Joonie-tunes - Joon's Tune

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BTS Song Fic 🎼 (Blue and Gray) | KTH

Sad song. Sad story. Sad author. Happy reader?

Angst/Fluff | Taehyung x reader | Drabble

Word count: 600

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“Hey.”

Taehyung's soft deep voice ends the quiet you've secluded yourself in. You turn your tired body around and rub at your swollen eyes to open them. You could see Taehyung clearly in the dark room, your vision accustomed to the lack of light.

“Hey,” you grunt, throat dry from going in and out of sleep all day long. Closing your eyes again, you sigh into your pillow, too tired, too hurt to try to fake any smile for him, not today.

Taehyung keeps the lights off, opening the window instead and letting the soft light in. The gray clouds outside block the sun, and the room fills with a cool hue. You feel the bed dip behind you and strong hands pull you close. Everything about Taehyung is comforting. His manly smell, his soft freshly cleaned hair tickling your face, his baritone voice, his warm body enveloping yours. Being next to him makes the heaviness lift from your shoulders just a tiny bit, and you're grateful for the small relief.

You turn around to hug him close. Your legs tangle together, arms secure and tight around each other's shoulders, you let your bodies become one.

He hums a tune in his deep voice, and you relax into him. You also let your tears fall freely again, crying into his chest. His long fingers massage your shoulders, he doesn't try to make you feel better with empty promises, but his presence alone lifts your spirits, a silent promise that he will always be there for you.

Taehyung is tired as well, taking the opportunity to rest with you a little bit before he returns to the chaotic hustle of his life. He pulls the blankets higher, keeping you close to him. You use each other to recharge, letting yourself be weak in front of one another, gathering enough strength to face the world again.

“Sing to me...please...”

“Where's my angel?” Taehyung kisses your forehead, his lips brushing against your temple with every melodic syllable. “I'm sick and tired of everything. Someone come and save myself. Cause I can't take it anymore.”

The sad song is comforting in a strange way, as if Taehyung is telling you he understands what you're going through, showing you proof that he's been where you are now. The soothing tone offering a glimmer of hope, despite it all.

“Everywhere I go, everywhere I see. Can you look at me and say I'm looking free. Every time I cry every time I smile. Can you look at me 'cause I'm blue and grey? I just wanna be happier-”

His sad voice makes you cry. You sob, let your sadness out, and through pained cries, face ugly with tears, you offer your apologies to him. You worry you're being too much, a nuisance, a burden, and you don't deserve him, and it makes you cry harder. But Taehyung doesn't let you go, wiping away your tears with his sleeves, whispering his affections for you and chasing away your fears, giving you everything you need.

“I didn't say stop,” Taehyung smiles at the way your voice sounds lighter. “Keep going,” you whisper, burying your face in his side again and breathing in his scent.

“Baby don't you let me go. I feel tired in the winter sky. Wish I could be stronger...” His voice pitters out as you cuddle closer to him, leaving tiny kisses against Taehyung's jawline. Taehyung interlocks your fingers in his, thumb caressing the back of your hand. He gives you a small smile, and you can't help but smile back at him.

I am studying it (at least trying to) on my free time. I wish I could have joon's IQ though, I would've learned it already for how many kdramas I've watched 🤣🤣

seeing them get more fluent in english in interviews over time is actually v heartwarming, i wish more people made an effort to learn korean for them

No Relations to Morals [4]

Summary: You are a genius, a billionaire, a morally flexible business magnate— and by absolutely no fault of your own, also roommates with a demon. A few demon(s).

Pairing: OT7 x reader (poly)

Genre: Demon AU, roommates AU, lovers to enemies to friends, enemies to friends to lovers, chaotic(ally whipped) BTS, comedy, domestic fluff, fake marriage, slight angst  

Word count: 3.1 k

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  On the morning of Namjoon’s inaugural ceremony, you’re pouring yourself a cup of coffee when Jungkook hovers into the kitchen and announces, with an air of nervous importance: “I’m going out for two days, there’s a genocide in–”

“How terrible,” Seokjin says, cracking an egg into a frying pan, five meters away from the stove. 

Which is fine, because the egg sizzles white on its own accord anyways. 

“How terribly dull,” Jimin says, squelching a yawn as he plods his way to the fridge. 

“What if,” Seokjin contemplates, and flips his egg with a snap of the wrist, “You didn’t go? What if you just let them wander?”

A very serious boy, Jungkook scrunches up his face and shifts to mumble shyly at his feet, “But. Ghosts are scary.”

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NOTHING BUT

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KIM NAM JOON

I'm 💀 I didn't need to see this, THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING.

Ngl me to, me fucking to

POV: ur on his lap 👀