Okay.. So, Typically I Don't Like Insert Fics (y/n Fics) Because I Feel Like They Have To Be Vague To

Okay.. so, typically I don't like insert fics (y/n fics) because I feel like they have to be vague to accomodate everyone (I'd rather read abt ships or fics with a thought out oc) but your writing is just so good! I'm so impressed tbh. Your characterization of the members and "y/n" is perfect! I cant wait to read more of your writing :) sorry if this message comes off as weird and creepy

Omg! That’s not creepy. You’re not creepy. You and your comments will never be creepy! I don’t see how any of this could possibly be creepy. You did well. I’m so excited for your compliment! Thank you!! 😭

I understand what you mean about insert fics. And tbh, when I read them, I literally sound out “y-n” and forget it’s supposed to be me or whatever. But with as much time I spend on plot and characters, I don’t think up good names or specific looks. Every character looks like a blur except for the members. And if I choose a specific look or name I feel like it limits the imagination for a fanfiction. But yeah, I totally get it and I applaud and appreciate the writers who can do that.

Anyway, I’m so appreciative of your comment! Thank you!!😙

I love your writing!! Don't be so hard on yourself ♡

:) You’re very very sweet. Thank you. I enjoy writing and I’m happy with the things I actually wrote. I just wished I worked harder so I can deliver to you what I intended and you could enjoy even more.

Everything is queued up and ready to go for you because I’m going to be out of town all week. Idk if I’ll get a chance to come on Tumblr until then.

I hope you like them!

6 Hours 'Til Christmas | Yoongi

Summary line: Christmas prompt #18 - Character A and Character B have to save Christmas.

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Yoongi rolls over in his bed and groans as his phone rings for the fifth time in a row.

Whoever is calling me before I’m ready to be up is dead to me now. He opens his eyes in a glare at his phone ringing and vibrating. Without looking at the contact person, he slams his hand down on his phone to grab it and swipe the call to take it.

“What?!” He growls. He hears your voice squeak and his expression turns soft, but his voice is still a little rough, “Y/N? Why are you calling me at,” He looks at the time and sheepishly continues, “…4pm?”

“I’m sorry. But you’re the closest person I know who has a big enough car…” You start. He sighs. Sounds like an errand.

“What do you want?” He asks straightforwardly.

“Um…my family is surprising me by flying in to spend the holidays. B-but, you know, I didn’t really expect them, so I didn’t feel the need to dress my home in Christmas spirit. I don’t want to ruin their Christmas…so…”

“You need a Christmas tree, decorations, and stockings, am I right? Do you have Christmas lights?” He asks as he sits up. He rubs his face when you answer no.

“What time do they come in?”

“They’ll be here in 6 hours.” His eyes widen and he groans. He lies back on his bed.

“Y/N, I’ll be at your house in 20 minutes. At 20 minutes sharp, I want you outside with a thermos of coffee, black and 2 sugars. Okay? Start looking up where you’re going to get your stockings, decorations, and lights.” He can practically hear you nodding before you remember he can’t see you. You mumble your agreement and he ends the call. He sighs and gets up.

As he promised, he shows up at your home in 20 minutes. At the same time, he sees you coming out from the stairs to your apartment with a thermos in hand.

When you get inside his truck, he reaches for the thermos before you can close the door and he takes a long sip of the coffee.

“Okay,” He pants as he tips the thermos back and closes it. He puts it in the cup holder and drives off.

“We’re going to get the tree first. It’s two days before Christmas so I’m pretty sure your choices are more limited than limited. Where are we getting the stuff? And you already got your family presents, right?” He asks as he turns the corner onto the main road.

“Yeah. We can get the stuff at the discount retailer nearby. We can get them on our way home after we get the tree.” You say as you double check on the store’s website for their stock count, “And I bought my family presents a long time ago. I shipped it to them, but they’re bringing it over so we can all open our presents together.”

He says nothing. You put your hands in your lap and you lower your head, “Thanks for helping me.”

Yoongi just grunts and he takes another sip of the coffee.

You two arrive at a plain field where a fence surrounds five Christmas trees that have already been pre-cut. You two get out and he follows you inside the boundaries to take a look at the trees.

“Um.” You study the different trees. They’re similar in heights; not too tall, but not short either. At least they will surpass you two and your family’s heights. You feel lucky enough that these are your choices. You eliminate the shortest one, the thinnest one, and the one where the top is starting to look bare.

“Of these two, which one do you think is good?” You ask Yoongi. He was looking elsewhere, but he turns to the trees now with a bored look. He gestures to one of them, “That one.”

“Why?” You ask. You were leaning towards that tree too, but you wanted a second opinion.

“Do you want to discuss why and give yourself second thoughts, or do you want to get it home before you family shows up?” You purse your lips together and nod. You two go find the man in charge to take it home.

After you two bundled the tree with the help of the business man, you two make your way to the store to get the stockings, lights, and tree decorations.

“I’ll get the lights and the stockings. You go choose your decorations.” Yoongi splits off without another word.

“Try to get purple or white lights if you can!” You shout to him as he’s quickly making his way down the lanes.

“Beggars can’t be choosers!” He shouts back.

Nevertheless, he makes his way to the lane with all the lights, scanning for purple or white. There’s green and blue. But no purple or white.

He frowns and makes his way out of the lane to see a store helper walking by.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry. Do you have any more lights in the back, purple or white?” He gives a sweet and polite smile at the girl.

