I Imagine Hoseok Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Holds At Least One Of Your Hands When You Nap Together

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

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

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 Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend who will meme-war you over text

thanks. fair warning, more than a few than i originally had thought. haha. 24 + gangster!hoseok

twenty-four_slow dance

“you sure you don’t wanna go in yet?” hoseok treats it more as an open question rather than one that expects for an answer. he specifies it as such because he doesn’t hear anything of the language he speaks of being familiar to his ears when there’s just… sounds greeting his eardrums. the buzzing from the nightlife, bass to bass from clubs to units next door (especially those brats below who turn the fuck up way too hard), down to the sound of your breathing welcoming his ear as you maintain a slow pace; easy for the feet, light on the heart for him to follow.

it wasn’t so much of a dance in the first place but when he had seen you out here on your own, he had decided to make it a bit fun than the usual stargazing or admiring the city scenery that changed within the flip of the night. with some music from the best capability of a phone and the greatest of embrace welcoming him as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, loose arms round his hips, he smiles.

he only gets his answer when he hums and lightly nudges you with his chest against your ear, to which you squeeze him tight for a brief second before you continue to sway him back and forth, all in which he follows along.

“just wanna stay here,” he hears you murmur, your fingers locked behind his back, right above where the wound is new and he knows you know when subconsciously, you rub it from time to time with gentle movements and that alone makes his smile grow wider but then you add on in a voice that makes his heart swell to the point he lacks capacity in his chest.

“wanna hold you…”

with that, hoseok gets his answer. to stay out here for a while longer, a moment to bask in one another’s presence, hoseok will do just that. moreover, your arms wrapped around him like this, hoseok just wanna stay here and wanna hold you too.

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.”