Hii, I Could Request "are You Jealous" For Taehyung :))

hii, i could request "are you jealous" for taehyung :))

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader (established relationship)

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

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You crossed your arms over your chest, slightly pouting as you watched your boyfriend turn down another girl.

"I'm taken," he said, turning to point at you. You flashed the girl who was now looking at you a fake smile and waved. She awkwardly smiled before making her way back to her table.

"Why did he have to be blessed with such good looks," you ask yourself as he continues to wait in line.

You and Taehyung had been dating for a year now. You met him during one of your art classes. He was the model you and your fellow students had to draw depending on the perspective you were looking at him from.

You had taken more time on yours, and he was kind enough to sit longer, allowing you to finish your drawing.

"Thank you so much. Sorry for making you wait..." you trail off, realising you didn't know his name. "Kim Taehyung," he said and flashed you a smile. You returned the gesture. "Sorry for making you wait, Taehyung," you said.

"No need to apologise. I was the one who offered," Taehyung said, shaking his hands and head. "How about I treat you to coffee or a cupcake," you offer. "Actually, I prefer tea but sure."

You unconsciously smiled, remembering how the two of you began talking.

"Here, sorry it took long," you snap out of your thoughts to see your boyfriend taking a seat opposite you. You give him a small smile. "It's okay."

"Should we go to your place or mine?" you ask, reaching for his cup and taking a sip of his tea. "Hey, you have your own," he chuckles, pulling the cup from your hands. "How about yours? We were at mine yesterday. Plus, you said you needed to work on something anyway," he responded to your question, taking another sip of his tea.

"Excuse me," the two of you looked to see a girl standing by your table. You examined her figure. Her cheeks were pink, and her phone was in one hand. While she played with the hem of her skirt with the other. You took note of her features. She was pretty. She seemed to have a good sense of fashion, her hair was styled neatly. She had a cute hat on her head that matched her outfit. You frowned.

"Yes?" Taehyung asked, placing his cup down and turning to properly look at the girl. "Sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could get your number?" she said, shyly holding out her phone.

"I have a girlfriend," he said, glancing at you. You give her an awkward smile, and she gasps. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I thought she was your sister," she said quickly. "It's fine," you grumbled.

"Well, do you think I can still get your number?" she asks, causing you to raise your brow. "I, well, I have an assignment for my art and photography class. I have to find someone to model for a photoshoot for the photography part, and then I need to make a portrait of someone for the art part. I just think you're perfect for it," she said quickly, realising how the first part of her sentence probably sounded to you.

"Oh, um," Taehyung looking at, silently asking you if it was okay, and you simply nodded in response before staring at your reflection in your drink.

"Sure," he responded, and she smiled, handing her phone to him. Once Taehyung gave the girl her phone, she smiled before waving walking back to where she came from.

"That was-" Taehyung cut himself off with a frown. You were stirring your cup of tea, playing with the teaspoon. "Are you okay?" he asks, and you just hum in response, but the slight scowl on your face was quite evident.

Taehyung got up from his chair, walking over to sit on the chair next to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to get you to look at him. You only turn the other way. "Nothing," you responded, and Taehyung let out a laugh.

You looked at him with a frown. "What's so funny?" You asked, and he only smiled, ruffling your head messy up your hair. "Are you jealous?" he cheekily asked. Your eyes widened, and you gasped. "I'm not jealous," you grumble, fixing your hair, and he laughs once again.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in anyone who's interested in me other than you," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body.

"I'm only interested in you," he whispered in your ear and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

Your cheeks began to redden, and Taehyung laughed. You snuck a glance at him and smiled before picking up your cup of tea and taking a sip of tea.

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hii anon, here you go, hope you enjoyed it and thank you for the request :)

i didn't thoroughly proofread so my apologies if there's any typos that make it hard to understand :)

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hello! if the quite game is still on, can i request smth for "its always my fault" and like, it begins really really angsty but ends in fluff? thank u so much for your time on this! i hope u have a great week💕

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , angst

⨽ warnings: strong language (one swear word i think) , crying (guys, is crying a warning??) y/n feels at fault ( :/ ) , uhh there are mean people with mean comments (?)

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"Really? y/n, again?" Ari asked, pausing the music. "Why can't you get it right?" she asked again.

"We've been stuck on the same part for the past three practices! Three fucking practices! And it's all because of you," she yelled, causing you to flinch.

"Have you even been practising? I thought I asked you to go over it at home so that we won't have to waste time during practice. But here we are, wasting, yet again." she mumbled the last part.

"Let's finish here for today. We'll continue tomorrow. Hopefully, y/n will get this part right so we can move on."

