Stray Kids When You Fall Asleep On Them:

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..."

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."

When BTS meet you for the first time:

Kim Seokjin:

Jin runs a pale hand through his short black hair, nodding absentmindedly to the staff he sees on his way down the hallway, his familiar polite smile spread across his face.

He has a long and intense day of dance practice ahead of him, a day he couldn't start properly without his daily cup of coffee and a sweet pastry from the company's coffee shop.

Pushing the simple glass door with the palm of his hand, Jin steps into the small, cozy restaurant, the small golden bell above his head signaling his arrival with a tinkle.

"Good morning", Jin says, bowing lightly at the different staff members and workers sitting around the round oak tables filling the shop, the space soon filled with various greetings towards him.

The room is filled with a strong smell of coffee beans and melted chocolate and sweet baked treats, and the young man breaths in the delicious scent with satisfaction, looking around the softly lit room, with the dangling yellow lights shining like stars in the sky and the colorful pictures and motivational quotes hanging on the walls.

Seokjin had always found this place calming and homey, with the soft piano music playing in the background and the wide glass windows showing off the busy street mere metres away from the shop, adding to the other-wordly atmosphere.

Sitting down at his usual spot in the edge of the cafe, Seokjin slips off his black jacket, revealing the simple white t-shirt under it as he carelessly flings the piece of clothing across the empty chair beside him.

It was hot inside the coffee shop, nothing like the weather outside, with the winter starting and the winds blowing, causing the people on the street to cuddle even closer into their thin coats and sweaters.

"Hello and welcome to our coffee shop. How can I help you?", Jin is surprised at the sound of the soft, feminine voice coming from in front of him, his head snapping upwards to stare at the young waitress in front of him with wide eyes.

Jin was a hundred percent sure that this waitress was working here for less than a week, since he hasn't since her before, and everyone here knew who Jin was and what he orders by heart thanks to his frequent visits.

Also, judging by her skin color and slight accent, the girl in front of him was a foreigner. Seokjin couldn't help but let his eyes linger one second too long on the girl's shiny, long hair, twinkling dark orbs, and plump pink lips, before clearing his throat loudly and smiling slightly.

"Hello", he replies, trying to stay calm despite the increasing race of his heart the longer he looked at the beautiful young woman. "I'd like an Americano and a purple sweet potato cake, please".

The younger girl nods, bowing her head slightly before turning to walk back to the kitchen, Seokjin's eyes following her lithe figure until it disappears behind the simple white door.

Staring outside, Seokjin stares at the people rushing past the window, their eyes trained on the ground underneath them or locked on their phone screen. The image of the girl doesn't fade from Jin's mind, unfortunately, and he wonders why he can't stop repeating the image of the foreigner's stunning smile.

"Here you go, sir", Seokjin's startled out of his thoughts at the sound of the soft, quiet voice, a steaming mug of brown liquid placed in front of him, the froth on top drawn carefully into the shape of a heart, and a pretty porcelain plate, holding a small, bright purple muffin, wisps of steam still coming out of it.

"Thank you", the dark-haired man says, eyeing the petite girl for another second, before clearing his throat nervously, causing the girl to stop just as she was about to leave the table.

"I'm sorry, do you want anything else?", the girl's pretty face is sporting a soft pink blush now, and she's fiddling with her fingers nervously, placing them on top of her simple turquoise dress shirt.

Before he can think it over, Jin is shaking his head quickly, making sure to send the girl a genuine smile to calm her down, before saying: "No, no, I was just wondering… Are you new here?"

The young woman seems to blush even harder at that, laughing sweetly in something akin to relief, and Seokjin can feel his own smile widen at the sound of the twinkling giggle. "Is it that obvious?", she mumbles, tucking a strand of dark hair that managed to escape her tight ponytail.

"It is for someone who's here nearly every single day", Seokjin says with amusement, finally catching the waitress' gaze when she lifts her head up to meet his eyes.

"I'm Kim Seokjin", he introduces himself, reaching out one of his long hands to the other, watching as she sends one of her own tanned ones to shake his, her smile now looking shy and bashful, yet just as beautiful.

"I'm Y/L/N Y/N", she introduces herself, and Seokjin can't help but smile even wider at the other's name, happy to get one step closer to knowing more about the mystery girl.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N", Seokjin says, trying to ignore the warmth seeping through the girl's hand, tightening the hold on her hand just a little bit more. "I think we'll be seeing each other a lot more from now on".

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi enters the music bar, pulling his black snapback even lower on his head as he shuffles through the bustling entrance, trying to draw as least attention to himself as possible.

Going to a packed bar by yourself as an idol was in no means a good idea, but Suga was having a serious writer's block that was killing him, and sometimes the best way to deal with that is to just be a normal person.

Nobody should be able to recognize him, not with the hat covering his shiny silver hair, the mask drawn up to his nose, and the simple black clothes, yet the young man could still feel the buzz of anxiety in his body, mixed with an unexplainable excitement.

Honestly, Suga could already feel some of his inspiration coming back to him just by entering the small bar, his eyes immediately scanning the dark space, the colorful lights hanging above the drinking bar, the assortment of chattering men and women sitting around long black counters and smooth round tables, or swaying lightly to the jazz music playing on the large black speakers.

Walking over to the ginger-haired barista, Yoongi asks for a bottle of soju, bowing in thanks when the woman hands over the ice-cold green bottle with a smile, and heads for one of the empty tables at the back of the bar, facing the small stage built for amateur karaoke singers and the occasional guest artist.

Sitting on the hard wooden chair, Yoongi takes a long sip of his drink, sighing with satisfaction at the burn of the alcohol in his throat, filling his stomach with the familiar warmth he was seeking.

He examines the groups of friends, probably university students celebrating the start of the weekend, talking loudly and laughing boisterously. He watches lone people like himself, nursuring glasses of alcohol to their chest, and imagines why they are here, their story. He stares at sweet couples with envy, admiring the way the man tightens his hold around his girlfriend's waist possessively, proudly telling the world who she belongs to.

The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts, and he thinks he never turned his head as fast as he did right now, his eyes catching the girl standing on the stage immediately.

She's beautiful, magnificent even, and the bar seems to quiet down significantly when she starts to sing, as if the world itself was holding its breath. She's wearing a simple black mini dress, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders, and her hair is cascading down her shoulder like a waterfall of darkness, swallowing Yoongi whole.

Her stage presence is incredible, even the way she holds the small black microphone radiating some sort of silent power, and Suga can't help but stare with awe, letting the girl's soft voice sweep him away like the wind.

It feels like everything and nothing at all, and even though the song is English and he can't understand half of the words, the melodic voice of the mystery singer is enough to make Yoongi shake with emotion, his hands grabbing the bottom of the table to steady himself.

It seems like hours, or maybe seconds, before the girl is done, her sentimental expression changing into a beautiful smile as she bows to the cheering crowd bashfully, her aura nothing like the powerful, heartbroken one from seconds before.

Yoongi can't even stop himself from getting out of his seat, his feet unconsciously making their way after the young woman, his thoughts jumbled and he doesn't even know what he's going to say to her, for God's sakes. (Maybe, "you're my muse?")

Either way, he's walking, grabbing the other's hand before he can even think of the consequences, and she's turning around, even more bright up close, like a star in a sky full of clouds, and then he's saying: "I'm Min Yoongi".

The girl is smiling now once again, and it's a kind smile, even though it seems a bit confused, and she nods her head, Yoongi's eyes following her as if in trance. "Umm… Nice to meet you, Min Yoongi. I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Somehow, even her name inspires him, and Suga can't help but break into a smile, pulling down his face mask to reveal the gummies peaking through his pink lips. "Y/L/N Y/N. It's nice to meet you, too".

Jung Hoseok:

Jung Hoseok strolls through the wide expanses of bright green grass, the white bucket hat on his head not doing much to hide the sunlight streaming through the tall oak trees in the park.

It's a nice day outside, the perfect day to take a walk around the lovely park next to the Bighit company building, and J-hope was enjoying the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun as he walks, letting his mind wander off his idol life and different responsibilities.

BTS was very busy lately, and being one of the writers and choreographers of their newest album, and an important member, J-hope could practically feel Bang PD breathing down his neck these days.

Humming softly to the song playing on the white airpods in his ears, "Make it Mine" by Jason Mraz, the brown-haired man matches his light steps to the upbeat tune, letting his eyes flutter shut when a refreshing wind brushes past him, ruffling his thin white t-shirt and loose gray knee-long pants.

A soft brush against his leg makes J-hope let out a shriek of surprise, his eyes opening at once as he jumps back, the hat on his head almost falling to the ground beneath him.

There's a small creature at the spot where Hoseok was a few moments ago, a cute white Pomeranian, tiny enough to fit in Hoseok's arms easily, looking like a female version of Yeontan.

The dog is looking at J-hope with interest, an almost confused expression on its face, like he can't imagine why the human in front of him would ever be scared of him, and J-hope lets out a sigh of relief, crouching down to the furry animal's height.

