Ahhhh Okay !! Ive Read This A Good Five To Six Times Probably ?? And Every Single Time I Am Hit With

ahhhh okay !! i’ve read this a good five to six times probably ?? and every single time i am hit with the same amount of emotions, my heart melts, and my e m o t i o n s go out of control

like seriously dee?? wHO allOweD yOu to be so talented?? first !! the plot !! this was so so creative and the summary hooked me in right away because i haven’t seen anything like this and i love it. all your ideas are so creative and sometimes saucy 😌 but i’m always so so excited to read just by reading the summary. second !! the header !! it’s gorgeous and it makes me soft 🥺 all your headers are so cute and edited so beautifully that it makes the whole experience 10x more enjoyable. third !! the actual story. nOW, lEMME TELL YOU, I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS. the beginning starts out amazing, i’m laughing and smiling like an idiot because the way it’s written feels so real?? so beautiful!? i love their interaction and the banter that goes between them. i love the subtle hints and buildup of affection that’s hesitant between them !! we stan jimin, come on you fools, kiss kiss fall in love. when the plot twist came (idk if it counts bc we knew about it) i still choked on my juice and went “scaufouenwjnene” for a good fifteen seconds. their relationship is so natural, simple but cute, and just so wholesome and funny?? i literally can not describe it but there’s something about the way that you described it that literally made my heart burst.

the ending?? oH gOd. iM fIne. fiNe. aBSoluTelY pEaCHy ;-; no im not. it hurt me, like bro, my heart melted and i melted into a puddle and i’m all mushy and fuzzy and soft?? 🥺 but seriously !! it played out so well in my head?? i love each and every scene, every detail incorporated into this (like the fact that they know each other so well with the sandwich order) and how understanding jungkook is?? i need a best friend like that. seriously !! i haven’t written a proper review for this yet so here it is, and i’m honestly wowed. once again, and always ! you never fail to amaze me and leave me pondering my existence. every fic feels so real, too real to be just fiction. it’s like a movie playing out in my head, the characters and the story were written so beautifully and i have no words ! i am a mess, rambling on as i try to make sense of my emotions

thank you for sharing this piece. this is the piece that got me into your writing after i followed you from teresa and it’s honestly one of the best decisions i’ve made. this will always be near and dear to my heart for when i need a good read 💗

the best part of me is you || (m)

best friend (n.) the person who knows you better than you know yourself.

― synopsis: Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.

pairing: camboy!jungkook x best friend!reader

genre: fluff, smut & a hint of angst

content: best!friend jungkook, graphic descriptions of hand-holding, awkward communication, mutual pining, (male) solo masturbation, uhh like five seconds of female solo masturbation, soft dirty talk, praise kink, cunnilingus, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, light size kink, gentle choking, unedited

word count: 9k

a/n: this is a valentine for my dearest teresa (@sketchguk​). sending you lots of hugs and kisses today and every other day of the year. 

Jungkook is hanging upside down over one of the arms on his sofa, blinking blearily at the flashing screen of the old television mounted to the wall directly above the bookshelf he built for you since you didn’t have enough space for it in your apartment.

Throwing an arm over his forehead, he moans in exaggerated despair. “I died.”

Chuckling, you step further into his living room, paying careful attention to the two porcelain mugs in your hands since you don’t want to end up having the hot liquid splash on your arms. Jungkook knows how to properly treat minor burns after spending years attached to your hip but the pain wouldn’t be worth the sight of him fluttering around you in an overdose of nerves. There are other less extreme methods of finding some way to amuse yourself via your best friend. 

“That’s the fifth time in less than twenty-four hours, isn’t it?” Jungkook nods with a pout on his lips as you pass him his coffee after he adjusts himself, muttering a quick thanks in a pitiful tone of voice. There’s no way that he isn’t milking it, and you have a feeling you know what he’s aiming for. Pretending to be clueless, you carry on as if you didn’t notice anything. “Maybe you’re losing your touch.”

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can i request a drabble of vampire jimin? something fluffy and cute plz thank u

— silver lining

summary. jimin is a vampire. jimin is also your boyfriend. this can be very problematic at times, but sometimes, it comes in handy in more ways than one. alternatively: jimin is a whiny, grumpy, and clingy vampire who can’t deal with the silent treatment after a fight.

pairing. park jimin / reader

word count. 800

genre. fluff & comedy, vampire au, boyfriend au

warnings. none !!

note(s). i’m sorry i haven’t posted in awhile !! i’ve been super busy and haven’t been doing v well mentally these past few weeks, but i hope you enjoy this smol drabble <3

also !! this was based off of a prompt found on pinterest but i can’t seem to find it :((

“Baby, please.”

