Stressed Jimin

Stressed Jimin

It’s gonna hurt, you have been warned.

Warnings: None

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: Jimin has a tendency to overwork himself. But today he reached his limit and luckily you were there to pick him up and take him home.

Word count: 569

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“The comeback is soon. I have to work harder. I have to finish at least this part by today” Were the words clouding Jimin’s mind.

He had been working since 9 that morning and the time had reached 2 am. He had just recorded his part for the new title track. He had been trying to learn the choreography for the chorus all afternoon. He didn’t eat much to make it easier for him to dance. But he had already reached his limit for today.

He let out loud groans of frustration, before burying his face in his hands. He was tired, hungry, sweaty and upset.

“It looked so easy before. Why do I keep tripping?” He had already lost his patience.

“Why, why, why, why WHY???” He yelled.

He pushed his hair away from his face, breathing in and out trying to calm himself down but failed.

And that’s how you found him. Sitting in a corner. Curled up, like the small ball of sunshine he is. But as soon as he raised his head to find the source of the sound, his puffy eyes met yours.

He had anxiety written all over his face. You had to admit you were expecting to face something like this. It was 2 am after all. Jimin wasn’t at the dorms and hadn’t come over to your house. You already knew what this meant and rushed here to collect your angel boy.

He buried his face is his hands again and you could feel your heart break at the sight.

You quickly rushed to him, pulling him into your arms. He didn’t hug back but didn’t resist.

“Hey, baby, breathe. Come on. Match up your breathing with mine okay? Come on” You whispered to his ear breathing loudly, so he can at least try to do so too

He mimicked your pace of breathing and slowly wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Relax. You can do it. You have tomorrow. You still have time, don’t pressure yourself more. You’re done for today. You’ve done more than enough for today and-”

“No it’s not enough. I’ve only recorded something and haven’t finished the chorus yet. I still have things to do” He started to panic again.

Luckily, you had experience from your own panic attacks and knew how to handle it.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Look at me.” You said and he slowly raised his head and locked eyes with you.

“You’ve done more than enough. ARMYs are extremely understanding. They know you try to be perfect for them.”

“But I’m-” You sighed.

“If they saw you like this because of them, it would hurt them. Do you want to hurt them?”

“No, I-”

“Then you’ve done enough for today. It’s time to stop.” I cut him off. (iT’s TiMe To StOp)

“Okay” he sighed and got up to collect his things.

He followed behind you, until you reached your car. He climbed in the passenger’s seat and buckled up.

You started the car and it wasn’t even five minutes, before you heard light snoring coming from him. You stopped at a red sign and looked at him.

“Why are you so hard on yourself?” You said even though you knew he didn’t hear you.

You pushed his hair away from his face and sighed, before the light turned green and you started driving to your house again.  

A kind stranger in London

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

Summary: You absolutely love photography. And apparently so does the stranger you meet. Communication is hard when one person isn't fluent in the language, but you two could make it work.

Word count: 1.4k (1482)

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Photography had always been my secret interest. I avoided showing anyone the photos took but they were definitely better than the average.

I love taking pictures of things I consider beautiful. Like flowers. Or beautiful sceneries. (Pun)

When I get in the mood to shoot photos there’s only one way to deal with this.

A walk around London bridge.

Getting ready didn’t take me more than ten minutes. I grabbed my camera, my phone and my keys and left.

I reached the London bridge and started looking around for things to shoot.(Tae in interviews be like: I wanna shooting America street yeah great view)

Pictures of flowers filled my camera roll really quick.

I couldn't take a nice picture of the sunset, since I missed it, trying to take a picture of a small bug.

Well, I guess I should go back home then.

As I started walking away from the bridge, I heard loud voices of foreigners behind me.

It was a group of seven boys having fun.

They were around the middle of the bridge for a while, before they started walking towards the other end of the bridge to leave.

I was few steps in front of them and sat down on a bench to watch them converse happily. I looked at them having fun, speaking loudly and enjoying their time. 

I noticed that one of them was taking pictures, just like I did a few moments. He looked at the spot where I found the bug but he didn’t take a picture. 

He had probably seen me trying to take a nice photo and wanted to do so himself too.

