Drink With Us

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…

Best friends with Jungkook would include

What best friends with Jungkook would be like

Warnings: none

Genre:comedy/fluff it’s complicated lol

A/N: Tbh ‘Jeongguk’ hits deeper that Jungkook lol

Word count: 1.3k (1365)

Jungkook

Sweet meme Jungkook

Jungkook is the type of best friend we would all love to have

Even tho most of you lil shits would end up falling for him

Though, staying best friends with Jk would be waaayy better

Exactly because

He is a walking meme

He is the type of best friend that would have a folder of reaction pics/gifs on his phone to reply to your random texts (me AF)

He has been learning English, so I think that he is really close to being a twitter stan

“Jungkook do me a favor pleaseeee I know you have time”

“Haha sis ya thought”

“Jeez, okay, I’ll just ask someone else to play Overwatch with me”

“nO WAIT”

Did I mention games? Bc you guys would mostly meet to play games

Even though you kinda suck

He just loooves to win and rub it in your face

I can totally see him having a victory dance

He would shake his ass in front of your face like

“Ha bitch you lost”

“Fuck you Jeon”

Btw

He is also hella close to understanding vines

So vine references are soon about to become a thing

“Jungkook I’ll fucking kill you”

“Ye I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me”

But even though you two seem to work great, it also seems like Jungkook is detached (his virgo ass)

Probs bc you would cling on him and he would sit still

“Cuddle me back you shit”

“No you’re gross”

But would be hella worried if you weren’t okay

When he texts you like “Bitch you said you’d come over with food”

And you reply with a “plans cancelled” instead of “be there in ten” or “I can’t I’m sorryyy”

He gets worried and texts “Be there in 5, I’ll be Naruto running”

And he knocks on your door like maniac and you’re sitting there in pyjamas and he’s like “ I was the one bringing food instead”

“I don’t want anything”

“What’s up”

“Nothing”

“Bullshit”

“Obviously”

He would insist until you told him and then provide a solution

If you’d try to cuddle him he would cuddle you back, though he wouldn’t be really into it at first, he would soon get used to it

“I was worried”

“I know, thank you”

“What do you mean ‘thank you’? I love you and I’m obviously worried”

“What did you say?”

“I love you?”

“Bitch me too the fuck”

“I love you bitch”

“I ain’t gon’ ever stop loving you, bitch”

But in a platonic way and you both know it

Ha you bitches thought I was gonna say you would date

Nuh uh

Jk and you have told you loved each other before and you didn’t even have to ask to know it was platonic

Exactly because you both know each other so well

You don’t need to explain anything

btw

The boys knew you, but you weren’t really close

Jungkook doesn’t like to bring you over when he knows the others will be there for too long

Especially after he saw your heart eyes when Yoongi was around

“Do you like Yoongi hyung?”

“What? No I don’t”

“Bullshit”

“I admire him as a person but that’s it”

“He was your favorite tho?”

“Yeah but now you’re my favorite”

He would blush

But then go

“Yeah but when I’m around you look bored but when Yoongi hyung is around you’re all giggly and heart eyes and ‘omg Yoongi this beat is so nice’ or ‘your song with giriboy and heize is great wow’ (GIVE MY LITTLE GIRI MORE CREDIT GUYS IT’S NOT ONLY HEIZE AND YOONGI)

“But his songs are great”

“Yeah but-”

He is just worried you’ll quit him if any of the members become your boyfriend

And he’s worried he’ll lose you if you break up

And you soon realized

And made sure to collect yourself around him

But turns out

He is protective in general bc if you found a boyfriend/girlfriend

He would be acting crazy

“What do you mean you stayed over at his/hers”

“Jk calm down we just slept”

“How do I know?”

“Why should you know?”

