Replying To You Answer On The Question About The Taglist For University Superstar. No Worries!!!! I Will

replying to you answer on the question about the taglist for university superstar. No worries!!!! i will keep track on the tag for more updates.

Sorry if it was an inconvenient ask, didn’t mean to be annoying 🥴🥴

Omg, not an inconvenience at all! I was and still am considering it! I will fs make it known if I decide to do them or not. In the meantime, I will stick to the hashtag!

I am still stunned that I have gotten so much positive feedback, I never expected to even get an ask in the first place! You could never be annoying to me; y'all literally tug at my heartstrings from the fact that you even read my fic. I hope you keep asking questions! I love answering them and developing a better timeline and organization for this blog. So many things have changed within the past few weeks...I am continuously flabbergasted <3

안녕하세요, 여러분!

[Translation]: Hello, everyone! 

Hah, this makes me shy lol. Please bare with me. 

Anyways, welcome to the blog!

Recently, I’ve been overcome with this gut feeling that I should finally launch this blog. I’ve been writing for years now, but I’ve always been so shy with social media, expressing personal self, and showcasing writings. So, I never really had the courage to post. 

But, as apart of my new years resolution, I will let it all go and express myself like how I wanted to within the last few years. I am excited, nervous, and slightly razzled by the fact that I’m really going through with this. But I am ready. 

A little about what I intend to post:

This will primarily be a BTS blog. Though I love every member, the majority of my writings are y/n scenarios with Namjoon, Yoongi, or Jungkook. I have writings for everyone; however, i tend to feel more confident with my writings with the prior three boys.

I do write 18+ scenarios, so adults only!! My writings will also always be female x male, not because I am against pairings with other genders, but because that is what I am most used to writing and am more familiar with. Still, if you identify as any other, you are always welcome to read. I intend to keep this space as a strict respectful zone to all people.

Another disclaimer: I do not own BTS or anyone else I choose to incorporate in my writings. I write with them in interest as apart of a fictional story — as a face and personality that is unique to them (in real life and in a story) — but never to disrespect, alter, or manipulate to fit my or others standards. Their respect comes with the respect of anyone else.

Now for formatting, here is how I will organize my writings in post:

Title

[picture heading]

Summary: [2-4 sentences]

Theme/Tags: [EX: Highschool!AU, Non-Idol!AU, Yoongi x best friend’s sister!AU, etc.]

Rating/Disclaimer: [18+/A/Smut/S/Mature/M , Fluff/F, Angst, Romance, etc…]

Word Count: [x,xxx words]

Author’s Note: [me blabbling]

A little about me:

Hi!

You can call me Sae, if you’d like.

I am a double-major, third-year university student! I do take Korean there! It has been just about a year and a half since I started learning it, and I love it to the core. It is really such a beautiful language and culture, and I am so glad I went through with taking it. I could talk about it for hours! 

As for BTS, I have been a fan since I was in 8th grade…so 2015-2016? My first ever bias was Taehyung…ofc lol. However, I have been a Yoongi bias since around 2017-ish. Bias wrecker? I bet you can’t guess…Namjoon and Jungkook. Unfortunately or fortunately (however you view it), BTS was the only group I was able to fully get into and know. I love and listen to other groups like TXT, EXO, ATEEZ, Red Velvet, TWICE, etc. But I never got fully into them to the extent I did BTS.

As for other fics or posts you might see around here, I am a hard-core weeb. So, you might see some anime character’s on here. However, with a recent off-the-bandwagon mishap since entering uni, it has been quite a while since I have even watched a show. I intend to get back into it. We will see where life takes me. 

So, yeah! I hope you like what I end up posting! Feedback is always appreciated. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out! 

Again, I do not tolerate hate, disrespect, or anything malicious on my blog. If I suspect or if it is outwardly posted that someone intends on coming after me or anyone else on this blog, you will be reported, blocked, and otherwise removed from my page. Please remember human decency and practice being kind to others!!

