This Is One Of My Real Favs From Tae, And I Want To Keep It With Me For As Long As I Can Cause This Is

this is one of my real favs from tae, and i want to keep it with me for as long as i can cause this is a ~comfort zone~ thing. honestly, i fell deeper in love with him after reading *cries*

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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I MIGHT BE IN LOVE.

I wont say i am because its too premature (i mean only 18k cant make you fall in love for someone, right? ahem, thats what i thought) BUT im on my way.

im really happy to say this is one of my fav blogs and im willing to zero its masterlist (dont worry abt my mental health im fINE *cracks voice*) but yeaaaa that's it! loved it 💖💖

the coffee shop contract | jjk

summary: apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?

{fake dating!au, college!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre: just fluff because i have a one-genre mindset word count: 18k warnings: alcohol consumption but no main character is overly drunk, dumb college antics, i know this is a fic but please don’t do these things in college actually a/n: yes, this story is actually based on a real instagram account my friend showed me in college. oh yeah, college? that’s a thing. i’m sorry for taking so long with this fic, i’m trying my best but college is hard. please wait patiently for me and enjoy this plotless piece of garbage!

Jeon Jungkook thinks that his college experience is overwhelmingly standard. He goes to his classes (most of the time), goes to parties on the weekends (sometimes), goofs off with his friends when he’s supposed to be studying (all of the time), and eats like shit. 

(The plus side to his eating-like-shit habits is that he’s a gym junkie, which means that in theory, every time he exercises he burns off all of the shit and just leaves the energy behind. In theory.)

He operates under the assumption that he leads a very normal college life. He is but a typical student with a very small budget who detests the fact that he has to buy brand new versions of his textbooks just so he can get the online access code. He thinks he’s nothing but average. 

His friends think differently. 

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awwww i loved thisssss and also, what princess wants is a classic! adore it.

Okay Imma ask ‘what princess wants’ couple I love them sm🥺🥺 So.. how did you guys meet? And how long have you been together??🥰🥰

Thank you for asking this babe!!! Here you go !

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You two actually met at the Tattoo parlor because your friend dragged you along with her to get a tattoo.

She kept telling you about how she wanted to get a certain tattoo on her shoulder blade.

And about how hot her tattoo artist was.

You almost had a heart attack when you saw Jimin.

So let’s not even talk about when you saw a gloomy Taehyung trail out of his little room with a tight t-shirt paired with some ripped jeans and to top it off black Timberlands.

His hair was a complete mess, yet that had managed to make him even more handsome.

how? The? Fuck?

You had stared at him for a good 3 minutes before you noticed Jimin pinching Taehyung’s arms teasingly while muttering “I think you’ve got a fan, pretty boy.”

That was when the boy had glanced in your direction with an annoyed expression.

Out of panic you awkwardly waved before your friend hand slapped your hand down with a small “Don’t do that..”

What had took Jimin off guard was the small wave Taehyung had sent back, along with a faint smile.

That’s the most Jimin’s ever seen Tae smile in public-

After that, Taehyung had left to his room to finish up a costumer.

You had followed your friend and a pretty boy named Seokjin to a room at the end of the hall

You sat there for about 20 minutes watching them shamelessly flirt with each other before you had to use the bathroom.

Silently telling your friend where you were going, you continued to leave the room and use the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom, you didn’t expect to see the pretty (at the moment) blonde haired boy standing there, silently laughing at something Jimin said.

Apparently he had heard the door shut behind you, because he immediately looked your way.

You were beet red when you saw heard him mutter a quick “hold on” to Jimin in probably the deepest, sexiest voice you had ever heard.

That day he had bluntly asked for your number.

You just assumed that he didn’t know how to ask politely and gave him your number.

Now you’ve been in a relationship with him for two years and the two of you can’t be happier!

just to save it. one of my faves!

What princess wants ✗ K.TH

✗ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

✗ Genre; fluff, sprinkle of smut in the end

✗ Tags: college!au, established relationship, tattoo artist!Tae x sweet!reader

✗ Word count: 4k

✗ Warnings: There will be mentions of smut, Taehyung’s protective, the word daddy is used all the time between these two whether sexual or not, small in size!reader, tattooed!Taehyung, broad!taehyung, size kink, Tae babies reader a lot, manhandling, jealous!Taehyung, snarky!reader, tattoo artist!bts, reader likes to bite taehyung’s fingers, low key has a thing for his hands, slight jealous!Taehyung, mentions of spanking, sprinkle of smut at the end, everything is fluff tbh, size kink

✗ Rating: M

✗ Synopsis: You practically run your 5′11, tattooed, pierced, mean and moody Boyfriend but he doesn’t seem to have any complaints.

