My Friend @haecien Found A Cute Picrew Link!

my friend @haecien found a cute picrew link!

face reveal guys /j

la akong pwd itag :'D

thank you for tagging me cien

im just gonna copy what you did!

last song - can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

last movie - ever after,,

currently reading - love by lang leav

currently watching - mickey mouse clubhouse

current obssession(s) - bts my therapy, poetry books, xiao long bao

i dont have any1 to tag again JQBDKAKDNWKJAKFHA 😕🤞

my lasts & currents,, thank you for the tag @ylliris-hanniehae <3

last song: cherry waves by deftones

last movie: josee, the tiger and the fish (anime)

currently reading: little women by louisa m. alcott

currently watching: shameless (us ver)

current obsession: seventeen making jewellery/keychains and crochet+knitting (both are damn expensive tho TT)

tagging: @itadorins @woozvc @cienlvrs @thepoopdokyeomtouched @amxlia-stars @leewonkyeom @lvlystars

we work .

Synopsis; Y/N enters the hallway of the college she chose. A music major. While walking, she passes by a door that says 'Recording Room' and hears someone yelling. After the yelling was a not-so-good singing voice. Who was this?

Genre; Somewhat fluff, what I find amusing, platonic, the start of romance

Warnings; A LOT of cursing, angy Yoongi

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While walking around the campus of your new school, people were looking at you weirdly. Maybe it was because of your music-themed everything, but you're just really excited!

"Excuse me, where's the main office?" You asked a student. She just looked at you. How rude. You tried asking a couple more students, but they all gave the same reaction. While looking for more people to ask, you passed by a door. It was labeled 'Recording Room,' so, it was probably meant for the demo recordings of the songs the students make. What you heard inside was yelling. "What the hell?! Why can't you just hit the note?! It's A for fucks sake!" Is what you heard. After that, the person who was getting yelled at started singing. And, the yelling was probably necessary. The person's voice was really raspy, and he really couldn't hit the note. "Well maybe it's because you can't play the piano properly!" The singer yelled, exiting the booth. "You say A, but you're pressing B! The A key is here. Not here! They make different noises, you know!" He yelled in the pianist's face. "Yoongi, this isn't gonna work. Find someone else for this project." The pianist said, packing up his bags and leaving the room. When the pianist saw you on his way out, he looked at you with an annoyed face. "He's a hopeless case, don't even try." And left.

When you looked back inside the room, the singer, who's name is Yoongi, was crying. "Fuck, fuck... I'm gonna fail now! That dumbass ditched me,, this is the fifth time this has happened!" He cried. You felt bad for Yoongi. Wait a second... You can sing! You can definitely help him with whatever project he's doing! Without thinking, you entered the room.

"Hey, are you alright? I saw you crying." You said. He looked up at you, "Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just had to deal with a bastard. No biggie." He said, sarcastically smiling. He picked up his things and was ready to walk out, but you spoke. "Are you doing a project?" You asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm a shit singer. I'll probably fail." He said. Getting his beanie. "Can you play piano?" You asked. Approaching him. "Yeah, it's my first love. Of course I can. Wait, are you suggesting that we do the project together?" You nodded, enthusiastically. He ruffled his hair and asked, "Well can you sing?" You nodded again. He smiled. "Let's do this then! I need to pass this fucking semester." You laughed at his face.

"So this is the song I wrote. But, it's written for an alto. I'm guessing you're a soprano? Or are you an alto too?" He asked. Flipping through the pages of his notebook to find a blank page. "Yeah, I'm a soprano. Sorry." You said. "Oh, that's fine." He said, writing some stuff on the paper. "Can I hear you play the instrumental?" You asked. Wondering if Yoongi was going to let you hear. "First tell me your name. I need to write it for the grading paper." He looked up at you. "Y/N L/N." You said. He smiled, "Y/N? Nice name. My name's Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you, Y/N." He wrote your name down on the paper. And his handwriting was nice. After he did, he held his hand out. You took it, and you both shook hands.