Other than that, happy holidays and happy new year! 휴일 잘 즐기고 새해 복 많이 받으세요!

Dude. What was that? My heart man, you're such a great writer hey😭😭you made it feel so real, jungkook sticking beside oc till her last day made me really admire his character, cause some people just give up yknow and it'll really stick to me. But to be fr what happened when they were buying the engagement ring? Was it a gun that caused her sickness or something else? And what did oc really suffer from? I'm not familiar with the terminal sickness she carried. But any way in my most famous words "YOU ATE THAT!!" also can I join permanent taglist for erthang you post cause ma'am I'm here for a long time!!

Ahhhh! I'm so glad you liked it. This one fr destroyed me. Not even joking, at one point it was getting hard to write it because I couldn't see the screen through my tears lol.

As for the illness, I wanted to keep it as vague as possible. The fic is triggering in some aspects. So I didn't want to specify oc's sickness because doing so might make it hit home more than it should for some people. Might have made it more triggering than it already is. For example, if I were to say that it was cancer or if she was shot, I felt like that would be too harsh considering that those are very real-life things. A part of me felt that due to the fact that this is a piece of fiction, specifying oc's illness any further would cause the fic to be one to avoid.

I also feel like there is a line I shouldn't cross when writing about certain experiences like cancer or being shot or anything like that. I've never personally been in a situation like that, so writing about it as if I did also felt very wrong.

I also am no doctor or disease/terminal illness specialist. So I did not want to spew out facts that were not true or make up something that totally did not make sense biologically lol.

I hope that makes sense. I left it to the readers to determine what really went down.

As of right now, I currently do not have a taglist...butt! I have gotten some asks about creating one and it seems like something a lot of people might be interested in. So I may or may not have a few of you down to be on a future taglist. Not confident about when that will be out? But when it is, you'll get a notification probably :)

"You're Sick, Baby,"

[Summary]: You know you’re sick, you really do. But your life doesn’t call for a day of pampering because of a small cold. However, your boyfriend, Jungkook, is determined to convince you otherwise.

[Theme]: Non-Idol!AU, Established relationship!AU

[Rating]: 1078% fluff

[Word Count]: 1,078

[Author’s Note]: I wrote this so long ago. I hope you enjoy the fluff during this bitter winter season!

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“You’re sick,”

“I’m not,”

“You are,”

“I’m not,”

Jungkook places the back of his hand of your forehead and sighs. You shove his hand away in retaliation.

“You’re sick, baby,”

“I’m not sick, Kook!” You whine before ripping the covers off your body, ready to take a shower and get your day started. But Jungkook does not allow this. He pulls the covers back over you before you even have the chance to sit up.

“Y/n, your forehead is burning, your lips are pale, and don’t act like I didn’t hear you getting up all night last night to go sneeze and blow your nose. You’re sick, babe.”

Jungkook attempts to tuck you back in, but you’re having none of it. You know your boyfriend is right and that you’re not feeling well, but you have things to do. Time waits for no one, and neither does money.

“Kook, I want to shower,” you complain.

“Of course baby. I’ll run you a bath and make you some tea.” he says with a smile.

“Babe, I said I want to shower,”

“Hm, no. ‘Cause I know you’re planning on going to work after.”

“Jungkook, I have bills to pay.”

“You’re gonna have more bills to pay if you go – hospital bills.”

You attempt to chuckle at his response, but it comes out as a rough cough and a few sniffles.

“You’re over-exaggerating, Jungkook. It’s just a cold. I’ll live.”

He just smiles at you before kissing you on the forehead. He grabs your hands and massages the tops of them with his thumbs, seeing right through your strong exterior. You hate how he knows you so well.