"Hey, buddy", he says with a gentle smile, running a warm hand through the dog's soft white coat, "Did I scare you? You scared me, too", he chuckles, examining the dog's well-kept appearance and light pink leather collar with a golden clasp. This dog obviously has an owner, and a good one at that.

"Where's your owner? Hmm?", Hoseok asks, raising his head to look around the mostly empty park and then back to the dog, who was still looking at him with intelligent black eyes, answering by licking the palm of J-hope's hand with his small pink tongue.

Before J-hope can check the collar, maybe look for a name or a phone number on the other side, there are footsteps approaching him quickly, and then a girl is crouching on the ground next to him, gathering the dog into her hands with mumbled apologies to J-hope and frantic kisses to her pet.

She's young, maybe a few years younger than J-hope, and a foreigner, if her appearance and accent were anything to go by. She was wearing a simple beige shirt tucked into faded mom jeans and mustard-colored sneakers, and her hair streamed down her back in dark waves, strands of it covering her face from her run a few moments ago.

"I'm so sorry", she repeats again, finally releasing the dog in her arms and turning to J-hope, her dark eyes wide with sincerity and a dark blush high on her cheeks as she bows her head multiple times, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of her.

"It's fine, really", Hoseok says with a laugh of reassurance, waving his hand to signal that he wasn't annoyed in any way. "Your dog is adorable. What's his name?"

The girl looks relieved, a deep sigh escaping her pink lips after seeing J-hope's gentle smile, and she smiles back, the shy gesture sending the young man's heart into a frenzy.

"It's a girl, actually.", she says with a grin, running a small hand through the dog's long fur, the pet purring in content at the feeling. "Her name is Bella".

"Nice name", J-hope says, blushing slightly before raising his head once again to look at the girl. "And what's yours?"

The girl seems flustered for a second, her eyes widening slightly before she smiles again, reaching her hand out towards J-hope's jittering figure. "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Breaking into a large grin at the sound of the answer, Hoseok doesn't hesitate to shake her hand back, feeling his body buzz with uncontained excitement at the feeling of girl's skin against his own. "Your name is even prettier. I'm J-hope."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon firmly believed that the best way to reduce stress was going book shopping, no matter how much teasing it earned him from the rest of the members.

Pushing his golden-rimmed glasses up his nose, RM runs his hand across the shelf of books, enjoying the feeling of the different covers against his skin, from old leather to fresh paper, the pages making a satisfying sound when they catch on his fingers.

Namjoon loves this. The smell of the wood shelves, the soft lamps washing the room in warm lighting, the flowery armchairs waiting to be sat on, the calming silence, the centuries of history and dreams this place is filled with.

He doesn't know what he's looking for, he never does, but he always finds it in the end, and right now his body is leading him deeper and deeper into the long aisles, where the books are older and thicker, the colorful book-covers fading into hues of black and brown.

As if on their own, his eyes are drawn to a particular book, bound in a thick leather cover, the words "Candide" engraved in the material in cursive writing, barely understood from RM's spot just a few metres away.

It didn't look any different from most of the novels in this section, yet Namjoon still finds himself fastening the pace of his walk, his hand reaching out to grab the worn out book before another hand appears in front of his own, a feminine hand with long, thin fingers and manicured nails colored a soft apricot.

Namjoon retracts his hand immediately from the warm touch before looking up, his eyes wide when he sees the pretty girl in front of him, smiling sheepishly.

Her hair is dark and long, falling over her shoulder in a simple braid. She's shorter than Namjoon, petite, with a small waist and baby face, and she's wearing a simple mint t-shirt with buttons, tucked into classy white dress pants and white sneakers.

"I'm sorry", she apologies with a kind smile, bowing at Namjoon quickly, "Take it. You were here first."

Namjoon is too fascinated by the girl to even answer, and he feels his face heat up when he realizes he's been staring at her dumbly for the past few seconds.

Laughing awkwardly, the tall man runs a hand through his chocolate brown hair, not even caring if he was messing it up, before gesturing towards the young woman. "No, no, it's fine. You can have it, I was just looking."

The young woman seems confused and slightly uncomfortable, staring at Namjoon with dark calculating eyes. "Are you sure? I've read this book already, so it's not a big deal."

'She's smart, too', Namjoon thinks, his heart racing even faster with the growing feeling that this girl was special.

"Me, too", he says with a dimpled smile, "But I get you. Masterpieces need to be read more than once", he jokes, enjoying the girl's gentle laughter in the quiet space.

"Exactly", she agrees, a comfortable silence falling between them before Namjoon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Can I ask… What's your name?", he questions hesitantly, hoping the girl can't see the blush on his cheeks in the dim light of the room.

The young woman smiles, and maybe it's just his imagination, but Namjoon swears the library seems less dusty and old, as if the girl revived the tired room with her joy. "Y/L/N Y/N. And you?".

"Kim Namjoon", the older man says, reaching his hand out to shake the girl's delicate one, the electricity he felt the first time he touched her changing into something warmer, like a pool of fire in his stomach, yet just as powerful. "It's nice to meet you."

Park Jimin:

Jimin stares at the mirror of the changing room, trying to resist the urge to run a hand through his currently pink hair, already set to perfection by his hair stylist, who would very much not appreciate her hard work being ruined.

He's already wearing the clothes for their "Boy with Love" performance on the BBMA's: an elegant black suit jacket with a metal flower attached to the dash, matching dress pants, a simple white shirt, an assortment of silver jewelry on his ears and hands, and a pair of pink-tinted sunglasses to top it all off.

The only thing that was missing was his makeup, which was usually done as close as possible to the actual show, to avoid smudges and so on. In fact, the makeup artist should be here any minute now.

Jimin turns away from the mirror when he hears the sound of conversation outside his room, looking at the door curiously just as it opens and foreign girl enters the changing room, a small smile on her face.

She's pretty, Jimin notices immediately, with her petite yet curvy frame, the glossy, dark hair tied into a tight ponytail on the top of her head, the subtle makeup on her face, highlighting her delicate facial features, and her tanned skin.

She's wearing a simple black t-shirt, the kind you can find in any closet basically, tucked into ripped skinny jeans, and worn out white sneakers, yet she still looks better than Jimin feels.

"Hello, you must be Jimin-ssi.", she says in perfect Korean, bowing respectfully at the coral-haired man, who was still shocked at the fact that this beautiful foreigner is here, and knows Korean.

"I'm your new makeup artist, Y/L/N Y/N", the young woman continues, seemingly not noticing the idol's flustered state. "Should we get started?"

Jimin finally seems to get back to his senses, bowing his head lightly back at the makeup artist. His heart was still racing a hundred miles an hour, and he can't believe this girl will be mere centimeters away from his face in a few seconds.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-ssi. Feel free to start whenever you're ready.", he says softly, smiling at the girl sweetly and feeling a small smirk form on his lips when Y/N blushes lightly, her gaze flitting to the floor when Jimin stares at her for a second too long.

Y/N nods, letting Jimin sit down at the black leather chair, in front of the mirror where bright lights are facing the young man, illuminating his skin and making it easier for her to see what she is doing.

Jimin can't help but shiver when Y/N crouches beside him, her head almost touching his own, and he resists the urge to scream because her dark, warm eyes are staring at him with so much focus, and he feels as if she can see straight into his soul.

He decides not to talk to the beautiful makeup artist right now, not wanting to distract her from her work, but he's relieved at the thought that she'll be working with them the rest of the time they're in the USA, guaranteeing plenty of opportunities to talk with the girl.

Y/L/N Y/N. Jimin knows he won't forget that name.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was tired, even though no one would ever notice it. Although he usually enjoyed fansigns, their latest comeback, "ON", left him more exhausted than usual, and he hated himself for hardly being able to keep his eyes open.

Another fan passes by in a blink of an eye, squeezing his hands in her own tightly while shouting 'I love you' as she leaves, and Taehyung responds with his own wink and finger heart, making the young girl squeal, and for a second the young man forgets the exhaustion seeping through his bones, the immense love he feels for his fans overcoming all the other emotions, yet the guilt doesn't disappear.

He puts a cute flower crown on his hair, made out of an assortment of white and pink daisies, the colorful accessory looking even brighter against his curly black locks and black leather jacket.

Taehyung smiles when he hears his fans yell various compliments at the sight of him with the cute accessory, waving them hello and causing the screams to strengthen even more.

He's so busy with entertaining the fans, he doesn't even notice the girl in front of him until she's letting out a quiet 'hello', causing Taehyung to turn his head and face the young woman in front of him.

She's pretty, with a petite body tucked into a thin, tight white long-sleeved shirt and a short denim skirt, showcasing toned legs and a small waist.

Her hair is long and dark, falling to her waist in luscious waves, but the shiny curls don't look styled, as if this was her natural hair. Her eyes are big and dark, her face small and cute-looking, with a button nose and plump lips, and she's hugging BTS' newest album to her chest tightly, as if treasuring it.

