My God.

My god.

I love the weirdly specific rules that go with answering a riddle. Like, “I Have Two Eyes But I Cannot See: What Am I?” And the answer’s supposed to be the word ‘iridescent’ because ‘two *i*’s’ right, but like. Why can’t the answer be like… A guy with really bad cataracts. Someone wearing a blindfold. My uncle’s dog. Like why does it gotta be deep

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BTS Reaction S/O is a translator (hyung line)

this ended up being really long, so i’m splitting them. lysm <3

When they were told a new translator, the translator, was finally joining their team, they were relieved (specially Namjoon, knowing he wouldn’t have to keep translating six monkeys alone). Korean, english, spanish, german, french, and even russian. You were known from being a genius. You have worked from EXO to One Direction, always travelling, always ready. And though you never though of joining a permanent group, when BigHit approached with the offer, you just couldn’t keep your inner ARMY away, and before you knew it, the contract has been signed and you were travelling back to Seoul, ready to write a new fucking chapter in your life. Ready to write someone in.

KIM SEOKJIN

Jin knew he wasn’t the best dancer, singer, rapper. He knew he couldn’t take really good pictures nor make actually funny jokes. He also knew you were the most beautiful human he had ever seen, and that he did not feel as someone up to you. But then, there was one thing he was certain about: he was an awesome chef.

He used your knowledge in languages to make you help him translate recipes. He had a triple price: a new plate to be tasted, a few more words in his vocabulary (though, being honest, he just copied the recipes back in korean and never looked back at the original), and some time alone with you. It didn’t matter to you, in the end. If there was something you loved even more than travelling and dictionaries, it was food. And Jin’s dishes were the most magical things you have ever tasted.

They say that to conquer a man, you have to conquer his stomach. Lets just say that it works just as fine with you. Before realising it, you found yourself thinking about him at each second. You though of his smile, his gentle touch, his lame jokes, those broad shoulders. The way he always seemed to cook with so much passion, and with some much love when you were with him. So when he made you that small simple dish that you have once mentioned  was your favorite food from your country on your first dinner, you couldn’t help but grab his face and smash your lips together, trying to make him feel as good as he and his food made you feel.

Jin would never be happier. He loved bragging about his genius bae, and you loved bragging about your amazing chef. And though he may never really learn everything you spoke, and yoo might never know how to toast bread without burning it, everything was okay. Your hearts, your mouths, and your tummies had each other, and you knew you didn’t need anything more.

MIN YOONGI

At first he tried to act unnimpressed. Yes, you knew a lot of languages, so what? It was not like you were better than anyone else. And you didn’t think that way, of course, but Min Yoongi was scared of never being enough. It was at that point that he started trying.

You noticed your notebooks, dictionaries, and text books disappeared and reappeared sporadically, with some new scribbles or some lazy post-its on the side. And then, in the middle of an interview, Yoongi would manage to answer a question in a rustic german without letting you say a word. You knew exactly what was happening then, specially when you caught his arrogant smile as he answered confidently. He was challenging, but you would not let him win.

You reached victory a couple nights after, when you caught him on the act of sneaking one of your textbooks and notebooks. Yoongi looked defeated, blushed, and terrified as you pushed him into the room again, closing the door. After staring at him for a minute, you took the book out of his hands, recognizing your Français pour les débutants sample. Cracking a soft smile, you grabbed his hand and sit him on the bed, taking an almost new notebook and starting to teach him a little. And even though you didn’t say a thing, his soft gummy smile, the first one devoted to you, stayed on your mind the whole night.

A month after that, it had became a routine from him to sneak onto your bedroom almost everynight, just to hear you talk and get lost on your voice, soft as velvet, the only drug he would consume again and again, until the day he decided that maybe it would be better to combine it with your lips. He kissed you, in the middle of a spanish session, as your world froze. Head spinning, he tasted like mint bubblegum, just as the way his hair seemed to taste. And even though you couln’t know that, you knew it felt as soft as cotton candy as you buried your fingers in it.

Something knew burned though your skins, as he gently laid you on the bed. A new language tingled on your tongues, and you would learn it together.

