Excuse Me, Im Her Boyfriend

“Excuse me, I’m her boyfriend”

Jealous Jackson x reader

Warning:none

Genre:Funny

(g/f/n)= guy friend name

Word count: 417

Summary: Dating Jackson can be... wild. Sometimes he's quick to act impulsively but, like he says, at least he looks good with his shirt off.

A/N: I can actually see this happening

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“Holy shit, (y/n) is that you?” A voice was heard from behind me.  “Oh my god, (g/f/n)?” I was so shocked to see my childhood best friend at the mall.

“How have you been? Wow, you’re so pretty but you lost some weight, are you healthy? Are you working somewhere? Have you met anyone special? Wow your hair is great, how are you always so pretty.” He said. “You’re like an angel.” He added and I giggled, being used to his comments, but there was someone who wasn’t really used to them. Jackson.

Jackson creeped up behind me, staring at my friend, who shot him a confused look.

“Hi, may we help you?” He asked kindly. “Ah, this is my boyfriend Jackson. Baby, this is my childhood friend, (g/f/n)” I introduced the two, completely oblivious to Jackson’s jealousy.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyways (y/n), how about I take you out to eat sometime, huh?” My friend winked and I swear I heard Jackson whine behind me.

“Um excuse me, I’m her boyfriend!” He whined, waving his hands in front of my friends face.

“Yes, honey I got that, but you’re kinda interrupting me here. Sweetheart, what do you think?” (g/f/n) completely dismissed Jackson.

“Um what? (Y/n), tell him, I’m your boyfriend, I’m right here!” Jackson whined.

“Yes, baby, he’s not stupid he got that.” I said and turned to my friend. “Of course, are you free tomorrow?” I asked and Jackson was shocked for some reason.

“What? Hello! I’m Jackson, your boyfriend, her boyfriend, you can’t just ignore me, you can’t call her angel and sweetheart, she’s mine, you can’t go out together, not tomorrow!” He whined, turning his head to look at both of us and we where so confused.

“Jackson, what is going on, why are you acting like this?” I asked.

“Excuse me, guys, who are you?” A man appeared from behind us.

“Ah, love, this is my childhood friend (y/n) and her boyfriend and right now he’s throwing a tantrum like a baby, aren’t they cute?” my friend said to, who I assumed was his boyfriend.

“Aw, nice to meet you, honey, he talks about you quite a lot. I’m Kwangsoo.” (yes, the same name from Stay away from Jungkook and Forbidden love)

“We should probably go, darling, we don’t have much time.” Kwangsoo said and (g/f/n) gave me his number so we could meet tomorrow.

“Um, Jackson care to explain your behavior?” I asked, now knowing fully well what was going on with him.

“I might act childish sometimes, but at least, I look good with my shirt off.”

Why are nerds so cute?

Changkyun x reader

Genre:fluff?

Summary: A picture of Changkyun should be on the dictionary right next to the word 'nerd'. However, this doesn't stop you from forming a small crush on the cute nerd.

A/N: How does Kyunnie seem like he’s an awkward baby but also really dirty minded?

Word count: 896

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When someone says ‘nerd’, what is the first thing that comes to mind?

Super hero figurines and comics? Anime? Maths, science and computers enthusiast? You name it. He had it all.

Who’s ‘he’ you’re gonna ask? Changkyun. A guy that we share more than a few classes at school and somehow always manages to sit behind me.

I barely knew his name, only knowing he’s a huge nerd, but recently I happened to be paired with him for a school project.

Some people in my class that have worked with him, approached me after class with apologetic looks, telling me that it will be extremely hard and extremely boring working with him. I sighed and nodded, quickly picking up my bag and walking to my locker.

I placed my books inside, taking out some other books I would need for the next period, but a voice from behind me startled me, causing me to drop my books on their foot.

“Aaaahh” he cried out, grabbing his foot and jumping up and down.

“I’m so sorry, but you scared me” I apologized, closing my locker and collecting my books from the floor.

“I-It’s fine, I shouldn’t have scared you like t-that” he softly spoked.

“May I help you?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yes, w-we’re paired up on that p-project and it’s due to n-next week and I wanted to ask you when do you want us to m-meet and where” he stuttered and I giggled at his awkward state.

“I can free some time this weekend, perhaps Saturday afternoon? If that’s okay with you…” he added and I agreed pulling out my phone.