It wasn't the first time Taehyung saw a beautiful fan at one of their fansigns. In fact, all of their fans looked gorgeous to him, but even when one catches his eye more than the rest, he was usually really good at hiding it, making sure to give everyone his equal attention.

But this girl, something about the look in her eyes, the way she tucks a dark strand behind her ear, the pink blush on her round cheeks, the way her hands shake when she hands the album over to Taehyung, eyes widening slightly when their fingers brush.

Taehyung was a professional, yet he finds himself smiling warmly at the girl, reaching out to her and intertwining their fingers, a feeling of euphoria rushing through his body when he feels the fan's soft skin against his own.

"Hello", he finally answers, tilting his head down slightly to try and catch the girl's eyes, which were continuously fleeting away from him. "Why are you hiding from me?"

The girl seems bewildered at the question, and Taehyung can't help but thinks it's adorable, the way her doe eyes widen slightly, pink lips opening in surprise to reveal a row of perfect white teeth, but he resists the urge to smile towards the girl, instead keeping a small pout on his face, pretending to be disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just shy", the girl mumbles then, lifting her eyes up almost forcefully to meet Taehyung's, before they fall back to their locked hands after a second, making Taehyung finally let out a deep chuckle, his acting long forgotten.

"You'll regret it later if you won't look at me now. Plus, I want to see your face, too", Taehyung explains, smiling in satisfaction when the fangirl lifts her head once again after a moment of hesitation, keeping her eyes on the idol's determinantly, despite the darkening blush on her cheeks.

"Woo-hoo", Taehyung cheers, releasing their joined hands to clap them together loudly, and the young woman laughs, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, but V can still hear the giggles escaping her mouth, sweet and melodic, and he thinks how much he'd love to hear it again.

"Now that I can see your pretty face, I should probably ask for your name.", Taehyung says with a grin, and the girl bows her head respectfully before saying, "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Taehyung still doesn't quite know what he's going to do, but knowing the fan's name, knowing she loves him, lights a spark of hope in his chest. "To, Y/L/N Y/N…"

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook likes practicing at 5 a.m in the morning, even if it means waking up before the sun is awake, when it's still dark outside, stumbling into the elevator of Bighit and pressing blindly on all the buttons until he reaches the right floor.

But there is also some good in working out so early in the morning. On days like this, when Jungkook was practicing for BTS' upcoming album until 3 in the morning, it's pretty pointless going back to his apartment, only to come back a few hours later. It's a lot easier to stay in the building, sleep on the comfortable blue sofa, and wake up two hours later to do his daily workout, without any disturbances.

Pushing open the opaque glass door with the palm of his hand, Jungkook muffles another yawn in the sleeve of his oversized black t-shirt. He's still wearing his sweat-filled clothes from practice, with the black Nike sneakers and gray sweatpants, but it doesn't really matter if he's going to sweat again.

His eyesight is still blurry and filled with tears of sleep-loss when he hops on the treadmill, but after a few minutes of jogging with his mind in haze, Jungkook starts to come back to his senses, the familiar adrenaline pumping in his veins.

It's when Jungkook is doing his deadlift workout routine, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining and his black long hair matted to his forehead with sweat, that the door to the gym opens suddenly, and Jungkook almost drops the weights he was holding from the surprise.

Standing in the entrance is a young woman, around Jungkook's age or maybe even younger. Judging by the black leggings she's wearing, the white crop top and the matching white sneakers, all Nike, the girl came to workout, just like the maknae of BTS.

Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, strands of it framing her small face, and her eyes are wide with shock at the sight of the young, sweaty man in front of her.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you", she says quickly, before Jungkook can even think what to say, the dark-haired man too busy admiring the girl's obvious curves and now, the honey-like sound of her voice.

"I thought the gym would be empty at this hour… I'll go now, sir.", the girl exclaims, bowing to Jungkook deeply before she's turning around, and that's when Jungkook comes back to reality, placing the weights on the ground and ignoring the screaming pain in his whole body.

"Wait, don't go.", He shouts just as the girl steps outside of the gym, and she turns around, her eyebrows raised slightly in confusion when Jungkook blushes, scratching the back of his sheepishly.

"You work here, don't you?", he inquires, relief seeping through his veins when the young woman nods, responding: "I'm actually new here. I work as one of the producers for BTS."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm Jungkook from BTS", Jungkook says, a small smile appearing at his face at the display of horror on the girl's face, "And this gym is for the use of the staff too, so…", he gestures to the vast space around vaguely, hoping he doesn't sound too hopeful when he waits for the producer to answer.

To his slight surprise, the woman steps into the room after a moment of hesitation, shouldering off her black Nike duffle bag and letting it fall to the ground. "Thank you, Jungkook-ssi", she says politely, bowing once again, a cute blush covering her cheeks like fairy dust.

Jungkook can feel himself blushing as well, the need to turn his head when he sees the young woman start to stretch overwhelming, so he clears his throat, taking a long gulp of water before saying. "It's no problem, Producer…?", his voice trails off slightly, and the woman smiles at him through the mirrors lining the walls, her bright grin and sparkly eyes forcing Jungkook to look away, his ears burning.

"Y/L/N Y/N, sir", she responds, and Jungkook hums in understanding, putting the cap back on the water bottle and examining the slight shake in his hand in distaste. So much for being a worldwide famous idol, when he couldn't even talk to a girl.

"Well… Welcome to Bighit, Y/L/N Y/N. I hope we'll be together for a long time.", Jungkook congratulates with a sincere smile. 'In more ways than one', he thinks.

WayV when you're insecure about your body:

Kun:

Kun will furrow his eyebrows when he sees you fixing your brand new skirt in front of the mirror for the fifth time today. "Babe, what's up?", He'll ask, his eyes confused when he comes closer to you, winding a gentle arm around your waist and making you face him. You sigh, looking embarrassed when you ask him with a small voice: "Does this skirt make me look fat? Be honest." Kun can't help raise his eyebrows at that, shocked by your question, but his eyes soften when you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. "No, you look beautiful. You always do. And even if you did happen to gain some weight, it wouldn't change a thing.", He says as honestly as possible, internally clapping himself on the back when you smile shyly at the compliment, looking much happier and sure of yourself. He'll still be a lot clingier that night, making sure to stay close to you and keep reminding you how amazing you are.

Ten:

I feel like this baby will be much more emotional, his heart breaking slightly in his chest when he sees you missing another meal, shaking your head silently when he asks you if you want to eat the tasty kimbap he made. "Y/N, this is not okay, you've hardly ate anything these past few days.", your boyfriend mentions worriedly, holding your hand in his tightly as he stares at you desperately. "I've just... I've gained a little weight lately.", you mumble, playing with your fingers absentmindedly, and your boyfriend's eyes turn pained, his grip on your hands tightening. "Oh, baby. You're perfect the way you are, don't you know? I love every single thing about you. And the most important thing is that you're happy and healthy." This guy will be so worried about you, making sure you eat well and constantly thinking about you, to the point where it'll make him visibly sad and troubled.

Winwin:

Winwin is completely clueless as to why you've been refusing to meet his parents for the last month, making up excuses over and over again when he brings up any suggestion. But he'll be even more shocked when you tell him that the reason you were so afraid was because you think you aren't pretty enough to be his girlfriend. This boy will straight up stumble over his own words as he tries to explain to you how beautiful you are, hugging you tightly as if he can convey his emotions through his embrace. "Y/N, I can't believe you think that. You're so beautiful baby, you are the perfect match for me." He doesn't say much, but the way he's holding you and staring at you with honesty and love in his eyes is enough to make you relax, your eyes closing as you feel embarrassment coursing through you at your own stupidity. "You're right, I'm sorry.", you say, making your lover shake his head as he hugs you tighter. "There's nothing to be sorry for. I just want you to be happy."

Lucas:

"Here, try this babe.", Lucas grins when he hands you a tight black mini dress, the silk garment so small it can fit in the palm of your hand. "Oh my God, no, are you crazy?", you ask, pushing the erotic clothing away with your hand as you blush, avoiding your boyfriend's smirking face. "I'm not sexy enough to wear that, anyway.", You mumble, almost to yourself, making to go back to the changing room when a strong hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. "Hey, you're literally the sexiest girl I've ever seen in my life, baby. I don't ever want to hear you say otherwise.", Lucas says confidently, his eyes no longer teasing as he look into your eyes intently, making you blush even more than before, but the comment still makes you smile bashfully, Lucas' own grin coming back to his face as well when he sees your cute response. "Whatever, I'm still not wearing that though.", you reply, making your boyfriend groan in defeat as you giggle, your laughter changing into a shriek of surprise when Lucas lunges at you, leaving kisses all over your face. "Please, please wear it~"

Xiaojun:

When your boyfriend noticed that you weren't wearing shorts and skirts anymore, he didn't think much of it at the start. It was only when he saw you throwing away your favourite pair of pants that he understood something was wrong. He'll sit you down and ask you what's wrong, and when you'll tell him that you've been feeling anxious lately, that the stress of being a university student and missing home was starting to affect your health, he won't be too surprised. Xiaojun will be clam and collected, holding your hands in his as he assures you that you have nothing to be ashamed of. "Love, I fell in love with the pure soul that you are, not with your body. Everyone gets stressed sometimes, it is just another obstacle that you'll overcome eventually. Believe in yourself and love yourself like I love you." He won't just talk, he'll promise to help you deal with what you're going through, making sure you eat healthy and constantly cheering you up by writing you songs and offering to go with you to the gym.