✗ A/N: This is kinda like a story of how this couples day goes usually and some small events, I hope you enjoy!

✗ Masterlist: Here

✗ Moodboard and playlist: Here

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First of all: i like this so so much i think i’ve already read abt 3 times! this tae comforts me so much *sighs*

Second: this little thing definitely deserves a sequel!! I’d love to read how this goes, cause he seems so in love it hurts meeeee!!! anyways, loved it

Taehyung: “Can you pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?”

Prompt requested by @btskpopfans: V 

#5 - “Hey, don’t cry, alright? I’m here…” 

#10- “C-can you just pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?” 

Warning: sort of angsty tae, smol fluff

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You panicked, your palms all sweaty and your lips were quivering slightly. 

“What’s wrong, little girl? You look so hot in that dress, makes me wanna…” the man in front of you slurred, slowly walking towards you. Your eyes widen in fear. “Mm, so hot in that tight little dress. What a fuckin’ whore…” 

“No, get off of me!” you bellowed as it took all of your might to push him back. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, and you took your chance to run towards the booth where all of your friends were– where Taehyung was. 

Taehyung was always your best friend, he was always there for you when you needed him, and vice versa. The both of you were the duo. He helped you with your problems and he made you laugh like no other. 

In Taehyung’s point of view, he liked you. He liked you since the beginning. He liked how you just weren’t afraid to show how you really care for him, and not unlike his other girl-friends, who were totally fake and just wanted him for one thing. 

Your group of friends looked at you in confusion, why you were just running from the other side of the bar in your heels. “You okay, Y/N?” your friend, Anna, asked you while taking a sip of her beer. You shook your hands at them, telling them to not worry. 

You looked at Taehyung and concern was written all over his face, he noticed how your eyebrows were furrowed, your mouth into a slight frown, and your eyes were glistening in fear. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

He has always used that petname on you, always. It always made your heart flutter and your cheeks tinted in red. He also uses the word babe as well. He wishes that it was all true. 

You leaned down, mouth nearing his right ear and whispering what you never thought you would ever say.  “C-can you just pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?”

After you pulled back a little, you noticed how his face changed from being in burden, to knowing what it meant. His eyes widened and immediately stood up, looking behind you. 

He saw the man that was harassing you earlier, coming over where Y/N was. Tae’s protective side immediately was turned on, grabbing your hand and pulling you both away from the booth as much as he possibly can for the others to avoid seeing the situation. He was always like this, always so watchful and defensive for you. It warms your heart on how much he cares about you. 

“Step away, man.” The guy spoke, a beer bottle in his hands. 

“No, what the fuck, how dare you talk to my girl like this?” Tae shouted. His grip on your hands tightening. It scared you to see him like this, getting angrier and angrier every second. “You piece of shit, let go of her, you’re not his guy!” 

“Why? If I wasn’t hers’ then it doesn’t give you the right to talk to a lady like that! I’m not his guy, huh? You’re telling me to let go of her because she’s not mine? Why? If let go of her then you dickhead would fuck her right here!” Veins in his neck were prominent, and you were scared that one of them might pop. His voice getting louder and deeper, getting rough than ever. “Tae…” you whispered behind him, rubbing his back. But that didn’t do anything. 

“Step away, asshole.” the guy spoke, opposite of Taehyung. His voice was calm, but noticed how he slurred his words. “No, not ever.” he said through gritted teeth. 

“Fine.” 

And after a split second, the man swung his arm on Taehyung. 

He let go of your hand, grabbing the man by the collar and they started to fight. You stepped back, eyes watering in shock and fear. You covered your mouth, unable to do anything. Idiot. You thought to yourself. 

Even with a blurry vision, you grabbed Taehyung back with all of your strength, pulling him away from each other. “Tae, please.” You begged him, but that didn’t stop him. They continued to punched each other until they had scars on their faces. People were looking, gasping in shock while you saw your group of friends coming over. One of them hugged you tight while the others made them to separate. You cried on your friend’s shoulder. 

You didn’t like seeing him like this. The term “Tae was physically fighting and receiving scars for the sake of you” made you hate yourself. 

