Expect The Unexpected | Taehyung

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.

Candy Cane | Mafia!Namjoon

Summary line: Christmas Prompt #19: Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

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

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(edit: Because I have a very clear idea of his home in my head, I decided to create it. The links you see as you read (just 3) will give you the perspective. Click it if you want, but if you choose to see his home with your own imagination, just don’t click on the link. The people you see in the room are supposed to be y/n and Namjoon, but it’s just a stand in so you know where the person is looking at.)

Namjoon sighs as he finally returns home after countless nights in the administration office. He’s pretty sure that a bit of cocaine powder is still on the underside of his black leather shoes and dried blood underneath his fingertips. He’s dead tired, but he’s still a clean man, so God forbid he walks into his home with cocaine powder.

He wipes his shoes down on his white welcome mat that contrasts against the black tiles of his entryway. It’s not really used to welcome people as much as it’s to disguise cocaine powder. The white mat is perfect disguise to hide the powder. But he’ll still have to wash it tomorrow.

He walks over to his fridge to check for any food. He has expired raw meat and old vegetables. He can still eat the vegetables, but he never had, and never will have, a meal without meat. He’ll go to the store and cook tomorrow on his day off; he’s too damn tired to cook now and there are no microwavables. Food delivery should be good enough tonight.

He loosens his tie and gets ready for a bath. He strips away all his clothing and relaxes himself into the tub. He looks at his own finger nails and starts to dig out the dried blood of his enemies as he meditates on his actions today in silence.

You know, maybe the screwdriver was a bit much. A bullet next time? Nah. The guy deserved it. A bullet is too fast, too simple. In light of Christmas, I should give it a little more oomph. Namjoon chuckles at himself at his twisted way to “celebrate” Christmas. There’s no Christmas. Never was, never will.

In these days, people come home to Christmas lights, trees, presents, and milk and cookies.

He’s a minimalist who doesn’t celebrate Christmas. Other than the lights already installed into his walls, there’s no other lighting in his home, if he can even truly call this a home.

Christmas trees are dirty and difficult to manage.

And that decorating crap? Forget that.

He doesn’t need gifts. He just takes what he wants. Those aren’t gifts; although, his victims offer to him what he wants on a silver platter because they don’t want to die. So, does that count?

He doesn’t give gifts to anyone. The closest people in his life are his boys, and his gift to them every night is not shooting them. He’s been more than merciful, benevolent, and generous by that alone; he doesn’t need Christmas to prove that.

He doesn’t believe in God or Jesus, so what’s the point for him to celebrate Christmas. He’s not the feeling type to spend “quality time” with anyone so why celebrate with or for anyone? There’s nothing to celebrate. It’s just another day.

All these list off in his head as reason why he shouldn’t celebrate Christmas, as if reminding himself he doesn’t want to.

But irony decides to greet him tonight, accompanied with obnoxious persistence.

By his fourth finger he cleans, music begins to play. But not in his home. And even if he were to play music, it’s definitely not this damn noise.

Christmas music? Christmas carols? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. He rolls his eyes as he looks above to the ceiling.

And in the bathroom too? I hope you slip and fall when you try to dance in your shower.

The phone rings and he calls out to his technologically-advanced home to answer the call. He tries to yell over the music, “Turn that fucking noise down!”

“Boss?” He hears Hoseok clear his throat.

“What?” He growls, glaring at the ceiling when the music does not desist.

“I’m coming by to hand you the package. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Namjoon looks at himself soaking in the tub.

“You make that an hour.” He commands.

“Okay? I’ll be there in an hour.” Hoseok is about to hang up, “Oh, and doesn’t your neighbor know your rules?”

“Apparently he forgot.” He rolls his eyes. He thinks the music just got louder as it changed from one song to the next.

“God damn it. I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to remind him.”

“Killing him isn’t reminding him. That’s just ending the poor bastard’s life. Come on, in the spirit of Christmas, let him live.” Hoseok laughs. Namjoon rolls his eyes. If any of his boys could be close to holiday person, it would be Hoseok.

“Poor bastard? He should have seen this coming. I’m the poor bastard who has to deal with shit people who don’t listen. Christmas, or any holiday for that matter, is never a reason for leniency.” Namjoon hangs up with a growl. He clenches his teeth when he looks at his tub that’s filled to the brim. Damn water is wasted on this idiot.

