Super ARMY

Super ARMY

Imagine pocket-sized you trying to jump up to hit the little wooden block hanging over your head. Seokjin got bored and actually created a little Mario obstacle course for you and had you run through it like his own little Mario character. He got really into it, commanding you go faster which made you wonder how you even got caught up in this.

 You had to jump a couple times because he made it a little too high for you. Finally you punched the box, quite irritably. But instead of Seokjin’s chocolate coins he was ready to drop in front of you, the box truly exploded and a mushroom came out of it. You looked up at Seokjin and he raised his eyebrows too, curious about the item. You picked up the mushroom.

An idea popped into your head, if this was a mushroom in a Mario game… Before Seokjin could nag you about eating things you don’t know where it came from (as if he was the one to talk, he drank random water from a mountain in Norway), you took a giant munch on the mushroom. You two stared at each other for a while before you felt yourself lengthening, growing. You were human-sized, and then you surpassed him. You grew taller than the building and your usual high-pitched laughter turned into a hearty cackle as your size broke through every wall and floor of the building…

Now it was Seokjin’s turn. You had him run all over Seoul, watching him turn at every corner he could find to get away from you but you could always see him. You threw your head back in laughter as you watched him sad attempt to flee from you…

Seokjin turned his head at the sound of high-pitched squeaking. He turned his head to see you all snuggled in his scarf, cackling at some dream of yours. He chuckled at the sight, wondering what silly dream you could be having right now.

Black Keys and White Snow

Merry Christmas!!!

Word count: 1032 words.

For: @sparkljimin

A/n: So like, I am not good at writing long fics so I hope this is enjoyable enough for you. I just realised it’s very hard to write holiday fics for me… I hope you like it! :3

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Your hands are busy placing the little round crystal ornaments on the tree in the living room. Outside, soft snow flutters down to the roads. Yoongi is seated in the corner by the brown piano playing Christmas tunes. You hum along with a bright smile.

Yoongi would help you with the decorations but his but sticks to the bench and he would much rather be playing music. Tune after tune, his fingers glide across ivory keys. The melodies fill the air.

Words do not have to pass either of you. There are other things that fill the space between the both of you. The company is fine. The thermostat is on a comfortable warm temperature. The smiles on your faces enough. It feels perfect.

The feeling to have him there in the same room with you this holiday season is a blessing. He has been cooped up at work and staying over in his studio. You are glad that he has taken time off his work to spend time with you, even better to recuperate from the stress of work.

A Christmas song finishes and you hear Yoongi sigh. Your hands are still arranging tinsel on the branches. Yoongi presses on a key. The note rings in the living room. When it reaches to a soft tone, he presses another. He strings the notes together, slowly increasing the tempo.

Your eyes turn to look at him. A smile is in his eyes. His head is lightly bouncing in tempo of his playing. The lower chords join in. The fast-paced movements of his fingers are mesmerizing even though you are still decorating. There is a curl of his lip.

His hand is fluid as he creates the melody to life. His back is straight and confident. The song runs through his body. He has no intention of stopping until the last note.

You have a smile on too. You are glad he is having fun with his passion. His finger presses on the last note. His eyes leave the ivory keys, feeling your stare on him.

“What?”

“Show off.” You scoff in tease.

“But you liked it.” His smile is smug and comfortable on his face.

You roll your eyes. “I’d really like it if you’d help me with the decorations. Or maybe go back to happier Christmas songs.”

Yoongi whines a little but already has a hand hovering over the keys. “Pop music is kinda boring ya know.”

“I believe in you. You could probably make it a little spicier for yourself Mr Genius man.”

Your hand reaches into the box you stored your ornaments. You rustle the contents trying to find the one last thing that would complete the tree. Your hands cannot seem to find the points of the star for your tree. Rummaging, you realise that your star is missing. There is no angel for you to place too.

That will not do. Time is still on your side. You can get a star from the mall just down the street to finish it off.

Yoongi notices you grabbing your scarf and running around. His fingers curve into a different chord. A familiar tune begins to play the moment your feet step out of the living room; Baby it’s cold outside.

“Oh, don’t you dare.” You see his face growing into a gummy smile. “You know that song is a little questionable.”

“It was the forties. Besides, where are you going? Come and sit with me Tillie.”

His hand taps the space he made next to himself on the piano bench. You are tempted but the empty space on the tree gives you a pout on the lips.

“I got to go get a star for the tree.”

“Does it have to be a star?”

Your arms fold into each other. Yoongi is not a festive person, that much you know. His head is tilted waiting for your answer.

“No, but there should be something there. The tree looks empty without anything on it.”

Yoongi stands and pulls you towards him. He has his arms around you as if you both are about to break out into a slow dance. His forehead leans against yours as he pulls your scarf away. His cute little pout appears.

“But it’s cold outside and I want you here. Let me find something to put on there. Just stay here? Let me play you a song?”

Yoongi slowly tilts his head and lets it fall onto your shoulder. The weight spreads its warmth throughout your body. You had missed this.

“You sure you’ll find something to put at the top of the tree?”

“Yes. I’ll go buy a star myself of I can’t think of something to stick up there. Sit next to me?”

You lean into him. His warmth envelopes you.

“I miss you being right there next to me, Tillie.”

“Alright,” you sigh. “As long as you are sure you will get something on the top of that tree.”

His smile grows. His hand gently takes yours as he guides you over to the bench. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before hovering his hands over the keys.

He begins the song. His eyes close, feeling the song. You lean your head on his shoulder. His fingers stutters when the weight of your head leans on him. His smile is soft, appreciative. He is grateful for you being in his life. The candles that were put up on the table behind you flicker happily at the scene.

As for the star on the tree, Yoongi took some liberties with it. He took out his stash of photos of you and him. He picks a polaroid of you, smiling and in a laughter. His eyes are crinkling with a pride as he pastes it to on the top of the tree the next morning before you wake.

Much better than any angel or star, he thinks to himself. That picture was one of you, a previous Christmas, laughing at him for the less than desired breakfast in bed. Effort counts you guess. He steps back and looks at it while wondering how he can make that second attempt of that breakfast.

I imagine Seokjin as the kind of boyfriend who takes your perfume and sprays it on some sort of paper and stick it in his wallet or in his phone cover, so he can take it out and smell it whenever he misses you

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who would lean in when you turn your head, so when you turn back, your lips meet

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who will call up your family to learn your family recipes so he can replicate that when he cooks for you

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It seems that some writers have been very very hectic this month. You know, holidays, family things, school, Christmas time is very hectic. Some of these writers have not been able to submit their presents to you in time.

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