Hendery:

"I don't get it, why don't you want to go swimming?", Hendery asks you again, looking genuinely confused as you sigh, trying not to get irritated. "I just, I don't want people to see me in a swimming suit.", you say quietly, hoping that your boyfriend will just let it go and go without you. "Why? You don't want them to get jealous?", Hendery asks, and you snort, raising your eyebrows in disbelief when you see your boyfriend is dead serious. "What? I can't think of any other reason why you'd be embarrassed to put on a bathing suit.", Your lover says honestly, not an ounce of hesitation in his eyes as he throws you the cute blue bikini you bought together last week. "Come on, I want to show off my gorgeous girlfriend." You bite you lip, thinking back to when you first wore the garment at the store, how Hendery's eyes widened so much you thought they'll fall from his sockets. You felt good wearing that swimsuit then, so what's different now? "Okay", you finally let out, smiling when Hendery kisses you with excitement.

Yangyang:

This baby will be a bit helpless when he finds out that you don't feel good about your body, after seeing you cry in front of the mirror one day when you thought he was at practice. He can't believe he didn't see the signs before and he'll feel like a horrible boyfriend for not being there for you. "Y/N, I don't know what to do except tell you that you're so amazing and beautiful, every part of you. I'm sorry that I didn't make you feel like you're worthy enough, but I'm so lucky to have you, I really am.", he'll say, cupping your face gently and brushing the tears off your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. He'll be much more attentive after that too, looking after you silently because he doesn't want you to feel pressured, going as far as asking his teammates for help and looking in the Internet for ways to make you feel more confident.

BTS on your first date:

Kim Seokjin:

"How do I look?", you send your reflection another weary glance before turning to your best friend, who looks at you judgingly, looking rather unbothered while chewing a fat piece of gum loudly.

"For the last time, perfect", she says with a sigh of exasperation, lifting her hands up in the air when you still don't look satisfied, biting your lip and pulling on the bottom of your short flowery dress. "Damn, you really like the dude, huh?"

You blush, tucking a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, avoiding your best friend's examining eyes as you mumble a bashful: "Maybe?" 

Y/F/M's eyes soften slightly at your nervousness, and she reaches out to tug you into a warm hug, making sure not to smear the makeup she finished applying mere moments ago. "You have nothing to worry about, he's going to fall for you for sure.", she says sweetly, pulling back to look you in the eye.

Before you can say anything else, a knock on the door startles the both of you, and you send your friend a panicked expression, ready to bolt for the bathroom and flush yourself down the toilet. Before you can do that though, your friend's grabbing you by your shoulders and leading you to the door, her firm grip not letting you escape.

With one last shaky breath, you tug the door open, a small smile spreading on your face when you see Seokjin standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face and holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

Jin was actually your boss in the restaurant you worked at, and you've had the crush on him for the longest time before you accidentally confessed to him at a group outing where you had a little too much to drink. To your surprise, he told you he felt the same, and asked you with the sweetest smile if you would like to go on a date with him. Obviously, you said yes.

And here he was, in all his handsomeness, wearing a semi-formal outfit, a crisp white button-up clinging to his broad shoulders and black slacks hugging his long legs, his soft brown hair styled away from his forehead and a shy smile gracing his plump lips.

"Hey", you say shyly, playing with your fingers the way you always do when you're nervous, your best friend already closing the door behind the two of you and disappearing in your shared apartment. 

"Hey", Jin responds, scratching his neck for a second before handing you the single flower in his hand. "This is for you", he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks when you take the flower, your fingers brushing against each other as you do.

"It's beautiful, thank you", you say gratefully, feeling like a teenager all over again, and walk down the two steps until you and Jin are both standing on the pathway, the other towering over you with his height. 

"Let's go then, our table is reserved for 20:00", Jin says, leading the way to his sleek black Mercedes, his body close enough to yours so you can feel the heat he is emitting, but he doesn't touch you yet, his hand hovering over your lower back. 

Jin is a gentleman and nothing less, holding the door open for you when you slide into the passenger seat, saying that 'you look gorgeous tonight, by the way', and engaging in some small talk on the way to the restaurant he reserved you. It feels too good to be true, really.

When the GPS announces that you reached your destination though, you look around in confusion, waiting for Jin to say that you reached the wrong location, but to your shock, the young man opens the driver's door, sliding off the soft leather seat before walking around the vehicle and opening your door with an all-knowing grin.

"You can't be serious", you say, staring at the other in bewilderment, not even trying to get out of the car as Seokjin laughs, enjoying your disbelieving expression. 

"Did you seriously reserve a place at a 5 Michelin star restaurant? Are you out of your mind?", you gape at him, forgetting all the shyness you felt moments ago, too busy thinking how the hell you're going to pay for this meal tonight.

As if reading your mind, Jin smiles gently at you, reaching his hand out to you. "Hey, I asked you to go out with me, so I decide where we'll go. Trust me, okay?"

You hesitate for another second, still feeling angry at the other for bringing you to a millionaire's restaurant, but you take his hand anyway, trying to ignore the warmth flowing through your body at the simplest touch from Jin. 

"I couldn't bring a girl who works at a restaurant to Panda Express, you know?", he explains jokingly, and you try your best to stop from laughing, keeping your glare on determinantly.

"You're unbelievable", you mutter, punching Seokjin's arm half-heartedly as he laughs, making a big deal of limping the rest of the way to the grand entrance of the building, where two well-dressed bodyguards are standing by the doorway.

After you confirm your reservation, the two of you get led inside the restaurant, and you can't stop gaping at the marvelous architecture, your eyes bulging as you walk past dozens of round tables covered in silk white tablecloths, shiny silverware placed placed carefully and glamorous chandeliers giving the room a fairy-like glow.

Jin chuckles a bit at your amazement, endeared by your innocent behaviour, and pulls back the red velvet chair when you reach your table, placed in an intimate corner where no one can pry too much, pushing you down gently when you don't even realize you need to take a seat, his eyes crinkling from smiling.

"You look so amazed, I'm afraid the food will be a disappointment", he says teasingly, and you blush, unable to stop your racing heart at all the kind gestures you're receiving from the other, and the evening just started.

The two of you start looking at the menu, both of you knowing most of the foods on the menu thanks to your job, and talk in between, the two of you filling each other in on everything you don't know about each other as co-workers.

You like talking to Jin. Even before you started crushing on him, he was a role model to you, and probably, to everyone in the restaurant. He came from a very rich family, and he could easily have lived his life doing absolutely nothing, or continuing the work of his business-man father. 

Instead, he chose to open a restaurant, and work as a chef, ignoring what everyone said about him and pursuing his dream from a young age. He became successful and respected, but not because of his parents, because of his own hard work, and you always admired that greatly.

"Oh my God", you moan around another bite of ratatouille, closing your eyes as a symphony of flavors explodes on your tongue, and you hear Jin hum in agreement, the shared dishes you bought quickly running out as you take bite after bite, drinking sips of expensive wine and continuing your conversation as well.

When it's time to go, you don't miss Jin sneakily trying to push his credit card into the waitress' hands, and you frown, fishing out your simple black purse and pulling out your own black card. 

"Hey, why didn't she take mine as well?", you ask with confusion lacing your voice, noticing immediately the way Jin avoided your eyes, taking a too-long sip from his now almost empty glass of wine, before setting it down with a small smile. 

"How about you pay next time?", he suggests, voice nonchalant, but you notice the nervousness underlining it, Jin's slim fingers wrapped too tightly around the glass, his knuckles turning white.

"Next time?", you say, feeling your own cheeks heat up, momentarily forgetting the fact that your crush paid what must be a huge amount of money on your first date, too busy clinging to the 'next time', which you so desperately want to happen.

"Yeah", Jin says, lifting his soft brown eyes up and meeting your own wide ones, his smile now slightly more confident. "I really like you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Min Yoongi:

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at the tall wooden door in front of you. You've been here a hundred times before, but this time felt different, and the thought set a flock of butterflies in your stomach.

You knock on the door before you can overthink it, retracting your hand quickly and tucking it behind your back, rocking on your heels as you listen to the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance slowly.

You smile when the door opens, revealing your life-long childhood friend, and now, your date for tonight. You don't know how many times you've seen Min Yoongi like this, with his messy black hair and pale skin, a small smile on his face, wearing a hoodie two sizes too large on him and basketball shorts, brown eyes concealing his happiness at the sight of you. The only difference is, usually, he doesn't look this nervous.