“Oh.” She pauses just to stare at him, “I’m sorry, I think this is all we have.”

“Can you please check? I’m trying to save Christmas for my girlfriend here.” He spins the story, with a little white lie. You’re the girl, but he’s just the friend.

Her expression changes when she thinks he’s taken, “O-oh. Okay. I’ll be right back.” She makes her way to the back. He checks the other two lanes for stockings and chooses a couple of red, green, and white ones. They’re plain, but it’ll have to do. He stays in front of the staff only doors to wait for the girl.

She comes back out with three boxes in her arms.

“These are all I can find. These two are 50 bulbs of purple, and this is 100 bulbs of white.” He takes them from her arms.

“Thank you so much. Merry Christmas.” He darts off to the decorations lane and she watches him go as she muses to herself, “Lucky girl.”

He skims through the lanes and finally finds you with four ornament sets, two sets of purple orbs and two sets of cute ornaments of different shapes and figures, and silver tinsel.

“You’re lucky. These are the last on the shelf.” He raises up the boxes of lights in his hand as evidence. You grunt your thank you as you reach up the shelves.

You’re just about to grab the star at the top shelf, but he comes over and grabs one for you.

“Not that one. The one on the right.” He glares at you. You look at him with an apologetic look and he sighs. He puts the star down and grabs the one you want.

“Ready?” He asks. You look at him and nod. You two go to the check out.

You have two hours before you go pick your parents up at the airport. You search up their flight number to keep track of when they land as Yoongi sits your Christmas tree on the most spacious corner of your house and plants it in the Christmas tree stand.

Yoongi takes out all the decorations and lights from the boxes as you take them from him and start decorating. You two work together to make the best Christmas tree you possibly can. There are not enough lights, but you two tried to spread it out as much as you can, but close enough so that the gaps don’t feel so empty.

Since you bought so many ornaments, you don’t want to overdo your Christmas tree so you choose some to hang around your house. You hand over the leftover ones to Yoongi for him to put up around your house. You grab some arts and crafts glitter glue to write your family members’ names on the stockings.

As you write, Yoongi completes his task and takes your computer to check the time.

“You have 45 minutes left before we leave. Anything else?”

“Uh,” You start without looking up from your work, “Can you check if I have any easy bake cookie dough or something? I should have some cookie cutters on my third drawer at the end. And some hot chocolate, I’m pretty sure I have some.”

He hums and searches up Spotify and finds a playlist for you to put on some Christmas music. You look up at smile at him and he returns a smile to you for the first time today. He goes to the kitchen to look at your holiday food inventory.

“You have one box of cookie dough and not enough hot chocolate to serve your whole family for…how long are they staying?” He asks.

“5 days. I thought I had more hot chocolate.” You say as you complete 2 out 3 stockings. You paste some decorative things on your stockings as well.

“You probably drink it all.” He says as he comes back from the kitchen.

“Probably.” You blush.

“Well, we still have a little time to make it to the store. We’ll pick up some food and get your family. You’re going to have to make it after you come home.”

You sigh and get up, stick a star on the last stocking. You hang up all three on a blank wall.

“Okay. Let’s go.” You grab your coat and leave with him. The Christmas music is still playing.

After grabbing some snickerdoodles, both store-bought and premade dough, hot chocolate, candy canes and mint chocolates for the stockings, and double-stocked on hot chocolate, you two finally make way to the airport.

Yoongi makes a couple of rounds around the airport while you go in to meet up with your family.

Yoongi gets a call from you to notify him that you finally got a hold of your parents and you’re making your way out.

“Here we go.” He mumbles to himself as he makes a slow crawl down the road to find you and slide in against the sidewalk closest to you and your family. He’s never met your family, so it’ll be the first time.

He sees you flagging him down with your parents and your brother behind you with their luggage.

He parks the car on the side to come out and open the truck’s rear end. He overhears your conversation with your parents.

“He’s Yoongi, my friend. He’s the closest friend I know who owns a car big enough to hold a – uh, your luggage.” You explain to your family as you help your mom roll her luggage over to Yoongi who smiles and greets everyone as he takes the luggage to put it in.

“Hello Yoongi, I’m Y/N’s father, Y/F/N.” Your father extends his hand out to shake Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi returns the greeting and meets with your father’s firm handshake with just as much firmness.

“Y/M/N.” Your mother introduces herself.

“Please to meet you.” Yoongi shakes her hand as well.

“I’m Jimin, her little brother.” Jimin lifts his hand in a short wave.

“Alright. We’re ready to go.” You clasp your hands together. Your father watches you as you slide into the passenger’s seat as naturally as you do.

At your home, rather than shooing Yoongi away, you invite him to stay for a while. It’s the least you can do as far as tonight goes after all that he’s done for you today. While your family embraces the warmth of your home, Yoongi stays in the kitchen to prepare the tray of cookies.

“Y/N, what does Yoongi do for a living?” Your father asks you out of nowhere. You pause your arm stretch for your cup of hot chocolate.

“He does music. Why?” You ask.

“That’s his major?” He interrogates further. You hear a little hostility in his voice.

“N-no. He dropped out of college after his first year. He’s been supporting himself through his music. He’s quite popular in the underground hip hop community.”

“Underground hip hop?” Jimin pipes up, “That’s cool.” Your father gives Jimin a disapproving look for interrupting before turning back to you.