"I really don't understand you. Why'd you even join the dance club? You can barely stay on your feet," Jae snickered. "Right? How do you have the courage to keeping here? Do you enjoy embarrassing yourself?" Nari said. "Just quit and find something else to do. It's your fault we're stuck on this part anyway. Showing yourself out would do us a real favour," she whispered before walking out.

You stood there with your head hung low. You could hear the whispers of the other girls. Some were laughing at you, as usual, while others were whispering encouraging words, telling you it was okay.

Once everyone had left the practice room, you fell to the floor, letting the tears you were struggling to hold back fall. Anyone could come back into the practice room and witness you in this horrible state, but you didn't care.

You were tired of getting scolded in front of all members. You were tired of feeling as if everything was your fault.

"Why'd you even join the dance club? You can barely stay on your feet."

You recalled Jae's words. She was right, you weren't the best dancer, and you knew that, but you kept coming to practice in the hope that you'd improve and become a better dancer. But were you really improving? You kept making mistakes and messing up the choreography.

You were slowing down the others in the process.

Maybe everything was your fault.

"I heard that you're in here- y/n?" you looked in the mirror to see your boyfriend standing at the door. "y/n, y/n, baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jimin asked, rushing towards and sitting next to you.

You sobbed into your hands. "I keep making the same mistakes over and over again, Jimin," you said. "It's okay to make mistakes. I'm sure the others are making mistakes too," he said, pulling you into his embrace, stroking your head as you cried into his shoulder.

"But it's not the same. Their mistakes don't stop us from continuing the choreography. Mine do," you said. "It's my fault that we're stuck on this part. Whenever we're stuck on a specific part in the choreography, it's always my fault, Jimin. It's always my fault," you whispered the last part, and Jimin let out a sigh.

Jimin placed his hand on your head and lifted your head from his shoulder. You started at your hands, and Jimin softly smiled. "Look at me y/n," he said, placing both his hands on your cheeks.

Your eyes met with his, and he smiled, wiping your tears. "It's not your fault, y/n," he said. "It's not your fault, baby. You just need more practice than the others, and that's totally okay. Everyone moves at their own pace," he said.

"How about this. I'll help you practice, hm? Show me where you're stuck, and I'll help you get it right. No matter how many times you mess up, I'll help you until you get it right," he said, giving you a soft smile. "Okay?" he asked, and you nodded. "Okay."

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You showed Jimin a video of the choreography you and your members were learning. You pointed out all the parts you were struggling to get right, and he went over each one with you.

"Don't worry, you've almost got it." "There you go. You're getting the hang of it." He'd say, encouraging you to continue each time you felt like giving up.

You were so grateful to have someone as supportive as Jimin.

You danced and danced for hours, perfecting each and every move. Jimin stayed and danced with you, not leaving you alone for a minute.

"y/n..." Jimin said, stopping you. You looked at him through the mirror, afraid you made a mistake again. "You did it, baby," he said, flashing you the biggest smile. Your eyes widened. "I did?" you asked, and he nodded.

"You did it, and you've seemed to master the whole routine too! You're going to be ahead of the others now," he said, and you couldn't help but smile.

You ran into his arms, catching him by surprise. "Thank you so much for helping me, baby." You thanked, tightly wrapping your arms around him. "You don't have to thank me, I was more than happy to help-" you cut him off by placing your lips on his.

Jimin tightened his hold around your waist. He slowly closed his eyes and hummed in response, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his.

"Thank you," you said once you pulled away from the kiss. "I'm just... I'm so happy that I got it right. And it's all thanks to you," you said.

Jimin sheepishly smiled. "No, it's not," he whispered before lowering your body to the ground.

"Would you like to go over the choreography one more time?" he asked, and you shook your head. "I'll go over it tomorrow before practice. Right now, all I want to do is go to your apartment and spend the night with you. Doing whatever you want, since you spent so much time helping me with this. Would you like that?" you asked.

Jimin nodded before placing his lips on yours.

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high sorry if this isn't angsty, i'm not the best at writing angst :(

i think this is the most detailed request i’ve gotten so far lol

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about me

— you can call me:

a / guq

— my pronouns:

she / her

— mbti type:

istp-t

— birthday:

july 24 / leo 

— bias /  wreckers:

actually, i’m an ot7 but yoongi and jungkook have been hitting diff.

— blog established:

 july 25th

— why i only write maknae line fics:

okay so, even though i’m ot7 and i could be writing fics using all 7 members, i only write fics using the maknae line. reason is before i was ot7, i was maknae line baised. i found it easier (and still kinda do) to just write about them. no hate or disrespect towards the hyung line. i love these boys equally. 

