Namjoon X Boy With Luv (MAMA 2019)

namjoon x boy with luv (MAMA 2019)

absolutely no one : 

jikook : you’re me, I’m you

is it bad that i bought discounted chocolate coins to eat as snacks ??

merry christmas, @softlyjiminie ! i’ve loved chatting with you this month && i hope that we can get to know each other a lot more !!xx — lots of love from your secret santa , nutmeg anon~ <3

(( png credit here , everything else is my own ))

ahhh this is so cute !!! thank you so much gee ! you were a wonderful secret santa <33 xx

◁ all i want for christmas ▷

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Namjoon x @fantasyjoon

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1k

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: fluff and some sad but not quite angsty.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: cancelled plans

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: ❝ Namjoon says he won’t be home for Christmas ❞

𝓪/𝓷: ◃ my secret santa present! happy holidays!  listen to Michael Bublé’s version of All I Want For Christmas Is You▹

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oh my goodness hello i’m so glad you liked it !! ahaha , that narrative voice was somewhat what i was aiming for too , so i’m glad it came across that way (‘:

your feedback is absolutely incredible && i’m not ashamed to say i was squealing for a few minutes after reading it ...... thank you so much for taking the time to read && review my work , it means the world !!<33 xx

holly and ivy ; min yoongi.

since when was your definition of a perfect christmas a cosy night in with your cute neighbour and his dog?

↬  pairing ┇  neighbor!yoongi x gender neutral reader

↬  genre ┇  fluff, LOTS of min holly, not that much romance? they’re shy cuties, but lots of warMth

↬  warnings + rating ┇  a constantly distressed but very cute dog, totally g

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  happy holidays ! i hope you && your loved ones had a lovely christmas<3 here’s a very late little festive oneshot drabbly thing that i couldn’t manage to post on time bc i’m busy and unorganised && don’t trust my queue to post fics xx enjoy !

↬  word count ┇ just over 2k does this still count as a drabble?? is it a oneshot ?? uhh

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You shuffle inside, warmth engulfing you completely as you tap the front door closed with your feet, the impact shifting the snow off your boots and onto the doormat. Heaving your shopping bags onto the kitchen floor with a huff, you switch on the kettle and allow the blissful bubbling to invade the silence. The winter air no longer bit at your fingers from within the confines of your apartment, but you still refused to remove your scarf and gloves from your shivering body.

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