfriend, even if you've been dating for a mere four months, and you were still in that point in your relationship where you didn't feel entirely comfortable showing up at his work without announcement, let alone an invitation.

But you knew that, with all his intelligence and fame, RM was really just a big clumsy baby, who needed to be fed and pampered, even if he won't ever admit it.

Tightening your hold against the bag in your hands, hugged securely to your chest, you increase your pace to Namjoon's room, your black boots making soft tapping sounds against the carpeted floor of the building.

Rkive, written in big black letters with a cute drawing of a house around it on the simple oak door, announces you that you have reached your destination.

You hesitate only for a second before knocking on the door lightly, your hands immediately falling down to fiddle with the hem of your blue wool sweater nervously as you wait for a response.

There's a short 'coming!', and then the door is opening smoothly, and the surprised face of your boyfriend appears instead.

His soft auburn hair is slightly tussled, brushed away from his eyes with what seemed to be the work of his own hands, probably a result of hours of brainstorming. His brown eyes are wide behind square black spectacles, perched on the edge of his nose, terrifyingly close to falling off. There's a beginning of a mustache starting to form above the full lips you loved to kiss so much, also a result of hours of working non-stop.

Namjoon's outfit is, as always, classy and simple. A plain white shirt, tight enough to showcase his strong pecs and biceps, tucked into brown dress pants, which boasted seemingly endless legs, and topped with fashionable olive green sneakers.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?", Namjoon looks shocked, but thankfully not angry or upset, and moves aside to let you in after a quick peck to your cheek, a wide smile on his face, his deep dimple popping out.

You feel a bit shy, despite hoping for this type of reaction, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you shift on your feet, looking at the ground sheepishly.

"I bought you something to eat", you explain, sitting on the simple black leather couch the Rkive had to offer, as hand over the bag of food to RM, who opens it with curiosity.

"What-", Namjoon's expression of confusion changes into one of happiness and shock at the sight of the food you gave him, and he takes out the carefully packed boxes of food from the bag, looking at you with admiration.

"How'd you know my favorite foods?", He asks, eyes looking at you so fondly you can't help but look down once again to your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

"I may have asked Taehyung oppa", you admit, feeling a bit creepy for going that far to buy Korean knife noodles and some bulgogi for your boyfriend. "I just haven't seen you for a few days, and I was worried that you aren't eating well, too busy with your music like you always are".

You gasp slightly when you feel gentle fingers grasp your chin, pulling it up so you're eye to eye with Namjoon, who has a soft smile on his lips, so loving it hurts in your chest.

"Thank you.", Namjoon whispers, so close you can count the eyelashes surrounding his dark orbs. "This means so much, Y/N".

And then he's pulling in, his lips warm against yours, like spring after months of winter, and you can't help but close your eyes, basking in the heat that is your boyfriend.

"I love you", Namjoon utters quietly when he pulls back, and off a second it feels like the warmth turned into a bonfire with the other's words, like you're a supernova seconds from blowing up.

You hug the male in front of you tightly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulder and pulling him closer till you can smell the scent of pine woods and springs of fresh water and lemons.

"I love you, too".

Park Jimin:

You hum to yourself, brushing your teeth as quickly and cleanly as you can manage. Your reflection in the mirror in front of you looks too happy for this hour in the night, but you couldn't help it.

You smile to yourself, watching the girl in the mirror with the blushing cheeks and messy bun do the same. There's toothpaste foam dripping down your chin, a result of you opening your mouth while brushing your teeth, but you couldn't care less.

Rinsing your mouth, you tuck a loose curl behind your hair and tug on your Minnie Mouse pajamas, fixing the shorts on your hips and straightening out the red shirt on your chest.

When you think you look acceptable enough, you unlock the door of the bathroom, trying to control the smile threatening to erupt on your face once again as you exit the small room that leads to your bedroom, where your boyfriend is waiting for you.