"Hey", Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, pushing the door open even more to allow you to come in, and then moving aside, and you try not to think too much about his arm brushing yours when you enter, the weird thoughts making your cheeks warm.

"Hey", you hug your friend gently, and even though you've done this many times as well, it feels different, the arms wrapping around you holding a new protectiveness and care. You can't say you don't like it.

"So", you follow Yoongi into the apartment, already knowing this place by heart, and slip into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. "What are we doing today?"

"I thought we could just watch some Netflix, you know. If you want.", Yoongi responds, disappearing in the living room, probably to set up the huge flat screen TV he owns, and you return the glass water bottle to the fridge, entering the living room as well.

"So just Netflix and chill?", you ask, enjoying the way your friend's fingers freeze over the keyboard, before he shoots you a sly smirk that sends shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want."

It's your turn to blush now, and you curse Suga under your breath, choosing not to respond, instead slipping onto the soft blue couch, covering yourself with one of the many fluffy blankets your date prepared beforehand.

Being Yoongi's friend since preschool meant you two were very open with each other. He knew all your problems, fears, secrets, desires, and you did too. It was scary to suddenly feel shy next to the one person you always felt comfortable with, but you can't blame anyone but yourself for falling in love with your best friend.

You don't know when you started looking at Yoongi like a potential lover instead of a friend, but realizing it was the scariest moment in your life. You felt ashamed for feeling like that about your childhood bestie, and alienated yourself from him in hopes it will get your mind to work properly.

But Yoongi, being Yoongi, didn't let you hide away, and after you wouldn't answer his calls or texts for two weeks, he came to your house, surprising the shit out of you, and demanded to know what this was all about. 

You knew he wouldn't accept a lie, so you went for the truth and hoped that he would somehow forgive you and your friendship will overcome this obstacle. What you didn't expect however, was Yoongi mumbling a tired 'pabo' before he pulled you close, pressing a searing kiss to your lips that had you gasping for air. 'I like you, too. More than a friend.', he said. And now you were here.

"You good?", Yoongi's curious voice shoots you out of your thoughts, and you snap your head up to meet his amused, yet somewhat concerned expression. "Yeah, sorry", you mumble, shooting him a small smile, and he nods, passing you a bowl of popcorn before sliding into the spot next to you, close enough to feel his body heat, but not quite touching.

The movie starts after that, the two of you concentrating on the plot. Yoongi chose a random action-thriller and it was so good you completely forgot about the popcorn in your hands and the now-cold pizza on the table, your mouth agape and eyes wide as you stare at the blaring television screen.

In the corner of your mind, you're aware of Yoongi shuffling next to you, as if something's bothering him, and you almost turn to snap at him for ruining your concentration when there's a sturdy arm pulling you closer to a warm chest, and you feel your cheeks burn. Oh my God.

You try not to breathe when Yoongi pulls you even closer, albeit hesitantly, until you're practically cuddling, both of you wrapped in fuzzy blankets and Suga's arms wrapped around your stomach firmly, his lips so close to your hair you feel light-headed.

"Is this okay?", he whispers after a few more seconds of silence, and you gulp, the older's deep voice giving you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.

"Yeah", you answer, because it is, it's perfect, even if your body is tense like a ruler and you can't quite get yourself to relax into Yoongi's hold.

"Y/N.", Yoongi's firm voice, not leaving you a choice but to turn and look into his mysterious dark eyes, his pink lips hovering over yours. "Can I kiss you?", he asks simply, not beating around the bush, and your heart combusts in your chest, your breath quickening.

"Yeah", you answer, voice shaky, and it seems like everything disappears, the movie long forgotten and fading in the background as Yoongi reaches for you, tilting your chin up gently until your lips brush slightly, like the touch of a butterfly.

And then he's kissing you harder, his hand sliding higher to cup your cheek, and you turn around even more in his hold, until you're practically sitting in his lap, your own arms locking behind his neck.

"Let's not make this weird", he breathes out when he pulls away from you after a few seconds, slightly panting, his lips tainted bright red from your little make out session. "I want you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Jung Hoseok:

Blind dates were never really your thing. You hated the feeling of insecurity that came with blind dates, the burning curiosity in your chest and the awkwardness.

Which is why the first time your best friend suggested you go out with a guy she met at her new zumba class, who also happened to be the instructor, you were quick to say no. 

You were laying on her lap, the two of you sprawled on your ratty blue couch in your shared apartment, and you were complaining to her about your exams this week, and how you were positive astronomy was going to kill you. 

It took you a few minutes of angry rambling to realize that your friend was hardly listening to what you had said, nodding half-assedly and humming at random times, her mind obviously busy with something else.

"What are you thinking about?", you demanded to know, sitting up so the two of you were face to face and pointing at her accusingly. "You hardly heard a word I said."

"I did.", Y/F/N defended herself quickly, "Your life sucks", she elaborated, wincing when you raise an unconvinced eyebrow at her, not buying the whole innocent facade.

"Okay, fine, I was thinking about something.", she admitted, smiling at you sheepishly before moving to hold your hands in hers, an action that only succeeded in raising your suspicions even more.

"I know you don't like this kind of thing", she started slowly, and your confused expression turned into a frustrated one, already knowing where this conversation was headed.

"But you know how I started taking a dance class recently?", she asked, and you nodded despite the urge to cover your ears and ignore this conversation. 

"Well, my dance instructor is super cute, like a literal sunshine. And the fact that he's super hot and an amazing dancer is just the cherry on top to his perfect personality.", Y/F/N said so enthusiastically, it almost broke your heart to interrupt her fantasies. 

"So I thought, if you want, I could set the two of you up for a blind date? I already checked if he's single.", your friend asked hopefully, puppy eyes on full display, and you sighed, shaking your head.

You were thankful to Y/F/N for always taking care of you, you really were. Since she started dating her boyfriend a year and a half ago, she's been trying to set you up with lots of guys, maybe because she didn't want the moment she moves in with her partner to be hard on you, which you knew was getting closer judging by the increased amount of guys she talked to you about.

 But you just weren't looking for a guy right now. The last thing you need this year is another distraction from finally getting your degree and finishing uni.

"Y/F/N, he sounds great, but I'm just not interested, okay?", you said gently, but your tone left no room for argument, and judging by the way the light in your friend's eyes dimmed slightly, a small pout growing on her face, you knew she understood there's no point to continue this conversation.

"Okay", she sighed defeatedly, and you smile at her thankfully, returning to your previous lying position, and the two of you ditched the topic, moving on to see some cheesy rom-com on Netflix.

Unfortunately, your best friend ditched the topic for exactly two days. Since then, she brought up that freaking dance instructor every day for the next two weeks, stopping when you called her out for it only to continue the next day. 

Maybe it's the annoyance that brings you to say yes, or the notion that actually going on a bad date will prove to your best friend that there's no point to meddle in your life. Either way, much to your best friend's happiness, you agree to go on a coffee date with him.

You tug on your ripped blue jeans, feeling slightly uncomfortable in your unusually attractive fit. You don't even remember when was the last time you dressed up for someone, although you had to admit it was refreshing to look good for once, and not feel like a couch potato in the same sweatpants and blank t-shirts.

It's a pretty day today, the perfect day to grab a coffee at a local coffee shop with a friend or a significant other, and it's kind of sad that you're going to be wasting your time on some guy who will never want you for another date.

You cross the street, heading towards the cafe where you know Hoseok is waiting, and ignore the painful churning in your stomach and the constant buzz of your phone, signaling becoming messages from your BFF, who's probably reminding you to be nice and text her the second you get out of there. 

The cafe is one you visit many times with your friend, a cozy shop with small round tables, potted plants and soft jazz music in the background. You push open the door to the store, the familiar bell signaling your arrival, and wave at the workers you already came to know, who smile back at you before continuing with their jobs.

Your friend described Hoseok as tall and lean, with brown hair and eyes that crinkle when he smiles, so you look around, searching for a matching face and freezing when you spot it. But that can't be him. He's way too hot to be on a blind date with you.

The man is sitting in the far end of the coffee shop, the golden light streaming through the large glass windows giving his tanned skin an angelic shine. He's scrolling through his phone, a small pout on his full lips, and his hair is a dark brown, almost black, parted in the middle and streaming down his face in shiny waves. 

There are silver glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and he's wearing olive green wide denim pants, tucked into an oversized t-shirt that did nothing to hide his small waist and bulging biceps. All in all, he was a total snack. And way out of your league.

But another glance at the cafe proves to you that, despite the absurdity of the situation, this guy was your only option, unless Y/F/N set you up with a grandma or a black-haired teen, which wouldn't surprise you as much as it should.

You feel your heart practically beat its way out of your chest, the need to run out of the coffee shop and back into your safe apartment growing the more you look at the handsome man. But that wouldn't be fair, not to your friend or your date. So you stay.

Gathering all the courage you have left, you walk hesitantly towards the table, the young man not noticing you yet, his eyes still fixed on his phone where he is typing away furiously. You clear your throat awkwardly. "Hello."