Jimin plops onto the couch, body sinking down into the plush material as he lets out another huff. He can’t find it in himself to be angry, not when he brought this upon himself, so he simply sulks as he hugs his knees to his chest, ducking his head down and tucking his chin into his chest. His pretty pink lips are pushed up into a pout, effectively enhancing the squishiness of his cheeks as they puff up during his fit. He rolls his eyes when he’s met with nothing but the light padding of sock-clad feet against kitchen tiles and silence.

You continue stirring the simmering pot of tomato sauce, slowly swathing the wooden spatula in clockwise circles of the creamy sauce as you try and nearly fail to bite back a grin. He looks so adorable like that: perched on the couch with wide eyes staring up at you pleadingly, fingers fidgeting with his shirt as he carefully gauges your reaction. Letting out another hum of content, you turn the stove off, adjusting your peach colored apron and fixing the low ponytail sloping against your neck.

He stares at the silver bracelets that line your arm, shining under the warm kitchen lights. A silver necklace dangles from around your neck, the red jewel embedded in the center among sculpted flowers and thin, curved vines pressed squarely against the supple skin of your throat. He can almost feel the burn of the metal against his skin, the sharp and slightly sour tang that zaps him as he comes in contact with the material. His intense scrutiny causes a flush of pink (you swear it’s the heat of the kitchen though you know better) to creep up your neck and dust across the apples of your cheeks, making you shy away from his narrowed eyes. Jimin lets out another huff, throwing himself back as he glances up at the ceiling with his jaw clenched.

“I’ll buy you food. Take you out. Do the dishes for a month. I’ll do anything, just please stop ignoring me. I won’t do it again, okay? I’ll take care of myself.” He offers, expecting nothing but silence in return.

“Hm alright, fine then.” You tease with a grin elongating the curve of your lips, watching as he immediately perks up. His eyes widen in delight and disbelief, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pumps his fists up in the air in triumph. You almost feel bad that you’re going to rain on his joyous parade.

“Let’s get Italian! Extra garlic in the pasta and garlic bread on the side!” You declare excitedly after a moment, clapping your hands together as you reach for the laminated menu posted on the refrigerator.

Just like that, Jimin immediately deflates like a balloon, falling onto his knees and slumping against the floor as if he were melting into a puddle. His cheek presses against the cold kitchen tiles as he lets out a hopeless whine. It reminds you of a three year old throwing a temper tantrum —not that he’s that far from one— and the thought almost makes you giggle.

Your extremely observant vampire boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, catching onto the slight change of your demeanor with his heightened senses as his heart skips a beat at how cute you are. Despite how grumpy he is, he cannot help but admire how beautiful you look, even on a day as simple and boring as this one. Your hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, baby hairs framing the sides of your pretty face that seems to glow under the mellow lights. An over-sized cotton tee —he’s pretty sure it’s from his closet— floods your figure until the hem ends at your thighs, the slightly see-through material causing his eyes to wander up.

His thoughts are interrupted once you open the fridge, something between a huff and a sigh tumbling from his lips as lets out an incoherent mumble, grumbling on about how he’s “back at square one again.”

“I’ll buy you sushi and drop you 10,000 bells in Animal Crossing.”

“Make it 10,000 and a couple gold nuggets, and that’ll be a bargain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, watching as you slide off the bracelets and unclasp the necklace, before pouncing on you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His arms slot perfectly against your hips, face pressed into your tummy as he mumbles out an apology.

“Baby, you know I could never say ‘no’ to you.”

“Never? Because there’s that dim-sum table I wanted from your island.” You tease, running a hand through his mop of hair.

