Reblog With Your Five Ultimate Biases In The Tags!!!!

reblog with your five ultimate biases in the tags!!!!

Reposting this cuz I need to remember this ✊🏻😌

Jungkook: I don't have a type.

Jimin and Taehyung: *Part of the dance line, genderfluid, excessive amounts of eyeliner and piercings, signature leather jacket, dress like they're punk but listen mostly to Queen and Musical Soundtracks, look way more intimidating than they actually are, brave, not straight, clumsy but think they're smooth, combat boots.*

Jungkook: Okay so I may have a type-

Wishes And Kisses

Summary: Just Bangtan being Bangtan on Hobi’s Birthday.

Pairing: OT7

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 837

Warnings: None

Note: I know I’m a month late, but here it is, at last 😅

It was a years-old tradition at this point, not a surprise anymore. Hoseok was alone in the dance studio, practising for a dance cover. It was early in the evening, and he knew the door would burst open any minute, as the lights go out and the guys bring in a ‘surprise’ birthday cake for him along with the staff, while the cameramen filmed everything for ARMY.

It happened when he sat down to take a break and drink some water. The suddenness of the lights going out did surprise him, but a big smile soon adorned his face, not that anyone could see it. He cackled (which was drowned among all the ruckus) when he saw Seokjin moving towards the opposite side of the room from him, the elder’s face illuminated from the candles on the cake he was holding.

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung’s voices obnoxiously boomed around the studio as they sang the birthday song, and the happy giggles of Jeongguk and Jimin followed.

Seokjin, after hilariously almost bumping into the mirror, called out, “Hob-ah!”

“I’m here hyung!” Hoseok finally allowed himself to laugh loudly. All of them, except Seokjin and Taehyung who were also laughing, started singing again.

Hoseok got up and stood in front of the cake, clasping his hands as he made a wish. The guys and some of the staff cheered as she blew the candles. Despite being used to this, his heart filled with gentle warmth and strong love every year having these special birthday parties of sorts.

“Okay, okay, time for hyung’s grand thank-you speech for ARMY!” Jimin’s voice rang out from the tangle of excited chatter.

Hoseok giggled and approached one of the two cameras filming them.

“ARMY,” He cleared his throat, acting nervous (he had a very obvious smoulder and was clearly trying to make people laugh), “I don’t have a grand speech today. Just remember, I love you. And that there are seven men who always understand, it doesn’t matter if they are in the same city as you or halfway across the world; we’re always here. Thank you for all the love you always give us and for all the wishes earlier in the live. Love you!”

His members cheered as soon as he finished and he exaggeratedly joined in. The cameras soon stopped rolling and the staff flocked around to give him their wishes. He saw his favourite stylist no one, their most serious makeup hyung (who had a rare smile) and their smartest editor noona (Namjoon once drunkenly claimed that she was even smarter than him).

Hoseok was done practising for the day anyway, so he accompanied the rest of the guys to the dorms. They had spent about two hours with all this, and the sun had gone down completely by the time they reached their cars.

Or should I say car? Hoseok was mildly surprised to see one of their old limos sanding at their usual pick-up spot instead of the two cars they had started using. He didn’t question it though. He was pretty tired and having s shoulder to lay down on sounded tempting.

The evening air around them was filled with light chatter as they made their way to the car. Jeongguk let out a big yawn, which prompted Hoseok to do so too.

Once inside, he found himself between Taehyung and Namjoon. He wasted no time in throwing his legs on his same-aged bandmate and laid down on Taehyung. This was way different from his head-on-shoulder plan, but no one was complaining and this was comfier too. The others all chuckled at him as he settled in his new bed.

Taehyung leaned down to press a light kiss on Hoseok’s forehead, who responded by closing his eyes and pouting back at him. The other chuckled again after seeing this, and Taehyung complied with his wishes and kissed him. It was a lazy kiss, and neither of them was used to kissing upside down, but it was exactly what they needed after a long day of practising and recording.

Hoseok felt Namjoon’s hands creep up his legs and settle on his thighs, rubbing comforting circles there. He sighed in content against Taehyung’s lips. The younger leaned back up soon after, and Hoseok looked up at him, panting lightly.

He turned his head towards the others and saw Seokjin and Jeongguk looking at them fondly. Jimin was quietly talking to Yoongi and had his head on the latter’s shoulder, settling in to take a nap.

Hoseok smiled at their eldest and youngest and got one in return. It didn’t take long for Hoseok (and Jimin) to fall asleep after that.