“I mean, I’m just worried, you’re still a baby”

“Wth Jungkook you’re not that much older”

“Yeah but you trust people blindly and they could be using you, I’m not accusing them of anything, I just don’t want you to get hurt”

“I know, but we didn’t do anything”

“okay I trust you”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know, me too, come here”

Wow did Jungkook just initiate a hug bc hELLYES

You would have to tell every bf/gf about Jungkook, just so they wouldn’t get suspicious of you two being so close and saying ‘I love you’

He would let his fans know about you soon

And make sure to point out there are no feelings that are non-platonic

Bc fans can get a little bit of possessive

But they seem really fine w/ your friendship

So you post w him a lot

And your brother/sister is convinced you guys are dating

But you always tell him/her that you’re not

Your mum adores him

But you make sure he doesn’t meet her a lot

Bc they seem to go along well after a while

And your possessiveness jumps out

Like nO MUM THAT’S MY FRIEND NOT YOURS

But she just knows you two are close and wants to be okay with your cycle of friends

He manages to keep up w/ your random ass so you two work great together

“Jungkook I need air”

“Oh so you in the mood for food in a park I gotchu fam”

“How did-? Nvm come here to pick me up”

Or

“Jk I don’t wanna stay home”

“Oh that means you wanna go shopping bc it’s been a while, tbh I wanted to get some shoes, be over in 15”

How does he know you so well

You’re lowkey scared

And feel like you barely know his ass but then

“Uh oh”

“What?”

“I wanna go on a walk”

“Jk it’s eleven and I’m scared to go out for a walk this late”

“ugh fine”

“No wait 5 mins for me to get ready”

“I’m outside”

“Coming”

And when you go out w only your keys, your phone and earphones just in case he forgot his and needed music, you see him and uh oh

He has a look on his face

A mix of tired, sad and disappointed

“Trouble recording?”

“How did-?”

And you walk and walk and walk as he talks about it

Until you sit somewhere

And he pats his thighs and realizes he didn’t get his earphones

He shoots you a desperate look but you’re already on it

“I gotchu fam”

And he sighs as you hand them, mumbling a small ‘thank you’

And lays his head on your thighs, his eyes closed as you play with his hair to calm him down

You guys stay there for a while

He put the music so loud and you can hear it a little so you aren’t bored

And as you creepily stare at his face

He opens him eyes and doesn’t even flinch, knowing you were looking at him

And you blush but he smiles and raises his hand to brush it through your hair and gets up

Y’all thought you’d kiss but nope you guys are friends

He gives you back your earphones and when you guys stand up again

And wraps his arms around you hugging you, you burying your head in the crook of his neck

And he mumbles small ‘thank you’s

And spends the night over

Sleeps with you like it’s no big deal

You guys are goals

And no nobody crushes on nobody

But you love each other too much

As soon as you’d start to argue, it would end bc you can’t function without the other anymore

The boys are so confused bc of your friendship

But adore you a lot

And like that you and Jk are close and you aren’t using him

I have to end this so

In concussion JK is perfect bff material

He is fun to be around, cares for you and protects you

Wow it would be so great

He’s the best friend we all need

Connected

Summary: A bond that can’t be broken + Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: A lot of fluff, a splash of smut, and a hint of angst

Word Count: 18,260

A/N: This fic was one that I started a long while ago. Because of school, and a lack of motivation to write, I picked it up and put it down a lot. Finally, it’s done.

I really enjoyed creating something that feels so pure in nature. I hope you guys enjoy it.

**In the event that you’re unable to load the fic on the mobile app, please try desktop! I learned from Act On It that the app has trouble loading long posts!**

You’ve always hated the country.

For the most part.

The stretching fields, the dirt roads—the smell of cow manure and the decrepit barns and abandoned houses. Your parents had always tried to convince you that getting away from the city—seeing vast land like this—was a good thing. Taking the back roads and exploring were things that children were supposed to enjoy. An adventure to find things yet seen—but to you, one corn field is the same as the next. The faded red barns and boarded up houses become an eyesore.

You really hate coming out of the city and into the country.

The only thing here that you like is your grandmother.

Oh, and the boy next door.

Your grandmother has always lived out in the country—a peaceful area to retire, with few neighbors and little disturbances. She likes it here, and you doubt that she’ll ever move. And sure—coming out to visit her isn’t all bad. She feeds you and plays games with you. Stocks up on movies for the two of you to watch, and makes spending the day with her fun.

You love your grandmother, and visiting her—but you start to love it more the day you meet Taehyung.

One day, your father parks in the driveway in front of your grandmother’s ranch-style home. He reminds you to grab your overnight bag as you climb out of the car—the ripe age of 8 and a half. You reach back in to grab it as your father closes the driver’s side door and moseys up the drive.

After swinging your bag over your shoulder, you reach up to slide your door shut, but pause once your hand touches the handle. On a whim, you glance back at the main road, eyes catching on a small figure across the street.

