I Stand By My Statement: The Softest Of The Hogwarts Bangtan Boys Is Namjoon By A Long Shot! Hes Just

I stand by my statement: the softest of the Hogwarts Bangtan Boys is Namjoon by a long shot! 🥺 He’s just so freaking precious and cute. Love Nerd’s sass, love that Soobin is also just precious. Such a sweet read to lift anyone’s spirits (aka written by a true Hufflepuff)!

Blooming; knj.

Pairing: Ravenclaw! Namjoon x Hufflepuff! Reader

Genre: Fluff. A little angst. Hogwarts! AU. Non-Idol! AU.

Summary: As your seventh and final year at Hogwarts is overshadowed by the return of the Triwizard Tournament, you find that it's the small moments and little thing hold the most magic.

Rating & Warnings: PG. A little mutual pining. Namjoon is really soft, Reader is very much in love. Choi Soobin makes a cameo appearance as our reader's best friend.

Word Count: 4.7k.

A/N: This piece is for the BTS x Hogwarts collab hosted by @homeofbangtan. I want to dedicate this to @joyfulhopelox, @delacyrose224, @hyungieyoongi, @imyourhobiii, and @rosietae. You guys are as much a part of this fic as I am. You are my inspiration and my motivation. Thank you for all that you do. A HUGE THANK YOU to @hobipaint for taking the time to beta this and to @ttaetae for creating the stunning banner!

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Sixth Year, Spring Term.

March.

You wouldn’t say that you were one to handle unforeseen circumstances with grace and dignity. Maybe that’s the reason you found yourself here now, an empty bucket caught in your white-knuckled grip with a very surprised, soil covered Ravenclaw boy standing near the greenhouse entrance.

“Seriously?” The Ravenclaw chokes out, dusting the dirt off of himself, a quick wince shifting his features when his fingers pluck an earthworm from his silver hair. “Did you really just throw potting soil at me? Are you insane?”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone else to come waltzing into the greenhouses tonight! Especially not this late!”

The boy stared at you incredulously, trying to wipe some of the dirt from his robes. “So you attack me with dirt?! How could that have possibly seemed like a good idea?”

“I said I was sorry!” You take a few steps closer to him, careful to avoid knocking off the freshly potted plants from the table as you set down the now empty bucket. “Are...Are you okay? What are you doing in the greenhouses so late?”

“I’m fine. I couldn’t sleep and I like it here.” He admits without hesitation. “Why are you here?”

“Same as you. Professor Longbottom turns a blind eye as long as I help out with the chores around the greenhouses he can’t get to during the day.”

He peeks over your shoulder to see what you had been working on prior to the all of the commotion before stepping up to the edge of the work table to get a closer look. He picks up one of the pots, holding it away from him as he gives it a thorough examination before placing it back down and repeating the process with the other.

“These are Moonseed and Fanged Geranium, right? I’ve read about them in Goshawk’s Guide To Herbology. ”

“Yeah. They are.” You nod, impressed. “Both highly poisonous as I’m sure you’ve learned through your research, so no more surprises, okay?”

“You have my word.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender, the ghost of a dimpled smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You hold out a dragon-hide gloved hand in his direction.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Initial impression aside.” He takes your hand in his, dimples further denting his cheeks as his smile grows wider. “I’m Namjoon.”

He moves to shrug out of his dirty robes, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

“Mind if I help you? I’ve always wanted to get my hands on Fanged Geranium.”

You grab your spare pair of gloves from the table and hold them out for him to take.

“Be my guest.”

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

September.

“They can’t be serious, right? They’re bringing the tournament back after what happened last time?” Your best friend and fellow Hufflepuff - Choi Soobin - leans over, eyes wide and jaw gaping. “This has got to be some kind of joke! The last time they held the tournament, Barty Crouch Jr., a literal Death Eater, spent most of the year disguised as a professor while he kept the real Mad Eye in a trunk! Voldemort hijacked the maze task and kidnapped both of the Hogwarts champions! Someone died!”

“I don’t think this is a joke, Soobs.” You spare your best friend a solemn smile, the knot forming in your stomach tightening.