“I don’t know if I like the idea of my daughter dating some guy who’s unstable with his career, and in underground hip hop of all.”

“Wait a second, dad. What’s wrong with hip hop? And when did I ever say he’s unstable? He’s been doing this for years and he’s making a good name for himself right now. I mean, you’ve seen his truck. He bought that on his own.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have the education that will be his back up if he fails. Music careers aren’t known to support anyone other than the musician himself.”

“He’s not going to fail, dad. And he’s a very responsible person.” You said definitively.

“Hey, Y/N,” You all turn to see Yoongi at the entry way between your living room and the kitchen, “I’ve put the cookies in the oven already. I set the egg timer for you. I’m gonna go now. It’s been a long day. Merry Christmas, everyone. Please, enjoy your night.” He quickly makes a break for his shoes at your home’s entry way and leaves.

“Nice going, dad. He probably heard you. You know, since you three decided to surprise me with your visit, I actually didn’t have my home decorated at all. Not even a candy cane in the house. I told him six hours before your arrival that I wanted to decorate my home because I know how much you guys like the holiday spirit. He drove me everywhere to find the right tree, the lights, stockings, cookies, hot chocolate, and to pick you up. And you know what? He bought the tree, as a Christmas gift for all of us. He doesn’t have his own family to spend Christmas with. His parents kicked him out when they heard he wanted to pursue his passion in music as a career, kind of like what you’re doing right now.” You get up and go after Yoongi, leaving your family inside.

You run down the stairs to see Yoongi’s car already started. You quickly open the passenger’s side and hop in.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry for my family. My dad doesn’t mean to judge so quickly. He normally doesn’t, not even with my previous boyfriends. He’s a lot more open-minded than you think. Just give him a chance.”

“Why?” He stuns you with his question.

“W-what do you mean ‘why?’” You ask.

“Why are you so afraid that we don’t like each other?” Yoongi turns to you. He doesn’t smile or anything, but his eyes show amusement.

“Well, you’re my friend. And he’s my dad. I’d hate for two important people in my life to not like each other.” You explain.

“I don’t think that’s all of it, Y/N.” He turns off his car, “You know, I heard every word upstairs. One thing stuck out to me though.” You hold your breath when he leans closer to you.

“You never denied that we’re dating. And did you just try to comfort me through examples of your dad liking your previous boyfriends?” You blink at him and bite your lip, unsure of what you can say.

He looks down at your lips and smirks. He raises his hand up to your cheek and extends his thumb to stroke your lips.

“I believe you about your dad. I know myself. I’m pretty sure he’ll warm up to me. Like his good little daughter did.” He leans closer.

“I believe in you, Yoongi.” You whisper as he closes in.

“I know. Thank you.” Yoongi’s lips finally meet yours and you sigh into the kiss. He brings his hand to the back of your head to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

You two hear a knock on Yoongi’s side window. You two break the kiss to see your dad. You bite your lips again and blush furiously as Yoongi lowers the window.

“Hello, sir.” Your father looks back and forth between you two.

“Kids,” he mumbles to himself before he looks at Yoongi, “I apologize for my behavior earlier. I just never heard about you, or met you no less, so I asked the basics without getting to know you. Thank you for helping my daughter get ready for Christmas in her home. Would you like to come back up for some of those cookies you baked?”

Yoongi turns back to you and you smile at him with a look that says, told you.

“I’d be honored, sir.” Yoongi nods.

“There’s not much honor, boy.” Your father laughs, “You baked them. We are more honored than you are for coming into a home of warmth.”

Your father starts walking away before turning back, “I expect my daughter to come up really soon. So quit making out for now.”

You groan in embarrassment when your dad goes back up to your home and Yoongi laughs for the first time tonight and pats you on the back.

“I like your dad.”

“I’m sure. My exes tend to like him. He’s a lot cooler when you get to know him more. Soon, you’re going to like him more than you like me.” You groan and drop your head.

He lifts your head back up to kiss you, “That’s very unlikely. I’m not gonna kiss him.”

I imagine Namjoon is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite part of Christmas is going Christmas shopping with you and then parting ways to search for the best present for each other

Expect the Unexpected | Taehyung

Summary line: Christmas Prompt #11: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”.

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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You sigh into Taehyung’s arms as one of his arms is wrapped around your waist and the other is playing with your fingers.

It’s been so long since you two have been able to relax like this, not when he has so much stuff going on at the end of the year. Between award ceremonies, fan meetings, and Vlive shows, you two rarely get a full hour of conversation through a phone call. But you know what the negatives of dating an celebrity, much less an idol, are. You’re a smart girl, obviously or else Taehyung wouldn’t be dating you, and you’re willing to go through every obstacle as long as it means that you can be the one Taehyung loves most. It’s his first day on break and he chooses it to spend it with you before his trip back to Daegu. That tells you enough of where his priorities are with you.

“Look at this.” You whip out your phone and scroll through your camera roll. You find the video you’re looking for and press play. You two adjust yourselves until you’re tucking your head under his chin and he holds you tight.

It’s a video focusing on your little sister, about 4 years old. She’s sitting on the couch next to you playing with different effects on the camera.

“Hey, Y/S/N. You like BTS, right?” You ask. Your little sister nods her head.

You can feel Taehyung’s face moving to break out his rectangular grin.