— why i don’t write smut:

smut isn’t something writing and i don’t think i’ll ever write. it’s just something i’m not intrested in trying

— additional information:

i have a wattpad account, but i don’t repost my work here there. but i do respost some drabbles on my insta account @/wrtemin. if you see my work some where else, please let me know :)

i have literally no formal or proper experience in writing, i guess i figured out my love for reading and writing through the essays i was requested to write in school.

i only really enjoy writing when i’m bored, or when i’m feeling creative so i guess i’m inconsistent, i don’t really know. all i know it it’s going to take me some to upload the next chapter to a series (if i ever write one) or respond to requests.

 i’m located in southern africa

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there you go, you now know a little more about me ! :)

you're still a writer, even if:

you don't write every day

your books aren't published

you haven't finished your first draft

your stories don't get a lot of interaction

you keep creating new stories instead of finishing them

you aren't as good or skilled at writing as other people might be

you struggle to come up with new ideas

you abandon stories when you get bored of them

you don't want your books to be published

you take long breaks between writing sessions

you only write for fun

you doubt your ability as a writer

you don't create original stories and write fanfiction

you don't know all there is to writing techniques and writing rules

Writing is about writing. It's not a competition of who can reach what first. You still hold value as a writer, regardless of what your progress or process looks like. You set your own goals, and it's okay to only do this for fun.

CURIOSITY

⨽ summary: in which they stumble across a curious hybrid, while exploring an abandoned house.

⨽ pairing: poly!vminkook x reader (more of taehyung x reader ft. jikook)

⨽ genre: fluff (idk)

⨽ warnings: mentions of dead, decaying bodies but nothing too graphic.

⨽ word count: 1529

⨽ a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts, and i wasn’t sure if i should too post it or not, but in the spirit of spooky season (even though i’m late) i decided to post it. i actually had no intention writing this to be fit for spooky season.

"Whose terrible idea was this again?" Jimin asked as he stared at the abandoned house through the car window. "Your boyfriend's," Taehyung responded, causing Jungkook to scoff. "I'm your boyfriend, just as much as I am his."

"Now come on, there's nothing to be scared of. It's not like ghosts exist," Jungkook said, opening the car door and stepping out.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, who let out a sigh. "Let's just go. He did win fair and square," Jimin said before stepping out as well.

The three of them stood in front of the large house. "Why couldn't you just pick out something smaller?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shrugged. "It just wouldn't be as fun," he said as he began to walk.

Taehyung grabbed Jimin by his hand and followed after their now excited boyfriend.

"Hopefully, the door isn't locked," Jungkook said before placing his hand on the doorknob and giving it a slight twist. There was a click, and the large door opened with a loud creak.

"Yes!" Jungkook exclaimed. "Let's go, hyung!"

Jimin and Taehyung followed behind him with their phones in their hands, flashlights on.

"Woah, this place is huge," Taehyung whispered, and Jimin groaned. "I know! That's what makes it even scarier."

Jungkook was way ahead of them, looking around the dark and dirty house in awe. "How could someone abandon this place?" he asked himself.

"Jungkook, baby, please slow down," Jimin said, and Jungkook whined. "Come on, hyung, we have so much to explore. What if we find something cool? Like a safe full of money? Or-"

"This isn't a movie, Jungkook," Jimin said. "Hyung, use your imagination," he said before walking up the stairs.

"We need to be careful on these stairs. What if the floorboard collapses or something?" Jimin said, fear evident in his voice.

"Hyung, if you keep thinking about these things, you'll continue to feel scared. As you said, it's not a movie after all." Jungkook said, quickly making his way to the top of the staircase. "Kook's right, loosen up a bit, babe," Taehyung said, giving his boyfriend a reassuring smile.

He nodded his head, following behind Jungkook.

Taehyung stood in front of a door at the beginning of the hallway. "Let's start here, then go down," he suggests to his boyfriends, who were already making their way down the dark corridor.

"Okay!"

The three of them explored each room, surprised to see that some were still fully furnished. "This one looks oddly clean. It's as if someone is cleaning it every now and then," Taehyung said, noticing how it wasn't as dusty as the other rooms.

"What if someone is?" Jungkook said, causing Jimin to frown. "Please don't say things like that," he whined, and Taehyung chuckled, ruffling his hair.

The three of them left the room and continued to walk further down the hallway, completely unaware of the curious eyes silently following behind them.

They soon reached the end of the corridor. The boys found themselves standing in front of a large door.

"That's my owner's room."

The three boys froze. "I know I did not just hear someone other than us speak," Jimin whispered.

"Please don't knock on the door. You're going to wake them up," the voice said again, and Jimin yelled and wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

The voice let out a shriek as well, hiding behind Taehyung. "Stop it, stop it, please," it whimpered, and Taehyung slowly looked down, shining his phone's flashlight onto the thing that was gripping so tightly on his leg.

