My Head On Your Shoulder

My Head On Your Shoulder

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: A song in a moment brings back memories with a common theme: your head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

A/N: Inspiration for this struck while listening to Michael Bublé’s Put Your Head On My Shoulder

The soft notes of the song start up, and Taehyung leads you out onto the empty dance floor, ivory dress rustling quietly around your legs. He stops, turning to face you as he wraps his arms around your waist, yours coming up around his neck as you look into each other’s eyes, and begin to sway to the music. All eyes are on the two of you, but the world beyond his warm, love-filled eyes and fond smile has faded away. Your head starts to lower, dipping down towards his shoulder, bringing with it numerous memories of the past that swim behind you closing eyelids:

At your grandfather’s funeral when you were seven, tears streaking down your face as you hide out back on the steps away from everyone else for a moment, tired of being strong for your mother and father, for your siblings and other relatives. You didn’t have to be, but you wanted to be. The door opens, and you hastily wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand before turning to see who’s found you. It’s the grandson of your grandmother’s best friend, the one who has the strawberries.

“It’s okay to cry, you know,” he says.

So you do, as he sits beside you and hugs you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder as your sobs wrack your small body.

~*~

The next summer, as you’re staying with your grandmother to give her company and help around her house, laughing under the old oak tree in the front yard with the swing tied to its lowest branch as he tells you his latest adventures in the city with his siblings.

“You have a pretty laugh,” he tells you, smiling.

“Not as pretty as your smile,” you assure him.

He smiles around you all the time after that, especially when you laugh so hard you lean into him, forehead pressing into his shoulder as you hold onto your stomach that clenches with the sounds bubbling up from your lips.

~*~

Your thirteenth birthday, when he plays the saxophone for you and you can’t help but smile, not so much at his performance, but at the passion he has for music. He tells you he practiced even harder, just for you, and you blush over a boy for the first time, hiding your red cheeks with his shoulder as you hug him in thanks. He sings you Happy Birthday, and it’s the best birthday you’ve had.

~*~

When he comes back from accompanying a friend to an audition and tells you he auditioned as well, and passed, you feel several things. Excitement and pride, because of course your Taehyung is uniquely talented, but scared you’re about to start losing him. He’s talking about Seoul, and being an idol, and all you hear is him leaving you. You rest your head on his shoulder as he talks, so he can’t see the growing dread in your eyes.

~*~

At eighteen, when the storm of the century comes through, and you had driven your grandmother over to his grandparents’ house to huddle in their storm shelter. He was there visiting, and you were surprised to see him, but happy. He held you as the wind howled and thunder boomed, your head tucked into his shoulder as your grandmothers looked at each other knowingly, but didn’t say a word as the boy distracted you with tales of stages and his band mates. His grandfather was too busy worrying over the harvest of strawberries being battered to notice what’s happening right in front of him.

~*~

When you had opened what you thought was just another silly letter passed “like our grandparents did”, and had found front-row tickets, backstage passes, and first-class round-trip tickets instead, with a simple “see you there ;)” on a sticky note. You had scared your roommate half to death with your sudden squeal at finally getting to see the other half of your heart again after so long, and had apologized profusely afterward.

The next week, standing backstage at the sold-out concert of Korea’s largest stadium, meeting the six brothers-in-arms of the Kim Taehyung, V of BTS, you had been slightly overwhelmed. Until he had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and smiling down at you with that beautiful smile you’ve loved most all your life. You had rested your head on his firm shoulder, letting him reassure you. Everything had righted itself then, and a place had been made for you among the seven.

~*~

The day you realized you were hopelessly in love with Kim Taehyung, your heart broken, because he was in love with some other girl. A girl who loved his boxy smile, and his silly ways. Who fit in with his friends, and was the missing piece of his heart. A girl who—

“—who has been my friend since I first saw her, crying on the back steps of a funeral home when she was seven,” he had said, noticing the look in your eyes as you had misunderstood his confession. “A girl standing right in front of me, and whose tears had better turn happy or the guys will beat me up.”

You had stood there, shocked, before launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing happy tears into his shoulder.

“I love you too, Tae.”

~*~

Your first date, where he had taken you to the nicest restaurant in Seoul and all you could focus on was him, not the ridiculously overpriced food and drink, but the boy who you had watched grow into a charming man as sickeningly in love as you are.

Until the next morning, when your picture was everywhere on social media. Fans were split in their opinions of the obvious date: most seemed happy that your friendship took the (rather obvious) next step. Others where outraged, and wanted you gone.

You had secretly feared Taehyung would listen, but then knew him better than that. He’s his own person, and when you had let their words get to you, had tucked you into his shoulder and let you cry a bit before assuring you he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll quit before I give you up, now that I have you.”