“Who do you like best?” Your little sister comes in close and cups her hands around her mouth to make tunnel to your ear like she’s going to tell you a secret, but her hand tunnel is still filled with gaps. You bring the camera close to her and her hand tunnel to record her not-so-quiet answer, “Taehyung-oppa.” You pull your head away because she’s a lot louder than you expected. Her every action suggested a secret, and yet…

“You like Taehyung-oppa? Yeah, I like Taehyung-oppa too. Looks our taste in men runs in the family.” You look pointedly at the camera with a mischievous smile.

You hear Taehyung puff out a laugh and he squeezes your waist for a moment.

“Y/N, I-I like Taehyung-oppa so much!” This video starts out cute gets cuter by the minute because your sister is starting to get so excited, she looks and sounds like she’s going to cry. She takes your head into her pudgy little hands.

“What do you like about Taehyung-oppa?” you ask with squished cheeks as she’s literally grabbing for your attention.

“H-he’s cool,” her lips are quivering (by now, Taehyung is vibrating against you because he’s trying to hold back his chuckles), “He’s good looking, and he sings good.”

You laugh and shake your head, “He sings well.”

“Taehyung-oppa sings good!” Your sister whines and takes her hands off your face, looking like she wants to cry.

“Okay, okay. Taehyung-oppa sings ‘good.’” You nod in agreement. But you look back to the camera and mouths, “Taehyung-oppa sings well.“

“What else do you like about Taehyung-oppa? Is that it?” You further your interview.

“He’s happy.”

“You like Taehyung-oppa because he’s happy?”

“Yeah!” She shouts enthusiastically like she just agreed to a summer vacation to Disneyland.

“Ah, I wonder what you will do if you ever get to meet Taehyung.” You wonder out loud. Your sister is stunned by your question and immediately starts bawling like any common fangirl would. You start freaking out and end the video.

The moment the video ends, Taehyung starts barking in laughter, “She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Is she always like this?”

“Almost. There was a short while where she really liked Hoseok. She made a song singing, ‘Hobi, Hobi, Hobi. He’s my Hobi. Hobi-oppaaaaa, I love you.’” You wave your arm in the air like you’re conducting the song.

He snorts, “But she’s back to me now, right?”

“Yeah, I took this three days ago. And now she sings, ‘Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. He’s my Taehyung. Taehyung-oppaaaaa, I love you.’”

“Mm, smart girl; and quite talented. The lyrics are really meaningful and the melody is on point. There are quality women in your family.” Taehyung uses his finger to tip your chin to look at you and gives you a kiss.

“I don’t know,” You say after you break it off, “You think she’s cute and talented in music. What if she becomes my competition? I don’t know if I can win against her four-year-old charm.”

“You know what? You’re right. She’s too cute. She looks a lot like you, so she’s pretty close to my ideal type. But I mean, she cries out of enthusiasm for me. I don’t think you do. One point to her. You should really work harder if you want to get ahead of the competition.” He taunts.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m ahead of the game.” Your confidence rises back as you snake your hand up his chest and around his neck. You use the rest of the day to convince him that you are, in fact, ahead of every competition you could possibly have.

The next day, he’s back at Daegu visiting his family. You text him.

You: Hey, Tae?

Taehyung: Yeah?

You:…so about my sister? Taehyung chuckles as he reads your text.

Taehyung: I promise I’ll always love you more, okay?

You: ☺. I know. But that’s not what I’m getting to…I was asking her what she wants for Christmas. You know what she replied? Taehyung is already smiling at the memory of your sister’s video.

Taehyung: No. Tell me. You send him a video.

It’s a video focused on your sister again. She’s already crying in the video. Her face is all red. Her mouth is unattractively open.

“Okay, Y/S/N. Tell your sister again, what do you want for Christmas?” You fail at stifling your laughter.

“T-tae-hy-hy-ung o-o-o-ahhh-ahhh-ahhhhhh.” The fact that she can’t even finish the word “oppa” is making Taehyung crack up so hard at how cute she is. In the video, you are also laughing so hard, the camera is losing its upright angle on your sister.

“Aww. Okay, listen up, baby, if you can stop crying and tell Taehyung-oppa through the camera how you feel about him, I will find some way for him to see this, okay?” Your sister hiccups and wipes her tears and snot furiously. Taehyung feels a strange sense of pride to see your sister’s determination is so strong, like yours.

“T-Taehyung,” Your sister is trying so hard to breathe normally again and you are rubbing her back to soothe her, “-o-oppa. My name is Y/S/N and I really love you. And I want to marry you. But I’m four. So, I won’t marry you. I-I can’t marry you. I’m sorry. B-but I love you so much, okay? Okay?!” her hyperventilating breaths are getting worse again but she’s still not crying.

“Shh…” You soothe your sister’s breathing, “You are so brave, Y/S/N. I’m very proud of you. I’m sure Taehyung would be very happy with you too.” The video ends.

Taehyung immediately saves the video, and then texts you: She’s so damn cute! And she did a very good job! Very strong girl. Taehyung praises her like a dad who just saw his little girl’s ballerina recital.

You: Right?! But, I mean, it got me thinking…how would you feel if she can actually meet you?

Taehyung pauses for a moment and smiles at your question.

It’s no secret to him or anyone who knows you that you have the softest spot in your heart for your sister, it’s even softer than his spot in your heart. His spot in your heart is a lot tougher and resilient; strong and plated with gold. Your sister’s spot is made up of clouds, marshmallows, cotton candy, down comforters, and plush pillows. Anyone can drop out of the sky and survive if they land on your soft spot for your sister. It’s one of the things he loves about you.