In the country, houses aren’t very close, but you can still make out the little boy standing in the lawn of the house parallel to you grandmothers. His dirt splotched overalls are cuffed around his ankles, red shirt sagging off his shoulder, and black hair messy on his head. He’s staring at you with amazement written on his face, and before you know it a blush has risen on your cheeks.

You don’t realize it until later on—what the heat on your face and the flutter of your heart meant (because crushes are a little hard to figure out, in your opinion)—but that’s the moment you saw him.

Kim Taehyung.

Your father calls after you, and you hear your grandmother open the front door. Snapping out of it, you slide the car door shut and run inside.

You don’t see Kim Taehyung until you come back to visit 2 months later.

This time, he appears much, much closer. On the front porch of your grandmother’s house, in fact—hidden behind his own grandmother’s leg shyly.

“Oh, Taehyung here says that he saw your granddaughter last time she came to visit and wanted to play. But he’s a little shy,” his grandmother says, smiling fondly as she reaches down to ruffle the boys hair.

“Oh, Y/N is a little shy too,” your grandmother laughs, placing her hand on your shoulder. “But what do you say? Would you like to play with Taehyung today?”

Your eyes flit to Taehyung, excitement and anxiousness mingling in your veins. Trying to make new friends has always been scary to you, but…

“Yes,” you say, watching as Taehyung immediately perks up—smile breaking out on his face.

“C’mon!” he shouts and reaches forward, clasping your hand in his. He tugs you right out the front door and onto the grass, beaming a box-shaped grin as he makes his way back towards the road.

“I have some action figures we can play with!” he declares as his grandmother promises to have you home by dinner in the background. “Nana just got me a new game too! It’s a game with marbles and I’m still learning it but I think it’d be fun!”

For a moment, you simply stare at him—caught off guard by his friendly demeanor, when just seconds ago he had been acting much shyer than you. And yet—

His smile is contagious, and you laugh, nodding your head as he leads you across the dirt road—hands still clasped tight.

“Let’s play with it all!”

You tell your dad that you want to start visiting grandma more. With a knowing smile, he says that he’ll try to work it out.

Taehyung is your best friend. Some people at school don’t believe that your best friend is a boy who lives in the country. In fact, the mean girls’ claim that he’s made up—an imaginary friend that you say exists since you only have a select few friends at school. But, you know that he’s real.

The warmth of his hand in yours as you walk around the field behind his grandmother’s house is proof enough.

Between the ages of 8-10, you are able to visit Taehyung quite frequently. Your parents work out a play date schedule with his grandmother, and at least once a month you’re able to drive out of the busy city and into the quiet country to visit him.

Since Taehyung lives with his grandmother, but your grandmother only gets to see you so often, there’s a bit of a rule—

“Make sure to spend time with your grandma too, Y/N. I know Taehyung is fun, but your grandma loves you very much and would love to spend time with you as well.”

So, you make sure to tell Taehyung that you can only play with him until dinner. He’s unperturbed.

“Let’s just ask your grandma if I can spend the night then!”

He takes your hand and leaps into action. You’re shocked at his declaration, but blushing at the thought of being able to spend even more time with him. And when Taehyung runs through the front door of your grandmother’s house and loudly exclaims his idea to her, she only laughs and smiles fondly.

“You won’t be able to spend the night all the time, Taehyung, but I’ll let you spend the night tonight, okay?” She places a hand on his dark hair that has turned a little brown thanks to the exposure of the sun, and grins at you when your eyes sparkle with excitement. “Just go home and make sure it’s alright with your Nana.”

Taehyung nods so quickly you think his neck might snap, and the next second he’s out the door.

That night, the three of you feast on grilled cheese and tomato soup. Your grandmother puts on the Lion King for you both to watch, and you sit hip to hip, shrouded in a thick blanket while your grandmother knits in the corner. When the scary parts happen, you reach for Taehyung’s hand under the blanket, and he holds you tight.

Once the movie is done, and the sun has set, your grandmother tucks you both into the double bed in the guest bedroom. She asks if Taehyung wants to use the pullout bed to have more room, but you’re both quick to interject, saying that sharing the bed will be fine.

Your grandmother only smiles.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Taehyung.”

“Goodnight!” you both chorus, and your grandmother flicks the light off and closes the door. Taehyung rolls to face you. In the darkness, you feel his lips touch your forehead.