“I’m going to be sick.” Soobin pushes away his plate full of half eaten roasted chicken and fried potatoes, reaching for his goblet to wash down the bitter taste left in his mouth by the announcement of the tournament with a large gulp of pumpkin juice.

With the return of the infamous Triwizard Tournament, your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was bound to be unlike any that had come before it. Long gone were the dreams of days spent curled up on the couch near the hearth in the Hufflepuff common room and late nights tucked away in the greenhouses covered in soil as you listened to the sound of the crickets singing into the darkness.

No, the halls of the castle would be abuzz with the excitement brought on by the three tasks, each more daunting than the last. The normal sea of black robes would be intermingled with the silky blue dresses of Beauxbatons Academy and the red velvet and fur trimmed uniforms of Durmstrang Institute.

“This is insane! Surely the headmaster has lost his mind!”

You catch Namjoon’s eye from across the Great Hall, his own look of surprise surely mirroring the one etched onto your features. His dark eyes are wide, normally rosy cheeks flushed and pale. You wish you could read his mind and know what he’s thinking, what is running through his mind as his teeth latch onto his bottom lip, gnawing absently on the plump flesh. His fingers are threaded together, elbows resting on the deep mahogany of the Ravenclaw table.

He had written to you over the summer break, sharing the hushed conversations he had overheard his mother and father having late into the night as the new term had drawn closer. His father, the right hand of the current Minister of Magic, had heard rumors floating around about the return of the tournament but Namjoon’s father, and Namjoon himself, took it with a grain of salt.

There was always talk of it reemerging, but nothing ever came to fruition in the past.

Not until now.

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

October.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

It had become routine, sitting together in the classes you shared, partnering up for projects and sharing whispered conversations as the professor’s lectures droned on in the background. At night, you would steal away to the greenhouses long after the castle had gone quiet in search of each other's company.

Kim Namjoon spares you one of his heartstopping dimpled grins and a little wave as he slides into the empty spot to your left. He sets his books and wand onto the table in front of him without much thought, each in pristine condition unlike your secondhand tomes, the binding cracked and threatening to fall apart at the seams.

“Have you ever known me to pass up a chance for butterbeer or Honeydukes, Joon?”

The dimly lit potions classroom leaves shadows dancing across Namjoon’s features. Even the darkness of the castle dungeons can’t seem to dull the shine of the smile that spreads across his lips, dimples indenting his cheeks.

“That’s true.” He laughs, taking out his parchment form last class, the page filled with his slanted, messy scrawl. You had always found his handwriting endearing, messy and utterly Namjoon. “You’ve got to have the biggest chocolate frog and peppermint toad stash out of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!” You knock your shoulder against his, flipping your potions textbook open to the page marked at the front of the room on the chalkboard. “I wouldn’t have to keep so many if you didn’t steal them out of my bag all the time!”

“You’re the one who always asks me if I want one!”

“It’s called being polite!”

“Saying no when you offer me one wouldn’t exactly be polite, now would it?”

“Whatever.” You huff, rolling your eyes in jest. “I should make you pitch in to replace the ones we’ve eaten if you’re going to keep eating them, too.”

“Okay.” He picks up his quill as the professor begins the lesson. “Guess that means we’re going to Hogsmeade together then. Meet me in the courtyard at eight Saturday morning?”

Saturday morning, the air is crisp and cold, the wind stinging at your nose and cheeks as you walk the cobblestone streets alongside Namjoon, taking refuge in one of the many shops when the cold seeps through your coat. After seeing you shiver, Namjoon takes the tabongin off his head and pulls it over yours, making sure to cover your ears to shield them from the cold.

“There.” He pats the top of your head after the knit is secured to his liking. “Better?”

“Much.” You nod, chalking up the burning in your cheeks to the chill and not the result of his warm gaze lingering on you. “Where should we go first?”

Namjoon simply smiles, leading you towards the entrance of Dogweed And Deathcap, Hogmead’s one and only herbology shop.

Namjoon buys an assortment of herbology and astronomy books from Tomes And Scrolls and a new set of quills and ink from Scrivenshaft’s.

You drag him along behind you in Zonko’s Joke Shop, pointing to the products you had taken home after last year and telling him the stories of the pranks you had played on your muggle parents.