“I’m not over-exaggerating. You’re sick, babe. You can’t go to work. It’ll just get worse if you do,” he says, looking into your tired eyes. Jungkook’s heart hurts for you. You’ve been together for two years now, but it wasn’t until recently that he asked you to move in with him. Seeing you so low on energy over the past few days made his heart ache; your little coughs and sneezes not making his concern any less intense. “C’mon, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Honestly, Jungkook had already won you over. As much as you need to go to work, you also need to take care of your health. Not only that, but Jungkook’s pampering has turned you to absolute mush. He’s so stubborn when it comes to you, and it makes your heart swoon in affection for him. You want him to take care of you. Something about him wanting to care for you and you wanting the same makes your relationship feel all the more real — all the more true. The more time you spend with him, the more love you grow for him. Moments like these you hold so close.

“...Okay,” you sigh (with a sniffle) in defeat.

Jungkook does an internal happy dance, which you can see straight through his black eyes as he kisses your forehead again. “I’ll go run the bath. Do you want vanilla or rose bath salts?”

“Vanilla,” you smile. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” he says, coming in for a kiss. You stop him with your index finger on his lips, giggling at the way his eyebrows furrow and his hand holds yours tighter at your refusal.

“Don’t kiss me. You’ll get what I have,” you explain, pushing some of his dark brown hair out of his face.

“We slept in the same bed,” he argues, going back in for a kiss. But you turn your head from him, leaving you in small laughs as Jungkook kisses your cheek instead.

“You’re torturing me,” he says before giving your cheek another kiss.

“Mmhm,” you hum as Jungkook sits up from his spot beside you.

“Don’t worry so much about money, baby. It’s for one or two days, and if longer than that, then we’ll figure something out. We’re in this together, yeah?”

Jungkook caresses your cheek with his palm, flashing you a sweet, close-lipped smile.

“...Okay,” you agree, feeling the weight of your sickness taking over you as you stare into his eyes. What a persuader.

Somewhere between the moment Jungkook caressed your cheek and the moment he left to run your bath, time completely slipped away from you. It feels like you’ve taken a nap for thirteen hours and are suffering the consequences of a sleep hangover because of it.

The feeling of your boyfriend’s soft hands gently shakes you awake, his voice laced with honey telling you that your bath is ready. And then, it all comes back to you. Were you really only sleeping for 20-or-so minutes?

“Wake up, love. Your bath is ready,” he whispers to you.

“No,” you groan, sinking yourself more into the mattress. The weight of sickness feels much heavier now than it did before you took your little nap. Doing anything besides sleeping is not on your agenda right now.

“‘No’? Why not?” your boyfriend gently chuckles at your retaliation. You look so cute, even when you're sick. He is entirely infatuated with you.

“Tired,”

“You can sleep in the bath,” he compromises. “C’mon, baby,”

Jungkook slides an arm underneath your legs and another underneath your shoulders as he lifts you up. The blankets fall from your body and Jungkook internally screams at the way you cuddle closer to him for warmth.

“It’s cold,” you sniffle into his chest as he walks the two of you over to your shared bathroom.

“You’ll be warm soon, I promise,” Jungkook swears, placing your feet on the floor of the bathroom. He gently caresses your face as he slowly zips the front of your jacket down.

You shimmy the rest of your clothes off as Jungkook holds your weak body. He guides you to the bath and leads you in, holding your hand the entire time, letting you know he’s there for you to lean your weight on.

“There’s tea with honey in it to your right. Take your time in here, okay?” he whispers affectionately to you, kissing your bare shoulder.

Your heart swells at his words, your heartstrings brutally plucked by him. You love this man so much. What in the world did you do to deserve him?

“Jungkook, I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you, too,” he smiles, kissing your forehead one last time before walking away to leave you in all that he has done to prove it.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

Hi I just wanna say I really really really love your writing and I hope you enjoy it and that you keep writing. Thank you amazing human

aklsjdflkdsjf stoppppppppp!!!! I feel tingles in my fingers typing to type rn ㅜㅡㅜ

Thank you so much for taking the time to read what I've got! Writing is defo one of my favorite hobbies. I'm actually so glad people are giving me requests for drabbles bc I'm struggling a little with inspiration right now. My brain is like: "University Superstar couple should get married rn", but I really need to focus on my other fics and stories bc I'm also so eager to get them out and write other storylines with different AU's and themes and ratings and !!!! So much.