Everything happened so fast. They were fighting and punching each other’s faces until there were bruises and scars. You have never imagined the night ending up like this. 

Once they were finally separated with a help of other men in the club, they took the guy away and got him kicked out. After a while, Tae was brought back to the booth while you and your friend just stood there, releasing everything at her shoulders. 

“Where’s Y/N…I have to go to her.” 

Was all Tae said, while your other friends kept insisting him to drive him home already to get himself fixed up. There was scars on his cheek and on his temples, the guy apparently had rings on him which made it more painful. “No, Taehyung. Listen, you could speak to her after you–” 

“NO! I want to go to her!” he pushed himself out of their grip and stood up, going to find you. 

He soon found you on the second floor, sitting on a couch lazily looking up at the ceiling. Contemplating about everything. You heard long strides of footsteps coming closer and your first instinct was to flinch and cover yourself up; you didn’t know why. 

“Hey, hey, Y/N. It’s just me.” A familiar voice said and a sudden rush of comfort flooded your whole body. You saw how beaten his face looked and you stood up and hugged him tightly, suddenly crying once again. You were really a mess for tonight. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I-its all my fault for d-dragging you in this m–” 

“–No, no. Don’t blame yourself baby.” he whispered, looking at your face. He loves you so much. “It’s not your fault, alright? Not your fault…” You buried your face on the crook of his neck once again, your arms wrapped around his body while one of his hand was holding your head while the other was on your back, big hands pressing against it warmly. He rubbed your back soothingly while sweetly swinging your bodies side to side. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cry anymore, alright? I’m here…” he hushed softly, hugging your delicate figure tightly. “You’re going to be safe with me, okay? Always. I’m always here for you, whenever you need me.” he lifted you head to make you look at his eyes, really meaning what he said. “Okay? I want you to remember that i’m always by your side.” Taehyung can’t help the butterflies in his stomach to take over, making him kiss you forehead softly but firmly. You yourself were surprised at first, but you didn’t care. You were so thankful for him. 

“Tae…” You said, looking up at him. “Hmm? What is it?” 

“I-I…”

You choked on your words, smiling down on the ground shyly. “Y/N?” Taehyung noticed this and it made him laugh a little, grabbing your chin with his fingers delicately and moving your head up at him once again. “Tell me.” 

“I think…I think I’m in love with you.” 

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a/n; SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO SHORT, exams are testing my nerves right now :/  either way, I hope you enjoyed this one! xoxo

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comfort zone!!!

Bts Reaction - when you’re stressed/overworked

Seokjin

“I hate this time of year.”  

“Since when?”  Jin asks from where he’s sat at your side, thinly veiled amusement lilting his voice as his fingers rub neat little circles into the muscles of your lower back.  

“Since forever,” you reply stubbornly, your head flopping forward just in time to see your festively themed socks staring right back up at you mockingly.  “It’s too busy.  Too many assholes buying shitty stuff no one really needs.”  Jin hums sympathetically but allows you to continue your rant interrupted, even though he’s heard it a million times before.  “I swear to god if I have to listen to one more rendition of Holly Jolly Christmas I’m gonna fucking scream.”   

This time Jin just laughs out right, the hand that had been rubbing your sore back leaving to cover his mouth instead.  

“It’s true.”  You sit up a little straighter whilst Jin is busy laughing, grimacing at the ache as you roll your shoulders back.  Standing at a cash register for 8 hours straight is definitely not your idea of a good time.  

“You’re lucky I let you kiss me with that mouth,” he teases as his chuckles subside and you give him a withering look.  Jin can turn the air just as blue when the mood suits him, and you both know it.  He watches the way you twist in your seat to try and get comfortable, a miserable look maring your pretty face, and the affection he feels for you only seems to swell and grow all the more. “How about I go run you a bath?”  You look up with wide, hopeful eyes.

“With the strawberry bubbles?”

“With the strawberry bubbles,” Jin confirms, smiling broadly at the look glee that flashes across your face.  He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead as he rises from the sofa, tucking your hair behind you ear, and as he leaves the room Jin notices the way you shuffle yourself into the very corner of the cushions and lean your weary head against them.  

You might well say you hate your job, but Jin knows you always give it your best nonetheless, and it makes him proud.  It doesn’t take him long to get your bath ready, scalding hot and bubbling over, just the way you like it, and when it’s done he beckons you in a sing-song voice to which you don’t respond.  