It's not the first time Jimin slept over since you started dating five months ago, but it's been a while, since your boyfriend had been really busy with BTS' recent comeback and his schedule was always packed.

"Come on, baby, I'm tired", you barely make it into the room and Jimin's already whining, and you can't help but grin at his babyish behavior, walking to the bed where your lover is already lying down, scrolling on his phone.

He's sprawled all over your king bed, his dirty blonde hair spread around his face like the halo of an angel. The blue and white checkered pajamas he's wearing are adorable, especially teamed up with his droopy eyelids and pouty lips, begging to be kissed.

"Okay, okay", you giggle, practically leaping into the bed and wrapping your arms around Jimin tightly, placing your head on his chest, so you can hear the beating of his heart against your ear.

"There's my cuddly baby", Jimin mumbles, leaning over to kiss your temple, once, twice, three times, and you laugh, wiggling on top of him so you're tangled even more together, your hearts beating together.

Even though Jimin said he wanted to go to sleep, you end up talking for another hour and half, just about everything and nothing, sharing sweet kisses in between, and you think how comfortable it is like this, how much you wish to stay awake, even though your eyes are almost half closed by now.

And in that vulnerability, when everything is just so soft and so comfortable, you find yourself drawing patterns over Jimin's chest, stifling another yawn in the soft cotton of his shirt as you say, "I'm so proud of you, Jiminie. You've been incredible this comeback, and I feel like I didn't tell you enough how amazing you are for your hard work and passion".

The hand stroking your hair gently freezes, and you have to admit that you're also surprised by your mini speech, but you take it in a stride. After all, you were just saying the truth.

After a second of silence, you raise your head up, wanting to check the reason your boyfriend was so quiet, but your breath gets caught in your throat when you find soft, full lips pressing against yours tenderly, your hands tangling in Jimin's silky strands of hair on their own accord.

When your boyfriend pulls away, you can see his eyes are slightly glassy, but he's smiling, that heart-shaped smile you adore so much.

"I love you", he whispers, so softly you think you might have imagined it, but Jimin's eyes hold so much sincerity you know you heard correctly.

You gasp, hands still tangled in Jimin's hair, tugging on it just slightly in hopes of keeping yourself grounded, and stare at Jimin's eyes, unable to move your gaze from what you now know is love.

You don't even hesitate before brushing Jimin's hair away from his eyes and leaning down to peck him on the mouth, loving the sweet taste of his lips. "I love you more".

Kim Taehyung:

It was a rainy day. The kind of day you stay at home, preferably with a cup of hot chocolate and a very furry blanket, curled up on the sofa and watching the sparks in the fireplace.

And that was what you were planning to do. Even better than that, you were planning to do just that with your boyfriend.

Taehyung exited the kitchen, holding in his hands two mugs of what you knew was your favorite hot chocolate, made from real cocoa powder and topped with soft marshmallows and whipped cream.

Taehyung looks beautiful, especially in the soft light of your reading lamp, his oak brown hair falling on his forehead messily, showing off his dark eyebrows and his sharp eyes.

He's wearing one of his hoodies, the kind you'll only find in his closet, maroon red with a painting of one of his favorite artists on the front. His oversized black pants and matching wool slippers match the weather outside, and you can't help but smile when he approaches you slowly, careful not to spill the hot beverages in his hands.

Your boyfriend smiles back at you, placing the hot chocolate on the smooth wooden table in front of you before sitting down next to you, kissing your lips quickly.

You smile against Tae's lips, and then lean forward to snuggle against him, tucking your face in the warm space between his neck and shoulder.

You stay like that, Taehyung's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer until you're practically in his lap, legs thrown over his and a large wool blanket wrapped around your bodies.

"We should go outside.", Taehyung says after a few minutes of silence, and you raise your head from his chest, where you were reading a novel you borrowed from the library last week.