The dark-haired man in front of you startles from his daze, snapping wide brown eyes to you, before breaking into an unexpectedly bright grin, showing off two rows of straight white teeth and an adorable dimple.

"You must be Y/N!", he exclaims, getting out of his seat to shake your hand enthusiastically, the glimmer in his eyes not disappearing for a second. "I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-hope if you like."

You nod shyly, the other's bright attitude and overflowing charisma taking you by surprise, and let the young man pull your chair out for you dramatically, a small smile making its way on your face as you slide into the comfortable seat.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you, I was just taking care of some work-related things", he explains with a guilty expression, and you shake your head quickly. "It's all good", you say, waving your hand dismissively, and your heart beat rises slightly when the other's worried expression turns into a wide smile once again, J-hope sighing in relief.

"So, you're a dance instructor, right?", you ask as a way to start the conversation, noting the way J-hope's eyes turn impossibly bright at your question, an unmistakable passion glimmering in his eyes. 

You listen as J-hope explains to you all about how he got to his career, why he loves it so much and where he wants to go with it in the future. To your surprise, you listen with fascination, J-hope's excitement and sincerity captivating you completely. It was obvious dancing was the only career for him.

You have to admit that he's adorable, with his cute hand gestures and face expressions, and he's a complete gentleman as well, ordering for you first and asking you about your major and what you want to be doing in the future with so much interest, you actually start to believe that you have something to tell.

The conversation never seems to die down, the two of you talking passionately about the most random topics for what seems like hours, the sun slowly setting without you even noticing, the food you ordered also forgotten. 

You think it's the most you've laughed for a while with someone who wasn't Y/F/N, and the most you've talked about yourself so openly, but you can't seem to mind when Hoseok smiles at you like that, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he stares at you with something scarily close to fondness.

When you finally exit the shop it's already pretty late, the last birds chirping their goodbyes and people already coming back home from work, the roads filled with cars and crowds of fast-walking men and women.

The two of you walk side-by-side after Hoseok insists on escorting you to your car, despite his being the opposite direction, and it dawns on you that you actually would really, really like another date with this charming man.

"Actually…", you're already in front of your small red Jeep when Hoseok speaks up, and for the first time today he looks insecure, his gaze flitting away from your face and to the black asphalt. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"

There's a hidden meaning behind his question, a hope for more than just one date, and you're so happy you could dance right now, but you stop yourself, instead smiling so wide you think you break your jaw. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Kim Namjoon:

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", you ask Y/F/N hesitantly for the tenth time, your hand hovering over the doorknob as you await her response. 

Your best friend snorts, rolling her eyes slightly at your overly worried behaviour. "For the last time, it's okay. I'm honestly surprised he asked you out only last week considering he's been drooling all over you since we became friends.", she says sarcastically, a mischievous smile on her delicate face, and you blush furiously, pushing her weakly as revenge.

Going on a date with your best friend's brother was pretty awkward, but it seemed like you were the only one sharing that thought. Y/F/N looks scarily nonchalant right now, standing by the door in her unicorn onesie, her brown hair tied into a messy bun, sipping on her cup of coffee, like she always does in the morning. 

Namjoon and you met when your best friend invited you over to a family barbecue a few years ago. It was the first time you were going to meet her family, and you already knew she had an older brother and two more younger siblings. But your excuse of a best friend never told you that her older brother was amazingly attractive and a perfect gentleman.

The fat crush you have on Namjoon was probably there since the first day you set eyes on his face, with the adorable dimples and the melanin skin, but you pushed it down, knowing that falling in love with your best friend's brother was just plain wrong. 

But how could you not fall in love with him, when he was everything you ever wanted in a guy? Intelligent, a good listener, handsome, a hard worker and a family guy, always looking out for his parents and younger siblings. 

Honestly, you had no idea he felt the same, even if you caught him sending you soft smiles when he thought you weren't looking, or staring at your lips when you talked, but you ignored these moments, excusing it as attraction and nothing more.

When Namjoon asked you out, after two and half years of you knowing each other, your best friend already knew about it, since he wanted to ask for her permission to take you out. Just when you thought you couldn't be more in love with him.

You hug your friend one last time, tightly, as a sign of gratitude and maybe also apology, and she hugs you back just as tight, even if she laughs and says teasingly: "Just go already."

So you go, shutting the door behind you and walking towards the elevator of your building, your stomach filled with butterflies as you enter the empty elevator, pressing on the first floor.

You stare at your reflection in the large mirrors, anxiously tugging at your checkered plaid skirt, which you thought went well with the cream-colored sweater you had on, but now doubts fill your head, and you curse silently, turning away from your image.

Rushing out of the elevator, you spot Namjoon waiting in the lobby of your apartment building, rocking on his heels as he whistles a tune absentmindedly, his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.

He looks handsome like always, wearing beige slacks that compliment his long legs, a white shirt and a green denim jacket to top off the look, and his dirty blonde hair is perfectly combed to show his forehead, soft strands framing his sculptured face.

Before you can even reach him, Namjoon notices you, his brown eyes widening and a smile adorning his lips, the deep dimples in his cheeks popping out. "Y/N!"

You smile when you reach the other, walking into his outstretched arms, the gentle, protective hug he gives you warming your heart, and you let your own hands wrap around his strong torso, standing on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck, so you can smell the nice scent of his cologne, sandalwood and blueberries.

"Hey", you say when you break the hug, still standing close enough to feel the body heat radiating from the taller man, see the warmth twinkling in his brown orbs. "Where are we going today?"

"I thought we'd just take a walk. I know a really nice place not so far from here, and I bought sandwiches in case we get hungry", he adds with an adorable smile, waving a small metal container, and you laugh at the pride in his face, knowing Namjoon was literally banned from the kitchen in his family's house, since that one time he made the toaster explode.

"I love that idea", you say honestly, your own wide grin splitting your face, and you can't help but add with a teasing tone: "And I can't wait to taste your sandwiches."

The two of you start walking then, and it's the perfect weather outside, a beautiful morning in the fall, when there's this chilliness in the air, but the sun is still shining from above, so you can still walk peacefully without worrying too much about a coat or heavy clothing.

You walk for something like ten minutes until you reach a pretty park you've never seen before, despite it being so close to your home. It's quiet, with a simple brick trail leading into it, wooden benches and an assortment of trees, the green almost blinding in the midst of the hustling city around you.

The two of you spend time talking, something you would gladly do all day with Namjoon, his smart takes on life and his opinions on the most trivial matters all fascinating to you, giving you whole other points of view you never considered. 

When you get tired and hungry, you sit down on one of the benches, and Namjoon opens the small container he brought, taking out two delicious looking sandwiches with salami and a bunch of vegetables, the bread almost bursting from the generous amount.

The two of you eat, the conversation not ceasing for a second, and you're enjoying this way too much, loving the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you two, the chirp of the birds and the absence of people.

"I hate to do this, but I have a shift soon, so we should start heading back", Namjoon says sorrowfully when the sun is already in the middle of the sky, his eyes showing actual sadness at the thought of this date ending, and you can't help but feel the same, a small pout growing on your lips. 

"Of course. It's been hours anyway.", you say, putting on a cheerful smile that probably seems forced, because Namjoon smiles at you fondly, getting up from the bench before taking your hand hesitantly in his, the warmth of it seeping through your skin, tightening his hold around you when you don't pull back.

"I'll take you back home", the older says gently, and you let him pull you up, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your dark hair as you start walking again, back to the entrance to the park.

When you reach the entrance of your building, it seems like there's many unsaid words hovering between the two of you, Namjoon avoiding your eyes while you bite your lip shyly, playing with your long fingers.

"I had a great time today", Namjoon says after a few more moments of silence. "And I'd really like to take you out again.", he continues, a cute blush forming on his cheeks as he stutters nervously. "If you'd like to, of course."

"I'd love to", you breathe out, and Namjoon grins, relieved, pulling on your interlocked arms to close the space between the two of you, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, so soft you think you might have imagined it. 

When he pulls back, you're pretty sure the two of you look like some teenagers in high school, blushing furiously. Namjoon studies you for a moment, eyes warm, before saying: "I'm really lucky I met you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Park Jimin:

When your best friend said her friend, a music major like her who she met through the university, was coming over to study, you expected a shy young man, maybe with round glasses, lean and tall, wearing plaid shirts and baggy jeans.

You didn't expect him to have silver hair, a muscular body easily seen through his purposely tight clothes, and full pink lips that curved into a flirty smile. Said music major knocked on your front door wearing a dangerous all-black outfit, skinny jeans, a tight golf sweater and a leather jacket, and he looked like a mafia leader in a drama, if it weren't for the colorful notebooks in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin. Is Y/F/N here?", the young man said with a surprisingly sweet voice, his dark eyes examining you closely before flitting back to meet your wide eyes. 