He sighs, playfully rolling his eyes as he presses a peck to your forehead in response.

pls reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed !! just a reblog, a small comment, or a couple tags really means a lot to me + i need validation to survive okay :// thank you sm for reading !!

aHHHHHHHHHHH YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME. NOT WHEN I LUV PARK JIMIN AND JEON JUNGKOOK WITH ALL MY HEART 🥺 okay first of all akwkkekekdjenjfnzjsjjeje this was the cutest thing i’ve read,,, like literally so adorable awhh ;w; i’m so soft and my heart’s melted and i’m indecisive so idk who to choose if there’s even choosing 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like no stop pls don’t do this to me i-i !! eeeeeeeeek 🥺 okau but anyways this concept was the cutest and also hilarious and i’m in love with it as i am with all your writing and im so soft so :(( thank you for writing this masterpiece of a fic and sharing it !! your writings are incredible and always leave me in a puddle of emotions !! a mushy mess of overripe bananas !! a whirlwind of feelings !! you are so so talented and i am 🥺 in awe of how much you seem to have !! and you play animal crossing: new horizons !! that’s a big win win !!

but pls give this a read you will not be disappointed !! this is so cute and adorable and amazing and funny and whew i am a mess 🥺💗💗💗 but mwah !! hugs and kithes for u !!

drabble #3: pediatricsurgeon!jk knows generalsurgeon!reader has a friendship leaderboard and he’s rightfully earned his place in it, but neurosurgeon!tae seems to have taken his spot. 

or, in which the hypothetical becomes true. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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Jungkook has always had the theory that you have a friendship leaderboard. 

Not like you’ve ever admitted to it out loud, not even hinted to it at any given point on the ten plus years you’ve known your group of friends. 

He has no proof of it either, but he trusts his gut and his gut tells him that he’s never been number one on said leaderboard. 

Damn Namjoon, he’s like one of those record breaking artists that never seems to leave the top of the charts. 

Right now, Jungkook’s in a solid third place and only because Yoongi just came back from the vacations the hospital had forced him to take. 

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bro bro bro bro bro i don’t think i’m even alive anymore. i have ascended, my soul has left me body, i-

first !! this was ridiculously adorable and i’m completely and wholly speechless, in awe of your talent, and screaming my lungs out into the void because i love this so much. second !! i don’t have enough words or emotions to properly describe how much i love this and how wonderful and every single positive word in the world this is !! this was amazing to read !! also i can imagine each scene perfectly in my head like the amount of detail !! the coffee and all the muffins?? sir, you have impeccable taste and i am actually in luv. he is so flirty and cute and witty and i’m soft and basically a puddle of sticky, melted chocolate !!

“or if you feel that uncomfortable working here, i could buy this coffee shop and have her fired-“ i choked, i ascended, my favorite line. i’m in love

and “although, i’m used to getting kisses on my birthday.” i read this and i screamed, my lungs are broken. the kiss 🥺 he acts so innocent but man i bet you he can be spicy 🥴

aHEM- anyways you are one of my favorite authors and i am 🥺 as always left astounded and amazed and i’m in love. your writing style is so soft and adorable but witty and i blame you for the reason why i am utterly in l*ve with this man and why i have to constantly remind myself that my bias is jungkook and why i’m still on tumblr uwu i luv u

filed under: endless scenarios that’ll probably never become fics bc i’m lazy 

prompt: ceo!jimin part ii. part i here. you should’ve throttled him for that stunt he pulled last week. but it’s his birthday.

“that was a dick move,” you clarify even though he didn’t ask. jimin only smiles back at you with glowing, dimpled cheeks. “and before you can hit me with your bullshit excuse for ordering thirty-five lattes on a monday morning–” 

“it was my birthday!” he interjects innocently. “sort of. i treated my floor to coffee.”

you squint. “sort of?” 

“it’s actually today,” he looks so cute, top button of his dress shirt undone, small eyes curving into charming crescents like he knows his cologne is making your knees wobble behind the counter. “but i work in stocks. friday the thirteenth jokes can get a little serious sometimes-” 

you raise your hand dismissively. “funny you think i give a rat’s ass. do you have any idea the kind of impression my boss got?” he only looks marginally guilty at the stress in your voice. “as if the monday shift was bad enough, now i’ve got her giving me the side-eye thinking we’re,” you search for a diplomatic word, fumbling with your apron. “involved.”

“then we should be involved. problem solved.” he watches you groan, covering your burning face with your hands. “or if you feel that uncomfortable working here, i could buy this coffee shop and have her fired–” 

“jimin!” you hiss, then, quieter. “please.” 

he relents only because you asked nicely, waiting patiently while you punch the keys in your till with more force than needed. you draw in a deep breath as you scribble his name on the to-go cup, and then beside it- “is that your number?” 

you won’t look at him, heart pounding. you can hear the grin stretching over his face. “a birthday gift.” you pull the cup away from his reach. “if you promise to stop giving me grief during my shifts. or i’m gonna dump this on your head.” 