You shoot your boyfriend an incredulous look, making sure he wasn't joking. You were used to Taehyung making all kinds of weird suggestions since you got together eight months ago, and you adored his special way of thinking, but this still surprised you.

"Tae, it's raining", you say, pointing out the obvious as you gesture towards the window, which was already covered completely with little translucent drops of water.

"So what?", Your boyfriend shrugs carelessly, an excited gleam in his chocolate eyes. "It's not cold even", he says with a pleading tone, a pout growing on his lips.

Unfortunately, you could never say no to your boyfriend's big puppy eyes and pouty lips, especially when he was so close to you, close enough to count all the sparks in his eyes.

"I'm so gonna regret this", you sigh after another second of staring at each other, but you can't help but smile when Tae breaks into a huge boxy grin, practically reaching from ear to ear.

"Come on!", Taehyung grabs your arm, intertwining your fingers tightly as he grabs a nearby jacket, slinging the thick leather over your shoulders before unlocking the door, laughing gleefully at the sound of the rain hitting the walls of your building.

The both of you basically race down the stairs of your building, ignoring the judgmental look of the clerk sitting behind the desk in the lobby, and open the doors, yelling out happily when you feel the water dripping down you steadily as you enter the parking lot of your building.

You shriek when Taehyung starts to run after you, the rain wetting his hair and making it stick to his forehead in dark strands, almost covering his eyes entirely and making him look almost scary when he lunges towards you, feet hitting the asphalt and making drops of water fly around.

You run, your black boots drowning in small puddles of water as you try to escape Taehyung's outstretched arms, but he catches you soon enough, grabbing you from behind and wrapping his arms around you lower stomach tightly, lifting you in the air.

You laugh loudly when he spins you around in the rain, your own hair in wet clumps against your face, but you couldn't care less, hearing Taehyung's own deep laughter by your ear.

When he lowers you down, something softens in the atmosphere around you, and you find yourself in Taehyung's arms once again, your own hands placed on his shoulders as you sway from side to side slowly, dancing to the music of an imaginary song.

Looking in Taehyung's eyes, you think you're the happiest you've ever been, even if you're completely soaked, and even a bit cold. And judging by the look in Tae's eyes, he feels the same.

"Y/N…", Taehyung's expression is hesitant when he pulls you even closer, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your hair.

Noticing the slight fear tinging his voice, you cup your boyfriend's cheek gently, slightly worried by the sudden change of his mood. "What is it?"

"I just…", another pause, and then Taehyung's looking at you once again, face just a bit more determinant than before. A deep breath. And then.

"I love you", he says, still looking into your eyes, turning his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand sweetly, and you feel your heart lurch.

You knew Taehyung was a bit scared of love, you had talked about this before, and you were willing to wait months, even years, until he'll feel comfortable enough to tell you his feelings.

Although you had known you loved him for a while now, you didn't say it, not wanting to make him feel obliged or stressed to reply in the same way. But now, you didn't hesitate for a second. In fact, it felt like a relief.

"I love you, too", you whisper, smiling so wide you think your teeth might break, before pulling Taehyung in for a deep, rain-wet kiss, your arms locking behind his nape, breathing in when Taehyung's hands slip to your thighs, lifting you up once again and twirling the two of you around, laughing when you shriek into his mouth.

"I love you. I love you.", Taehyung mumbles over and over again, pressing the words against your lips until you think they might be imprinted in your skin. And you think that even though rain is pouring on you, you're drenched with love.

Jeon Jungkook:

You smile a bit when Jungkook on the screen ducks his head, a shy smile on his face. His raised cheeks are a rosy red, his cute bunny teeth peeking out of his lips when he waves at the camera lightly, confetti falling around him like colorful snow.

You could hear Jungkook groan from his place in your lap, shaking his head against your gray sweatpants. "This is disgusting", he mumbles, covering his face with his hands while you laugh, ruffling his soft chocolate brown hair teasingly.