He gets up and drains the water. He dries himself out and quickly puts on some clothing. He stomps around his house to his drawer and roughly pulls it out. There’s a mass of choice weapons. Bronze knuckles, guns of all types, knives, daggers. Namjoon looks at all of them and then at his hands.

He’s angry enough. He can probably finish the “discussion” with his bare hands.

Every step is heavy as he makes his way one floor above him. He memorized the residence number above his place. And if that isn’t enough, the music is louder up here.

He clenches his teeth and groans. When the man opens that door, the music is going to amplify by ten-fold. He pounds on the door and steps back, wishing that the space would become a sound barrier, but he knows it won’t.

When the door opens, it’s not the scrawny man he’s expecting, it’s you. And you is dressed in a short silky red robe and he can see a bit of a silky white night slip underneath. Your hair is slightly tussled, half-dried, and pushed to one side to reveal your neck. Why, the closest he’ll get to Christmas spirit is to compare you to a candy cane. What a delicious candy cane. But also here at the wrong place and wrong time.

“Where’s Yeonseok?” He asks you with gritted teeth. You’re not the one he’s looking for, but damn, he wished he was.

“Sorry? Um, I’m new. Are you looking for the previous owner?” You ask politely. You’re a new resident? And he wasn’t notified by the property manager or you? He thought he had an understanding with the property manager. Anyone who moves above, below, left, right, front or back of his home, he is to be notified so he can make discuss his rules with them. Looks like he’s going to have many tedious conversations tonight.

“I live below you. Didn’t the property manager tell you that if you move in within my area, you need to answer to me first?” He asks. You sense something tense about him, but you don’t recognize it as intimidation. Just a grumpy man who has a really rigid structure.

“Yes, I am aware. But I’ve been here for three weeks now, and I try to come down every hour I’m home. I haven’t been able to catch you. I am aware that you have strict rules, and I’m willing to discuss them with you. It’s just always been bad timing.” You explain yourself. With a rigid structure, you’re pretty sure he’s not an excuse kind of guy. But you also hope he’s reasonable enough to recognize the difference between excuses and reason.

He sighs and steps in. He leans in close to you, “Turn off that music and come with me. We have a few things to discuss.” You shiver and he smirks at his effect on you. But he’s mistaken; it’s just the draft he’s creating in the entrance of your home. You go and turn off your music.

“Let me change first, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“No. Come now.” Besides, he doesn’t mind you dressed like this. Not at all.

“I can’t go into another man’s home dressed like this.”

“You open the door to your own home dressed like that. Now, you can wear whatever you like in your own home, but you're lucky someone with more restraint and respect knocked on your door. Now come along. No one’s going to eat you tonight. Unless you want me to.” You wrinkle your nose in disgust but he’s already out of sight, expecting you to follow him. You sigh and slip on the easiest shoe you’ve got.

You follow him down with your arms crossed over your chest the whole time.

You enter into his home and see that everything is just black and white with minimalist furniture. He sits at the center of his couch. He crosses his leg halfway over his other one and spreads his arm to the back of his couch. You’re not about to sit next to him when his arm is spread like that, but you really don’t want to stand in front him like this. You opt to his kitchen counter and lean against it with your arms still crossed.

“You’re not allowed to have parties, music, or loud animals into your home. Wear socks at all times so I don’t hear you walking around. Your media volumes are never to go above 40%. Don’t sing. Don’t dance. I don’t think I have to tell you this, since it’s basic home care, but if there’s anything wrong with your home, fix it automatically. A floor creek, a wall crack, plumbing issues, all of that. I don’t need those noisy issues disturbing me. You better not have a squeaky bed. Oh, and don’t you dare have sex. Find a guy who’ll take you back to his place. Your standards must be high enough to find someone who’s not living in his mother’s basement, right?” You uncross your arms in disbelief and your jaw drops.

“Are you going to pay my rent? Are you my boss? Are you going to pay for any of my losses or things I would have to fix if any of these issues cost money? If not, I don’t see why I would have to comply with any part of this deal based on your preferences. I can tell you’re a guy who likes his silence, and that’s fine, but these are unreasonable.”

