I Made Your Favorite Dish. I Made You Something Youve Never Tried Before. I Love You. I Spent Twenty

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

The prose in this is just.....beautiful....being swept away in notions of time, regret, reflection.

#3.5 Jin Ponders the Meaning of Time over a Pot of Soup

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

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▶a/n: This little blurb takes place at the end of the last chapter and gives a small insight into the past, though the larger questions of how are they soulmates, how did the guys know still remains a mystery, I've got to work with something hehe.

Jin wakes up at 5 a.m. sharp. Goes to the bathroom, kicks the small velvet green pouffe, it’s his new routine, and gets to work. His neck aches and his vision is still blurry but he’s determined to make it. He wonders if it’s almost like a subconscious apology, then realizes it’s not subconscious at all. It's an apology - clear and simple - extended to your unknowing hands. Why? Because it was his fault

And sure, ask any of them and they will say it’s their fault. That’s how Bangtan did it. "I messed up, I slept in, my voice cracked, I stumbled" - simple lies told over and over again to make the guilty party feel better. But this was different. Jin knew it was his fault. He was the first to speak, to nestle the poison into their heads, snowballing to a decision that would turn eight lives onto completely different paths.

He had been the first to reject you.

He recalls his traitorous cowardly mouth move, forming those sentences one after another - “we’re busy, we have no time”, “this is too weird, forget it”, “this will never work”.

This will never work.

He thinks how he would feel if you said those words to his face.

"It’s too weird, you’re too weird, this will never work."

His heart would break and he’d turn into a bitter old man, stewing in his own regrets.

As he chopped the carrots, he laughed wryly at himself. He feared many things - people looking at him too closely, stalkers, waking Namjoon up, going through Jungkook’s sock drawer but as he got older the fear of age became too real, too vast for him to combat away with a simple joke.

As the eldest, age always hovered above his head like Damocles sword but it hadn’t gripped him into a panic until he realized the simple truth - even Kim Seokjin was steadily growing old. He understood it not in a superficial way like his joints cracked too hard or his back hurt too much or the kids playing on his lawn were too annoying. Especially considering he didn’t have a lawn. It hit him like lightning one fateful morning that instead of someday he wanted it today.

Instead of thinking “well someday I’ll cook breakfast for my spouse”, “someday I’ll go home and play games and then comply when they yell at me to fold the laundry”, “someday I’ll be able to go out and throw out the bins, quietly watch the neighbourhood and laze around knowing that I have someone to love and someone who loves me” instead of it all, he thought “I want to love and be loved today”. And what then followed were two whole weeks of a constant and prolonged panic attack. Because the weight of his rejection now stretching years back came to haunt him with full consequences.

He had no idea who you were, where you lived, what you looked like now. The world was large, he had travelled it twice, and Kim Seokjin had lost you in it. Strange how big of a difference a simple change of time did make.

Tomorrow was always tomorrow - distant, filled with brewing cares and promises, always a future, ready to be moulded to what he needed it to be. Today was stressful. Today was rushing to catch up, gripping what he had so it wouldn’t slip away, decisions made in fraught panic.

So where he had been the first one to reject, he was also the first one to accept you.

And when that time came around again, he moved his mouth not with fear but with determination. He, regrettably, had to momentarily usurp Hobi’s positions and instead of doubt, seed little plants of hope in their brains. And today after today, pushing arrangements, making risky, bold choices that he was known for, there was left only one tomorrow.

“So I guess we’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.”

“I guess so,” you had said, lethargic, but even so it was all that Jin needed. A promise of just one tomorrow.

And after much waiting, after many nights of inconceivable effort just to get here, there came "today". Of course, it wasn’t perfect, no today’s were but it was enough.

So today Jin wakes up at 5 a.m. sharp, goes to the bathroom and kicks the velvet green pouffe and makes the soup that he had been practising for over six months to make it just right. It didn't even have a name, nor a recipe. You were from a different country, different upbringing, he had not yet had the joy to discover what you liked, so he engineered the most international soup he could muster. A little bowl of comfort with an undertone of apology for not knowing better, for not hoping better.

When Namjoon is the last one to stroll in, he says today, tomorrow, what difference did it make? One could become the other if only there was hope.

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title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3

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Last Updated: 25/12/21.

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summary⇢ “taehyung,” you say faintly. despite your volume, the blond man still manages to hear you, tilting his head curiously as you clear your throat and try again. “i think i left my keys at your apartment.” the entire air around him changes, eyes laser-focused on you, jaw visibly ticking under the streetlamps as he breezily answers, “ah, you know what, i think you did.” pairing⇢ taehyung/jungkook/reader  word count⇢ 8.1k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut   warnings⇢ YIKES 😭😭😭ok, here we go!!! sexual content, mmf threesome, dom!tae, switch!guk, unprotected sex, rough sex, cumplay, cum eating, oral (m+f giving/receiving), orgasm denial, forced orgasm, overstimulation, sloppy seconds, creampie, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, hand jobs, masturbation…i hope think that’s everything, this is a mess 

a/n⇢ if you’re looking for any semblance of a plot, you need to take yo ass back to part one because this is pure filth!!! clearly i’ve lost my damn mind sooo… lmao i forgot i have somewhere to be right now immediately  👋🏾🏃🏾‍♀️ have fun

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➾ summary: in this life, you have two goals. 1. get park jimin to notice you. 2. get into Broadway. (not necessarily in that order). you and jimin have been crew members at Disneyland for over a year, but he’s no closer to being your boyfriend than you are to getting into Broadway. when you get promoted from a fur character to a face character, your hopes and dreams of playing Princess Ariel opposite his Prince Eric are this close to coming true. But what happens when you’re tasked to play the Evil Queen instead? 

slice of life au, incredibly cheesy towards the end. basically a lot of fluff with some smut :)

➾ warnings: protected sex, oral (f receiving) this one is pretty mild tbh

➾ a/n: for the purpose of this fic, let’s ignore that Sesame Street and Disney are own by two different companies 🙃 happy 25/26th birthday to one mr park jimin, the only Prince Charming I’ll ever fall for 💓 this is just a warning of the cheesiness to come 🧀

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