By the time you’re stepping out of Honeydukes, bags of peppermint toads, chocolate frogs, and sugar quills in hand, you’re more than happy to slide into one of the tables at The Three Broomsticks with a mug of warm butterbeer warming your numb hands, both of your closest friends joining you.

“Wait, so you’re the reason Joon comes back to Ravenclaw tower every night covered in dirt?” Namjoon’s best friend, playfully dubbed ‘Nerd’, nearly chokes on a sip of butterbeer after he introduces you. She sputters out a cough, Namjoon’s hand patting at her back in an attempt to help her recover.

“In my defense, the only time it was my fault that he ended up covered in dirt was the first time when we met last year! Every other time, it’s on him! I have never seen someone drop as many pots as him! Last night, he was reaching for one full of dragon dung to fertilize some puffapods and tipped it over and ended up covered in it! Oh, and last week he-”

“Okay, okay.” Namjoon cuts you off, pushing a fresh butterbeer towards you. “I think we get it. I’m a klutz.”

“I’m just teasing you, Joon.” You take a sip, the drink warming your throat.

You miss the way Namjoon’s face falls when Soobin reaches over to wipe away the foam left behind on your top lip after you take a sip of your drink, eyes following the movement of the younger boy’s thumb brushing across your skin.

“Don’t worry too much about. Y/N thinks you being clumsy is cute. It’s pretty much all she-”

You nudge Soobin in the side, elbow colliding with his ribs hard enough to make him wince and shoot a glare in your direction.

“Anyways! What do you guys think the first task is going to be?”

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

November.

You don’t know how long you had been pacing, surely carving a path into the greenhouse floor. The knot in your stomach and lump in your throat refused to ease up, your chest aching as your heart hammered against your ribs with the force of a jackhammer.

Namjoon was late.

Would he even come at all?

The first task had ended hours ago and you hadn’t seen him since. You knew that seeing Sunny collapse after her bout with the dragon had gotten to him, the sight of the Hogwarts champion and one of his closest friends unconscious wracking him with anxiety.

When the greenhouse door opens with a creak, you snap your head up to look at him. You move on instinct, meeting him a few steps into the room. Your arms wrap around his waist in a tight hug, eyes welling up with tears.

He lets out a heavy sigh, arms enveloping you back to return your embrace, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I was worried about you.” Your voice is muffled by his chest but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he’s here, not when you know that he’s hurting. “Are you okay? How is Sunny?”

“She’ll be okay. She’s in the infirmary right now.”

“And you? You’ll be okay, too, right?”

“Yeah.”

You lift your head to look at him. He reaches a hand up, thumb brushing away a stray tear that had started to fall down your cheek. He lets his touch linger, even if only for a moment, before he steps back.

“I’ll be okay.”

There it was again.

The unspoken feeling that seemed to hang over you in moments like this, moments where Namjoon seems less like a friend and more like something deeper, more tangible. Something...more.

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

December.

“Go to the ball with me.”

“What?” You freeze, your lunch all but forgotten as you stare at Soobin in disbelief.

“Go to the ball with me.” Soobin repeats himself with a shrug, shoveling another bite of hash into his awaiting mouth. “It’s not a big deal. If someone else has already asked, it’s cool. I just figured it’d be fun to go together if neither of us already had a date.”

“No one’s asked me, at least not yet, but-”

“But you’re waiting to see if Namjoon does?” He quirks an eyebrow in your direction, smirking. “The ball is in three days, Y/N. If he was going to, I think he would have by now.”

You know that Soobin’s right, the bitter truth of his words sinking in and leaving you feeling like nothing more than a balloon that’s lost all of its air.

“Yeah. You’re right.” You sigh, pushing what’s left of your food around on your plate with your fork. “Sure. Why not? I’ll go with you.”

“Great!” Soobin grins, all wide eyes while he chomps on his hash. “It’ll be great!”

“Hey, Kim!” Park Jimin slings his arm across the back of Namjoon’s shoulders, easily falling into step with the taller boy. “Excited for the Yule Ball? Found yourself a pretty little witch to spin around on the dance floor?”

“I’ll probably just go with Y/N.” Namjoon is quick to roll his eyes, shrugging off Jimin’s arm and putting a bit of distance between them.