He looked at me confused and I giggled again. “Give me your phone number, so that I can call you” I said and he blushed, but quickly took my phone, punching his number inside, before handing it back to me and I smiled. “Thank you, I’ll call you” I said and turned around to walk away, a small 'goodbye’ was heard from behind me and I giggled at his shyness, walking to my next class.

After school I called him and he gave me his address and strangely enough he didn’t stutter at all, actually sounding really comfortable over the phone.

Saturday came sooner than expected and I found myself outside his house, knocking on the door.

“H-hi” He stuttered in opposition to his cool demeanor on the phone, his awkward self, reappearing. He opened the door wider for me to walk inside. “Hi” I greeted and walked inside taking off my shoes and placing them in a corner.

I raised my head and looked at him and he motioned me to follow him, walking towards his room.

His room was exactly what I expected, hero figurines on shelves, a bookcase full of comics, an extremely expensive looking gaming chair and amazing headphones and computer. I knew I was staring all around his room and made no effort to hide it.

I carefully approached some figurines, knowing he would be protective of them, but couldn’t help but squeal at the sight of captain America.

“Ahh, I love captain America, hey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he has one star on his uniform, therefore he should have been named ‘Captain Puerto Rico’, get it? Because its flag has one star,” I joked. “Oohh and is this ‘death note’? Woww” I excitedly let out and turned to look at a, now shocked, Changkyun.

“Do you know these? For real?” He asked, obviously shocked.

“Of course I do” I exclaimed and he choked on his saliva. “Marry me” He let out without thinking, his eyes widening as soon as he said it, his hand covering his mouth. I laughed out and he blushed, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh god pretend I never said that, please” He groaned from embarrassment and I giggled.

“You have to take me out on a date first, mister” I teased, poking his chest with my finger and he blushed even more, as I laughed. “Come on, we have a school project due” I patted his shoulder and he nodded, pulling out some books.

We had probably been sitting there for hours, because when I stretched my back, I heard loud cracks, gasping. “Ahh I’m tired” I exclaimed laying back on the bed and soon Changkyun mimicked my actions.

I turned to face him, catching him already looking at me, but he didn’t react. “What’s wrong?” I asked, slightly uncomfortable under his gaze and he shrugged. I slowly got up and he did too, now both of us facing each other.

We didn’t even realize we were leaning in, until our lips met and his breath hitched. I placed my hand on the back of his head bringing him closer and deepening the kiss. He sighed out, feeling content and I smiled in the kiss. I slowly pulled back and he whined, his lips momentarily following mine making me giggle and I gave him a last peck, finally pulling back.

“Wow” he breathed out and hid his face in my neck, as I wrapped one arm around him.

“Stop being so cute, kyunnie” and I swore I heard his breath hitch again.

“Senpai?” I jokingly let out and he groaned attacking my lips once more, falling on top of me on the bed.

Why are nerds so cute?

Single father!Jimin

Single father! Jimin x teacher reader

Genre: um fluff (?)

Warnings: none just so many jimin feels

Summary: Jimin is a single father and you are his daughter's teacher. He can't help but flirt with you, because you're really attractive and you can't help it either, for the same reason.

A/N:If you asked me which member seems most likely be a single parent, I would say jimin, idk he just gives me this vibe lol

Word count: 575

“Jisoo-ah, it’s not going to be that bad. You’ll just be here for a few hours, then daddy will pick you up.” Jimin tried to comfort his crying daughter.

“Oh, who is this? Are you Jisoo?” I bent next to the small girl, excited to meet the new student.

The small girl nodded, wiping her tears with the back of the small fists and hid her face in her daddy’s neck.

“Aw, it’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m teacher (y/n). I’m really good and I can scare away all the monsters, I promise.” I added with a giggle, trying not to come off as scary to the shy girl.

“Jisoo, daddy has to leave now, but you shouldn’t worry, teacher (y/n) is really good and will take good care of you.” He tried to pull her away from him. The girl shyly looked at me and then at her dad.

“Come on, Jisoo, take of your shoes and your jacket and then we can meet your classmates. Everyone is waiting to meet you.” I urged her and she helped her dad remove the shoes and jacket. I placed them in the place and bent next to her again. I held out my palm, the small girl slowly accepting my offer and placed her tiny palm in my, less tiny one.

Her dad grinned at me, giving a kiss to her cheek and stood up.

“You can come to me anytime. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens and I’ll protect you okay. I’m your friend here and I will be there for you, okay?” I said in a quiet, calming voice and she nodded giving me a smile, before turning to her dad.