Taehyung asks so gently, you can practically hear his tone through his text: Would you like that? Do you want to introduce your sister to me?

You: I don’t know. I don’t really want her to start crying and make a scene if that ever happens.

You two haven’t made your relationship public in any way, shape, or form. The only ones who know are the boys and Bang PD. Every relationship secret in Big Hit is kept on the hush-hush between the person who has the secret and Bang PD, but because the boys are closer than anyone they’ve got and they perfectly understand what it means to be an idol, Bang PD is okay for them to know within their own circle. When you first met Bang PD and he strictly addressed the issue with you, it was scarier than any college entrance exam or the times you’ve disappointed your parents when you were young. Bang PD is actually pretty cool – since you’ve started dating, the three of you have actually shared a meal or two – but that first meeting still gives you nightmares.

Taehyung tells you: You know, if I’m going to meet your sister, Bang PD has to know about it first.

You sigh. Getting through that hurdle is probably the toughest thing.

Taehyung: But…if you know, we were just in the same place at the same time…I mean, who knows. Fate is a very interesting concept. ;)

You smile and reply: I really wouldn’t want to ignore Bang PD’s rules.

Taehyung: Okay, you leave Bang PD to me. Okay, babe? I’ve got you.

You: You’re the sweetest!

Taehyung used more breaths in his conversation with Bang PD to convince him to let your sister see you more than attempting to rap to all four cyphers in one shot.

Bang PD and Taehyung set up a video call with you to give you some rules and guidelines. He’s not nearly as scary to you now, but you do your very best impression to show him that you understand the serious consequences should anything go wrong.

Taehyung texts you on the 23rd, dropping hints of the time and location he’s going to be on Christmas Eve day, because Christmas day is still reserved for the boys and his family. Christmas Eve afternoon is all he can afford to push for you, but it’s all you need.

There’s a little toy store that’s slowly going out of business that Taehyung’s friend whose a kindergarten teacher told him about. Since it’s going out of business, very few people go there. He hints that he wants to go after lunch to find a stuffed toy for Soonshim to chew on.

You’re swinging your sister’s hand in yours as you two eat ice cream as you two walk down the street. It’s ice cream in the winter, but what your sister wants, she gets, for today. You recognize the store that Taehyung sent you a picture of.

“Let’s go inside to see if there’s anything cool in there.” You nudge your sister. You open the door and let your sister in and you follow her in.

The bell dings to notify the store owner someone has entered her shop.

“Hello, welcome!” She bows at you two and you two bow back. You look around to see not much left in the toy store. Your sister seem impressed still; she’s an optimistic little girl who finds treasure everywhere. She digs through the boxes of toys that the store owner has already packed up with a heavy heart. Everything in this store is dirt-cheap, and your heart goes out to the young store owner lady.

The bell dings at the front door to notify everyone in the store that another person has entered. You stiffen.

This is it.

“Excuse me,” A familiar deep voice comes up behind you and brushes past both you and your sister, as if he’s going to a different box. He naturally crouches down to a box filled with stuffed animals.

You put your hands on your sister’s shoulder and turns her around slowly, as if trying to catch her attention elsewhere, “Look, Y/S/N. Do you like this?”

But once a fangirl, always a fangirl.

He’s tanner than most people in Korea. He iconically wears dark and baggy clothes. His sunglasses and black and white bear mask are the marks of an idol. You and your sister can spot out his large hands even in the dark.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Your sister is furiously tugging onto your clothes as if she doesn’t already have your attention.

Taehyung slowly turns his head to look at you and your sister and tilts his head.

Your sister rushes up to Taehyung, and you chase after her.

Like you, she’s determined and knows what she wants.

Unlike you though, she’s younger and lacks a lot of discretion. You’re so lucky you’re alone.

She pulls down Taehyung’s mask in surprise to the both of you, you cover your mouth to stop laughing.

“You’re Taehyung-oppa.”

“I am, little girl. What’s your name?” Your sister looks to you and momentarily forgets her name.

“Sissy,” she starts quivering, “What’s my name?” You throw your head back in laughter and Taehyung tries to hide his own chuckle from your sister.

“Her name is Y/S/N, and she’s one of your biggest fans.”

“Is that right? I have a lot of fans. Are you sure you’re the biggest one? You’re tinier than Jimin.” He teases her. She loses all self-control and grabs Taehyung’s cheeks like she did yours, “I love you, Taehyung-oppa.”

He laughs and pats her on the head, “I love direct girls who tell me how they feel about me.”

Your sister looks to you and remembers her video, “Sissy, show him the video! Show him the video!” You grin and take out your phone to show Taehyung the video you’ve shown him a while ago about her serious love confession. As Taehyung is a superb actor, and an even better kid-person, he shows his adoration and happiness at the video as if it is his first time he’s seen it. But even if he didn’t act like it, the enthusiasm is still there. The video is too cute to get old.

“So, uh, what are you doing in a toy store?” You ask. He randomly fishes out a stuffed animal as an example, “Finding a stuffed animal for Soonshim for Christmas.”

He turns to your sister, “Do you know who Soonshim is? She’s my family dog.” She nods vigorously.

