I Imagine Taehyung Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Secretly Records His Voice To Be Your Ringtone, Your

I imagine Taehyung is the kind of boyfriend who secretly records his voice to be your ringtone, your alarm, and anything else you can possibly personalize on your phone

I imagine Yoongi is the kind of boyfriend who will use all his spare moments to check in with you because he knows those moments are hard to come by

I imagine Hoseok is the kind of boyfriend who holds at least one of your hands when you nap together

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 Jimin is the kind of boyfriend who will draw you when you’re napping

I imagine Taehyung is the kind of boyfriend who uses you as a body pillow