“That’s the Hufflepuff girl you’re always hanging out with lately, yeah? I hate to break it to you, buddy, but another Badger asked her if she’d go with him at lunch this afternoon.”

“What?” Namjoon stops dead in his tracks, hands tightening on the books in his grasp. “Did she say she’d go with him?”

“Would you say no to Choi Soobin? I mean, c’mon. Even I’d say yes if he asked me.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Okay, yeah, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t blame her for saying yes, though. He’s got the whole boy next door thing going for him. It’s the pout, I swear. How can anyone say no to that?”

“Earthworm...Y/N doesn’t like him like that.” Namjoon can feel his cheeks burning, heart thundering in his chest. “They’re just friends.”

Namjoon’s not sure who he’s working harder to convince: Jimin or himself.

“Whatever you say. You’re the expert on the subject. But between you and me? If you wanted to ask her, you should have before someone else beat you to it.” Jimin snickers and holds his hands up on surrender, turning on his heel to walk the opposite way down the hall towards his next class.

Namjoon’s feet move on instinct towards Ravenclaw tower, the common room password falling from his lips absently.

If anyone ever asked, Namjoon wouldn’t hesitate to say that the Ravenclaw common room was the best of the four houses.

At the top of a winding spiral staircase on the west side of the castle stands a door without a doorknob nor keyhole. The only indicator that it is a door at all is the bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle that rests at eye level. If one wishes to enter the Ravenclaw common room, they must answer a carefully constructed riddle posed by the eagle. If answered incorrectly, the student would find themselves waiting at the top of the staircase, hoping that another student came along sooner rather than later and was able to answer their riddle correctly.

The domed ceiling reflects the stars etched into the midnight blue carpeting, the patterns creating makeshift constellations. The walls of the wide, circular room are draped with blue and bronze silks, the fabrics swaying in the breeze on the days where the weather was nice enough to permit opening the arched windows. From the tower, you can see everything from the castle grounds and beyond - the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch, the Herbology greenhouses, and the towering peaks of the surrounding mountains. Portraits of famous Ravenclaw alumni are hung about, a white marble statue of the founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, stands next to the door leading to the dormitories. At night, the wind sings as it passes through the staircase leading to the tower, the perfect lullaby to drift off to sleep to.

Namjoon’s favorite part, however, is the house’s own personal library. While it may not be as large as the castle's main library, he was willing to bet it had just as many - if not more - books stacked on the shelves. He often found himself tucked into the back of the shelves perched on the divan in the farthest corner when he wanted a little alone time, flipping through whichever of the many books captured his attention.

He knows when he hears the sound of his name being called that his peace and quiet was about to be cut short. His best friend - affectionately dubbed as ‘Nerd’ by none other than the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Kim Seokjin, himself - finds him in the niche. He closes the book in his hands, his wand resting between the pages as a makeshift bookmark.

“Kim Namjoon. You and I need to have a talk.”

“A talk about what?”

Nerd rolls her eyes, settling into the empty chair across the small table from him. She lets the stack of textbooks and rolled parchment fall onto the tabletop with a huff, the items cluttering the surface.

“Are you really going to sit here and sulk?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not sulking.”

“You totally are! You’re sulking! Look, you’re even pouting!”

“I am not!” Namjoon forces his features to morph into a tense smile, the upturn of his lips awkward. “See?”

“I’ve known you since we were in diapers. It’s going to take more than a fake smile that is quite honestly a little disturbing to convince me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” Nerd slouches in her seat, arms crossed over her chest. “Does it have something to do with Y/N?”

“Y/N? What, no? Why would me being upset, theoretically, have anything to do with her?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Joon. Maybe because you’re in love with her?”

“What? No, I’m not! We’re just friends!”

“Oh really?”

“Yes! Really!” Namjoon’s cheeks are burning, flushing more red than pink.

“Tell me the truth, Joon!”

“Fine! You want to know? I’m jealous that she agreed to go to the Yule Ball with Choi Soobin and not me!”

His outburst captures the attention of the fourth year, Taehyun, sitting at the table adjacent to where they’re sitting. The younger boy shakes his head as Namjoon mutters a quick apology.

“Are you happy now?”