If you ever have an AU or something that you really like or that you think would absolutely make your heart flutter, don't be afraid to ask and I'll try my best.

Thank you, you amazing human <3

Eight Years

[Summary]: Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.

[Theme]: MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon.

[Rating]: fluff, smut, 18+ content

[Word Count]: 2,493

[Author’s Note]: I wanna say this is probably the first fic I have ever written? I could be wrong but I am almost positive. So glad to finally share it though…this is one of my favs.

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"Let me sit on your lap," You demand from your husband.

Namjoon looks up at you with wide eyes as he stops chewing, his cheeks stuffed with food. He looks too good, even with a mouth full of greasy hamburger. Dark green t-shirt, fluffy hair, and, of course, gray sweats — you absolutely have to cuddle him. It is not an option. You must.

"I'm eating," He says, but you're already lifting his arm up and sliding onto his thighs.

"Keep eating, then," You reply, shoving your nose into his neck. He smells clean, like fresh laundry. And his hair is soft as you play with the ends of it at the nape of his neck. You can't get enough of this man.

Namjoon continues chewing as he lets you sit on him.

"I'm not understanding this behavior," He says, mouth full.

"You don't have to,"

"But I want to,"

"Just accept it and move on,"

Namjoon shrugs and stuffs the last piece of his hamburger into his mouth. His chewing is obnoxious, and you're sure that there's grease all over his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss the fuck out of him right now anyways.

He leans back on the chair as he drinks his water. His warm palm comes up and rubs at your back. They're so big and strong; you can't help but melt into his palms as he holds you. His touch creates a reaction within you, like a heater touching an ice cube.

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you.

"Yeah, it was okay," You mumble against his neck. "How was yours?"

"It was good. Couldn't wait to come home, though,"

"Why?"

"Don't know. Kind of wanted to see my wife."

"You're seeing her,"

"No, I'm seeing her back."

With that, you bring your head from the crook of his neck to look your husband in the eyes.

"Now I'm seeing her," He smiles. "Hello, angel," He hums, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

You reciprocate, enjoying the softness of his lips before you pull away, an antagonizing grin plastered on your lips.

"You taste like beef,"

"Well, you insisted on sitting on me while I was eating."

"Never said I didn't like it,"

"Didn't know you liked the taste of beef and spit. Well noted,"

"I like the taste of you," You coo, giving his cheek a pinch.

"Tch," He snorts, giving you another kiss.

This time, you tuck your lips into his firmly. Your hands caress his jaw and neck as you move your lips against his. Namjoon sighs against you, confidently sliding his hands up your back as he tilts his head into yours. He hums into you, enjoying the way you kiss him so surely.

After a few more kisses, you pull away, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

“I missed you today" You confess.

“I did, too,” your husband kisses the inside of your palm before his eyes flicker up to yours hurriedly, as if he remembered something.

"Guess what, babe," He starts, hands firmly holding your waist. He doesn't give you time to respond, though, immediately continuing his sentence afterward. "When I was riding to work this morning, I decided to take the same route we used to walk down before we started dating. They're putting it under construction."

"What?!" You exclaim, your heart dropping in your chest.

"I know. I was really upset about it," He sighs, rubbing circles into your hips. "It made me think all day, though. That place holds so many memories."

"It does," You frown, remembering your early days with Namjoon at the spot. "That's where I kissed you for the first time."

"That's where I kissed you for the first time." Namjoon corrects, smirking.

You sigh. "Namjoon, we have gone over this,"

He chuckles as he kisses the bridge of your nose. He finds enjoyment in antagonizing you.

Looking back on it, you both leaned in at the same time. But it was you who took the first step towards him, deciding on whether or not you wanted to kiss him right then and there. You guessed you both had the same battle going on in your heads at the time.

"I can't believe they're putting it under construction," You frown. "We wouldn't be married if it weren't for that path."