“Sweetheart?”  He rounds the door into the living room and his eyes immediately land upon your sleeping frame, curled up in that soft corner of the sofa, your head lolling against the arm.  It’s with a fond, soft smile that Jin finds an even softer blanket with which to cover you over, letting it settle gently across your form and then tucking in the sides.  You look so sweet and innocent when you sleep - totally incapable of the crude words that’d been tumbling out of your mouth only minutes before - and Jin has to fight the urge to wake you just so he can hold you in his arms.  

“Sleep tight.”

Yoongi

You’re lying on the sofa with your eyes closed trying to will away the pain thumping between your eyebrows when you hear Yoongi arrive home.  The front door slams so hard that it practically shakes the frame around it, and it’s so loud and abrupt that it actually makes you groan aloud, rubbing your temples as the aching only intensifies.  

Maybe if you were in a better state of mind you would’ve noticed how unusual it is that Yoongi neglects to call out his usual greeting.  Instead of speaking all you hear is your boyfriend dropping his bag onto the hardwood floor of the hallway with a clatter, and once again you grimace at the sound.  

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he enters the living room, his voice deadpan.  “So you are alive then.”  

“Just about,” you murmur, pinching the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger.  Yoongi’s silent for long enough that it sufficiently piques your curiosity into prising one eye open.  He’s sat on the sofa opposite with a sullen look on his face, though you’ve no idea for what reason.  “You alright?”  He looks back at you blankly for a moment, one ankle resting atop the opposite knee, and the ice in his stare unsettles you.  What’s gotten into him?  

“Check your phone,” he instructs, nodding towards where it lays at your side.  You do.  Ten missed calls and five text messages.  Shit.  “I’ve been trying to call you for like half an hour.”  

“My phone was still on silent from work, sorry,” you apologise with a frown, laying it face down on the cushions.  Even the light of the screen is hurting your eyes.  

“I’ve asked you so many goddamn times to turn it back on once you get home.”  You’d thought it would’ve been over after you apologised, but apparently not.  He still looks just as pissed off as before, and you can feel yourself becoming upset almost instantly, your throat tightening with emotion.  

You wouldn’t get anywhere near this upset, normally.  Yoongi can be a little grumpy sometimes - ok maybe a lot grumpy - but usually if you apologise and just give him a little time he’ll be back to normal in almost no time at all.  That’d probably be the case now, too, if you could only stand to give him that time in which to calm down.  As it happens, though, you’re still wound up far too tight from your hideous day and the pain thumping inside your skull to take his criticisms anywhere near to gracefully.  

“Yoongi, I-”  He cuts you off, oblivious to the moisture glistening in your eyes.

“What if something had happened?  What would’ve happened then?”  

It catches Yoongi totally off guard when you suddenly burst into tears.  It seems to come out of nowhere; one minute you’re just sitting there looking at him, a frown that he’d mistaken for stubborness written on your face, and the next you’re sobbing your heart out into your hands.  The guilt he feels is instantaneous, all the irritation he’d felt melting away when he sees the state you’re in.

“Hey, c’mon,” he says gently, coming to sit gingerly at your side.  He places his arm around your shoulder, worrying his bottom lip, but is relieved when you instantly lean into his chest to cry on his shoulder.  

“Sorry,” you sniffle, voice thick, his t-shirt fisted in your hands, “There’s just… there’s so much going on… I’ve got so much to do and I had such a-”  A hiccup interrupts your rambling sentence and Yoongi rubs your back soothingly, pressing a kiss into your hair.  “-I had such a horrible, horrible day.  I can’t deal with this from you too, Yoongi, not right now.”  

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap so he can fold you in his arms.  You take comfort in it, letting yourself relax into his warmth, soothed by the familiar smell of the aftershave you bought him.  “I’m sorry.  Please, don’t cry anymore.”  

Hoseok

Hobi can tell something’s not quite right with you from the very moment you get home.

You’re not your usual chirpy self, and you’re certainly not acting as you normally do. Most days you come tumbling through the door after class, full of smiles and tales of your day, throwing yourself onto his lap with a childlike exuberance that he loves - but not today.  Today you shuffle into the living room, dragging your feet, and when Hobi greets you just as heartily as he always does he can tell you’re struggling to summon something that would seem anywhere near enthusiastic.  

“Hey,” you reply softly when he bounds up to you and takes hold of your hand to pull you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  He tries to smile just as brightly as always, hoping his good mood with be infectious.  