“Tae!” you squeal quietly, jumping in shock as you quickly bring your fingers up to touch your head. Your cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to realize that he’s done anything out of the ordinary.

“What? My Nana always gives me a kiss before I go to bed!”

“O-Oh,” you stutter, wondering if Taehyung can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. “Okay.”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

Taehyung shifts against the sheets.

“Can you…um…are you gonna give me one back?”

The heat from your cheeks creeps down your neck.

You’ve never kissed a boy before…

“I…I can. Do you want me to?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, and you wonder if he’s blushing like you are. His tone sounds shyer than before.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, trying to calm your frazzled 10 year old nerves. This is just Taehyung—your best friend, and…the boy…you like.

Before you can think to back out and hide yourself away in embarrassment, you lean forward and press your puckered lips to his forehead. His bangs are in the way, since you hadn’t thought to move them, but Taehyung seems satisfied nonetheless.

“Thanks,” he says, snuggling into his pillow. You nod to yourself, settling back down. The moonlight coming through the window is dim, but you wonder if it’s enough for Taehyung to see how red your face has become.

You feel his warmth spreading against the sheets, and your knees knock together. Taehyung yawns, suddenly sounding quite tired.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Tae,” you respond, closing your own eyes as exhaustion from a day of fun begins to sink into your bones. Outside, you hear the chirping of crickets and the muted calls of cicadas. The sounds begin to lull you into slumber. However, just before you fall asleep—

“I love you…,” you catch the words mumbled by Taehyung, and mentally question if perhaps the boy has forgotten that he’s not at his grandmother’s home. But either way—

“I love you too,” you respond in a whisper, too tired to be embarrassed, and promptly pass out.

Taehyung is a year older than you, so he starts middle school a year sooner. According to him, middle school is a lot harder than elementary school. You come to believe him when his grandmother sadly tells you that you won’t be able to come over and play as much, since Taehyung needs to focus on his studies. You tell her that you understand, but a part of you doesn’t want to.

Either way, you give Taehyung a hug and wish him good luck before running back across the road to spend the afternoon with your grandma.

Your trips to the countryside lessen—cut in half. You see Taehyung perhaps once every two months, and in order to try and make up for his lack of appearances in your life, the two of you begin substituting play dates for phone calls.

Once a week, Taehyung and you sit down and talk for an hour. He tells you all about middle school and the friends he’s made and the kids who aren’t exactly nice to him. In return, you tell him about how you’re looking forward to starting middle school next year, and how you’ll always protect him from bullies. He laughs and assures you the same.

For a time, you think that this substitution will work just fine. Except…you miss him, and talking to him on the phone makes you miss him more.

You want to see him—his skin that is tan from the sun and his clothes that are always a little dirty from helping his grandmother tend to the field. His voice gives you comfort, but nothing can replace the feel of his hand in yours and the way he smile so brightly every time he sees you…

“Y/N?” Taehyung questions when he hears you sniffle on the other end of the line. “Are you okay?”

From the comfort of your home, you shake your head. Tears roll down your rosy cheeks, and you curl into yourself, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Taehyung’s heart breaks, worry flooding his chest as he listens to you try and stifle your sobs. He attempts to calm you down, asking again what’s wrong, and it takes a minute before you’re able to gather any words to say.

“I miss you,” you sob, quiet and broken, and Taehyung jolts—as if to jump through the phone and give you the biggest hug he possibly can.

“I miss you too,” he says after a few seconds, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. “But we’ll definitely see each other again, Y/N. I promise.”

“Promise?” you echo, messily wiping the tears off your cheeks with your palm.

“I promise. Even if it isn’t on the farm we’ll meet again. I’ll find a way.”

“Okay,” you respond with a smile, finally feeling reassured. “Good.”

“Now no more crying!” he declares, his tone goofy, and it immediately makes the mood brighten. “You should only smile when you think of me!”

You giggle. ”Okay, Tae, when I think of you, I’ll smile.”

Reclining back against his mattress, phone pressed to his ear, Taehyung blushes happily.

“Good.”

It takes a while, but you and Taehyung meet again. It’s not a planned meeting—in fact, it’s not exactly meant to happen, but you decide to make it happen.

“Y/N!” your father calls after you as you hop out of the car and run back down the drive way towards the dirt road. You pass a few cars on the way—those belonging to your aunts and uncles—but despite the fact that you have somewhere else to be your heart is alight with excitement.