"Well, it's been like what? Eight years since we started walking down there? Married for 3, dated for 4, friends for about 1-2 years... yeah about eight years. It probably just needs to be renovated. It was all torn up, even when we met there."

You laugh at that. "God, that makes me feel old. Eight years..."

"I know," He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'll be sad if it looks different." You pout.

"Don't be sad. We still have a lot of places where we experienced our firsts at. Like that bridge where I asked you to be my girlfriend. Or that restaurant by the ocean we had sex in for the first tim—"

You playfully hit his shoulder. Your husband just laughs as he wraps his arms around your waist. Namjoon kisses your cheek as you try to act annoyed at him for bringing up the shameful place you both had your first with each other. But, alas, you can never truly be annoyed at him. You love him too much.

"Don't kiss my face, your mouth is covered in grease," You whine, pushing him back softly by the shoulders.

"Why don't you lick it off then," He smirks.

You raise an eyebrow at your husband.

"What is it, babe? Are you taking back your words? Do you not like the taste of me?"

"That's not what I meant," You roll your eyes.

"What did you mean, then?" He taunts you.

"You know what I meant,"

"No, baby," He grins. "I don't think I do,"

You know he knows what you meant. He just wants an excuse to hear you say it.

"I like the taste of your cock, is what I meant." You give it to him.

Namjoon gives you the most fuck boy smile you've ever seen after that. It gives your pussy a shameful heartbeat like it always does whenever he flashes his teeth at you like that.

"Shut up," You shy away from him. But Namjoon grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him as he cuddles your hips closer to his.

"Did you eat today?" He asks, changing the topic while giving your jaw a kiss.

"Mmhm," You hum as he sensually drags his lips down your neck. You know what he’s doing. Trying to get you to focus on a thought while he teases the living hell out of you has always been a kink of his. However, you’re too needy not to play into his antics today. It’s kind of fun playing this game, anyways.

"Was it good?" He bites at your sweet spot. You gasp, your hands firmly grasping his shoulders for support as he effortlessly turns you on.

"So good..." You moan as he licks the soreness of the bite afterward.

Namjoon's big hands cascade up your shirt, slowly making their way up to your breasts. He massages them firmly as he rolls his hips up into yours.

You force your hips to grind down into his, begging for some friction down south. You hate how he does this to you in literal seconds — makes your pussy aching and wet for him with just a flash of his teeth.

"Yeah? Can you tell me about it, sweetheart?" He grins before sucking a fat hickey just above your clavicle.

"Ahh—I-I had pasta," You moan. The very thin material of your pajama shorts does not make the situation any easier for you.

"Yeah?" He antagonizes you further, lifting your — his — t-shirt over your head. He hums at the sight. "Was it just how you like it?"

Namjoon kisses down your chest, stopping at your nipple before giving it a gentle lick. You gasp at the contact, your nipples extremely sensitive to his touch. He licks it again before encasing the bud completely in his mouth, sucking and gnawing at it as he waits for your answer.

"J-Joon—" You pant, your fingers immediately tangling in his locks. His hand rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, causing you to jerk your hips harshly into his. Namjoon moans at the friction, squeezing your hip as he motions the sway of them harder and faster against him.

"'C'mon, baby. I wanna hear about your meal," He grins, his teeth scraping your nipple as he does so.

"You tease," You moan, tugging on his hair.

Namjoon flashes another signature smile at you, and if it weren't for the jello filling your legs, you would slide down to your knees and suck him until he forgot his last name. But as much as Namjoon would love that, he kind of wants to fuck his wife into the sheets right now.

"S-Stop smiling at me like that," You shy.

"Or what, baby?" He hums, kissing down your torso. "How will you punish me?"

"I-I'll—"

He slides a hand down your pants.

"I'll—"

His fingers delicately slide up your folds, his middle finger gently circling your clit.

"I'll—ffuckk," You whimper, eyes focused on his hand in your pants.