"You're adorable, Gguk.", you say honestly, your smile growing when Jungkook glares at you through his fingers, dark eyes squinting slightly. "But you're really bad at keeping a straight face".

You're not surprised in the least when Jungkook straightens up before you even finish the sentence, his competitive face rising once again, raising an eyebrow at you daringly. "You think you can keep a straight face longer than me?"

You snort, staring at your six-month-long boyfriend with a disbelieving face. "You really do make a competition out of everything.", you state dryly, rolling your eyes when the older shrugs, accepting your saying with a stride.

"But yeah, I do think I can stand longer than you, judging solely by this footage", you say, pointing at the TV screen, where BTS has now been switched by some other boy-band.

"Fine. Let's see who can last the longest. But no touching, just words and expressions and whatever.", Jungkook says, sitting in front of you cross-legged on the soft blue couch, wiggling his fingers cutely in his white wool socks.

"Deal. Must be hard for you not to touch me, though", you reply sassily, flinging your hair over your shoulder, a small giggle erupting your mouth at Jungkook's slightly red face.

"You're unbelievable", he mutters, trying to cover up his shyness by rolling his eyes at you. "Let's start", he says quickly.

You wipe the smile from your mouth immediately, staring straight into your lover's eyes. It's hard to do, even though you've been in much more intimate positions before.

To distract yourself from Jungkook's piercing eyes, soft and burning hot at the same time, you look at him, engraving details of him in your mind.

His slightly curly brown hair, the mole on his chin, the closeness of his eyelashes, the smudge of something, maybe flour from the two of you cooking cookies earlier, on his cheek. His soft looking mustard hoodie and his black sweatpants. The little hole in the sock on his left foot.

It seems like forever, with the two of you making faces at each other and throwing private jokes that only the two of you know of. Jungkook is hilarious, you must admit, certainly funnier than you, but you really want to win for once.

After a while, Jungkook looks slightly less confident, probably expecting you to lose a lot sooner, and he's obviously running out of ideas, his dark eyebrows furrowed over his eyes as he thinks of more ways to take you by surprise.

There's a small smirk on his face, one that tells you he has an idea, and it's most likely bad news, and then he's saying: "I love you".

You don't even try to keep a straight face, your mouth falling open on it's own accord, and Jungkook's cheering loudly like the little shit he is, a proud smile in his face while you continue to gape at him, still frozen in your spot.

"I told you I can-", Jungkook's words get stuck when you jump on him, pushing him down to lie on the sofa as you lie on top of him, your palms resting against his cheeks.

"Did you mean it?", You whisper, not even caring how crazy you sound as you stare into Kook's wide eyes, and you're sure he can feel your heartbeat through his shirt, loud and fast like lightning.

Jungkook's eyes soften then, almost like slowly melting chocolate, and he leans upwards until your noses are brushing gently, his eyes still locked with yours. "Of course I did, baby. I would never tell you that just for a stupid game."

And then you're kissing, and you don't even care that you just lost, and that after this sweet moment Jungkook will probably tease you for years to come about the face you made and how you lost at your own bet, because Jungkook's lips are soft, gentle yet firm, and his hand slides into your hair, tugging you even closer to him while tangling your legs together, until it's hard to see where he starts and you end.

After a while, when you're in Jungkook's embrace, listening to his soft humming in your ear, his mouth pressed to the top of your head so you feel the words of the song mouthed against you, you can't help but whine.

"You're such a cheat", you pout, making Jungkook laugh at the sudden comment, looking down at you with a fond look in his eyes and a soft smile gracing his lips. "I would've won, you know".

Jungkook chuckles, but much to your surprise, doesn't bicker with you like he usually does, instead choosing to press a sweet peck to your cheek, lips grazing your skin lovingly.

"Are you mad?", He asks teasingly, his grin growing wider when you snuggle deeper into his arms, pressing a peck to jaw, just because you can. "No".