“I’ll be right back!” you call to your parents as they watch you run across the street, shaking their heads. “I just wanna say hi!”

“Don’t be too long! You’re not here to play!” your mother responds, and you understand. You’re here for a family gathering, not to hang out with Taehyung.

…but still.

You hop onto the doorstep of the home of Taehyung’s grandmother, and knock at the door. You’re giddy with excitement, shoe tapping against the ground. It’s been over a year since you’ve seen Taehyung, and 6 months since the phone call where he’d promised that you’d see each other again.

You worry if he actually wants to see you, since it’s been so long, but oh—how you’ve missed him.

The door is pulled open, and a boy with short black hair stands before you. He blinks, brown eyes wide, and you have to glance up to meet his stare. His chest is broader and his legs are longer but—

“Taehyung?” you question, as if you’re deceived. How can one boy grow up so much in just one year? And yet, the sound of his name coming from your mouth has his signature grin breaking out on his lips, and he nods excitedly. His arms extend outwards, and he envelopes you in a tight hug, your feet nearly lifting off the ground.

“You’ve grown up,” you giggle against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in return. Taehyung laughs, leaning back, and there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, I’m almost 14. Puberty is finally starting to kick in, I guess,” he laughs, scratching at his cheek, and your eyes flit up to his hair.

“Your hair looks better this way,” you tell him, fingers lifting to comb through the short, black locks on his head. He no longer has the shaggy bowl cut you’ve always seen him with.

Taehyung blushes visibly at the compliment, the feeling of your fingers in his hair foreign, yet welcome. You toy with the soft strands for another few seconds before you notice the pink color on his cheeks, and you end up feeling quiet warm as well.

Quickly, you pull your hand back, and it’s at that moment that Taehyung’s grandmother appears over his shoulder.

“Oh! Y/N, it’s been so long!” she says, and Taehyung steps aside to give his grandmother room to hug you. She seems frailer than you remember, so you try not to squeeze too hard.

“Hi Grandma Kim, it’s nice to see you.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up again!” she exclaims, and then turns, heading back into the small home. “Wait right there, I’ve got something to give you!”

“Okay!” you respond as she disappears, and your eyes immediately return to Taehyung. He smiles, a fond twinkle in his eye.

“Is middle school as great as you thought it would be?” he questions, and you huff.

“Not exactly. It’s hard, and I have a lot of homework, but it’s still fun I guess. More teachers and more exciting classes.”

Taehyung’s eyes shift to the side, the sound of his grandmother coming back towards the door reaching his ears.

“Well, next year I’ll be in high school, so once school starts I’ll call and let you know what it’s like in comparison to middle school, if you want.”

“Of course!” you respond, beaming a smile, and at that moment Grandma Kim reappears.

“Here you go sweetie,” she says and reaches past Taehyung, slinging a thick red blanket around your shoulders. You blink, reaching up to secure the large blanket tighter around yourself. Grandma Kim smiles.

“I made it for you. You always did get cold in the winter, and the colder days are approaching.”

Your lips part, and you find yourself speechless. She…had made this for you and waited all this time…?

“Thank you…,” you say sincerely, and Grandma Kim ruffles your hair.

“Of course, sweetie. Now run on home—I bet the rest of your family is waiting for you.”

“Okay!” you nod, smiling, but when your eyes shift to Taehyung your smile wavers. You’d barely gotten to talk with him, and who knows when you’ll be able to meet him again…

You push forward and wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing him tightly. Taehyung blinks, caught off guard, but is quick to hug you back, his fingers digging into the fabric of the blanket around you.

“We’ll talk soon,” you tell him, and he nods.

“Alright,” you both pull back, but Taehyung doesn’t get too far. You feel the blanket on your shoulders shift, and Taehyung blinks in surprise as a loose thread follows the retreat of his body—curled tightly around one of his fingers.

“Ah—,” he pauses, head turning to look back at his grandmother, fearing that he’ll be in trouble for ruining the blanket she had put so much time into making, but his grandmother is far from mad. In fact, there’s a look of wonder on her face—one that lasts only a few seconds, before her eyes soften with understanding.

“You know, you two,” she begins, finger lightly tracing the unwoven strand that keeps you and Taehyung tied together. “It’s said that a red string connects two people that have linked fates.”

“Really?” you question, and she nods.

“Really. This just shows that no matter how far apart you two are, you’ll always be connected. Don’t you think so?”