“Would you like to help me choose a toy for her?” Her eyes are almost ready to pop out because of her excitement, and she starts to dig through the box with Taehyung. He matches her enthusiasm and you resist taking a photo or a video; it’s a rule from Bang PD that there should be absolutely no physical evidence recorded that the three of you met in public.

Taehyung invites you to join them, and the three of you surround the circle in a triangle. Because you two have longer legs, your knees touch and you can’t help but exchange secret smiles.

The three of you finally choose one.

“Which one is your favorite?” Taehyung asks your sister. She contemplates and chooses the one in your hand.

“Would you like me to buy it for you? Consider it a Christmas present. But only if you promise, that you never tell anyone, and I mean anyone, that I bought it for you. Okay?” Taehyung holds up a pinkie for your sister to pinkie-swear. You’ve never seen him pinkie-swear before it’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

But surprisingly she shakes her head, “I want Soonshim to have it.” Taehyung smiles at how precious she is and pulls your sister for a hug. Her mouth hangs open and she looks at you. She bounces in Taehyung’s hug, “Sissy! Sissy!”

You giggle and nod along to her bounces.

“Would you still like a toy, though, Y/S/N?” Taehyung pulls away and asks her. She takes the toy and rubs it all over him and then pulls it into her arms to hug it tight, “This one.”

You cover your mouth in laughter for what she did to him with the toy.

Taehyung laughs and takes the toys from her and you. He goes to the counter and pays for it. Your sister comes over to bury herself into you, “I met Taehyung-oppa!”

“I know.” You rub her back and look at the man giving you a smile. You mouth, Thank you.

Rather than your welcome, he mouths to you, I love you.

That’s even better.

Santa's Present | Jungkook

Summary line: Christmas prompt #17: Character A has to dress up as Santa for Christmas

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Man, this suit is about as itchy as having fleas. Jungkook resists the urge to scratch his neck. The over-washed collar on this Santa suit is no longer the soft fake fur as it originally has been. This is what you get when you sign up to be a mall Santa for extra money. Jungkook thinks about he’s going to get revenge on his friend and vet, Seokjin, who was the one who suggested the short term job.

He’s not sure what’s worse though: wearing this suit for nothing, or the fact that he’s bored to death. He’s been sitting on Santa’s throne for almost his whole shift already, and only two kids came to visit him. It’s like children no longer enjoy the childish myth that makes children starry-eyed every winter. It makes Jungkook feel bad that children no longer anticipate sounds coming down from their chimney every Christmas Eve. No one leaves any milk and cookies by the Christmas tree or fireplace. If Santa is real, he’d be so disappointed.

As he mulls over Santa’s existence, you’re watching the area from the second floor, sipping on your coffee. You’ve been leaning on the railing for quite some time now; watching Santa twiddling his thumbs for a while, and the elf standing by the cashier texting away on his phone. You feel bad that you haven’t seen any kid come around to even look at the bearded man in a white suit sitting on a red and gold plush chair.

The Christmas tree behind him is stacked up higher than the second floor, decked out in white lights and red and gold ornaments. Christmas lights are hanging from the ceiling in rows. Wreaths hang on every column. Everything is so festive and everyone is bustling to get their last minute Christmas gift shopping. Christmas music is playing through the whole mall. A waft of sweet peppermint floats in the air, but that could be your peppermint mocha.

The Christmas spirit feels like it’s everywhere in this mall except for Santa’s little area. You pout as you lower your head to rest on your arm that’s resting on the railing. You think that Santa and that elf are the only ones in this mall who doesn’t seem like they have the Christmas spirit.

Hey, you can take a picture with Santa! Make an old man happy, Y/N! …I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud… You straighten up and make your choice.

You make the slow descend down to the escalator. The elf straightens up at your presence, “Hi, would you like to visit Santa?” Santa looks up and you can tell there’s a young face behind that white beard and round glasses.

“Uh, y-yeah.” You don’t know why you feel hesitant now for seeing Santa. It’s not like it’s a bad idea still. The guy could still use some holiday spirit.

“Great, come on in. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” as you step past the gate.

“Alright Y/N. You can go over to Santa and I’ll get the camera ready.” The elf smiles at you and gestures the red carpet for you.

You smile back and make your way to Santa.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” Santa exclaims and a grin surfaces on his face.

“Hi Santa.” You give a little wave.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Y/N…Um,” Santa drops his cheery voice for a second and leans in to you, “This might sound a bit inappropriate given our age, but it’s a part of my job. I’m not trying to be creepy.”

He clears his throat and leans back and starts with his cheery voice again, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yes, Santa. I’ve been a good girl.”

“I knew it. Who else would visit Santa while everyone else is so busy?” He snaps his fingers. You smile, “I could just be someone who’s not as busy. As you can see, I’ve finished my shopping.”

“That’s true. But I’m certain your name is on my nice list anyhow.” He whips out a paper styled like parchment scroll. You glance over to see three names on it. This is simply a headcount of how many people has visited him.

“Yup. Y/N. There you are! One of the top three.” He taps your name on his “Nice list”. You giggle.

He gestures you to sit on his arm rest when he sees the elf loading up the Polaroid.

“So, what would you like for Christmas, Y/N?” He asks.

“Mm…a dog. I moved out of my family’s house in September, so I would like a companion at home.” You say when you sit by his side. You see Santa shift in his seat, “Oh yeah? What kind of dog?”