The owner of the voice they heard was sitting next to his foot, eyes closed tightly. "Please don't make a noise! You're going to wake them up," it whispered.

"Tae, what is it?" Jungkook asked as Jimin peeked over his shoulder. "It's a hybrid," he whispered, crouching down towards the hybrid, who had one hand against one of its ears.

"Hey, it's okay, he's no more screaming," he whispered, and the hybrid slowly opened its eyes. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious. It's been a while since anyone came to the house," she said.

"My name is y/n. I'm a female panther hybrid," she said, and Taehyung smiled. "What are you doing in this house? We thought this place was abandoned," he whispered, and y/n looked at him, tilty her head to the side. "What does abandoned mean?" you ask.

Taehyung tries his best to explain while Jimin and Jungkook watch as their boyfriend speak to the hybrid.

"But my owner's have always been in their room," she said. "When he," she pointed at Jimin. "When he began screaming, I was scared he'd wake them up. They hate it when someone wakes them up. I didn't want them to beat him," she said, and Jimin frowned.

"Did they beat you?" Jimin asked, slowly moving from behind Jimin. The small panther hybrid nodded her head. "They only did when I'd wake them up or do something wrong," she responded. "But they haven't come out of their room for a long time," she whispered.

"Can we check inside? I promise we'll tell your owner's it was my idea," he said, and you nodded.

Jimin and Jungkook watched as Taehyung protectively pushed you behind him as he placed his door on the handle. They couldn't help but smile at the scene. Even though they had met less than 10 minutes ago, Taehyung felt the need to protect the poor hybrid.

The minute he opened the door, they were greeted with a foul smell. The two you scrunched your noses. "Why does it smell like something died in here?" Jimin asked. "That's because something did," Taehyung said, staring at the bed where two bodies were evidently rotting.

"Why do they look like that?" y/n asked, looking up at Taehyung. "They've been asleep for too long," is all he responds with, and y/n nodded, looking back at what used to be her owners.

Taehyung walked out of the house, holding a bag with a few things they took from the y/n's room. Y/n silently walked behind Taehyung and the two boys who walked beside him. She didn't know what was happening, but all she knew was she'd never have to deal with her owners again.

"Jungkook, can you sit in the front with Jimin?" he asked, placing her bag in the trunk of the car. "I wanna sit at the back with y/n," he finished, sneaking a glance at the hybrid who stood there, staring at the old house.

"You've taken a liking to the hybrid," Jimin commented, and Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I have," he responded.

The ride back to their house was mostly silent. You stared out of the window, admiring the tall buildings you drove past. Taehyung silently watched as your tail slowly swayed left and right, and the way your ears perked up when you saw something interesting. The fur on your ears and tail were the same colour as your long hair. Your green eyes seemed to sparkle as the sun gently shined on your face.

You were beautiful. "How old are you y/n?" Jimin asked, breaking the silence. "22, I was born in 1999," you responded, looking at Jimin, whose eyes were focused on the road.

"You're two years younger than Kookie," Jimin said. "She doesn't look 22 years old, though," Jungkook said, sneaking a glance at her through the review mirror. "She's so small. She looks like a high schooler," he said.

"When were you adopted?" Taehyung asked. "I was 16 when they adopted me," you responded, and Taehyung hummed in response.

"You don't seem to know much, or at least the things a 22-year-old hybrid know. How come?" Jimin asked, and you played with your hands. "They never really taught us anything at the shelter I stayed at before I was adopted. We were told to figure things out ourselves."

"Who would've known we'd find a panther hybrid in there," Jungkook began. "Yet alone, find dead bodies! I've only seen such things in movies. Wait, but how come no officials have ever bothered to check out the house?" he continued. "Shouldn't we report it to someone?"

"I think we should. We wouldn't want anyone else to see what we saw," Jimin responded with a shiver.

"Excuse me, sir," y/n said, gently tapping on Taehyung's shoulder. "You can just call me Taehyung," he interjected. Before letting y/n speak.

"Do all dead bodies look like that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. It seemed she did that whenever she asked a question.

"No, they don't, at least not when the person has just passed. But I believe they eventually look like that," he responded, and you nodded.

"Mr Taehyung," she said, and Taehyung shook his head. "Just Taehyung is fine," he told her. "Taehyung, why were you at the house? No one has come to visit it in a while," you asked. Taehyung let out a chuckle. "Well, aren't you a curious little hybrid," he said.

"How about this. I'll answer your questions once we get home, but only if you'll answer mine."

i’m beginning to think i should make an about me post, so you guys can know a little about me and why i only write fics using the maknae like.