“No.” Nerd frowns, the downturn of her lips makes guilt pool in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach. “I just...I want you to be happy and I know that she does that. Makes you happy.”

“She does.” He doesn’t bother fighting anymore, letting the emotions he’s spent months pushing down bubble up to the surface, threatening to overflow and completely consume him. “But what if I don’t make her happy? What if I couldn’t?”

“You’ll never know unless you try, Joon. I hate seeing you like this. All of the pining from afar is driving me mad. Especially when it is painfully obvious that Y/N is crazy about you. So, are you going to let her slip through your fingers and miss your chance? Or are you going to do something about it?”

“I...I’m going to do something about it.” A small, playful smirk takes over Namjoon’s face when he sees the relief coloring his best friend’s eyes. “Now, what about you? Are you going to take your own advice and finally say something to Jin?”

“Hey!” She raises her wand, fully prepared to send a hex in his direction. “This isn’t about me!”

Fall Semester, Seventh Year.

December, Christmas Eve.

Nestled in a nook on the right hand side of the kitchen corridor, concealed behind a stack of barrels, stands the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. There is no password needed to reveal the entrance, no, instead you must tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff’. When done correctly, the lid of the barrel will swing open, exposing a passageway that will lead to the basement if you crawl.

The basement itself is earth and warm. The close proximity to the kitchens always left the room smelling of freshly baked bread and sweets. The room is always sunny, the circular windows providing a view of dandelions and rippling grass. Plants are scattered about, hanging from the ceiling and lining the windowsills. The head of House, Pomona Sprout, is to thank for the greenery found in the common room and dormitories. She was always happy to encourage those with an interest in Herbology, sharing plants with them that could do everything from blooming only under the light of a full moon to singing and dancing. The Hufflepuff common room is the only of the four houses to have a portrait of their founder, the framed likeness of Helga Hufflepuff hung above the hearth. The wooden fireplace is enchanted to be fireproof, the grains carved with intricate patterns of badgers and lush woodlands.

There are various underground tunnels leading off from the common room, two of which are tucked behind perfectly circular doors that lead to the boy and girl’s respective dormitories.

Tonight, the common room is empty, the fire in the hearth warming the space and casting the room in a golden light.

When you push through the door of the girl’s dorm, you see Soobin standing alone off to the side of one of the many overstuffed sofas adjusting his tie. He’s wearing his best dress robes and sports a smile, giving you a once over.

“Y/N! You look incredible!”

You do a little spin, the silk of your skirt moving with ease, following your movement.

You had seen the dress in the window of Gladrags Wizardwear back in October. It had taken nearly a month to convince yourself that it was justified to spend a rather large chunk of your galleons and sickles on the gown.

“Thank you, Soobs.” You link your arm with his when you reach him.

“Ready to get this show on the road?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” You nod, allowing him to lead you towards the entrance of the common room.

Your eyes search the crowd of students gathered before the entrance of the Great Hall, looking for an all too familiar dimpled smile only to come up short.

“Wait, I’ll be right back.”

You let go of Soobin’s arm, lifting up the hem of your gown as you descend the final steps of the grand staircase when you spot Nerd standing near the entrance to the Great Hall.

“Hey, hi!” You spare an awkward half wave. “Is Namjoon here?”

She smiles, the sight of it bittersweet as she shakes her head.

“No, he made it out of the common room and decided he wasn’t going to come.”

“What? He’s not coming? Where is he?”

“He said he needed to clear his head.” She gives you a knowing look.

The greenhouses.

You nod, thanking her before making your way back to Soobin, weaving through the crowd carefully so you don’t knock into any of the witches or wizards milling about.

“Hey, I am so sorry but I have to go. I have to find Namjoon.”

“Go. It’s okay.” He reaches forward to pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders. “Tell him how you feel.”

“Thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“There’s no need.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. As long as you’re happy, that’s enough for me. Now go!”

“Okay, okay!” You hold your hands up in mock surrender, pulling him into a quick embrace before turning on your heel and heading towards the courtyard and away from the Great Hall.

The sleeves of Namjoon’s wrinkled shirt are pushed haphazardly around his elbows. His suit jacket is laid forgotten at the edge of the table, his tie hanging loosely around his neck - the knot undone and ends hanging at uneven lengths. The thighs of his dress pants are covered in dust and dirt, thoroughly ruined.