JUNG HOSEOK

Languages were his weak point. He might be the golden hyung, but there was nothing shiny about his language skills. He had made a fool of himselve when you asked the guys to repeat some basic sentences, failing on the pronuntiation of almost all of them (he seemed to have a weird conection with russian, the one you actually struggled the most). But even with that small comfort, he knew he would never be your focus, having someone as Namjoon or Jeongguk to talk instead.

Little did he know he was amazing at other kind of languages. You discovered it the night Hoseok had skipped dinner with the crew, too busy practising, and as you saw them too exhausted to live, you gently offered to go get him and feed him something.

The music blasted through your ears even a floor above the studio. The closer you got, you recognized a typo on the rythms-energic, intense. Angry. The door was already open, and Hoseok’s body was drenched in sweat. His muscles were completely noticeable under his damped shirt, and the emotions his movements spelled took your breath away. Nothing Left To Say from Imagine Dragons jumped next on his playlist, his body almost resetting fot the new song. You watched with awe as he moved, jumped, as he fucking felt every single one of the notes. At the end, the room felt silent long enough for him to hear your atonished gasp and turn off the music. With a shy smile, you handed him the sandwich, as he sat infront of you. Slightly blushed, he started eating, thanking you with his eyes as he stuffed his cheeks. You just laughed and joined him, small talk quickly transforming to meaningful conversations, and a short visit becoming the best night of your life.

The day after that, you didn’t wait for someone to ask you, direclty grabbing two bowls of rice and rushing to his practice room. And so you did the next evening, and the next one. And as the weeks kept going, his choices began to change to happier and sweeter tunes, till one night he stopped you and asked you to dance with him. Taking the pizza box out of your hands, he turned on the speaker (the one that, miraculously, was for once turned off), as “I Gotta Feeling” from The Black Eyed Peas filled in the room, making you giggle. His hands took yours, sometimes resting on your hips, shoulders, back. He had his eyes closed and a gentle smile as he soflty guide you, not letting you fall, never losening up his hold. And at some point you choose to close your eyes too, letting the movement fill you. Letting Hoseok kiss you back.

KIM NAMJOON

They had been teasing him the second they found out about the new addition. He couldn’t blame them, though. He was a sappiosexual nerd who already knew that would fall for whoever crossed the door. And also, the fact that you had the brightest smile he had ever seen, contributed to create the biggest crush he would ever get.

He was wrecked as soon has he heard your voice, and he couldn’t help the blushing that happened anytime you stared back. Your voice, soothing and firm, felt like a hot cocoa after a long day, and that was what he had been looking foward.

Surprise hit him when confirming you were not only smart with languages, but also with everything. Almost a book addict, he found himself helping you carry bags full of books at least once a week. And he wanted to get closer, he needed to, but he didn’t know how. Until the day he realised, you knew a lot of languages but not all of them.

When he approached you at lunch with the offer, how could you say now? You had always wanted to learn italian, japanese, chinese, and he always craved getting to speak german, russian, and french. Spanish and english were children games for your restless minds and bodies, and you were up for the challenge. Lessons started inmmediately, almost everyday, at any second you manage to sneak away together. It was almost a competition on who would learn faster.

But in the middle of your healthy fight, you learnt about each other. About how he loved bitter coffee, while you couldn’t live without your chai latte. How he learned better reading, but you rather embrace any sensation. How both of you could solve enigmas in a matter of seconds but still manage to stumble on any surface, always breaking Yoongi’s stuff and sneaking away, giggling as kids. He also learned you loved poetry. And Namjoon liked to write.

You found a small notebook on your pillow a Thursday afternoon. They were recording, so you flipped the object open. As you started reading, your heart sting quietly, each word craving the deepest part of your soul. Nine sweet, short, sincere poems, each one on each language, existed on those pages through his messy handwriting, as the post-it on the bottom, asking if you would like to write some lines. You didn’t wait for the ink to dry, rushing out, notebook firmly held by your hand. Ignoring their looks as you stumbled on the room, walking towards the blushing tall guy, he though he had really fucked up. That’s until you kissed him, and he knew that was the only answer he needed back.

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yk what i want? i want to be best fucking friends with a mafia boss. i want platonic forehead kisses and hugs, i want friendly banter, i want them to threaten my ex. i want them to visit me while i’m working at a coffee shop and flirt with the owner. We would attend each other’s Sunday family dinners. i want to go shopping with their spouse, and i want to babysit their kids and teach them memes.

OOF that hurt meee