You gulp, hating yourself for answering the door wearing freaking checkered sweatpants that you should probably burn, and a loose gray shirt that made you look like a sack. And let's not even talk about the bird nest on top of your head.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah, she's in her room", you stutter, feeling your cheeks burn when the man smirks at your awkward behaviour, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Thanks", he says simply, sending you an adorable eye smile, the complete opposite of the sexy smirk from seconds ago, before disappearing down the hallway, with you staring at his broad back dumbly until he disappeared from view.

Since that day, Jimin came to your apartment frequently, Y/F/N smiling slyly whenever she mentioned how eager her classmate was to come over, something he never wanted before.

You and Jimin's talks were limited to the usual greetings and the occasional small talk when your best friend would get stuck in the bathroom, something she seemed to do more and more frequently as time passed.

You did learn however, that the intimidating aura Jimin first gave off when you met him, was nothing like his personality. Sure, he was flirty, randomly throwing you compliments about how beautiful you are that make your face explode, but he was mostly a giggly softie, almost baby-like in his behaviour, with his cute gestures and way of talking.

Apparently, unlike your best friend who specializes in a variety of instruments, Jimin was a dancer and a singer, and you actually saw him performing one time, from a video Y/F/N sent you when he was practicing, and it was honestly jaw-dropping. The more you knew Jimin, the more you liked him, and it was a big problem considering he was way out of your league.

So when Jimin shows up one evening at your apartment, wearing a huge green bomber jacket and ripped jeans, his nose red from the cold and now-brown hair covered in a black beanie, you can't help but be slightly confused.

"Y/F/N's not here right now", you say apologetically, concealing your surprise that Jimin came here without talking to your friend beforehand, the opposite of his usually organized behaviour.

"Actually, I came here for you", Jimin says with a sly smile, and you blanch, staring at him for a second dumbfoundedly before saying dumbly: "Oh."

Jimin seems to notice your helplessness, because he smiles at you gently, motioning vaguely at the inside of your house. "Can I come in? It's really cold outside."

"Oh! Of course, sorry.", you blush, muttering more apologizes as you move aside, letting Jimin enter the house and trying to ignore the way his hand brushes yours on the way in. 

Jimin entered the house, sitting down on the comfortable gray couch in your small living room, and looked at you almost nervously before clearing his throat, his fingers fiddling restlessly on his lap as he waited for you to take a seat in front of him.

"So… Are you coming to the music major performance next week?", Jimin starts, his voice hopeful as he looks at you with wide brown eyes, the sight so adorable you almost coo.

The end of the year performance of the music majors is basically the biggest event of the year, to them and to everyone else. Their participants and their performance is crucial to their grade, so it's a really big deal. Y/F/N had been practicing day and night for weeks now, walking around your apartment like a zombie who lives on espresso. You assume that Jimin wasn't any better.

"Of course I am. There's literally no excuse except death that'll make Y/F/N forgive me for not coming.", you snort, and Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling. "Right, stupid of me to even ask."

You talk for a few more minutes about the performance before Jimin seems to get nervous again, the continuous movements of his hands returning, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"You good? It looks like you're hiding something.", you ask, voice teasing but tinged with worry, and Jimin sighs heavily, cracking his knuckles before looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you'd be my date? For the after party. All the music majors go to a nice bar in the city, and I thought if you'd like to come with me…", Jimin's nervous rambling turns into a quiet murmur by the end of the sentence, his cheeks sporting a light blush as he avoids your eyes.

You stare at him, not quite understanding the situation. Park Jimin, the heartthrob of the campus, your best friend's friend, and the most talented man you've ever met, was asking you out. 

Jimin's awkward cough is what snaps you out of your shock, meeting his expectant eyes with your own wide ones. "Yeah, I'll go with you.", you manage to say, your cheeks reddening when Jimin breaks into an attractive smile, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Damn, you really had me worried there", he says with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his shiny brown hair, the strands falling over his eyes messily, and you giggle, looking down at your lap.

The two of you end up talking some more, the night flying by as you Jimin tells you about the upcoming performance, which is rumored to be the best one since the university was first opened. When he finally leaves, sending you a sweet smile as he exits your apartment, you can't wait for next week to come.

And now you were here, your throat hurting from all the screams that came out of it during the performance, the images of a sweaty black-haired Jimin, wearing a see-through white mesh shirt and black dress pants, hugging his strong thighs perfectly, not leaving your mind for a second.

Y/F/N was amazing as well, obviously, and you gave her a bucket of red roses she probably already saw that morning as a congratulatory gift, but she still smiles gratefully and hugs you tightly, her face practically shining with happiness.

"Y/N!", you turn at the sound of the soft voice, grinning when you see an excited Jimin skipping his way to you, now changed into a loose denim shirt and his familiar black skinny jeans.

You don't hesitate to leap at him, ignoring the smell of sweat still clinging to his skin or the fact that any other day you would never act so bold. "You were amazing today. Seriously, Jimin I'm speechless", you mumble into his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he laughs, his own hands encircling your small waist. 

"Thank you. I'm really happy you're here.", he says honestly, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes, his arms not leaving your waist.

The two of you go with the rest of the music majors to a bar in a bus the school rented for the night, the whole ride filled with excited chatter and scream of happiness. You sit in the back between Jimin and Y/F/N, happily listening to them talk about the performance, still high on the adrenaline.

The bar is a small, nice place, with good music and clean wooden tables, formally dressed barmen treating customers with an assortment of different alcohols. 

Y/F/N goes to sit with the rest of her classmates, after sending you a not so discreet wink and a pat on the ass, leaving you and Jimin alone by a table in the side of the room, Jimin ordering the two of you bottles of soju and glasses of champagne.

You spend the night talking with Jimin, and then after you get drunk, laughing stupidly about nothing and everything, leaning on the young man's shoulder when you get tired, the late hour having its effect on you.

"Let's get you home, hmm?", you hear the older mumble next to your ear, and then there are strong arms picking you up carefully, making sure not to jostle you too much, and Jimin's sturdy figure supports you gently as you walk out of the bar slowly. 

The ride home is rather quiet, with you leaning on Jimin the whole way home, your head buried in the crook of his neck and his hand wrapped around your shoulder gently, humming a soft tune into your hair.

Jimin takes you all the way to your apartment, going as far as opening the door for you, before he brings you in for a sweet hug, rubbing your back gently. "I had a lot of fun today", he mumbles above your head, and you hum, pulling back to look him in the eye.

"I hope this isn't a one time thing", your tipsy self says with confidence you could never have, and Jimin chuckles, brushing a dark strand of hair away from your eyes carefully. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Kim Taehyung:

"So, where are you going to meet the guy?", Y/F/N asks curiously, following you out of the bathroom where you were combing your wet black hair and into your bedroom, trying to match her walking to your hurried strides.

"He suggested we go to some famous art gallery in the city", you say half-mindedly, struggling to pull up your leather knee high boots as your friend whistles lowly with appreciation beside you. "Damn, he's a man with taste."

You nod, barely hearing your friend as you look at your reflection in the mirror, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you went too far with your outfit, the short black dress and long beige trench coat suddenly feeling like too much.

"You look great", your friend interrupts your thoughts, her excited expression now changing into a more understanding one, her eyes glistening with comfort. "First online dates are always nerve-wracking.", she adds knowingly, patting your hair gently with a soft smile before exiting the room and letting you finish freaking out by yourself.

Online dating was terrifying, you have to admit. When you first saw the picture of the model-like man on your Tinder, asking for you to swipe right, you were hesitant. Men like this don't need dating apps to get girls, that's for sure, so you were scared he was just another guy who uses a picture of some hot dude as his own, trying to lure women into his trap.

You probably would have let him go too, if it wasn't for his bio that piqued your interest. Apparently, the guy did modeling as a part-time job, and he was also an "independent artist", knowing how to sing and play a few instruments. He was a dog person and his dream is to design clothes, and his other hobbies are: sightseeing, photography, and painting. 

Anyone who has just a bit of sense would never miss out on a guy like that, so you swipe right on this Taehyung guy and hope that he's not a fraud. The two of you start talking through the app, and he sends you a lot of selfies of him and his dog, Yeontan, giving you more confidence that he was actually who he said he was.

Now, after you've been talking for a few months, he finally suggested going out for a first date, which made you extremely stressed. From texts alone, Taehyung seemed like a talented, kind, funny young man, and you had great chemistry, your conversations always filled with passion, even when it came to the weirdest topics, but that can change completely when you actually meet.

You sigh, making your way out of your apartment building, hugging your coat closer to you when another wind raises goosebumps on your tanned skin as you wait for a taxi to arrive.

The ride to the gallery takes a bit of time, so you text Taehyung quickly, telling him you're on your way and he responds saying he's already there, suggesting you meet by the entrance of the museum.

When you reach the destination, you thank the taxi driver, quickly handing him the money you owed him before exiting the car, your eyes immediately searching for Taehyung's tall form while you walk towards the fancy building, the interior lit with bright lights.

"Taehyung-ssi?", you ask hesitantly when you reach a man with a white mask on his face, fluffy dark hair barely showing thick eyebrows and soft brown eyes. He's wearing something you would imagine Taehyung, the fashion expert, would wear: mustard-colored slacks, a light gray knit sweater, a checkered scarf and a long dark-grey coat, nearly brushing his ankles.