You and Taehyung glance at each other, a soft blush having risen on both of your cheeks, and you smile. Together, the two of you bob your heads in unison. Grandma Kim smiles.

“Good,” she says, and unties the string from around Taehyung’s finger. At that moment, the door of your own grandmother’s house opens, and the voice of a child is heard.

“Y/N! Dinner! C’mon!”

“Coming, Kook!” you shout back, and take a step backwards, raising a hand to the two in front of you. “Bye, Tae. Bye Grandma Kim!”

“Bye!” Taehyung yells, waving back as you turn and jog across the street, red blanket fanning around you like a cape. A few seconds later, you disappear through the front door of your grandmother’s house, a small brown haired boy closing the door, and Taehyung feels a little empty again.

Little did either of you know that that would be your last time seeing each other.

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Forbidden love pt3

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little  fluff

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 1.3k (1334)

You can read Pt1 and Pt 2 here. 

“It can’t be…” Kwangsoo’s mumble was heard from my right.

I was just as shocked as everyone else.

The creature I saw in the forest is… Taehyung? My childhood friend. The person that was there for me, when I went through hardships. The person I was there for, when the nightmares of his parents leaving him filled his thoughts. But most importantly, the person I was wishing, secretly, every night to be my soulmate. The person that ran around my mind whenever someone mentioned soulmates.

When he refused to show me the name that appeared on his wrist, my inner optimist thought that it was my name written on his skin, but my pessimist side, and the most dominant one, always replied with an “If so, then why isn’t he showing it to you?”.

Even after all this, I kept wishing to see his name written on my skin.

But when my mark was finally clear enough to read, it seemed too late. Taehyung had disappeared from my life and I was already married.

The words ‘Kim Taehyung’ written on my skin with calligraphic letters appeared. He is my soulmate. I repeated over and over again. I think I hadn’t lived a happier day in my life. I was dancing around my room, I was practically glowing with happiness.

He is my soulmate. He is destined to be mine and I, his. He is mine. Taehyung is mine. But, am I his soulmate? Am I his?

Every time this thought came back, my happiness faded. How could I know? How could he know? Taehyung wasn’t a part of my life anymore.

Still, now, so close to dying, the doubt filled my thoughts. Am I his soulmate?

Taehyung’s, now, wings were spread, the smirk never leaving his face.

As soon as Kwangsoo’s grip on the rope loosened, Taehyung flew as fast as he could towards me. He caught the blade with his bare hands, before it reached my neck. He pulled it off of the wood and dropped it down. He freed my head from the frame and pulled me close to him, but before he could do anything, soldiers gathered around us with their spears (Britney) pressed to his neck.

Taehyung chuckled. He just chuckled. The soldiers around him, confused kept their weapons in their hands.

“So, it is true.” The king’s voice got the attention of everyone.

“Your dumb wife did try to cheat on you with a demon. Too bad they’ll both lose their lives today. Isn’t it sad, Kwangsoo?” He turned towards his friend who looked ready to run for his life. I had never seen Kwangsoo scared and honestly, it is my favorite sight.

“You wish.” Taehyungs growl was heard from behind me.

He felt spears (Britney) jabbing his wings and pressing onto his neck tighter.

“Oh, you’re really optimistic, even moments before dying. How sweet, that you’re trying to act brave in front of your dumb bitch.” Kwangsoo’s shaky voice betrayed him. Taehyung’s grip around me tightened after he heard the word “bitch”.

Taehyung had had enough. He grabbed me and flew high. The soldiers moved to the front, but couldn’t grab him. He flew away from them, chuckling at how easy it was to avoid their, fancy but useless, spears (Britney).

“Dumb humans calling you a dumb bitch is ironic.” He mumbled and flew far away (so faaaaaar awaaaaay) from them.

My gaze fell to his arms wrapped around me and I tried to make out the words on his skin. But I couldn’t see anything.

“I’ll lower us down soon.” He said as he searched for a safe place away from them.

I still hadn’t spoken up. I was dumbfounded, but calm in the arms of my soulmate. But once again the doubt filled my head.

I finally stepped on ground, on a high rock, obviously too hard for humans to climb.

Taehyung freed my tied legs and when he reached my tied hands, his eyes fell on the mark. He gazed at this name engraved on my skin and his eyes widened.

He quickly freed me from the ropes and looked straight into my eyes.