I smiled at the beautiful scene and hid behind a bush, to take a picture of the attractive excited man.

Sadly, I had forgotten my flash on, so when I took the photo, my camera made a sound and my flash almost blinded the poor man.

His head shot up to look at me and my blushing face appeared from behind the bush, as I started apologising.

At least, the rest hadn't realised what happened, because that would have been way more awkward.

"I'm sorry, it was just a beautiful moment, I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission but I was gonna show you it and-"

"I don't speak good english. Can you speak more slush?" He said and I looked back at him, also confused. (again one of the iconic things tae has said in English)

"Slush?"

"Slowly" he replied after he found the right word.

"Ah yes. Again, I'm sorry for taking a pic without asking" I said slower this time.

"It's okay. Can I see the photo?" He told me in broken english.

"Yes if course. I will delete it, if you don't want me to have it" I quickly said and mentally face-palmed, as he shot me another confused look.

"Nothing. I'll show you" was the last thing I said, before giving him my camera.

He saw the photo, but I didn't realise he started checking the rest of them until he started letting small ooh's.

He stopped at a picture I had taken of myself close to the spot we were standing.

"This photo... nice... I can help you take other picture like this" I didn’t know whether to trust him with my precious camera or just say ‘no’ and leave, but he had soft puppy eyes that i just couldn’t bring myself to refuse.

I nodded my head and he smiled, as he handed me my camera back and took out his own.

I looked at him confused, before I saw him taking out his camera. 

Ahh now I can keep my baby and not give it to him.

At this point his friends had probably realised that he was missing, but they didn't say anything to him.

I could see them in the corner of my eye standing closer to the bridge than to us, but they still kept an eye on the man.

"Stand like the photo, please" he said and placed the camera in front of his eyes to fix the focus of it.

The difference would be that I took the photo in the morning and now it was almost night and dark, but I hoped he knew what he was doing.

The sound of the camera clicking was loud enough for me to hear it. Luckily he didn't use flash. I hate it when a camera flashes in front of my eyes, as I not only blink, but also tear up.

I let out a small sigh and a 'Luckily no flash' and he let a small giggle, probably having heard of it.

"No flash. Not in face" he said and waved his left hand in a way that said 'no'.

He took a few more pictures from different angles and then stood up to show me.

He stood next to me and handed me the camera.

I could tell he was anxious to see if I would like it.

As I started checking them I realised that compared to him, I was really not talented at all.

This man was extremely good at it. The pictures he took were amazing.

"I usually don't like pictures of myself, but I have to admit you're good, um..." I trailed off realising I didn't know his name.

“Your name?”

"Taehyung Kim" he said and stuck out his hand for me to shake it.

"(y/n) (y/l/n)" I felt his large, soft hand envelope mine.

"These photos...you are beautiful and...they are nice photos" he said and I realised that his english got only a bit worse, probably the anxiety was mutual at this point. 

"Thank you. And you did a great job. They are beautiful photos because of you." And he smiled at my words, before placing his camera in his jacket’s pocket and pointing at mine.

"Can you shoot photos of me?" He seemed so excited, I couldn't say no.

"I'm not good, but I'll try" I said and he started posing.

This man was so photogenic. All the photos I took looked great. The angles were okay, but I realised that, what I was taking pictures of, was what actually made them beautiful and the technique didn’t play such an important role.

After taking a lot of pictures of him sitting, he stood and looked at the camera. My camera roll was probably full, but I continued photographing the young man.

But as minutes passed, he probably starting getting bored, because he started doing random funny faces, before he suddenly started walking towards me.

He took the camera out of my hands and shot a few pictures of us. I didn’t even get to react at least.

I tried to get it back, but he held it high and I couldn't reach it.

His laugh was loud in my ear, as he continued making fun of me for my height. 

I pretended to get upset and turned my back to him with a small pout.

He said something in a foreign language that sounded a lot like the word 'cute'.

He placed his chin on my shoulder and placed the camera in front of me so we could see the pictures we took.

It took us a few minutes, as we were laughing at the funny ones, before we saw the normal ones of him that I took.

"Wow. Really nice photo. I want the photos" he said.

"Um I could print them for you and give you the copies" I suggested.