He played his song for you. It was so beautiful. "It's called eight." You were amazed. A college student wrote better than how your parents wrote your life plan. "It's beautiful." You said, smiling at him. He looked back at you and smiled too. "It'll be more beautiful once we record the vocals. Are you ready? Do you need more practice?" He said, holding a thumbs up that would go to a thumbs down once or twice. "I think I'm ready." You said, standing up and heading to the recording booth.

He started the instrumental, and you sang to it. Carefully pronouncing the t's and d's. Making your hands flow to the melody, since that makes it easier. You stopped singing when it was Yoongi's turn. When you exited the booth, he smiled. "You have a mellifluous voice, do you know that?" He said, walking past you. You blushed while you sat in his chair. When he nodded, you played the instrumental and listened to his voice. It wasn't that bad. Maybe it's cause of the song choice him and the other guy chose. When he was done, he exited the booth. "Sorry, we can't share the chair. If you want, I can work on the floor." He said. Moving his equipment to the ground. "No, it's okay! I'll sit on the floor. You deserve the table." He pouted and moved his equipment back onto the table.

While he was working, you got a little tired and rested your head on his leg. He caressed your head for a bit before getting back to work.

"We sound beautiful together." You mentioned.

"We work." He smiled.

"Huh?"

"What? It's the truth."

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tagging; @haecien

what if i told you i loved you? || KTH

synopsis: you and taehyung have been friends for years. you both are close enough to cuddle, give friendly kisses on the cheeks, and hold each other's hands. it's a habit to say 'I miss you' to the other, but of course, not in a romantic way!! at least, that's what you think.

genre: smau (with written parts), fluff, the start of romance

warnings: swearing, romance

pairing: f!reader × taehyung of bts

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'i miss tae...' you thought.

"it's been awhile since i've seen him. maybe I will plan a meetup." you said to yourself. you went to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips, except, there were none. you pouted and slouched your way back to your bedroom. this was not a no-snack day. you needed a snack! you heard a notification. it was taehyung!

taehyung could definitely get you chips! although, you felt bad spending his money on something so useless like a snack. he wouldn't mind... right? 'god.... I really want chips...' you thought. biting your lip in frustration, you decided not to ask for the chips. at least not from tae. but....

you love him? no, you love him like a brother. that's what the lab is for. yeah.. like a brother.

You could never feel anything for Taehyung, he was like your brother. That's what you saw him as. But sometimes you'd wonder if you were just scared. If you were just overthinking what would happen if you gave in to the feelings you try to push away. You've never felt true love from someone who isn't family, before you met Taehyung. He treats you like a princess. You honestly wonder if he likes you. But there's no way. You and Tae are just friends. Right?

he's here. he came into your room, and dropped three bags of churros, and four bags of your favorite chips on your bed. you hugged him as a thank you. that hug soon became a cuddle session. it was normal for friends, right? his warm arms around you. it felt like home, but why? taehyung was not your home. so why did it feel like it? why do you always feel so safe around him?

"alright, I'll get going now. enjoy your chips." he said, pulling away from your embrace. "taehyung, can i talk to you about something?" you asked. be looked at you, and put a confused look on his face. "yeah? what's up?" he asked, sitting back on the bed. "you feel like my home. i always feel so safe around you, and I miss you all the time. I think about you nonstop, and I get a weird feeling in my stomach whenever we cuddle. It's like a knot. I don't know why I feel like this. do you recognize this feeling?" you asked. taehyung was shocked. "y/n, i have a feeling it's love. In question. love is all questions. whether it be platonic or romantic. i love you too, y/n. and I really want to be with you, but I don't want to rush you. take your time. i'll wait as long as I have to. as long as it's you. I only want you, y/n. i'm so glad you're beginning to want me." he said. you were confused. do you love him or do you not? "taehyung, I'm scared. what if us getting together ruins our friendship?" you asked. "i don't think it will. if you want, i can spend more time with you, so you can figure out your feelings. is that okay?" he asked you. stroking your hand softly. you held his hand. "that.. that would be nice." you said. he smiled at you, and you smiled at him.

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this is so rushed

tagging: @haecien 🍬

this is gorgeous

the moon shines in blue

absorbing all my sadness

I wish I could go home now

Katauta

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damnnn my whole tumblr is svt now