I blushed under his stare, turning my head to my right.

His hand reached my cheek and I, subconsciously, leaned into his touch. He turned my face to make me look at him, and we locked eyes.

“So it is you. It’s actually you.” His voice was shaky and his eyes were teary.

He moved our hands next to each other’s and I finally saw what I was waiting to see all this time.

‘(Y/n) (Y/l/n)’

I shed a tear of happiness and pulled him close, burying my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I missed you” I whispered, my tears now staining my cheeks.

“I missed you so much. Do you know how hard it was to live without you? To spend my eighteenth birthday alone? To get married to a stupid man that made me miserable? Why did you leave Tae? Why did you leave me alone?” I whimpered.

Taehyung hugged my trembling body tighter.

“I’m sorry. I was scared. When I got your name on my wrist, I was excited. I tried to keep it a secret until you got your mark and make it a surprise, but when you came to me crying about your parents forcing you to marry someone else, I lost it. I couldn’t bear being around you knowing you couldn’t be mine.” He sniffled and pulled away staring into my eyes.

“Two days after I left, things like spikes appeared in my back, and I panicked. I hid in the woods, until I found an old man who explained to me exactly what was going on and showed me a place to hide from humans. The night I saw you, I also saw your husband hiding behind you, and panicked. I thought you recognized me. I hid from you, but stayed around, making sure no one would attack you in your sleep. And around dawn, I left to make sure you wouldn’t find me. But that was the biggest mistake, because that was when they caught you. I waited until I learned how to fly with my wings and I think I came just when I was supposed to.” He wiped away my tears and placed some hair behind my ear.

“I’m sorry I hid from you. I’m sorry you went through all these. I’m sorry I put your life in danger. But most importantly, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that we are soulmates earlier. It would have been so different. Everything would be better.” He sighed.

“Taehyung,” He sat down next to me and spread his hurt wings, drops of blood flying behind him.

“But let’s not think about this now. You’ve got me and I’ve got you and you’re all I need.” He confessed and my heart fluttered.

“Isn’t this the part where we kiss? Soulmate?” He turned to me with a teasing smile and I blushed hiding my face in my hands.

“Ahh, you’re too cute.” He said and pulled me on his lap.

“You’ve gotten stronger.” I tried to change the subject and he buried his face in my neck, nuzzling his nose against me.

“I was always strong.” He mumbled and pulled his face away, a cute pout on his lips.

“Ahh, you’re too cute.” I mimicked him and he chuckled.

He placed his palm on my cheek and leaned in closer. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at his lips. So kissable. So fucking kissable.(my actual thoughts on Tae’s lips)

Just before his lips reached mine, he stopped. “Can I?” He whispered.

I gave him a small nod and soon enough, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt him smiling into the kiss, as he pulled our faces closer deepening the kiss.

I placed my palm on his cheek as our lips moved against each other’s in perfect sync.

“I love you, soulmate.”

“And I love you too, soulmate”

I’m really happy with you

Hyungwon x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Even Hyungwon, who is not very affectionate, sometimes needs to show his love for you.

A/N:this came so randomly to me, idk i can see hyungwon not being realy affectionate all the time but sometimes he would go all fluffy

Word count: 286

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You watched him walking around the kitchen humming, a small smile on his face, as he pulled out some ingredients to make dinner.

“What’s up with you today?” You said with a laugh and Hyungwon turned momentarily to look at you, his soft expression never leaving, before turning back to cooking.

“What’s up with me today?” He said in a sing song voice and you giggled.

“You are so... I don’t know... light, today. You’re smiling and you seem content, did something happen at work?” You asked curious and he walked past you to get something from the cupboard behind you, giving you a small peck before going back to what he was doing.

“Okay there is definitely something wrong with you” you joked and Hyungwon grinned.

“Why? Just because I’m in a good mood and I like to kiss my girlfriend?” He laughed out and took out plates, placing them on the table.

You took out two forks and two knives and then two glasses for water and he moved the pan on the table.

Before he could sit down, you approached him and he opened his arms for you to hug him and you didn’t miss the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you closer and gave you a forehead kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I am really happy with you” he whispered and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m really happy with you too” you softly replied, pulling away and he lowered his head to softly connect your lips.

“Let’s go eat and watch a movie?” He asked and you nodded giving him once more kiss, before sitting down with him to eat.

“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.