He doesn’t hear you enter and you take advantage of that, watching the way he works. He handles the plants and tools laid out before him with care. Your heart breaks when he lets out a muttered curse under his breath and his shoulders slump, hands gripping at the edge of the table and head hanging limply on his neck.

You feel it then, the gravity of what you feel for him.

Your heart is nothing more than a piece of glass in Namjoon’s hands. Any slip of his hands - any tremble or stumble - would leave you shattered and ruined. But, none of that matters. Not when you would still choose to give it to him if you had to do it all over again.

And again. And again. And again.

“Joon? Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t you be at the ball?” He ignores your question, instead posing one of his own.

“Why would I want to be there when you’re here?”

He straightens, keeping his back to you as he messes with the flowers spread out in front of him, holding the petals of the lilac gently between his fingers.

“You’ll ruin your dress.”

“I don’t care.” You refuse to budge, taking a step closer to him, the bottom of your dress brushing across the floor of the greenhouse. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I just…” Namjoon lets out a sigh, setting the pot in his hands back onto the table beside him before turning his attention to you. “I look at you, I hear the sound of your voice, and I can’t help but feel like you’re special. Like the universe took it’s time making you. And when you look at me...I feel like flowers grow in my chest, blooming until it’s impossible to catch my breath.”

His soil stained fingers reach forward to cup your cheek and you find yourself leaning into the warmth of his touch. His palm is warm, the feeling of it pressed gently against your skin comforting.

Up close, Namjoon smells like the earth, of the plants he spends countless hours nurturing under the moonlight and fresh parchment stained by a bottle of freshly opened ink. You can’t help but wonder what shines brighter, the little flecks of gold near his pupil or the view of the stars from the astronomy tower in the dead of the night.

“I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry if I’m too late.”

“You’re telling me now, Joon.” Your hands find his waist, clutching at the hem of his dress shirt and fisting it in your grip.

“Do you know what lilacs mean to muggles?”

“Love. First love.”

“Yeah.” He nods, cheeks dusted an unmistakable shade of pink, even in the dim light of the greenhouse. He motions to the other flowers on the table. “Sunflowers mean loyalty and adoration. Daffodils mean chivalry and new beginnings. I wasn’t...I’m not the best at telling you how I feel. So, I figured I’d show you in a way we both could understand. Through this, through plants and flowers.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I did."

The smile that overtakes Namjoon’s face, his thumb brushing across the apple of your cheek in slow, lazy circles, is enough to leave your resolve cracking. Fracturing and splitting apart, caving to the warmth of his touch and soft glow shining in his eyes. You look away, all of it too much, letting your head rest against his chest. The steady beating of his heart leaves your own aching in your chest.

“I love you, Earthworm.” He means it.

“I love you, too.” You mean it, too.

Me questioning my life 😅

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Tagged by @hyungieyoongi!

Dynamite Era

You're so goddamn cheerful and positive it's almost annoying at times but you give all your friends a pick me up whenever they need it and they appreciate it. Smiles all around! there's no worries here at all, just come vibe with me, we'll get coffee and dance around a store to the songs on the radio. 10/10 good friend award goes to u

Oh, we WILL dance around stores my friends. With coffee. 🤩

Tagging @sunshinejunghoseokie @mochi-molala @joyfulhopelox

which bts era are you?

@parkandblues viola babie thank you for tagging me!

black swan era

gifted kid burn out vibes, god tier aesthetic/style, you listen to classical music to study or just because you like it, but please for the love of god stop being so hard on yourself, those expectations that are placed on you come from people who will never be able to relate to you and never have to experience the things they demand of you, they do not define you, you chose who you want to be.

why is my result so loud? why do i feel so called out? ... but i actually rlly needed to hear this

tagging: @softbobamilktae @tilli-san @intokook (only if you guys want to!) + anyone else interested!

My uterus really screamed help at that point 😍

tete and his tiny co-star 

Oh no, help me 🥺

jungkook gave himself sweater paws 🥺

Rose gold Seokjin 😍

100 days of kim seokjin (42/100)