“Did I ever say this was a deal? No. This are simply rules. If you don’t like it, move.”

“No, I like it here. It’s been just fine for the past three weeks. And besides, evident through the fact that I couldn’t even find you for three weeks, you’re rarely home. I’m not going to tiptoe around my home for someone else’s unreasonable demands, especially for that someone who isn’t even home.”

“How’s this offer? If you comply, I will not kill you.”

You raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes, “You don’t scare me. I’ve been through a lot. Even dressed like this, you won’t even get to touch me.”

“Is that a challenge?” He smirks. You glare him down, “No. It’s not. Don’t even try.”

He shrugs but his obnoxious smirk won’t wipe off his face.

“If we can’t agree, then you’re going to have to move.”

“I’m not moving because we can’t agree!” You throw your hands in the air.

“Then you’re going to have to agree if you stay.”

“I’m not going to agree to anything with you.” He sighs and throws his head back in frustration. There’s really only A or B with him. Why can’t you see that? Does he really need to go to C?

“Look. I’ll agree to reasonable home care, and that is it. I’m going to sing, I’m going to dance. I’m going to play all my damn music however I want. Here’s how I can meet you halfway. I can tell you early on if I’m going to have company. My family is visiting for the holidays, so for at least a week, I’m going to have company. I’m planning to get a cat, so at least it’s not a loud animal. I already don’t have a squeaky bed. I’m not going to wear socks at all times based on your request because I walk lightly enough. Besides, didn't you just say I'm allowed to wear whatever I want at home? A-and that sex thing? It’s not going to happen, so don’t worry. At least not for a while.”

Namjoon studies you for a bit and then turns presses his lips downward, “Nah. No. Not good enough. Don’t sing, don’t dance, and no music. Get your family to stay somewhere else. Wear your socks because safe than sorry. I’m allergic to cats, so no.”

“You’re ridiculous! Did the previous guy leave because he couldn’t keep up with your demands either? Are there anyone who lives around you anymore, you lonely and rigid soul?!” He glares at you for so long and so hard you look down and apologize quietly.

“You are never allowed to speak to me like that again, you understand?” He threatens lowly. It’s the first time that you agree with him as you slowly nod.

You two don’t speak for a while.

“Now.” He begins again, just as low and threateningly, “Are you going to listen to what I have to say?” you clench your teeth but make no other move.

He takes that as affirmative so he begins to speak, “Get. Your family. Elsewhere. Carpet your floor so you can avoid wearing socks if it’s really that much of an inconvenience.”

Your eye twitches. How is that any less of an inconvenience?

“Don’t sing, dance, play music, or any loud sounds above 40%, or I will swear to fuck, that you will regret it. Do you understand?”

You clench you hand and look at him, “I apologized for my behavior already. Just because that was wrong of me does not mean I’m going to magically cooperate. I want to do what I want to do in the comfort of my own home. We don’t know each other. It’s unreasonable for either of us to meet such demands to accommodate one another. So no.”

He gets up so fast, you jump. He quickly makes his way to you and traps you against the counter between his arms.

“I’ve been very patient and cordial with you longer than I have with anyone for the past 15 years.” You raise an eyebrow and look him up and down. He can’t possibly be past his 20’s, “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have known that. I’m so sorry. That really changes my decision since you’ve shown such manners. Oh, wait. No, it doesn’t.”

He has his hand around your throat before you blink and tightens his hold on you, “I have no qualms killing a woman. Believe me.”

You quickly take your elbow and jam it into the inside of his arm, making him drop his hold on you, and you push him away.

“I said. You. Don’t. Touch. Me.” You glare at him. For the first time tonight, he wears a different expression on his face other than anger, frustration, or lust. It’s amusement.

“You know, you’re about as threatening as a baby rabbit. Ah, no, no. That’s too much credit. An ant. You’re about as threatening as an ant.”

You glare at him and he shrugs in amusement. The phone rings and he takes out his phone to answer it. He’s not about to have his mafia business be heard over by some candy cane.

“I’m here boss.” Hoseok says.

“Come back tomorrow. I’m taking care of my neighbor.” He watches you cross your arms.