You wouldn’t let him, but it had made you laugh and eased your mind.

Over the next few months, support for your relationship grew, with haters outvoiced greatly and quieted quickly by ARMY. They adopted you like an extension of Taehyung, and you are grateful.

~*~

Then, your last date with your boyfriend, when Taehyung had proposed to you in front of all of your friends and family at the end of the night, in your shared apartment. It had produced your favorite photo of the two of you: but not of you, hand covering your mouth as your eyes water with the happiest tears you had cried up to that point, him on his knee with an open ring box; no, of you and him hugging, your head on his shoulder, smile on your face as you look down at your engagement ring, his eyes alighted above you as he looks at you with fond love.

All of these memories flash by in the time it takes your head to meet his shoulder once again, branding another memory in a string with a single commonality: your head on his shoulder, this time as you dance to the perfect song on the day that you have both said “I do” to forever and always, together, as husband and wife, surrounded by the people who have watched your story unfold like a love song.

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BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,195

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A/N: This one is shorter, but I hope y’all enjoy!

Chapter Five: First

It’s a couple days later when there’s a knock on your door, and, true to his claimed dibs, Park Jimin is on the other side, crescent-eyed smile firmly in place beneath his perfectly mussed hair.

“Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “You ready to go, kitten?”

You swallow subtly, nodding, before grabbing your light jacket off the back of one of the dining chairs. “Are you still not telling me where we’re going?”

He shakes his head, moving to let you out into the hotel hallway. “It’s a surprise. Telling you would ruin it.”

“I have a feeling all of you like your surprises,” you grumble, pulling the door to your suite closed behind you. Today you’re wearing simple dark wash jeans, a black long sleeve, red sneakers, and your hair in simple updo. Jimin has insisted repeatedly on you dressing casual, so you had, no matter how much you wanted to dress up. He kept reassuring you today wouldn’t count as your first official date, which is the only way you agreed. “Did I dress okay?”

“Perfect,” his smile grows as he links his arm with yours, careful to avoid your bare skin. He himself is wearing ripped black jeans, grey sneakers, a plain maroon t-shirt, and a denim jacket. You don’t stand out, aside from the fact he’s a model in anything. Dammit. “Stop worrying, kitten. You’re gorgeous.”

You push the button for the elevator as you scoff. “Jimin, I literally could have just rolled out of bed and thrown clothes on.” You roll your eyes.

“Can’t wait to test that theory,” he says, pulling you through the metal doors as they open. You blush, and he laughs. “You’re so cute. What are we going to do with you?”

“Kill me, most likely,” you answer honestly. “Can I at least get a hint?”

He thinks for a moment, then acquiesces. “It’s an activity you’ve seen all of us do before, together.”

“Wow, thanks for really narrowing it down,” you respond with heavy sarcasm. He laughs, throwing his head back. “It’s been nearly a decade. A decade, Jimin.”

“It’s a classic,” he adds.

“In whose culture?” You raise a brow. “American classics differ from those here in Korea.”

He shrugs. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He chuckles at your frustrated huff. “I am taking you to breakfast first, so I hope you’re hungry.”

“I am,” you let him know. “Is breakfast related to our day’s activity?”

His expression turns secretive. “Breakfast is breakfast.”

“You’re impossible, Park Jimin.”

The elevator stops in the underground parking garage, the doors opening seconds later. A sleek Porsche Panamera GTS is in the closest space, which beeps unlocked as you approach. Your gaze glides appreciatively over the body of the car.

“She’s a beauty.”

“She is, but nothing compared to my lovely soulmate,” Jimin compliments, opening the back passenger door for you. You raise a brow, but he just motions you in. “I don’t want any distractions away from time with you today. Not even driving in Seoul traffic.”

Your heart absolutely melts, and you slide into the car, and he closes the door as you buckle up. You’re sure by the end of the seven days spent one-on-one with your soulmates, you’ll be a puddle of lovesick goo.

~*~

“Roller skating?”

Jimin holds out your pair of classic white roller skates in one hand while holding his black ones in the other. You’re almost certain neither pair actually came from the roller rink, but hey, you’re not complaining. You were surprised when the car had pulled up to the very classic Americano facade of a roller rink/bowling alley, thinking it was very much not what you had expected from the oldest maknae, but were pleasantly surprised.

You were even more surprised when you realized you have the entire place to yourselves, Jimin having rented out both sides of the business for your outing.

“This is ridiculously adorable, Mochi,” you say, taking the skates and finding a bench to sit on, untying your sneakers. “I’m taking pictures, just so you know.”