"But, I don't think I can do this now" I realised and started thinking of what I could do.

"Yes. Give me your number and go to cafe with me tomorrow" he said and had already taken out his phone opening it.

His background was 7 people, I guessed it was his friends and him.

"Of course" I said and typed my number and he called so I could also have his number. (Tae @ Grammys be like: of courseu)

Voices came from, this time closer to us and he realised that he had left his friends for almost an hour like that.

"Taehyung ah" said a short one before continuing saying something in their language.

He yelled something back to him as a reply and then turned to me with a small smile.

"I will call you tonight to tell you time we meet" luckily I got what he was trying to say and nodded.

"Okay" was my reply, before he pulled me in a small hug and yelled a 'Good bye' and started walking towards his friends.

I said goodbye back and started walking.

His friends' voices were loud and teasing and I guess they were asking him about us.

He was obviously trying to make them quiet down a bit, but they kept yelling and laughing as he turned red.

He turned back to look at me, gave me a small wave and I waved back.

His friends looked my way and I looked away turning red too.

I can't wait to see him tomorrow.

Stressed Jin x reader

GIVE MY PRINCE MORE LINES THE FUCKKK?

Warning: You might get upset bc Seokjin never has lines and if you’re sensitive to this, then good bc so am I, so, go on and read this shit, nobody writes good stuff for jin so we need more of those, am I right?

Summary: Jin is feeling stressed because as the group keeps having more comebacks, his lines don't seem to become more.

Word count 698

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It was just a normal day for you. Jin woke up an hour earlier than you to go to practice, gave you a small goodbye kiss as you woke up and left. You also went to work, finished a lot of things you had left and came back really tired.

“Jinnie, I’m home!” You said in a tired tone.

“In case you’re here… and I’m not talking to myself again…” You trailed off, searching the rooms but Jin was nowhere to be found.

“I guess I’m alone once again…” You sighed.

It’s normal for Jin to be late, being an idol is a blessing but also a curse, having to, practically, always work is tiring to say the least.

You changed into your comfy pyjamas, and walked to the kitchen to prepare something for Jin to eat.

Knowing after the small messages you exchanged, like an hour ago, that they had a new title song to prepare and had started recording today, you also prepared some warm tea for him to make sure his doesn’t get a sore throat.

As you were finishing up, getting ready to eat by yourself again, when you heard the door opening.

You instantly knew it was Jin by the sound of his footsteps. He let out a sigh, taking his shoes off and getting his coat off and walked towards your shared room.

You walked behind him and as soon as he heard your small footsteps behind him, he stopped in his tracks letting you back hug him.

“Hello to you too, baby” you said with a giggle, trying to lighten up his mood.

Jin groaned patting your arms, to give you the hint to let him go, before sitting on the bed.

He had the cutest pout in his face and couldn’t help but smile.

He got into his pyjamas and placed his clothes in the closet, since he hadn’t danced today before patting your back to get you to walk the kitchen with him.

“She was going to eat alone again.” He mumbled his thoughts without realizing.

“I’m terrible” He sighed and let his head rest on the table while you brought the plates with food in front of him.

You sighed, before kneeling next to him, running your hands through his hair to get his attention. He raised his head to look at you.

“Jinnie, baby, you’re not terrible, what are you saying?” His eyes widened in realization, before looking down again.

“You’re stressed, but you also seem wronged. What happened today?” You could read right through his expression and his actions. If being late was his only problem, he would have showered you in hugs and kisses, to make up for it, so it was pretty obvious something else was running through his mind.

“We have a new title song to record.” He let out.

“Please sit to eat with me” He continued and you got up, before sitting next to him, ignoring your food, your whole attention on him.

“They… I… once again… don’t have… a lot of lines…” He trailed off.

“I mean, it’s not that I’m greedy, or jealous, of course not, but ARMYs are extremely disappointed when I get literally 2 lines in songs and start saying awful things about the boys, even though they do nothing wrong. Do you understand me?” He rambled, a tear running down his cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Of course sweetie, I know what you mean and as an ARMY myself, I can say that I’m pretty disappointed when I don’t get enough of your angelic vocals.” I said with a small smile, knowing exactly the words he wanted to hear.

