It Was Like Fate

It was like fate

Warning: None, just feels

Genre: Angst (?) and a lil fluff (?)

yoongi x reader but they’re not dating 

Summary: Yoongi's day couldn't seem to stop getting worse and worse. However, he got to meet you, a kind and understanding stranger and suddenly his day didn't seem to be so bad after all.

A/N: i mean, shouldn’t we all prefer to be best friends with BTS, instead of being their girl/boyfriends?

Word count: 932

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2015

Yoongi’s day was supposed to go as usual. He would wake up, go to work, work until really late, go back home, sleep and then all over again.

Though, it wasn’t exactly how things went for him.

First, he spilled his coffee all over him on his way to work, his white shirt having a big dark brown spot on it.

Then, his computer got a virus and he almost lost everything, including the latest album they were preparing so hard with his members.

Later, a speaker in their practice room somehow caught fire, ruining the mirror, filling the whole room with smoke.

And as if he thought it couldn’t go worse, he lost the last bus, so he had to walk home at 3 AM. He walked quickly, passing the empty streets without looking for cars, knowing nobody would be driving this late.

But, to his terrible luck, as he was passing a small street, a big car appeared from his left.

Yoongi’s memories from the car accident he was in before his debut, filled his mind, making him paralyzed on that spot. He stood there watching the car come closer, not even moving an inch to avoid it.

The driver hit the brakes as hard as they could, stopping right in front of Yoongi, but not hitting him.

Yoongi fell to the ground, trying not to think about his past, but his demons were still there. He started breathing hard, he knew he was safe, but his mind kept replaying the images of his past. He could still feel the terrible pain on his shoulder.

The unknown driver quickly came out of the car and kneeled next to undamaged Yoongi.

“Sir, are you okay? Did I hit you? Oh my god, should I take you to a hospital?” The woman asked, but received no response other than groans of pain.

“Sir? Oh my god. I’m so stupid.” She said getting up and pulling out her phone, but before she could call, Yoongi’s hand grabbed her ankle gently.

“You didn’t hit me.” He groaned out. “Please help me up.” He looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman hesitated, but put her phone in her pocket and offered her hand to him.

Yoongi got up, and leaned on the unknown woman’s car, to support himself.

“I’m really sorry, sir, I was going too fast, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake and out in the streets this late.” The woman apologized and Yoongi turned his head slowly to look at her. Her worried expression was genuine, a small smile forming on Yoongi’s face.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry I made you worried, but I’m fine, you can go.” Yoongi replied and woman shook her head.

“No, are you sure you don’t need to be taken to a hospital? You seem hurt. Is your shoulder okay?” She said and touched his shoulder, making Yoongi wince from the sudden contact.

“I was hurt in the past, another car accident, but I’m not hurt now, please don’t worry about me.” Yoongi explained, looking anywhere but the young woman.

“It was scary right?” She said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes. Really. I thought I lost everything then.” Yoongi said, not even knowing why he opened up to a stranger but something was telling him to do so.

The woman offered him to go to a 24 hour café she knew was somewhere near, because her friend was working there, Yoongi agreed and got in the car with the woman.

“It seems like your day was terrible today.” She pointed out, while driving, leaving Yoongi confused.

“How do you…?” He trailed off, staring at the side of her face.

“You have a coffee stained shirt, you smell like smoke from fire and almost got in a car accident. Also, I saw you when you lost the bus and you looked really stressed.” She explained and Yoongi was shocked.

He explained everything to her, while they grabbed a coffee but he offered to go sit at a nearby park and not the café her friend was working at. The woman agreed and the both sat on a bench, Yoongi talking about his day, the woman listening to everything he said, her whole attention on him.

“You know….” Yoongi trailed off realizing he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“It’s (y/n)” The woman said and Yoongi tasted the name on his tongue.

“Wow, this is a beautiful name.” He said and blushed at how cheesy that sounded.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but thank you.” The woman giggled.

They stayed at the park until dawn, neither of them even realizing how quickly the time was passing. They exchanged numbers promising each other they would meet again.

(Y/n) dropped Yoongi off at his dorm, the members not even realizing he was missing, being used to him working until late.

Yoongi fell asleep with a smile on his face that night and so did (y/n).

Ever since then, they met when things got hard, and became each other’s mental support.

Almost every day they exchanged good morning and good night texts, along with the occasional good luck Yoongi received before a live or an award show. They always made time for each other, not making their friendship known to anyone, but Yoongi’s bandmates.

That’s how their strong friendship started building. It was like fate wanted them to finally meet. They had already realized by then, that they were practically each other’s platonic soulmates. They loved each other, in a friendly way and kept it that way.

Feeding grapes

Mark Tuan x reader au

Warnings: None

Genre:Fluff

Summary: The title says it all, just you and Mark feeding each other grapes

A/N: lets pretend that the thing in the gif is a grape or sth

Word count: 219

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"Just bite it" "I can’t, I'll get the stem too" he whimpered and tried to bite one again.

"Okay never mind, here" you said, taking a grape and pressing it on his lips. His pout didn't allow you to feed him and you whimpered in annoyance receiving a whimper back from him. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate the grape, a pout forming again on his lips.

"Oh come on baby, it's okay. Why don’t you try and feed me?" You joked and he playfully hit your arm, taking the bowl from your hands and popping another grape in his mouth.

"I will not feed you" he let out and took the bowl out of your reach when you tried to take some.

"But I want grapes" you said reaching for the bowl again but again you couldn't reach it.

"Go get your own" he joked, but gave in and took a grape and gave it to you and you softly smiled. He held the stem and slowly moved the bunch of grapes over your mouth. You softly pulled at a grape with your teeth managing to remove it from its stem and Mark pouted, but smiled at your excited expression.

"I got one!" You cheered and he nodded, softly pecking your lips.

The grapes were soon forgotten.

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?

Can someone help me find these guys?

I got a magazine like 3 years ago and I found this poster thingy in. It says it's supposed to be got7 but I'm sure it's not them. Can anyone help me?

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…

“Do you even like me?”

(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader 

Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff

Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much

Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?

Word count: 678

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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.

"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.

"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."

"I know but you seem to only..."

"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.

"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.

"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.

"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.

"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.

"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.

"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.

"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.

"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.

Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.

You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.