“As long as you send them to me, take as many as you like, kitten.” The fond smile he gives you melts you to a puddle, and the help he offers with lacing up your (brand new) skates is much needed with your fumbling fingers.

There’s one problem you’ve overlooked at the absolute phenomenal romantic tones to this experience, though: you do not know how to roller skate.

“I guess maybe I should have asked,” Jimin says after you divulge this information, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We can skip to bowling—“

“No!” you exclaim, grabbing his arm. “I...I want to do this with you,” you blush. “It’ll be sweet, and such a good memory. You’ll just have to teach me, that’s all.”

He smiles softly at you, nodding, before it turns into a smirk. “That’s going to involve a lot of touching, you know.” He looks out at the rink, suddenly seeming much more satisfied with his choice of “not date”. “This was the perfect idea. I’m so glad you can’t skate. If you can’t bowl, that will be the cherry on top.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest. “You’re unbelievable, Park. Now, help me up so I don’t bust my ass and end this day early.”

He laughs, but helps you get your balance with a calm patience, hands on your covered forearms. “Maybe gloves would have been—“

You pull your sleeve up, exposing your unfinished soulmark, and grab his hands with both of yours, watching as a line forms from the bottom of each arrow point straight down, looking more like the number one and it’s reversal than arrows now. You smile at the new additions, before meeting his shocked face. “Gloves wouldn’t allow me to do that, would they?”

His shock and disbelief turns to pure joy as he pulls you into a hug, laughing. “Fuck, what did we do to deserve you?”

You hug him back tightly, breathing him in. You’ve been asking yourself the same thing, each new line only cementing that this is, indeed, real.

He pulls away slightly, his eyes filled with emotion, and you realize you’re seeing a side of Jimin rarely seen by those outside his inner circle. This isn’t the Park Jimin of BTS; this is the boy from Busan with big dreams and very real fears and insecurities, and here he is, baring his soul to you: his seventh and final soulmate.

“Now I know what Joon and Jin meant. The rush is—it’s unreal. The world has been titled, but it’s been titled the way it should have always been.”

You smile softly at him. “I can’t wait to feel that.”

He nods, before easing you a little forwards on your shaky skate-clad feet. “First, let’s get the natural roller skater out of you.”

You highly doubt she exists.

~*~

“Ow,” you groan, after you fall on your ass once again, slipping through Jimin’s grasp. You lay on the polished wood floor of the roller rink, looking up at the colored lights and disco ball hanging overhead. “My ass is going to be so sore after this.”

He tries so hard not to laugh, but eventually both of you are dying. You pull him down beside you to lay out on the floor, him linking your fingers together.

“Are you at least having fun?” He asks, turning his head to look at you. He’s not wearing colored contacts today, and the warmth of his golden bronze eyes is captivating in a way you’ve never noticed before.

“Of course I am, Jimin. I’m having a blast,” you tell him honestly, squeezing his hand.

He smiles brightly, eyes disappearing into crescents with his mirth, and sits up. You follow him, allowing him to pull you to your feet while only slightly loosing your feet from beneath you, laughing the entire time. Once on your feet, he skates backwards slowly, holding your hands while looking into your eyes, smiling the whole time. You can feel yourself blushing lightly, but you don’t mind, returning his gaze steadily.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

Oh no, now your cheeks are definitely red.

“You’re Park Jimin. You’re a walking male model.”

“I’m nothing compared to you, little kitten.”

The look on his face tells you he means it with his whole heart.

~*~

“Ha! Another strike!” You pump your fist into the air, spinning on your toes to watch as Jimin lets his head drop in defeat. “You lose again, Jiminie!”

“You’re as bad as Kook,” he grumbles, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s cute to see you so competitive, though, so I’ll allow it.”

“How gracious of you, loser,” you say, walking over and sitting beside him, pressing into his side. “So, what now?”

He looks at his watch. “Now, I take you back to your hotel.”

You deflate. “Oh.”

He laughs. “For dinner, kitten. The day’s not over yet.” He stands, holding out a hand for you to take. You do, and he leads you out of the building and back into the awaiting car, once again opening your door for you. He holds your hand the entire ride through Seoul to your hotel, and you love how—even with how different their hands are—his hand feels like it fits perfectly with yours, just like Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s hands do.

When you enter your suite, the aroma of food hits you first, and you moan in appreciation. “That smells amazing.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Your head snaps over to the kitchen, where Jin is adding spices to a pot on the stove, while stirring something in a pan. “It’s one of the recipes from the restaurant I own with my brother. I hope you enjoy it.”

You look questioningly at Jimin, opening your mouth, only to be cut off by noise from the living room. He chuckles. “I thought I’d let Joon and Jin have you for dinner, kitten.” He kisses your forehead, plush lips lingering a moment. “Thank you for today. It’s already one of my favorite memories.”