“promise,” he sticks out his chubby pinky for emphasis, hooking onto yours for longer than necessary before dragging you forward to lean over the counter with him, breath hot. “although, i’m used to getting kisses on my birthday.” 

your eyes flicker to his pink lips reflexively, slightly hypnotised by his expensive cologne. “fine,” his eyes light up. you press your mouth to his coffee cup so your berry lipstick leaves a stain beside his name. “happy birthday.” 

liyah why are you doing this to me

im trying to go anout my day, trying to hard to be happy and think about my animal crossing island (which i named moonberry after a long discussion with jo and karla) bUT iM ABOUT TO WEEP AN OCEAN OF TEARS BC THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND SOFT AND I-

you don’t need to remind me that park jimin is the boyfriend, fiancé, and husband i’ll never have :(( but this was so cute and adorable and well written and tHE AUDACITY MA’AM. wHo aLLowED yOu tO bE sO tAlEnTed. >:(( i am a mess of emotions and i’m mushy and soft and a melted puddle of feelings and i can’t type properly through this blur of happy feelings and tears like eXCUSE ME >:(( i’m happy and sad and soft and grumpy and want a park jimin even though he’s not available :(( you’re so talented like what the heck. your words hold so much power and every scene and little detail is so well written and weaves together into the perfect little story that sticks with you !! these are the kind of writings that seem too real to be fiction, that are too perfect for your eyes, and so beautifully written that you’re left in awe afterwards !! i am always speechless after reading your writing bc i’m hit with your talent by a wall of bricks

bUt i’m okay. just fine. absolutely pEACHY ! thank you for writing this masterpiece and sharing this !! exactly what i needed to fuel my love for jimin and christmas and patent au :((

miracle | pjm x reader

[ gif belongs to samwol ]

author’s note(s): hey hey sorry for disappearing into th depths of hell but HEY LOOK CHRISTMAS DRABBLE THING. There are two more interconnecting parts since this is a maknae line series which i will link when they go up tomorrow! uwu merry christmas.

warning(s): fluff, swearing n mentions of sex

rating: all

genre: fluff

words: 2k

summary: an emergency surprise delivery may just be the christmas gift he needed

parts: taehyung | jungkook

Anyone who knew Park Jimin, knew that he was an avid lover of Christmas. Even way back when he lived with the members, Jimin always bought about the holiday spirit. From decorating the house to giving gifts and even making covers of songs for ARMYs. But now that his career as a member of an idol group had come to an end, Jimin had found an even bigger love for the annual holiday.

His children.

Park Jimin had three beautiful baby girls, Miyoung, who was the eldest at four along with Sunmi and Eunmi who were two. Every moment he spent with them were cherished and he wanted to create such memories for them too. Jimin locsd the way his little girls smiled wide at Christmas, the way they belted out his and uncle Gguk’s covers of old Christmas songs and the way their large brown eyes (their shape mostly familiar to yours) lit up at the sight of their finally finished Christmas cookies.

Park Jimin loved his girls much more than he loved Christmas.

But if there was one thing he loved more, it was his wife, you. You were the woman of his dreams. The woman who watched him grow up, guided him through his mistakes and gave him a hand when he couldn’t stand on his own. You stayed through thick and thin, when he messed up and when he didn’t. You were his everything, you gave him everything and he loved you more and more everyday.

Christmas Day was no different.

“Mmm ready to go Mrs Park?” The silver haired male hummed, nipping at your ear as his girls belted out ‘Last Christmas’ from their seats in the living room. You chuckled, fixing the baby bag one last time as Jimin’s hand settled over your bump. His head that was once rested on your shoulder, lifted so that Jimin could sweep his gaze over your form, a proud smile settling across his lips. “You look beautiful honey~”

Turning with the bag now zipped up in your hands, you shook your head, staring up at your husband with the world of love in your eyes. Jimin, being the gentleman he was quickly lifted the bag from your grip, with the little one’s due date getting closer he’d begun to baby you more (ironic, right?), treating you as if you’d break at any moment. “Who me? Or are you talking to the baby?” You teased, still staring at the man before you with bright eyes.

“The baby of course~” Jimin chuckled, sinking to his knees to kiss your flannel shirt clad bump. “I can’t wait to meet you honey-Ow!”

