I Imagine Namjoon Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Doesnt Mind If You Use His Legs To Warm Yours

I imagine Namjoon is the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t mind if you use his legs to warm yours

and finally, 22 + hybrid!jungkook

twenty-two_caught in a storm

“i can’t do one thing without screwing it up,” jungkook mutters under his breath and surprisingly enough, you manage to catch his chewed up syllables past the heavy downpour from up above, that seems to be merciless for almost an hour now. jungkook had been sweet and thoughtful to plan out something in your favor. no specific reason, just felt like it, or so he claims. but god begs to differ when the moment the both of you make it halfway down to the first destination of the evening, no, no, no this can’t happen now - jungkook snaps out of it and follows your lead to start running.

he’s unsure of where you’re headed to but it starts to be clear when you’re guiding him to a nearby stop and once a roof is over the both of your heads, that’s when jungkook slumps down on the bench with defeat weighing on his shoulders.

and that brings you to now, precisely after what jungkook had said to the rain. it made your heart swell (and ache) but for reasons jungkook doesn’t know of so you let him know. stepping in front of him, you’re crouching and entering his line of vision, immediately grabbing his attention when - “you’re going to get wet,” he huffs, legs coming apart and he tugs you forward to refrain from the raindrops falling on your back. 

chuckling, you settle your hands on his thighs for support and even with his head hung low, you can see his eyes because you’re on a lower level. sighing, you use a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his chin up to align your eyes together and somehow that gets jungkook to listen.

“i’m happy, jungkook,” stroking the under of his eye, feeling his hand overlapping yours, you say it again, “i’m happy, jungkook-ah,”

he seems confused, trembling fingertips grasping onto your hand, “b-but it’s all ruined. i didn’t even get to show you half of what i had in mind and… i just…”

“it’s the thought that counts,” your hand moves over to his lips when he slowly drags it there so he can press his frown back, “and seeing how sad you are over this lets me know how much you’ve thought this out,”

jungkook blinks away the tears welling up in his eyes, pulling your hand away so he can hold it on his lap, that subconscious pout that forms on his lips whenever he gets too sad and - “i wanted it to be special… for you,”

“it still can be,” you suggest, getting up to your feet and you give his hand a little shake, “you said you wanted to run in the rain before, right?”

jungkook stares at you in bewilderment, but you can tell his heart is racing as he stammers, attempting to stand up for a second time after the first he’s too caught up in the excitement to push himself up.

“w-we might fall sick,”

“eh, i’ll give it a cold and a fever tops,”

“you’re… sure about this?”

“don’t make me change my mind, jeon,”

a grin stretches out on jungkook’s face before he tightens his hand in yours. this time, he’s leading the way. “let’s go.”

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

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.”

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

I imagine Hoseok is the kind of boyfriend who will hold you tightly and care about nothing else when you two are in a high place because you are the only solace to his fear of heights