“How was class?”  

“Yeah, not bad,” you answer quickly - a little too quickly for his liking, actually.  “What do you want for dinner?  That chicken needs using…”  

You know you’re changing the topic, and you can already tell that Hoseok sees right through you, but you can’t face talking about your day just yet.  It’s not like anything particularly awful has happened to set you off, but you’ve got so many assignments that are due, so many exams coming up in the next few weeks, that it’s all starting to pile up on top of you.  There’s only so long you can keep smiling and pretending like everything’s ok before you break, and you know if you start talking about it now that’s that’s what’ll end up happening.  

“Sure,” Hobi concedes.  He knows you well enough to realise you’ll speak to him when you’re ready.  It’s not worth pushing.  Not now.  

He releases your hand and lets you escape into the kitchen, settling back onto the sofa and picking up the comic book he’d been absorbed in before you got home.  He hopes you’ll find some comfort in cooking - he knows you’ve always liked the order and structure of it - but when he hears a plate smash not ten minutes later he realises that must not be the case.  

“Baby, are you alright?” Hobi asks as he pushes open the kitchen door, already frowning in concern.  He finds you kneeling on the floor, broken pieces of crockery in your hands and tears silently streaming down your pretty face, and when you lift your face to meet his eyes you end up slicing open your finger on one of the shards.  

“Ouch,” you hiss, “Shit.  God damn it.”  You stick your finger in your mouth, sniffing roughly and trying to stem your tears as Hobi rushes over to you.

“Hey, leave that, c’mere,” he tells you, taking your free hand and pulling to standing.  He leads you over to the sink, turning on the tap, and you let him draw your injured finger from your mouth to run it under the water, tending to you gently.   

“Sorry, I’m so clumsy today,” you mumble, wiping the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.  

“Don’t apologise,” he says softly, looking into your eyes with a small, encouraging smile.  Hobi’s being so sweet with you, so gentle, that it’s almost overwhelming and nearly makes you start crying all over again when he kisses you, cradling your face in his hands.  “I’ll make dinner, ok?” he tells you when he pulls away, “You just go sit and rest.”   

The smile you give Hobi then is genuine and broad; the first real smile you’ve managed all day.

“Do you even know what I’m making?”  It was sweet of him to offer, really, but you’re fairly certain Hobi will end up breaking even more plates than you if you leave him in here unattended.  That, and quite possibly burn the place down.  He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, and the love you feel for him sits heavy and warm in your heart.  “It’ll be more fun if we do it together anyway.” 

 Namjoon

“Baby, can’t you leave that for a while?”  Namjoon’s calling over to you from his seat on the couch, a book in his hands, whilst you’re sat busy squinting at your glowing laptop screen right across the other side of the room.  “Haven’t you done enough for one night?”

No, you haven’t, and that’s exactly the problem.  Your editor wanted you to have at least three articles written and ready to print by Monday, and right now you’re still faltering on the second.  

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter darkly, fingers tapping away on the keyboard.  It’s the only sound to cut through the silence following your ill-tempered words, but when you hear Namjoon let out an accompanying sigh, guilt starts to fester in your stomach .  You might well be stressed, but Namjoon doesn’t deserve to take the brunt of it.  You sigh too, removing your fingertips from the keys. “Sorry, I’m just…”  Looking over your shoulder, you see Namjoon looking over at you, book laid face down on his knee, concern crumpling his features.  “I’ve just really had enough.”  He blinks, pausing, and then puts his book aside and beckons you over with an incline of his head.  

There’s a sense of relief that’s almost instantaneous when Namjoon welcomes you onto your lap, wrapping you up in his arms whilst your head finds its way to rest atop his bony shoulder.  He holds you like that for a while, silent but strong, and the way his lips brush through your hair to press kisses to your scalp brings you more comfort than you’d anticipated such a simple gesture could.  

“Why don’t you go get your blankie?” Namjoon whispers in your ear after a minute or two has passed, and your stomach does a little flip-flop of excitement at even the mere suggestion of it.  

“Really?”  An amused smirk stretches across Namjoon’s face when he takes in the way your eyes have already widened.  You look adorable, your features having instantly softened at just the offer.  He gives you a short nod and within seconds you’re scampering off his lap and up the stairs, and Namjoon can hear you moving around up there, going into your closet to fetch all your favourite things for these special times when you like to feel little.  