You smile at him. “Mine too. Goodnight, Jimin.” You squeeze his hand before he lets go, closing the door behind him.

You turn to Jin. “How the hell did you get in?”

Jin shrugs. “Jimin swiped your key and left it in his car, his driver met us here, we got in, then returned it to his car before the end of your date so he could replace it.”

“That’s—concerning, but sweet. Mostly concerning.” You venture into the living room, where Namjoon is trying very hard not to break anything on what has turned out to be one of his “especially clumsy” days. “Hey, Joon.”

His cheeks are red as he meets your eyes. “Did you enjoy your date, lovely?”

You nod, before shaking your head. “Not a date. Jimin was very firm it wasn’t our first date.”

He laughs. “Sounds like Min.” He sits on the couch, motioning for you to join him. “Jin won’t allow any help—at least, I’m not allowed, and since it’s mostly for you, I doubt he’ll let you either.”

“Damn right!” comes from the kitchen, and you chuckle as you sit beside Namjoon.

“Did you get the next piece?” he asks, and you pull up your sleeve to reveal your bigger mark. He rubs his finger over it gently, smiling softly. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

They’ve made it very clear they won’t tell or show you their soul marks, not until yours is finished. You can tell there are mixed emotions on it—nervousness, apprehension, anticipation, excitement. You kind of like the way things are progressing, though. One piece at a time.

“I have one, but it’s kind of silly, so I’m keeping it to myself,” you say, blushing slightly. He nods. “Whatever it is, though, I’m going to love it. I know I will.”

“Soulmarks do seem to have that draw to them; that appeal,” he states.

You think to yourself, so do the seven of your soulmates.

“The food is ready!” Jin calls, carrying two plates to the dinning table. “I hope Jimin worked up an appetite, because you’re going to need it, sweetheart.” He returns to the kitchen.

You and Namjoon stand and make your way to the table, and your mouth waters at the food. “Oh, wow.”

“Yea, we lucked out with Jinnie. He’s the best cook.” Namjoon pulls your chair out for you, and you blush again. Never in your life have you blushed so much, but can anyone blame you? “It tastes a thousand times better than it smells, too.”

You moan. “I’ll die happy.”

He laughs, taking the seat to one side of you. Jin brings out the rest of the dishes, before sitting to your right. You all dig in, and Namjoon was right—it’s way better on the tastebuds than the olfactory senses, but how that’s possible is a mystery you don’t plan on uncovering.

You figure with seven soulmates, mystery will be hard to come by in the future.

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Soulmate Idols AU

BTS OT7 x Reader

Status: Ongoing

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The first time the writings showed up on your skin, it was the day of your high school graduation. You were thankful they were small enough to cover with a few bracelets, but otherwise were completely overcome with excitement and curiosity. You barely remember the ceremony, spending the time you should have been celebrating your freedom from public education instead daydreaming about your soulmate. You fantasized about meeting him, and finally getting your permanent soulmark, showing you had found your other half at last. You imagined your life together with the faceless man, how full of love and warmth, kindness and acceptance it would be.

You waited until the marks had almost faded, nearly a week later, to tell your friends and family. In fact, it was your cousin who informed you that they weren’t just scratches, they were Korean writing.

Of course, that information deflated you quite a bit. Korea? Your soulmate was all the way across the world, and the chances of finding him multiplied exponentially. How were you ever going to?

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Chapter One: Letters

Chapter Two: Blank Space

Chapter Three: Adventure Begins

Chapter Four: Dinner Conversations

Chapter Five: First

Chapter Six

Hi!!! Could I please be added to the taglist of Seoulmates? I'm really enjoying the story so far!

Of course! I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

May I just say, I was pulled in by Seoulmates but I am also super loving Bangtan Forest. And I really appreciate the Bangtan Forest Encyclopedia because it shows how much effort is placed into the world building 🤧 So so excited for both stories & can’t wait to read more! 💜

Seoulmates has been in my head for a while, and is a fluffy little story that has been just waiting to be told so I’m very pleased with the attention it’s getting!

Bangtan Forest, on the other hand, is like my baby. So much has went into it already as far as planning out the characters and the world within the Forest. I really wanted to bring in folklore and mythology from different cultures, so originally the Encyclopedia was just a list for me of ideas(that I tweaked and took creative license with oops) on which creatures/spirits/etc I thought I could use with the plot line I have in my head so far. If I were more of an artist, I would totally draw out a map of the Forest and its cities and terrain lol. I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far!

So. Much. Bias wrecking. Is going on with Butter I swear to f—

Anyway.

I’m fine.

😊