(Namjoon assigned the task of getting the roommates to their room to Seokjin and Jeongguk. After receiving protests from them, he smugly told them that he, Yoongi, and Taehyung had already bore their weight.

Seokjin grumbled and but complied, and Jeongguk took a little more persuasion.

At the end of it, the maknae regretted not sleeping in the car.)

I’d like to add this ✊🏻❤️

Home | M.Y.G.

Summary: Yoongi comes home to some very clumsy boys and chaos ensue. Who’s surprised?

Pairing: None

Genre: Fluff, Attempt at Humour, Yoongi-centric

Word Count: 650

Warnings: None

Note: I’m fairly new to writing, and even newer to crack, so please treat me kindly. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Lastly, enjoy!

The ride from the airport to the dorms was long. At least the car was ventilated and cool. And the ride was overall comfy, so Yoongi couldn’t really complain. In fact, the seats were so comfortable, that he found himself almost nodding off to the soothing music flowing through the stereo.

He was tired and had been up and working for the better part of the night before, but he kept himself awake by repeatedly telling his brain that his very tempting bed was waiting for him at home and that he’ll be there soon to embrace it.

He knows the guys will welcome him (the welcome ceremony had been reduced to just “hi”s and “hello”s and hugs and ordering their favourite takeout) and he’ll hug them too, retreat to his bedroom without another word, and no one will even bat an eyelash.

He didn’t have to wait for long before the driver announced that they were at their destination. He was away for a week, so he only had a fairly large duffel bag with him, and he wasted no time getting off with it, though not before silently thanking the driver.

Only a minute later, he was standing alone in the very empty hall, wondering why the heck was no one there. The guys were home, judging from the excessive noise, but it was rare that not even one of them wasn’t sprawled across the couch watching TV.

“Uh, guys?” He loudly called out. Within moments, there was loud chaos and joyous shouts of “Yoongi Hyung’s back!” and “I call dibs on the first hug!”, the last one being surprisingly from Hoseok.

The younger, as hyperactive as he was as J-Hope, was a lot calmer at home, so it was pretty clear that he had had a lot of sugar. Or as Yoongi liked to put simply, Hoseok plus Sugar is equal to J-Hope.

As the younger bounded towards him in full speed, followed by the forever hyper maknaes, his eyes widened. Even Seokjin was pretty excited. The only one who seemed calm was Namjoon. But it’s not like Yoongi had any time to notice this before the youngers practically threw themselves on him, showering him with violent affection.

Seokjin joined the mix along with Namjoon, and soon they were a loud tangle of limbs and heads.

Everything after that happened very suddenly. Someone hit Jimin’s nose, who jerked suddenly and ended up hitting Jeongguk’s elbow, which pushed him off balance, so he grabbed Taehyung’s hair in panic and stepped back on Yoongi’s bag. Because of that, he ended up tripping, taking Taehyung with him, whose hair was still in his clutches.

But between those two was Seokjin, who also fell because of Taehyung’s push from behind. Both Jimin and Yoongi jumped in surprise at this and the older man stepped on Namjoon’s foot accidentally.

The suddenness of the fall and the pain in his foot resulted in him clutching his foot and flailing and arm around while going in circles. He looked like a bird who only had a wing and a claw, or alternatively a fish out of water dancing on its tail (poor things).

He smacked Jimin on his nose (again) and hit Yoongi in his stomach with his arm. Both of them doubled over in pain. He then tripped and very gracefully collided with the shoe rack.

Everyone was sporting a paint expression by the end of the whole ordeal. Well, everyone except one.

Hoseok had somehow escaped from their chain of unfortunate events and was towering them. He had a half-amused, half horrified look on his face. “Wow.” They all looked up at him. “Kinda glad I wormed my way out of that.” He picked up a stray shoe that had ended up near his feet and kept it back in the rack.

“Looks like I’m finally home.” Yoongi sighed woefully

Happy Birthday Suga!

I’m not particularly good with words (which is ironic considering my future goal is to be an author), but I’d just like to say, Thank You. Thank you for being Yoongi, your passion and perseverance is admirable. Thank you for being Suga, your work and words comfort us. Thank you for being Agust D, your courage and persona is inspiring. Thank you for being you, because you make us happy, confident, and the best versions of ourselves.

This birthday symbolises another year that we got to experience your great personality, see your amazing work, and hear your kind words. All of us will forever be thankful for you.

Stay happy and healthy!

Happy birthday!