“Okay now leave. daddy. I will make friends now with teacher (y/n) bye bye!” And started walking towards a classroom pulling at my hand.

Jimin, faked hurt, placing his hand on his chest, before giving a smile to his daughter and a wave.

Another teacher came, introducing herself to Jisoo, who now seemed easier to approach. She left my hand and held the other teacher’s hand and got in the class.

I turned to Jimin, a proud smile on his face.

“Ah, it seems like it’s your first child, am I right?” I said as I held out some papers for him to sign.

“Ah yes, how did you know?” Jimin shyly smiled, taking the pen from your hand and started signing to the blank spaces I pointed at.

“All parents look really proud when their first child goes to kindergarten. After their first one, they are way calmer.” I pointed out.

“Ah, is it really that obvious?” he asked, blushing and handing me back my pen.

“Yes, too obvious.” I giggled. “Well thank you so much, we will be waiting for you in the afternoon!” I said in my, now professional teacher voice.  I swear I saw him cringe.

“Please don’t use this tone, your normal is way more friendly and cute.” And I blushed so hard after his comment.

“I think, I gave you my phone number, if anything happens, please contact me.” He said watching a teacher go past us, before he continued.

“You, can contact me anytime.” He added with a wink, before waving, a smile spread on his face, his eyes turning to slits.

“Bye! Give Jisoo a kiss for me.” He said and left, leaving me a blushing mess.

It’s gonna be a long year.

Ice cream man

Jungkook x single mother and childhood friend reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (?)

Summary: Your little daughter can give you so much trouble sometimes, especially since you're a single mother. But, after many years you meet with your friend Jungkook, who wants to support you and your daughter in the way her father didn't.

Word count: 1.1k (1129)

“Jihyo, please don’t run away from mommy.” I whined and trailed behind my 5 year old child.

“But mommy, the ice cream will leave!” She chanted and started tugging on my arm. 

“No, baby, the ice cream parlor stays there, walk slower, please, I’m getting old.” I promised her I would get her ice cream, if she didn’t bite any kids at kindergarten, so I had to keep my promise and take her to the ice cream parlor that’s close to my small apartment.

Being a mother at 23 is hard. Being a single mother at 23, is even harder. But no struggle compares to her little giggles and her smile.

“Mom, come on, quickly!” She ran inside, the woman behind the counter smiled at her. “I want ice cream!” Jihyo said loudly.

“What flavor do you want, sweetie?” The woman looked at her and then at me. After asking for our favorites, we waited for the woman to finish and I pulled out my wallet to pay for the ice cream. 

“Your sister is really cute.” The woman said and handed me the two cones.“Thank you, but she’s my daughter.” I replied with a small smirk. 

Every time. They think she’s my sister and when I tell them that she’s my daughter, they stare at me shocked. 

“But you look really young, like, early twenties?” The woman said with a confused voice and handed me the receipt. “Because I am.” I replied, took Jihyo’s hand and turned to leave, Jihyo yelling goodbyes to the lady.

On our way back to my small apartment, Jihyo, once again overly excited, started walking faster than me. At one point, she turned to say something to me, but in the process, stumbled on a man, the ice cream going all over his tight pants. FUCK! I hope he’s not a weirdo.

“Oh, be careful, little one.” He said in a calm voice. He kneeled down, his face being the same level as Jihyo now. “I’m sorry for your ice cream, do you want me to get you another one?” He whispered at Jihyo, who was now pouting. Just pouting. Thank god my child isn’t one of those who throw tantrums.

The man raised his head to look at me and I suddenly felt my stomach tight. “(Y/n)?” “Jungkook?” “Oh my god, is it really you?” He said and slowly stood. He extended his hand to Jihyo, who held it. “Is that..?” He trailed off and looked at Jihyo who now had a confused look on her face. 

“Mommy, is this mister a stranger?” She asked letting go of Jungkook’s hand and hiding behind me. “No, Jihyo, I’m mommy’s friend.” He said once again kneeling. “I know your mommy since I was your age. But I work a lot and haven’t seen her since you were a baby.”

“But I am baby” She giggled and hugged Jungkook’s leg. “I’m sorry for your pants .” She apologized and I felt so proud of my little baby. “It’s okay. Now, shall I go buy you another ice cream?” He said and I cut him off saying that he didn’t have to, but he insisted. He got her the same and got one for himself and we all sat down on a bench, eating and happily chatting. 

“Thank you ice cream man!” Jihyo turned to Jungkook, who giggled.