“That’s still not over? Do you need a clean-up crew?”

“No, it’s fine. Just go.” He hangs up.

“It looks like we aren’t going to come to an agreement here.” You purse your lips together.

“Doesn’t look that way.” You two have a stare-down.

“Look,” He starts, “See if there’s another empty space in this building. One that’s not around me and we can avoid the mess. At least you don’t have to move out of the building.”

“You’re no different from a spoiled brat. You need to understand that you can’t have people doing what you want all the time!” You unfold your arms, “Especially strangers. You give me no reason to listen to you.” He sighs and walks away. You hear a drawer opening and slamming closed. He comes back with a gun and he’s twisting on a silencer.

You clench your teeth and fists.

He stands in front of you and points it point blank at your nose.

“Move, agree, or die. There is no door four. Personally, I’d choose door one or two.”

You make no move and he tilts his head. You must have really gone through something bad for you to not show fear, not in your eyes or in the air around you.

“I’ll move to somewhere else in this building. You rude piece of -.” You bite back your last words. You make your decision based on rationale that this is going nowhere. You’re not afraid of his gun, but it’s your self-preservation instincts. So, this is the only time you will ever let it go. You hate letting him think he’s won. You really, really do.

He smiles distortedly and presses his gun at your nose and points it upward so you look like a pig.

He sighs inwardly. You’re still a candy cane.

“It’s okay. Self-preservation is only human. I don’t blame you. I’ve seen a lot of people give in for that reason. But I’ll give you more credit because you’re not nearly as cowardly.” He chuckles. But he’s still mocking you by pushing your nose with his gun.

You dare to push his gun away and shock almost surfaces to his expression.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch.” You cross your arms and walk out of his apartment. He has his eyebrows raised in full amusement.

He realizes a couple things.

One, you two never exchanged names.

Two, he really wants a candy cane right now. And he’s probably going to start liking them as the only sweets he’ll eat in his life. And that sucks because it’s only going to sell seasonally.

And three. Damn. He likes you. He really likes you.

And that is the story of how Kim Namjoon, a mafia boss, gets the closest he’ll ever get to Christmas spirit.

Sequel Scenario: Peppermint Bark

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 do! I really really do! Thank you so much! Everyone! Look at this beauty!!!!

jhs + gold/yellow boyfriend party 

@oneofthemillionarmy made a really cute Christmas story starring Jung Hoseok! I tried doing my best in making an aesthetic board for it, I hope you like it!

Blog Announcement | 2016 Winter Stars

So…my specific word was “try” to write 3 scenarios per person…forgive me, I’ve only written 3 Hoseoks, 3 Yoongis, and 1 Seokjin as I write this announcement and queue it up. My daily goals were not met, and that is my fault. I should have given myself more time or worked harder this week…

So what I’ve chosen to do, of the seven that I’ve done so far, I’m going to change four of the scenarios’ member so each member gets one scenario. All the prompts and choice of member are all assigned by me, so I can change it as I please.

I’m really upset with myself because I really liked how I’ve written Yoongi and Hoseok in some of their extra scenarios. The character is not typical for them, and now since I’m spreading out the scenarios for each member, the person is changed. The member will fit the scenarios now, as did Hoseok and Yoongi previously, it’s just not nearly as fun for me because you don’t get to see the same angle I intended. I really wish you can read it as its original. But it is my fault for not writing all 21 scenarios for you guys, and I’m sorry I can’t deliver what I promised.

I didn’t actually get any feedback/requests on my Christmas present to you guys, but that shouldn’t matter. I should deliver what I said I would, and I didn’t. That’s on me. Despite the lack of expectations, it’s my responsibility to give you what I should have anyway.

I really hope you guys will still enjoy what I’ve written. Despite it not being the original member, I’m still satisfied with my plots. It’s less than my own expectations because of the character change, but the quality for you to enjoy is there. The plot doesn’t lack for you guys even if I change the characters, in fact, the personalities are even more fit than the original member. Even though I failed you, please give my scenarios a chance. It’s all I can offer.

I imagine Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite part of Christmas is the whole Christmas tree experience. From hunting for the right tree, bringing it home, setting it up, to decorating the tree and all over the home with you