"Y/N?", the man says with a voice so deep it sends shivers down your spine, and you gulp, nodding shyly at the man, who takes off his mask to reveal his face after hearing your positive answer.

Somehow, Taehyung is even more handsome face-to-face, and you feel yourself blush even more when you're met with the guy for the first time, merely a feet away from you. You can't help but admire the golden skin, the pretty mole on his nose, the perfect nose and the inviting heart-shaped lips, awed by the fact that you met this god through a dating app.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N", Taehyung says with a small smile, and the only thing you can do is agree, still mesmerized by the other's sheer beauty. "Shall we go in?", he asks, pointing at the museum with a slender hand, and you nod once again, following him into the large building.

The two of you walk slowly, talking in hushed voices as you enter the gallery, where more people are already admiring the variety of works, from art critics holding pen and paper to couples walking with hands interlocked, flitting from piece to piece with admiring eyes.

To your relief, there isn't an awkward atmosphere, the conversation between the two of you going great once you loosen up a bit. Taehyung asks a lot of questions you didn't discuss online, and also brings up topics that he wants to know your opinion about, along with saying his thoughts on the different art works, where Taehyung got to show off his obviously wide knowledge, talking to you about textures, and colors, and more things you don't understand, but interest you nevertheless.

Taehyung tells you about how he also paints here and there, amongst his other interests, going by the artistic name 'V', a symbol of success and victory, and you're fascinated by the man in front of you, who seems so thoughtful and intelligent, yet somewhat innocent, with his sparkly puppy eyes and curious nature.

When you finally exit the gallery, it's close to closing time, and the two of you head down the street, not wanting the night to end quite yet, so you go buy a cup of green tea from a small, cozy store close to the museum. You sit on one of the empty tables in the shop, sipping on the piping hot liquid and letting more time pass by as you laugh and chat.

"Text me when you get home, okay?", Taehyung says when you slide into the cab, a small frown on his face, clearly not pleased by the fact the two of you are parting ways. Not that you're any better, but his worry warms your heart, and you smile, an idea popping in your head.

"How about you give me your number?", you suggest shyly, before adding stupidly. "In case something happens… It's faster, you know?"

Taehyung chuckles at that, and the sound is so hot and lovely you can feel yourself burning up, the other nodding his head with a boxy smile you came to be obsessed with. "Definitely. That's a great idea."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Are you ready to go?", the soft voice makes you raise your head up from where you're packing your things into your small leather bag, meeting Jungkook's slightly nervous doe eyes, a shy smile on his pink lips.

"Yeah", you smile at the other gently, slinging your bag on one shoulder before walking over to the young man, admiring the way Jungkook's eyes sparkle when he looks at you, following your movements carefully, a habit of his since you met.

When you first started your chemistry class, you didn't understand why the university's bad boy was staring at you all the time, with dark eyes and a serious expression. It was rather intimidating, especially after you heard the whispered rumors of him breaking girls' hearts wherever he went, so you immediately thought he hated you.

Jeon Jungkook was the typical hot emo guy, the kind who girls love to fall for, even more because it seems hopeless, every woman wanting to be the one to steal his heart and get him out of his private bubble. He always came to class with earphones deep in his ears, ignoring the looks from the rest of the thirsty, or just plain curious, students, wearing all-black outfits, his long dark hair falling over his eyes in soft waves.

He hardly spoke in class, and it didn't seem like he listened too much either, most of the time with his earphones in, or doodling something on his notebook. Yet, you accidentally saw his test once when the teacher was passing by, and it was a straight A. Basically, Jeon Jungkook was a mystery, one you did your best not to fall for. The last thing you wanted was to be like the rest of his crazy fangirls on campus.

So imagine your surprise when Jungkook came up to you after class, running a hand through his black hair, probably a nervous habit of his, as he stopped in front of your desk, his aura screaming discomfort.

"Um… hi", you said when the young man didn't make a move to say anything, instead just staring at you with wide eyes, feet tapping against the floor as if he was ready to run any second now.

Your voice seemed to startle the other from his daze, and he blinked owlishly, gulping hard before blatantly asking: "Do you want to go out with me?"

You stared at the other, frozen, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, your beating heart proving to you that despite how much you tried, Jeon Jungkook still managed to slither his way into your feelings effortlessly. "Excuse me?"

"Do you want to go out with me?", Jungkook repeated, more confidently now, his eyes locked with yours, hard on the outside but also showing vulnerability, fear of rejection, and everything suddenly makes sense. 

The fact that Jeon Jungkook avoided you even more than he avoided others, the constant staring, the blushing when your eyes accidentally met or when you sat next to him in the back row. It was all because he liked you. How ironic. 

And the thing is, you now fully understood that you like him, too. Talking with him solidified the feelings you were pushing away, so you took a deep breath before smiling gently and saying: "Yes."

Jungkook's eyes widened then, as if he didn't actually expect you to say yes, as if you were the university's heartthrob and not the other way around, as if he wasn't the most endearing person on the planet, with his surprised Pikachu face and his tattooed hands clenched into a small fists, his nerves getting the best of him.

And then Jeon Jungkook broke into a smile, one that you hadn't gotten the opportunity to see since the start of the year, and your heart positively melted in your chest, the cute bunny teeth and the crinkling eyes too much to handle. 

"Okay", he breathed out, playing with the strap of his black backpack for a second before raising his head to you. "So… I'll see you tomorrow?", he asked hesitantly, and it felt like the awkward air around you finally cleared away, after half a year of stolen glances and hidden thoughts. 

"Yeah.", you smiled widely, and Jungkook eyes seemed to soften even more, the high walls around them finally crumbling down, and he waved at you one last time, almost shyly, before disappearing in the hallway, leaving you alone with your frantically beating heart and blushing cheeks.

And now here you are, after a two more weeks where you and Jungkook sat next to each other every class, managing to attract the attention of the whole campus, who wondered how Y/L/N Y/N, the most average girl, succeeded in winning over Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, you were wondering the same thing.

Jeon Jungkook was nothing like the cold-hearted lone wolf everyone made him out to be. He just happened to be really shy, but he had a few close friends who he introduced to you one day at lunch, and next to them he was another person, one that laughs a lot and acts silly and gets babied all the time for being the youngest in the group.

Jungkook takes you on your first date to a fair, which is perfect for both of you, since you both happen to like thrills and competitions rather than a candle-lit dinner. You go there in Jungkook's black Toyota jeep, singing to the pop music playing on the radio and talking about what you'll do first when you reach the fair.

You fix your striped black-and-white crop top and denim shorts when you exit the car, the heat of mid August hitting you the second you get away from the refreshing air conditioner in the vehicle, and you huff, thankful for your short clothes.

Jungkook is dressed comfortably as well, adding a pop of color to his usually all-black fit by matching his oversized black shirt with ripped blue jeans that hug his thighs in all the right ways, and brown Timberlands. 

"Where should we go first?", he asks you after closing the car door, the sun reflecting on his shiny hair as he walks towards you with light steps, his eyes twinkling with undeniable excitement. 

You look at all the attractions in the fair: a huge ferris wheel, various food stands, a stage for musical acts, horses, all sorts of games and arts and crafts. "Everything looks fun", you say honestly, and Jungkook hums in agreement before grinning at you. "Let's check it out!"

The two of you enter the fair, walking close enough for your hands to brush, going to whatever happens to catch your eyes, with you pulling an amused Jungkook to pet a bunch of fluffy rabbits, cooing softly at the adorable animals while your classmate stares at you fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You do every game in the park, and because Jungkook is a competitive ass, he wins you every prize in the fair, your hands filled to the brim with plushies and keychains. You go the different rides, sitting close together on the Ferris wheel, your thighs pressed together, looking with awe at all the ant-people scurrying around and the orange sun starting to set in the horizon.

The atmosphere is light and humorous, Jungkook being the funniest person you've ever met and a crackhead in disguise, and there isn't a full moment, Jungkook going as far as participating in a hot-dog eating contest, beating a bunch of 5 year old kids with a trumphiant expression. 

"I'm so tired", Jungkook comments when the two of you are sitting on the soft grass, eating cream doughnuts sold only in the fair, the sun already halfway drowned in the ocean, the last rays tickling your skin gently. 

"Me too", you agree, brushing the powdered sugar off your fingers, and staring at the slowly emptying park, the different stands already starting to close, ready to open again tomorrow.

"Y/N…", Jungkook starts hesitantly after a few more minutes of silence, and you turn to him expectantly, meeting his soft brown eyes with your own. "I just wanted you to know… I really like you. And I hope you'll let me take you out again."

You think about Jungkook, who was acting like the perfect gentleman the whole day, making sure you weren't too hot, making you laugh continuously and paying for everything. "I like you too, Kookie. A lot."

BTS when you initiate skinship:

Seokjin:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoseok:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namjoon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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