 Jungkook and I soon finished our ice cream and he walked over to the bin and threw the paper towels and sat down next to Jihyo again.

 He raised his head to look at me, and our eyes met. He has grown up now, he looked really great, but a little tired. “I missed you.” He whispered. “Me too.” I replied. Jungkook has been so busy all these years. We actually lost contact soon after I gave birth to Jihyo. 

The first person that held her was him. The photo my mom took is still in my room. He supported me during my pregnancy, even if he isn’t her father.

“Do you get anyone’s help, sometimes?” he asked in English and I got exactly what he wanted to say.“No.” I simply replied. 

No, I don’t have anyone, because who would date a 23 year old with a child? 

Jungkook nodded. But he had a small smile on his face. It would either be for Jihyo who now widened her eyes and turned to him, or because of what I said to him.

“What is your name?” Jihyo asked remembering that she hadn’t introduced herself the way she does. “My name is Jungkook, but I know your name.” He said and Jihyo pouted. “No! Ask me for my name!” she whined. “Fine, what is your name?” Jungkook said with a baby voice. 

“One, two, three, A, B, C, my name is Jihyo you see!” Jihyo jumped the way her favorite cartoon character did and sent a flying kiss to Jungkook. She, her father and their fucking flying kisses.

Jungkook smiled the whole time during her introduction and giggled at the end. “One, two and three, A, B and C, my name is Jungkook you see!” He imitated her. “Noo! It’s not right!” She whined. I kept looking at them interacting, a smile spread on my face. I missed him so much.

 After a while, Jungkook, pulled out his phone, to take silly selfies with the little one, but once he saw the time his eyes widened, but he quickly covered it and turned to me. 

“I don’t have the same phone number, because I lost my phone and all the contacts. Please give me your phone number.” He said and handed me his phone. I put my number in his phone, leaving the contact name blank, and handed it to him. He put a “<3” only and quickly snapped a photo of me to use it for my contact.

 “Thank you. Jihyo, Jungkook has to leave, but I will see you again really soon, okay?” He said and she nodded. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He lowered her down and turned to me, his arms wide open. He embraced me and buried his head in my neck. 

“I will not disappear again. Ever. I’ll be here for you.” He whispered and squeezed me tight.  He pulled away from the hug and turned to the both of us. 

“Goodbye, beautiful ladies. I’ll see you soon!” He smiled and winked at Jihyo, who was now blushing and hiding behind me. He walked away and I took a look at Jihyo’s blushing face and held her hand.

 “Mommy, mister Jungkook is really funny. I really like him!” She squealed and jumped. “Me too.” I whispered and we both walked to the direction of my apartment.

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I couldn’t find a normal pic or gif I’m sorry 

Drink with us

Seokjin x reader 

Warnings: cuss words, you probably hate Kwangsoo by now, Jin is like those  drunk girls in the bars’ bathroom

Genre: um funny? idek anymore

Summary: Your boyfriend caused a scene and broke up with you at a quiet little pub, but lucky for you, Jin, like those supportive drunk girls in bathrooms, was there to cheer you up.

A/N: The bathroom area has obviously different stalls for men and women but the area to wash you hands is common.

Word count: 1.2k (1246)

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“You are wrong and you know it, you’re just too stubborn to admit it!” Kwangsoo yelled at me, making everyone around us to turn and look at us.

“Kwangsoo. We’re in public. Everyone is staring.” I told him firmly in a quiet voice and he let a huge groan, before standing up.

“I don’t care! Just admit it! You. Were. Wrong.” He yelled.

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Kwangsoo, my boyfriend, and I decided to sit at a quiet pub, a new place and since it wasn’t really known yet, it was the perfect opportunity.

Earlier this evening, I had gone out to buy a few clothes I had my eye on, but I didn’t think about telling my boyfriend about it. We don’t live together, we didn’t have plans, so it’s not like he would realize I’m not home.

Though, he thought I was obligated to let him know, because he showed up at my house to pick me up and I wasn’t there and he got furious. He just assumed I was home and just went over at my house. He was knocking my door for an hour, also asking every neighbor about me, at least once.

“I just went out without telling you, you’re not my mom, you don’t have to know where I am 24/7. You could have just called and asked, instead of making all my neighbors think I’m crazy for dating a guy like you.” I also raised my voice this time and Kwangsoo’s eyes widened, as I’m usually quiet.