“Ahh you’re killing me, stooop” He whined and you giggled.

“Come on, eat and then we’ll cuddle okay?” You said and gave him a peck on the cheek, before digging into your food.

“You’re the best- WHAT? A new recipe? Yaaaahhh that tastes great, wow, you’re a great cook” He starting eating fast, almost choking on the food, as usual.

It is something he has admitted doing actually, he has said that he likes eating in way that he almost chokes on the food before swallowing it, like WTH JINNIE?

“You’ll be the death of me, stop being so perfect” He exclaimed and it seemed as if all the worries in his head had disappeared.

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Namjoon’s cute attempt to confess

Namjoon fluff x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

Summary: Even if you were awkward, Joon luckily knew exactly how to strike a conversation with you. But, your feelings for each other were undeniable and conversation wasn't always necessary to happen, if you know what I mean.

Word count: 697

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Sitting on the couch next to Joon could calm anyone down.

This man’s aura is something else. This man can solve all your problems. This man… UGH HE’S JUST SO PERFECT AND I HAVE THE MOST STUPID CRUSH ON HIM!

Sitting on the couch next to Joon is fun even if you’re not doing anything. 

At the moment we were watching a movie, which is technically doing something, even though we didn’t speak at all.

He looked so interested in watching this movie. It’s a damn Harry Potter movie and he fucking acted like he’s never seen it before. We’ve watched this movie together around 5 times, exactly because it’s my favorite one. I mean the ‘Sectumsempra’ scene with Drako got me in tears the first time. And when Harry said to Snape “I trusted you” in that pained voice… wow I felt that. But seriously why did he have to act so surprised?

The movie was finally over. I had been dying too pee, but didn’t want to leave Joon’s warm presence. Well it was just his arm around my shoulder but still, for me it was a big step.

I was never good at initiating things and always made myself look dumb in front of my crushes. I’ve gotten in relationships before and I swear and I don’t know how this miracle happened, but I knew for a fact that I had no chance with him.

I went back to the living room, Joon was still were I left him.  He gave me a small smile as I sat down next to him, awkwardly sitting inches away from where I was creating a small distance between us. Stupid me should have been more brave.

“So… what should we do?” I asked

“Um if we start another movie, it will end late and you have work tomorrow. You have to get more sleep and wake early.” He reminded. Man fuck Thursdays. (I tried to write it 3 times my brain stopped working and I wrote Thrustdays and thurstdays)

“Right…” I trailed off.

“We could just, sit here and talk.” Namjoon offered.

“Yeah” I once again trailed off. Why the hell am I so awkward?

Luckily this perfect man (that performance will be the death of me) next to me started a conversation.

One hour passed, two hours almost passed. The lights were still dim, as the both of us were bored and didn’t want to get up and turn on the light. DIM THE LIGHTS NOW BABE(in out in out in out)

We were laughing about a thing, I don’t even remember what it was.

I rested my head on his shoulder trying to stop laughing.

As I raised my head, our eyes locked and I had to force myself to keep the eye contact and not look away blushing. I failed terribly.

The smile left Namjoon’s face, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer. He tapped under my chin, to make me look at him.

He pressed his forehead against mine and nuzzled his nose with mine.  I almost fainted. I know where this is going and I’m not ready.

But I was late. His face moved lower and he pressed his lips against mine.

I could practically hear my heart skip a beat. (Listen to my heart beat. it’s beating for you (BEAT!) 2pm- Heartbeat)

Our lips moved against each other’s. I wanted to remember this moment. It was my first kiss with Joon. It was way better than any other kiss.

He placed his hand behind my neck, deepening the kiss and I shyly put my hand on his cheek.

My back was now against the couch and he had turned his body almost hovering over me.

We only pulled back to breath. We didn’t want to stop. It was obvious to the both of us that we wanted this for so long.

When we finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, panting.  He took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long.” His voice sent shivers down my spine

“So did I, Joonie” He smiled at the nickname and gave me another peck before pulling me closer. 

It was later than what I was expecting, when I reached home. Joon gave me a small goodbye kiss and went back to his house.

I’m sure I’ll not get any sleep tonight.

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I love making puns in the things I write, but sometimes they kill the mood a bit, aye?