In minutes you reappear, stood in the doorway dressed in a cute cartoon nightdress and long socks, a blanket in one hand and a thumb in your mouth, and Namjoon feels his heart swell with affection for you.  It shows on his face, in the breadth of his smile and the depth of his dimples.  

“Come here, baby girl,” he beckons in a whisper and once again you climb onto his lap, curling yourself up and snuggling close.  Although it’d felt comforting to be held by Namjoon before, it feels a million times better now his hand is gently caressing your thigh through the soft cotton of your nightdress.  It’s not a sexual thing - not right now, anyway - but in either circumstance Namjoon always seems to know just what you need when you need it.  

“You work so hard,” he mumbles against your forehead after he’s pressed a kiss against it, still rubbing his large hand up and down your thigh soothingly as you suck your thumb, head nestled in the crook of his neck.  “Daddy’s so proud of you.”  

“Are you?” you ask around your thumb, pulling away enough to be able to look up at him innocently from under your lashes.  

“Of course I am,” he chuckles softly, thumbing your cheek.  He knows you’re fishing for compliments but he oblidges nonetheless, eager to do anything he can to make you feel better.  “How could I not be of a pretty, perfect little girl like you?”  You blush almost as pink as you’re nightie, and the sight of it makes Namjoon smile all the more.  

“Daddy’ll take care of you tonight, don’t you worry.”  

Jimin

There was so much you still had to do. You had piles of work left to finish before the weekend was over; three essays, a group project, and not to mention all the papers you had left to edit. Your mind was reeling so much with the idea of doing it all that as you unlocked the door to you and Jimin’s shared apartment, you didn’t notice anything out of place.

You shuffle your shoes off and hang your jacket up. Shuffling through your bag to get out the immense stack of paper you had to work your way through tonight, you make your way towards your bedroom, only pausing and looking up when a slight clearing of Jimin’s throat calls for your attention.

You glance up, stunned by the sight that awaits you.

Before you is Jimin, a bouquet of flowers in hand, smiling and looking at you like you put the sun in his sky.

“Jimin… what’s all this?” you ask him as he walks towards you. He gingerly takes your very important school bag from you, placing it on the ground and handing you the flowers in its place. You’re sure that your mouth keeps opening and closing like a fish, but Jimin chooses to pay it no mind.

“You’ve been working so hard lately, babe,” he tells you. “I want to take you out, just for one night, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve got to relieve some stress!”

You nod quickly and gaze down at the flowers with a silly smile on your face. Jimin always knew just what to do to make you feel better.

When you finally look back at him, you’re struck by just how handsome he is. Jimin always looks good, but he’s done up in a particularly nice outfit tonight; fitted trousers and a black button up shirt.

You always loved Jimin in black.

“Where are we going? You look nice,” you say once you’re finished with your ogling.

“Maybe a movie… then dinner? That sound good?”

When you nod in response he motions to the bed where a neat white box lays. He shoves you towards it, gesturing for you to open the unexpected present. As your hands tear at the tape on the box, Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder to watch for your reaction.

He’s not disappointed as your eyes widen comically at the dress that lays within the box. The material is soft and the dress shimmers as you pick it up. It’s one of the most gorgeous things you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it almost feels as if the dress was made with you in mind.

Jimin hurries you to try it on, and even though you try to protest - telling him that this dress was definitely too expensive for you to ever accept - you both know it’s a hopeless endeavor.

Jimin goes bright red when he sees you in it, and pulls you towards the door to drag you out on your date.

“Thank you, Jiminie,” you tell him during dinner, “you’ve made me feel so much better tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” he smiles sweetly, eyes crinkling, “Besides, if you think this is good, wait how good I’ll have you feeling when we get back home.”

Taehyung

You were exhausted. That’s not even the right word for it. You were definitely sure that no one had ever been as tired as this. Ever. In the history of the world. And you weren’t being dramatic.

You seriously had just had the day from hell. You’d been running around all day. Everyone had needed you to do everything for them, apparently; as if they thought you didn’t have your own job to do on top! And then they’d had the audacity to make you stay late to finish all the personal work you should’ve been doing while you were stuck helping everyone else. You understood that you had a deadline to meet, but couldn’t you at least take the work home to finish?

As you make it through your front door the only thing you can think about is bed - your beautiful, soft, wonderful bed - but your stomach seems to have other ideas.