“That should teach you, Mr Park”

The man shook out his hair after receiving the calculated blow from you, giggling with crescent moon eyes as his daughters laughed at him from their seats. The three of them trotted over to their daddy, hair neatly tied back with the overly expensive ribbons uncle Yoongi had gifted them for Christmas.

“Silly daddy!” Miyoung tsked, wrapping her arms around your legs gently whilst watching Jimin rise from his knees, the twins in either arm. “Mummy always looks beautiful, not just the baby! You haven’t even seen the baby yet!”

The moon haired man chuckled at his sassy little girl, nodding along with her words. “Of course babygirl, but if this baby is anything like their daddy then they’re sure to be even more beautiful-!”

“Naughy daddy!” the twins squealed as his eldest mumbled something about him sounding too much like their Uncle Seokjin.

-

With the twins conked out in the backseat and Eunmi too busy drawing to care, Jimin  took a second to spare a glance at you. It never failed to amaze him how pretty you looked even when you were just sitting there. The light glint from the snow outside lit up your skin just right, and Jimin could see every scar, freckle or mark that had accumulated over the years.  

“Keep your eyes in the road, Park”

“It’s a red signal, Park” You chuckled at your husband’s comeback, moving forward to rest a hand on the one he’d placed on your knee. The signal turned green again and Jimin drove on, his thumb tracing circles on the little patch of skin that was exposed because of your slightly ripped jeans. Jimin looked back at you quickly before focusing on the road again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you yesterday, at the hospital when you-“

He turned the car, indicator ticking in the back of your head as he drove forth, manoeuvring the car with ease even if it was just with one hand. The roads were a little sloshy, where fresh and melted snow had mixed so your husband drove a little slower.

“It’s okay my love” you whispered to him, toying with the wedding band on ring finger. “It was nothing major, I’m fine, the baby’s fine. Don’t worry Jimin.” You shifted your hand so that your fingers interlocked, gently bringing his palm to rest above your bump. Silence filtered through the car as Jimin kept a steady eye on the road, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. And then suddenly, there it was…the soft kick of the little one you had both created. “See, baby’s fine!”

He hummed in satisfaction and with a glance to the side you could see the small smile growing on Jimin’s face.

-

“Kim Seokjin, I swear to god if you give Eunmi one more of those cookies she’s going to-“

The older male pressed a finger to Jimin’s lips, a cheeky smile already forming on his own as he handed the brown eyed girl the last cookie from the tray. She squealed in delight, toddling off to pester another uncle of hers before munching on the sugary treat. Seokjin let out a tsk as he drew himself away from his younger friend, allowing his posture to relax. “Ah ah ahh, remember who you’re speaking too Jiminie~!”

“But hyung” Jimin whined, suddenly feeling five years younger than he actually was. Who could imagine? Park Jimin, a grown man whining like a teenager.  “If Y/N finds out that I’ve given the girls anymore sugar I’m going to get it tonight.”

“Get what? Laid?” Another voice belonging to none other Kim Taehyung. The red head was nursing some of punch Yoongi’s girlfriend had bought along, smirking as he did so. “Haven’t you gotten enough head in the last couple years? it’s like you and the Mrs never stop”

Jimin smirked, reaching over to his friend for a hug. Now that the group was disbanded, it wasn’t often that they all got together like this with Seokjin managing his restaurants, Yoongi and Namjoon in the music business, Hoseok travelling whilst Jungkook took up film making and Taehyung became a model for none other than Gucci (figures right?). Christmas was one of the few times of the year that they were all in the same country at the same time, and it only added to Jimin’s high spirits.

“Motherfucker you just wish you were getting some” Jimin snapped back lightly, the boys sharing another chuckle. It was in this moment that the father of three felt the happiest, where his family met his friends the ones he had practically grown up with. Jimin remembered when he first introduced you to the members and how accepting they were of you and how happy they were for the both of you when you announced your first child.

Jimin was pulled from his thoughts when Namjoon came over with a playful smile, having caught one of the twins Sunmi with a load tissues stuffed into the front pocket of a dress gifted by Taehyung. “Where ya going with all that, honey?” Jimin asked, bending down to eye level to meet his little girl’s cheeky gaze.

“Mama had an axeedent!” The smaller twin giggled, holding out the tissue to her daddy who eyed her curiously. “Watur bwoke?”

Jimin paled and the party was thrown into chaos.