“Well, I know I can’t have a wolf, since they’re not really meant to be house pets, so the next best thing would be a husky, I guess.” Santa laughs.

“Yeah, wolves aren’t always tame, depends on the wolf you stumble upon, but for sure they can make wonderful companions. I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve met a couple of wolves once when I was out delivering presents. If you want a wolf to come close, sit down on the ground, and hold your palms out in front of you. Be very calm and you need to make him feel that you mean no harm.” He stretches out his arms as an example. You raise your eyebrows, “Really? Is that how you were able to make it out alive?”

“Oh yeah. There were six of them. All nice male wolves. They go on my nice list too.” You laugh at his little joke. He gestures at the camera and you lean closer to Santa and smile.

Click!

Santa turns to the other side of his chair and drags out a large red bag that supposedly keeps of all Santa’s gifts.

“Well, Y/N,” Santa fishes through his bag before he takes out a little stuffed husky for you, “If there’s one thing I can do tonight, it’s to grant your wish.”

“I’m a lucky girl.” You smile and take the stuffed animal, “Thank you, Santa.”

“Have a wonderful Christmas, Y/N.” Santa looks up at you and smiles so wide, you can see bright white teeth behind his beard.

“Thank you, Santa. You too.” You smile as the elf comes over to hand you your polaroid.

You look at the stuffed husky and smile. Of all the stuffed dogs he could have in his bag.

Not long after you left, the alarm clock on the elf’s desk rang to signal that their shift is over. A new Santa is already in the bathroom, waiting for Jungkook to go in and make the switch with him. Jungkook bolts to get rid of the suit, beard, and glasses. He comes out of the bathroom a new man and begins to sniff.

When you leaned in close to take the picture, he got a good whiff of your scent. You left not even 10 minutes ago, your scent is still trackable to him.

When he said he could grant your wish tonight, he wasn’t just talking about the stuffed husky…

You return home with your shopping bags and shake off the excess snow off your shoulders and your hat. You unwrap your scarf and take off your coat to match your clothes to the warmer temperature of your home.

Your home happens to be one with a fireplace so you take advantage of it and start a fire. You turn on your Christmas lights and Christmas tree, feeling the Christmas in your home again. Since you’re alone, you decide to put on some Christmas music to bring out some liveliness in your home.

You make your hot chocolate, and there’s a window in your kitchen. From your peripheral, you see snow on the hill nearby being disturbed by something running and sliding in the dark. You finish pouring your hot chocolate and take a sip. You look up and almost drop your cup. You would have but the moment the hot chocolate touched your skin, you react to it and put your cup down.

Across a blanket of snow from the side of your home, you see two glowing eyes in the dark. Was that what was running in the snow? You quickly walk over to the back door and turn on the outside light. There it is. A large dark brown wolf is standing right outside your territory. You two lock stares as you observe the wolf.

When you say large, you really do mean large. If it stood up on its hind legs, it’d probably be over six feet. Now you haven’t seen a wolf in real life before, but the wolf looks so fluffy, you really want to pet it. You take a deep breath as it slowly moves. Its eyes are still trained on you as it makes its way closer to your back porch.

If you want a wolf to come close…

You clench your teeth. Oh, that Santa is crazy. But you’re just as crazy. Because you’re slowly opening the door and poking your head out.

“H-hi there, uh, wolfie.” You stutter. The wolf huffs like it’s laughing and it takes the mildest step closer. You can’t be sure, but you feel like it’s moving slow so it doesn’t scare you.

“If I die, I’m haunting Santa and the North Pole for the rest of my life.” You mumble to yourself. The wolf’s ears twitch and you almost see a tug on the corner of the wolf’s mouth.

You open your door wider and slowly lower yourself down until you’re sitting down on the inside of the back door entrance.

Your arms stretch out hesitantly and your palms face out, just as Santa taught you. The wolf makes a slow trot towards you, but when you whimper, it pauses. Its head lowers like a little bow as it makes slower steps towards you.

Your heart beats faster as it closes in on you. Its height on all fours is taller than you sitting down. Its head is so big, it could probably chew off half your head right now. Your breath shakes as its nose first gently nudges your fingers and then it puts its muzzle into your hand, smelling your hand. Then it starts licking the hot chocolate off your hand.

You let out a surprised laugh as you move your hand away from its tongue and slowly move your hand upward to pet it head in between its ears.

“You’re so soft. And so cute.”

It huffs at your word choice and you laugh, “I’m sorry. Uh, cool?” It seems to like that because it presses its head closer into your hand.

After petting it awhile, you shiver because all the cold air outside is being let in. The wolf nudges your legs to get up and go in, and it walks inside with you. You back up against your kitchen counter. You can’t believe you actually have a wolf in your home right now. The wolf whips its tail on your back door and it closes. Apparently the wolf isn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Uh. W-would you like some water? I, uh, don’t have any dog food or rare meat…I can only satisfy your thirst right now.” The wolf’s ears perk up and snorts.

You grab a wide bowl from your shelf and fill it up with water. You put it on the ground and it comes over to take a drink. You walk backwards slowly and it looks up and tilts its head like it’s asking, why are you still afraid?

“Uh, um. Do you have a name? No, that’s silly. Of course you don’t have a name. You’re a wild animal.” It only stares at you.

“Um, I’m going to call you…Santa. For now!” You hold your hands up when you see the wolf huffing.

