25 + Ceo!namjoon

25 + ceo!namjoon

twenty-five_exchanging letters

“hey y/n, there’s a couple of letters for you,” jimin chimes, walking past your cubical but before he plops down a few work-related envelopes but then a black one is very obvious when jimin holds it up with a smirk, “but oh look, what’s this, y/n?”

your eyes grow as wide as saucers, remembering just what that was that you gape, unable to speak and jimin senses how serious it must be that he lowers it down with a huff, “h-hey, don’t scare me like that… is it important?”

“v-very!” you exclaim, reaching up to snatch it and jimin has this look on his face where his lips drag down into a thin line along the way, eyes widening at how important it is that he slowly backs away, “o-kay, i’m out,”

pressing the letter to your chest, you quickly lean back against the chair to roll it towards the wall securing you in. gently, you peel the opening and already you’re excited. however, once you pull out the paper, you make a glance around to see the coast is clear and then the contents flow into your mind as you read through what’s written.

ah… i hope you’re not too stressed out with work or such. maybe i could help? i’m not sure what it is but hopefully i could be of any help.

also, are we still on for next week dinner? i can’t wait to meet you.

waiting for you, knj.

“y/n, are you slacking on the job?” a deep voice resonates your thoughts and you straighten your back, desperately holding the paper to your thigh, down under the table and you gulp, shaking your head, “n-no mr. kim…”

he doesn’t seem too confident with your answer and he’s about to say something to counter what you’ve said like maybe that envelope on your table doesn’t… doesn’t… his eyes freeze on the black envelope that’s oddly familiar to heart but just as he’s about to ask more about it, you notice this and take it away to shove the letter in.

clearing your throat, you glance away from him, but while you do your eyes catch a colored envelope in his hand because i’ll send to you mine in colors because you need more color in your life, mr… knj.

putting the two and two together, the same time… the man in front of you does, not only is he scrambling out of your way, you’re jolting from your seat to make a run to the bathroom and when the doors slam in unison, namjoon’s back is against his office, while yours is in the stall of the ladies room.

both holding a letter.

both hearts’ racing.

“oh shit.”

28 + vampire!yoongi

twenty-eight_teaching each other something new

when yoongi had offered to keep you company, you listed down of all the possibilities to him not being interested. however, when you’re alone in the station as the hands of time tick past midnight with him having no plans to leave you alone, they turn into reasons for him to stay.

one of those reasons, turned into what occupies his time apart from staring at you during the whole duration.

yoongi wasn’t a person to learn about everything. even though he has the time, without dedication, it was worthless. he could’ve learned all the languages in the world if he wanted to. note: wanted to. he didn’t, it didn’t interest him to gain such power in being fluent in speaking, nor did it spike up anything in terms of skills.

but when he sees you being able to create blends and mixes that bubbles with lingering aftertaste to a person’s taste receptors, count himself in to learn a thing or two. now with a nicely shaken mix of the infamous gin and tonic, yoongi easily pours it out for you and himself, making sure it’s presentable before he slides the glass over with a smirk on his face - obviously proud.

“cheers,” you chuckle, clinking your glass against his when he holds his near and that’s when you take a sip. smacking your tongue on your teeth to get down the taste, you drink a couple more sips and yoongi’s narrowing his eyes at you when you don’t say anything.

he nudges the shaker away and taps the counter, before leaning forward to grab your hand with a little anxiousness flowing through his every being.

“say something,”

“hm…” you set the glass away, squeezing his hand in return, “not too bad for your first mix,”

he throws your hand away, huffing, “…you’re tough to please, you know that?”

“giving up?”

“not a chance. hit me with another recipe.”

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who piggybacks you everywhere after a day of wearing high heels

I imagine Jimin is the kind of boyfriend who calls you by your pet name every chance he gets

13 + badboy!taehyung

thirteen_a sorry kiss@sugababay tagging you bc it’s not like you dislike badboy!tae or anything >:)

two students. one empty classroom. no allowance to leave the place until the due time of three hours were up. set across from one another so far apart, you can literally take a measuring tape to see just how far the teacher had intended to separate the pair of you. 

however, it was all pointless when an emergency phone call has the teacher in charge bolting out of the room with just a sloppy stay here until five thirty!

once the door slams shut, you fish out the remaining homework left of the day to finish it off. since you’re going to be in here for a while, might as well but taehyung is not having fun being on the other side alone so he’s doing all sorts of things to get your attention. from paper airplanes to paper balls, to cooing your name, to singing power ballads with apologies in them, you pay no mind to it until taehyung decides to fuck it.

you only process what’s going on when his steps grow louder in volume and in pressure that you look up. it’s abrupt and out nowhere but it’s too familiar to you to push away when taehyung cups your chin and presses a kiss that jolts through your whole body awake. tensing and relaxing in the next second, you ease into the kiss when taehyung goes slower and slower until he’s easing the harsh beating of your heart in your chest.

then he pulls back, ringing back his initial purpose in the first place which is: “i’m sorry, y/n. i really am…”

“…okay,”

“okay?” he blinks, straightening his back with a raised brow, “that’s it? you’re not mad?”

you snicker, shaking your head as you reach up to stroke the side of his head, “i think an hour and a half of not speaking to you was torturing enough, don’t you think?”

he groans at the memory, remembering how agonizing it was to not be able to talk to you even if it was silently when you wouldn’t comply. what he did wasn’t serious, per se. it’s just that it irritated you to get into detention out of the blue and taehyung had kind intentions for causing such ruckus in the first place. all he wanted was to see you smile and upon realizing that in the moment of silence you had to yourself, all the anger was for nothing and taehyung can smile out of relief now.