-

“Park Jimin I fucking hate you!” You wailed once he was by your side, the wives, girlfriends and fiancés of the other members calming you through your first wave of contractions. “How dare you do this to me?!”

The maknae of the group had ran off to call an ambulance whilst the other members rounded up the children into various cars, tackling the complex seatbelts as Jimin practically ripped his hair out. His wife giving birth was nothing he hadn’t seen before. But not on Christmas Day and certainly not in his best friend’s living room.

The frenzy only worsened when it turns out there were barely enough ambulances to get you to hospital and you absolutely refused to push your child out onto your friend’s living room floor, so with heavy breaths you shuffled to the car with the help of Jimin and Yoongi, barely managing to stop yourself from tearing someone’s head off.

He sure did love Christmas.

Park Jimin knew better than to say anything when you were pissed because shutting up was always better than the possibility of having your vocal chords ripped out. The car journey was mostly silent apart from your heavy breathes in the back seat and the sounds of the maknae trying not to throw up from nerves. All you preferred during times like this was to hold Jimin’s hand, just so you knew that he was there.

The silver haired man didn’t have time to think about the stares he, his members and family got when the bustled through the hospital doors demanding a bed as soon as possible and he barely had time to register the fact that he was about to become a father for the fourth time. Even if he and his wife had done this many times before, Park Jimin was never a stranger to the nerves of having to be responsible for a whole new form of life.

And maybe, just maybe the sounds of soft baby’s cries were enough to soothe that fear.

-

“He’s perfect, don’t you think?” you whispered tiredly to your girls, who had only just been allowed to see their newborn baby brother. Jimin watched from the door way, arms folded over his chest as you let the girls observe the tiny boy in your arms. “He’s your little brother~!”

“We won’t bweak him?” Eunmi asked in a tiny voice as your son let out a small gurgle, tiny hands blindly grabbing onto Miyoung’s pinky finger. Sunmi, Eunmi snd Miyoung giggles quietly at the sight, watching in awe as the little one moved slowly.

The door popped open with a soft click and Jimin let his arms fall to the side as he slid over to let the intruder in. His lips pulled up into a smile when the person revealed himself to be his hyung, Min Yoongi. The elder grinned at Jimin, patting him on the back with congratulations before calling over to the three Park girls. “C’mon ladies, lets give mummy a rest, huh?”

With pouty lips and kisses to their parents, the girls followed their uncle, eyes glittering at the promise of some cookies if they were good. When the door closed again the father of three, sorry four, approached his wife, his heart swelling at the sight of him. His little boy.

“He’s a miracle isn’t he Minnie” you cooed tiredly, eyes never leaving the boy’s small figure. “After 5 Years, we finally have our own baby boy~”

Jimin chuckled, gently brushing his finger tips over his son’s head before gently lifting him from your arms when you yawned. “He’s beautiful, the perfect gift.” Your husband glanced up with the world of love in his eyes and your heart swelled. “You did so well, princess.”

“We did well Minnie~” came your sleepy response and it wasn’t long until you’d dosed off, the exhaustion from the day finally taking over you. Jimin smiled, softly rocking your son as he watched over you, ever the more grateful for you, his children, his family and his little Christmas miracle.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhjjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhj 🥺 bro this is so cute?? and soft?? like marshmallow liddol meow meow kitty and kithes cutie pie yoongi ?? and you wrote him so well i’m soft. kakskkekwkkekrkkr your writing is amazing and once again i am left speechless by your talent !! one of the cutest things ever !! please read this lovely fic and give this lovely author some love 💕

“But I like your beats.” – myg

· fluff, idolverse, Min Yoongi x reader

· Word count: 397

· Date posted: 22 February 2019

“Can we leave yet?” You ask softly, glancing over Yoongi’s shoulder at the screen of his computer.

“Soon.” He mumbles, pulling his gaze to the clock on the wall. He hadn’t meant to be writing this long, but he just got so lost in the music and time just seemed to fly by.

You huff impatiently, rearranging your position on the couch again. It’s not that you minded waiting, in fact you admired Yoongi’s passion for song writing so much that you would stay in here all day with him. And that’s exactly what you had done…but now you were hungry, tired, and craving cuddles.

“Yoongi!” You whine, stretching the syllables of his name. He doesn’t even need to look to see that you’re pouting. His lips press together, trying to hard not to smile, but damn it you’re just too cute.

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