“A guy like you!? I’m just a worried boyfriend, but apparently your ass doesn’t seem to appreciate it! Let’s just break up, you don’t even care anyway!” He yelled and I think that’s when the people working at the pub had enough, because two waiters appeared behind Kwangsoo and dragged him out, leaving me there, staring at him go.

The waiters soon appeared back to my booth, thankfully they didn’t want to kick me out to, and I told them I didn’t plan on talking to him and that I just wanted to order something for myself.

The pub wasn’t that full, but there were enough people to make me feel that I was being stared at by everywhere.

A group of 4 friends right next to me, two women and two men shot me apologetic looks as if to say that they understand me.

Pff, I don’t need your pity.

Then, another group, but this time, 7 men, were looking at me, but they tried not to stare to not make me feel bad.

I sat there for an hour, staring at the ceiling and occasionally taking a sip from my beer, when I decided I’ve had enough.

I paid for my drink and quickly visited the bathroom to check my, most likely, horrible appearance.

And it was true, I had been playing with my hair without even realizing, most of my lipstick eaten, from me biting my lip to keep myself from sobbing. And when I, finally, glanced at my eyes on my reflection, I lost it and started sobbing in the pub’s smelly bathroom.

After a while I heard the door open and someone getting in. They gasped when they saw me on the floor.

“Are you, are you crying?” The man asked softly and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I wiped my tears with the backs of my hands and looked up at the man, recognizing him as one of the group of seven men.

“I’m fine.” I said and started standing up. I looked at my reflection again, my mascara running down my cheeks, my lipstick all over the place. I was in a worse condition than what I had walked in.

“No, you’re not and it’s fine not being fine. Look, we weren’t eavesdropping, but you also weren’t that quiet, but we all agree that you were right. You really shouldn’t cry about this. Does this man really deserve your tears?” He said in a calming voice, while wiping some of the mascara, trying to make me look more normal again.

“No, I guess he doesn’t.” I let out, and pulled some make up wipes out of my bag to clean my face off of the make-up.

“Hey, if you were my sister, do you know what I could ask you when you were crying?” He said and eagerly waited for my response.

“Where is this guy, so I could beat his ass?” I let out confused at the man’s randomness.

“No, I could ask you, are you having a crisis? Hahaha, get it? A cry, sis. Hahaha, I’m so funny, wow, this was great, good job me.” He said and started laughing loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. His squeaky laugh, matching my own, as we started laughing hysterically at each other’s laugh.

“Oh man, that was so funny, I’m so great, wow.” The man said and managed to stop laughing, as I did the same.

“Ah, wow, that was indeed really funny. I’m (y/n), by the way.” I said and held out my hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jin, wor-, Jin, for Seokjin.” He said and blushed mid-sentence.

“What did you want to say? ‘wor-’ what?” I asked and he blushed even harder.

“It’s a joke I usually make with my group, I say I’m worldwide handsome, because I’m really handsome.” He explained and I giggled at his half embarrassed-half confident self.

“Wow, well, Jin, thank you so much for being here for me, you’re a great and handsome man,” I said emphasizing the ‘handsome’, to joke with him and he blushed, but tried to shrug it off with an ‘I know’.

“But, seriously, I’m glad I got to tell you my thoughts, because my brothers and I have been talking about this and we all wished we could tell you how toxic he was and how you don’t deserve this.” Jin said in all seriousness.

“Thank you, it means so much and you actually helped me realize I was stupid for getting sad about it. He doesn’t deserve it.” I said and he nodded along.

The door opened and another man from Jin’s group of friends walked in.

“Ah, Jin hyung there you are, we were worried about what’s taking you so long. Oh hi!” The man said having a bright smile when greeting me.

“Aren’t you-” He pointed at me and both Jin and I cut him off with a yes, his hand slowly falling by his side.

“How about you come sit with us for a while? Unless you wanna go home?” Jin asked me and I turned to look at the other man, who nodded, his eyes practically begging be to say yes.

“I don’t see why not.” I said with a smile and let Jin and the man, who turned out to be named Hoseok, to lead me to their table, five pairs of eyes looking at me, but they all quickly helped me get comfortable, moving around and making some space for me.

“Everybody! Shots! Cheers to (y/n)!” Jin yelled and the six guys echoed him, me giggling, while we all drank, Jin waiting for us so he could do his ‘special trick’ with his shot, the rest of us clapping (BAKSU) for him and him enjoying the attention.

We stayed there until late, talking, laughing, and drinking. Jin and I exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet each other soon.

If only more people like Jin existed…

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