“i’ll do better this time. well, at least, better at hiding and not getting caught, that is-”

“might want to save it for next time, kim taehyung,” a voice makes taehyung yelp and the boy looks over his shoulder robotically, only to see the substitute teacher by the doorframe.

“…damn it.”

31 + chef!seokjin

thirty-one_catching the other before they fall

“Two grilled steaks medium rare!” Jimin hollers once he steps through the door, proceeding to swiftly remove his tie and tossing it to the rack beside it before he dashes towards the oven because - “Shit!”

Scoffing, you shake your head as you continue to mix your batter for deep frying the chicken tenders, then dipping them accordingly before it goes into the heated up oil. “Is it done for?” You coo, from a station away and Jimin’s wailing sob is all you hear before the clearing of his throat as he whips out another set of pots, “No! I’ll save it! It’ll work!”

With a snicker, you nod, looking over your shoulder, “Sure, Jimin. Sure,”

“Hey,” He huffs, glaring at you with a spatula in his hold, “Don’t sass me! You’re lucky hyung let you off being two timing cooking and taking orders or you’d be screwed!”

“Oh, really?”

“Wanna bet?”

“I’ll go out and take two orders and I bet I’ll be back in time for my chicken tenders,”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you to slits as he glances at his timer, “Go on. Your five minutes start now,”

That cue was ready for you to make a sprint towards the exit. Along the way, ripping off your apron and making sure your bun is still intact after removing the headband and rolling your sleeves down to be presentable when you step out. Immediately, there’s people waving for your attention and you grin, waving in return as a sign you’d tend to them.

Seokjin, on the other end, notices this at the corner of his eye at your appearance when specifically he’s mentioned for you to stay off double duties. Mainly because that one time you took it on, let’s just say his heart ached far too much than he thought it would watching you push yourself; wanting to make up for the lack of staff that while it made his heart swell, it infused with more pain. So when you’re juggling with darting back and forth between two tables to confirm and double check the orders, Seokjin quickly dusts his hands, passing on his pen to a staff conveniently nearby before his feet brings him across the room.

Jimin can suck it because: “One chicken chop, two steaks medium, and one platter of-”the words get stuck in your throat at the swipe that trips you from the sign being slid across the room. You mentally curse at the sudden “surprise” but it wasn’t your fault! No one’s blaming you but you feel it around your waist when you’re being held up and once your eyes gaze to its owner, you gulp and emit a nervous chuckle after, “O-Oh, hey… Jinnie…”

Seokjin clears his throat whilst keeping you in his grip, unwilling to let go and cause you to fall flat on your back as he looks over his shoulder to the careless janitor who’s biting his lip down in guilt, “Never do that again. Either walk all the way and place it or forget about it. That’ll cause less harm than sliding a god damned sign across the room,”

He doesn’t wait for a response, well aware it’s going to be yes sir, won’t happen again sir and soon the sign is being removed and when Seokjin returns to you, he notices how you’re glaring at Jimin’s who’s - “You sure proved me wrong, Y/N,”

Blowing your fringe off your face, you awkwardly tap your fingers on Seokjin’s shoulders, reminding him the both of you are not alone and are in fact, in the middle of a rush hour of dinner time and the whole kitchen is filled with working people with attentive eyes directed to your way.

He leans to your ear and whispers: “Do I have to make Jimin get out of the kitchen for full waiter duties?”

That’s when you smirk at Jimin’s way and it’s hilarious how he almost immediately knows - “NO! Don’t you dare, Y/N! Don’t-!”

“Jimin. Waiter duties. Out of the kitchen,”

“…you’re a devil…”

“Do you want me to double it up?”

“…I’m on my way…”

“I sure do amaze you, don’t I?”

“We’re so going to have a rematch for this.”

“At least do it when I’m not around,” Seokjin muses, and when Jimin’s on his way out, Seokjin won’t admit it but minus the fact you nearly got hurt, having your carefree and passionate spirit around here sure lifts things up. Apparently also Jimin’s competitiveness when you two - “Next Saturday then, rematch,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever floats your boat, waiter boy.”

“Why I oughta-”

“Park Jimin,”

“Damn it, hyung! Cut me some slack! You can’t just take her side because she’s your-… I’m going, I’m going!”