You’d skipped lunch in an effort to get your work done, and skipped breakfast in order to get an early start, and now, as late as it is, you’ve yet to have eaten. And you know there’s no way you can ever get to sleep feeling this hungry.

But - much to your dismay - as you dig through your cabinets you find that unless you’re in the mood for peanut butter or mini wheats (unfrosted, with no milk) then you’re shit out of luck.

And that’s where Taehyung finds you. Crying over a box of mini wheats.

“Oh my god?” he calls to you. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?!”

“W-Who the fuck buys unfrosted mini wheats?” you sob loudly.

Taehyung, for his part, does his best not to laugh at you. He comes up and grabs the cereal box away from you, pulling you into his chest for a hug.

As he hugs you, you tell him about your day, and how tired and hungry you are. You let Taehyung move you to the couch, and before you can even protest, he’s got Tan-ah on the lead and leaves for the store.

He’s back within ten minutes - and you’re impressed because the store is a ten minute walk, both ways - and in his arms he carries two bags of groceries. He makes you a quick but simple dinner, and once you’ve finished you do feel much, much better.

You stand to head up to bed, but Tae grabs your arm.

“Wait, before you sleep there’s one more thing.”

You shoot him a questioning gaze, but he just smiles and heads back to the kitchen.

When he returns, he’s got a piece of cheesecake on a plate for you, topped with whipped cream as well.

“Here you go, love,” he says as he hands it to you. “You deserve a little treat after the day you’ve had.”

You stare down at the cheesecake, dumbfounded, and you can feel your eyes filling with tears.  It’s only cheesecake, but it’s also your favourite kind, and the fact that he’d gone out of his way to get it and hide it to give you a sweet little surprise has you feeling all kinds of emotional.  

“Oh shit, what’s wrong now?” Tae panics and you just laugh at him as you wipe away the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Nothing’s wrong, silly.” You tell him, “I just love you, is all.”

“Oh good!” Taehyung’s face brightens. “I love you too, very much. Now… eat your cheesecake.”

Jungkook

The sound of another explosion from the television pulls your focus again. Normally, Jungkook’s video games don’t bother you from your work at all, but tonight this writing is seriously kicking your ass. Everything is distracting you.

You’ve probably rewritten this one paragraph at least six times. It’s got to be perfect. Monthly reviews are coming up, and you’re really desperately hoping for a raise of some sort. You put your heart and soul into your job. This has to be perfect.

“Noona?” Jungkook calls softly, and you’re distracted from your writing. Again.

“Yes?”

“Noona, I can feel you seething from here. What’s up?” Jungkook asks, his doe eyes finding yours, flicking between them with concern.  

“Just work,” you say, and the younger boy nods slowly, momentarily turning back to his game.

He knows how important your job is to you. That’s one thing that you really love about your boyfriend; he understands the value of hardwork. And even more importantly, he understands that sometimes your daily life will sometimes suffer if you want to be truly successful. He never scolds you for being late or doing too much work. He doesn’t get mad when you can’t see him for days on end because of a project, and in return you do the same for him. It’s nice to have someone who finally just gets it.

But tonight, when he hears you huff and sigh for the millionth time, he’s not having any of it. Jungkook shifts forward to place his playstation controller on the coffee table,  then he quickly grabs your laptop and places it there as well with a purposeful look on his face.  You open your mouth disbelievingly, trying to will yourself to feel angry about Jungkook’s interference but honestly, you’re really kind of glad.  

Jungkook just places a finger against your mouth comically, smiling at you as he pulls you down into his lap without much resistance on your part. His hands find their way up to your head, his fingers trailing through your tresses and scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Enough work for today, noona,” he tells you,  “You can’t work well if you’re too stressed. Try again tomorrow, after you’ve had some sleep.”

You open your mouth to respond, but as his fingers pull through your hair again all that comes out is a soft sigh. You let your boyfriend stroke and caress you, and soon feel your stress begin to melt away with his touch.

The scratch of his short nails against your scalp feels too good, and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep, eyelids heavy. You’re about to drift off completely when you hear Jungkook start singing softly under his breath, his own eyes closed, head tilted back against the sofa cushions.  You’re both going to end up falling asleep at this rate.

His voice makes your heart race just a bit and you can’t help but smile.

“Jungkookie,” you say, twisting your head.in his lap to better look up at him, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“I know,” the younger boy smirks, eyes remaining closed, “I love you too.”

- Steph and Mackenzie <3 <3