"You'll fuck? Fuck what, babe?" He coos, circling your opening gently, gathering your juices on his fingertips, before he continues. "Me? Hmm, I don't think so. Fucking is my job this evening."

"Joon—," You cry, rocking your hips into his fingers. "Do it,"

"I will." He promises. Namjoon's strong arms manhandle your thighs, securely wrapping them around his waist before he walks the two of you to the couch. He gently tosses you on the cushions, ripping off his clothes before he joins you. He tugs your pants and panties down your legs, spreading them wide for him after he tosses your clothes on the pile with his own.

Namjoon slides between your thighs, pressing his cock hard against your entrance.

"Hello, beautiful," He coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Hi," You reply, giving his lips a kiss.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you now. Is that alright?"

His word choice makes your thighs tremble as they wrap around his waist. You nod at him, situating your arms under his shoulders securely for what's to come. When Namjoon says he's going to fuck the shit out of you, he's gonna do it with all he's got.

"Alright," He smiles before giving your forehead a quick peck.

He rubs his tip up and down your cunt a few times before sliding in with a sharp jerk of his hips. He fucks you hard after that — so damn hard and so fucking fast, brutal in his pace. You can feel him hit your cervix while the heat of friction burns your walls. You know you're not going to be able to walk properly for the next few days, but it feels way too good to ask him to slow down. You don't want him to slow down.

"How are you still so damn tight after I've fucked you for so long, huh?" Namjoon pants above you. His hands harshly grip your hips, pinning them down to the cushions as he fucks you deeper.

You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your husband never relents in the bedroom and you love it. You love it so much, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and sweat cascading down your face and chest. "Eight years and every time — fuck — every time it's like I'm fucking you for the first time."

"Ahhh—Fu-J-Joon!" You cry, wet tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Namjoon responds to you with a grunt as he quickens the movements of his hips. His pelvis claps against yours with every thrust, filling the room with lewd noises.

"Aghhh, baby, keep clenching like that," He demands. Like you can even help it at this point. You're so close to your high, your legs literally shake against his hips.

"Joon, I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, digging your nails into his back.

"Not yet. Don't cum until I say so," He instructs, biting your shoulder as he struggles to keep his release inside his balls. As badly as he wants to cum, he wants to enjoy this more. He gets to see you every day. He gets to shower with you and cook with you and go on walks with you and fuck you every day. But he can never take a moment with you for granted. He wants to savor all of it, just like he has for the past eight years, and just as he will for the rest of his life.

You squirm beneath him, trying your hardest to keep it all in. But he's so good. He feels so good, and you don't know how much longer you can control your orgasm.

"Namjoon," You whine, scratching at his neck and back.

"I know, sweetheart. Just a little while longer," He compromises.

"I can't...!" You gasp. Namjoon grabs your thighs and hikes them over his shoulders before ramming into you again. The couch is scratching against the hardwood, moving with him as he fucks you in this position. He hits you in all the right places, fucking you just as hard, fast, and deep as before. But this time, you can't control it. This time, the man on top of you looks fuzzy, and you wonder why he moans your name over and over again as your neck falls back against the pillows. You can definitely feel his dick twitching, though. And the unnecessary amount of wetness pooling at your core and thighs.

There’s a moment when nothing registers to you. You're just harshly breathing as all you can see is white, until Namjoon's voice wakes you out of your trance.

"Baby...y/n," He calls your name. But you're too exhausted to give a response.

Namjoon kisses your cheek as he slides a hand under your neck. He tilts your head up at him.

"Look at me," He demands, and you do. He's clearer now, but your eyelids feel like bricks as you attempt to blink. "You just squirted. All over me."

You laugh at that, as does Namjoon. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours before giving it a firm peck.

"Fuck, that was so hot. I love when you do that," He chuckles. "I love you," He says, showering your face in kisses.

"I love you, too," You sigh, finally able to catch your breath and look at your husband properly. God, yes, you do love this man.

"No, but really," He says, gathering his t-shirt from the ground and wiping up your thighs with it. "What kind of pasta did you have?"

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]