You take your cup of hot chocolate that is still on the counter, still warm enough, and you walk over to sit on your couch. You bring your legs up on the couch and tuck it under you. Santa follows you and sits on the floor close to you. You smile and you’re not so afraid to reach out to pet it anymore.

“You know why I’m calling you Santa? Because today, I went to the mall. During Christmas, malls deck out with the whole Christmas theme, and there are these mall Santas that sit in the center so kids can come to visit Santa, and you know, get into the spirit of Christmas. But lately, kids aren’t really excited to see him anymore. It’s so sad. I was watching the Santa sit there for a while, and he and his elf looked so bored. I decided to visit him, you know, so he won’t feel bored or that he won’t feel wasted at his job.” Santa shifts as it listens to your story. It lowers its head to rest on your couch and you continue to pet Santa.

“So I go down to see him. He was a lot younger than I expected. Like a lot younger. I thought I was going to be visiting an old man Santa, but no. This guy is probably my age. To be honest, I felt a little nervous, I don’t know. You know how those movies are, like you go to a store or the pizza guy delivers, but you don’t expect the person to be so young and attractive. It kind of stuns you for a second.” You swear you can see a wolfish smirk on Santa.

“I mean, he’s wearing an old beard and glasses so I can’t really see him, but he had really nice teeth when he smiles. Kinda wish I could have seen what he looks like. His voice is really nice too. But anyways,” For some reason, you feel embarrassed to tell this to Santa, even though he doesn’t know.

“so we take a picture and talk. I was right, he only had like three names on the visit list, he named it the ‘nice list’, and I’m one of them. I’m so happy I made the decision to talk to him. It’s like doing a nice deed. If there really is a Santa, I’m sure on his nice list now. You know why? Because I told the mall Santa that I wanted a dog for Christmas. And here you are! Well, you’re dog species, but you’re a wolf. I told Santa I would prefer a wolf, but you guys aren’t really house pets…” You tilt your head to look at Santa and it perks its head up a little to meet your gaze.

“Eh, what do I know? You’re pretty tame right now.” Santa relaxes its head back down.

“By the way, are you a guy or a girl?” You wonder out loud. You bend down to check but it backs up with an embarrassed huff.

“What? You’re a wolf, how else am I supposed to find out? Come on.” You put down your cup and get off the couch to sit down in front of the wolf. You start petting its side and rubbing its belly. It momentarily forgets and drops down on the floor to roll over. Its mouth opens up and its tongue sticks out like a silly dog.

“Mm, you’re a guy.” You observe nonchalantly. Santa instantly rolls over to sit up and pushes his head to hit your forehead.

“Ow, hey. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Obviously.” You pet him, trying to soothe him.

Santa huffs and walks away from you. He hops on the couch and lies down.

“Geez, you take up more than half of my couch.” You whine, getting up. You use your feet to nudge his head to move. He growls, which makes you freeze, but he shifts to let you sit down with more space so you figure he’s okay.

When you’re comfortable on the couch, he moves again and now his head rests on your lap. You slowly pet his head.

“Oh, and you know what that Santa got me? I told him, that the next best dog to a wolf would be a husky. So he gave me this.” Your hand moves to the side of the couch where you bag rests and you bring it up to take out the stuffed husky. Santa’s eyes move back and forth as you dangle it in front of him.

You take it away from him and hold it closer to you as you look at it, “It’s really cool and sweet that he could find it in his bag.” You smile.

Santa gets up to put his front legs over your lap and now he nuzzles his head against your tummy.

You two lay there for the rest of the night.

In the morning, you wake up sore from sleeping in your position all night, but when you open your eyes, there’s no more Santa. You sit up and look over to the back door. It’s closed, no Santa in sight.

You frown and scratch the back of your head, wondering if it was all a dream. But you see the bowl you put out for Santa last night still on the floor. It wasn’t a dream.

You rush to get up and get ready.

You run into the mall to the Santa area and see your Santa again.

“Santa!” You wave your arms. Santa turns his head to look at you and grins. He waves back and gets up from his seat. He goes over to the elf and says something before walking over to you on the other side of the fence. He takes off his glasses and pulls his beard down and now you can finally see his face. And what a beautiful face that is.

“Y/N.” He grins. You can finally see his whole smile.

“I met one. Last night! He was standing at the back of my house and I did what you taught me. He came into my house and sat on my couch! It was absolutely crazy!” Jungkook laughs as you recall your memories.

“I told you I’d grant your wish.” He grins.

“Yeah…but he left this morning. I didn’t even see him go. Like some sort of wolfish one night stand.” You huff. You see him raise his eyebrows, “Uh, I’m sorry. Poor choice of words.”

“No, it’s fine. I think your choice of words are great.” He chuckles as if he’s recalling something, “Maybe he’ll come back next year. Like your annual wolf or something.” You smile and agree, “One can only hope.”

“My shift just started not long ago, so I’ve got a good couple hours here. But when I’m done, do you want to get some coffee? You can tell me more about that wolf.” You smile at his date proposal.

“Sure. I’ll see you then.”

“We’ll meet at the food court at 6, then.” You nod and turn away but he grabs your hand to pull you back.

“By the way, did you name the wolf?”

“Uh…well, I felt like you really granted me the wish, so I named him Santa. I would have named him after you, but I only know you as Santa.” You blush and look down.

He leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “My name is Jungkook. But don’t change his name. I bet he really likes it.”