#ProtectionSquadPost-Its

#ProtectionSquadPost-Its

Inspired by all the bts protection squads on this blog!

Imagine pocket-sized you rushing and even almost tripping on your little feet around the dorm, carrying a rolled up post-it almost as big as you. In a couple days, the boys are flying out again to do another concert for their Epilogue Tour. You decided you were going to use this time to show your love to them before they leave you alone in the dorm again.

Every single day, for the past week, you’ve left little love note post-its for each member on different days. You still had another week ahead of you to go.

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What’s a Kiss? | Hoseok

Summary line: Childhood!Hoseok explores the meaning of a kiss with you

You were five years-old swinging arms with five year-old Hoseok. Hoseok’s parents had given five bucks to each of you to take out Hoseok’s dog, Mickey, to the backyard to let it go to the bathroom. You two have been standing around, just watching Mickey run around, chasing birds.

“Hey, Y/N?” Hoseok spoke up. You realized that Hoseok can’t go 3 minutes without coming up with something.

“Yes, Hoseok?”

“Do you know what a kiss is?” you tilted your head with a little pout as you thought about it.

“I think Peter Pan talked about one before. Why?”

“I heard it from Peter Pan too. Apparently it’s something someone gives to someone close to them. I was thinking, since you are my closest friend, I wanted to give one to you. But I don’t know where to get them.”

“You’re my closest friend too. I should give you one too. Let’s ask our mommy and daddy. I bet they know.”

“Okay. You ask your mommy and daddy, and I’ll ask mine. And when we get it, we’ll give it together, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Do you promise, Y/N?” Hoseok stopped and turned to you, sticking out his pinkie.

“I promise.” you curled your pinkie around his.

“Y/N!” you looked up from your hands in your lap to see Hoseok running over to you with a bright and dimpled smile.

“Why is your face red?” you sucked in your lips and put your head down even lower.

“I can give you a kiss now!” Hoseok yelled excitedly.

“I-I can too…” you stuttered.

“Y/N…” Hoseok bent down to look at you with a pout, “Do you not want to give me a kiss?”

You frowned at your friend’s pout, “No, I do.”

“Good. Here’s mine to you.” Hoseok leaned in and grabbed your hand.

He dropped a thimble in your hand. You just stared at it.

“Do you like it? My mommy dug her sewing box to find the best kiss for you!”

“I-I love it, your mommy worked hard. Thank you Hoseok.” It would seem that Hoseok’s parents told him about a different kiss than what yours told you.

“So where’s mine?”

“Uh…um…I left it at home.” Hoseok looked up behind you. You were sitting on the front steps of your home.

“So go get it.” you looked up and slowly nodded, holding the thimble tightly in your hand. You had Hoseok stay out while you went inside.

“Mommy! Where’s your sewing box?”

You sprinted down the sidewalk. It’s been years since you two exchanged thimbles, Hoseok went off to not just be your sunshine, but the whole world’s sunshine. He’s finally been able to spare a day to visit his childhood friend.

“Y/N!” Hoseok screamed with delight as he took his friend in with open arms. You smiled widely. It’s been years since you’ve seen him in person, hear him talk directly to you

“I missed you so much, Hoseok.” you sighed into his arms.

“I know you did.” Hoseok winked. You scrunched your face and wanted to push him away, but he held tighter to you, “I missed you too. I’ve wanted to see you for a long time now, but – “

“Yeah, I know, you’re a busy now, Mr. Sunshine Hobi.” you teased him and poked his nose. He rubbed his nose and laughed weakly, trying to get back to the point, “I missed you, Y/N. A lot.”

“Well, seven years is a long time.”

“It is. And, well, I think it’s time I told you something.”

“Hmm? What’s that?” you asked, starting to walk down the street with him to the local boba shop, but he reached out for your arm, stopping you.

“I realized that I’ve only ever given you a thimble.”

“H-Hoseok.”

“Even though I know what a kiss is now, and it’s NOT a thimble, I…I still want to give you one.” you gulped as Hoseok stepped closer to you, “And I bet with my life that this one will be better than anything I could have given you when I was five.” He brought his hand up to your cheek and pulled you in as he leaned in too. Your lips were slightly parted as they touched. It was light and sweet.

Hoseok intended for this to be quick, but the moment your lips met, he knew he didn’t want it to be short. He wrapped his arm around your waist, extending the kiss longer and pressing firmly against you, even bringing his tongue to meet yours in your mouth.

They finally drew apart, breaths quick and uneven.

“I gotta tell you, I actually knew what a kiss was when you gave me the thimble.” you confessed.

“What?! Then why didn’t you give me one? You didn’t want to?”

“I did, but you gave me a thimble! I couldn’t give you a kiss after that!” Hoseok’s hand on your cheek moved further to the back of your head, pulling your head forward to touch his forehead. (bless anyone’s chance to touch his forehead!)

"Then I think it’s only fair that you owe me two.”

To Hell and Back pt.3 | Jungkook

Greek mythology!bts / demigod!bts

Inspired by @kimnomster‘s fanart here, here, here, and here

Summary line: Jungkook will literally go to hell and back for you

Parts 2

It didn’t take long to travel to the Asphodel Meadows, and the biggest tree wasn’t hard to find. The only problem was when Hoseok opened up the trunk to reveal you.

“Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?” You had forgotten who you were, you forgot who Jungkook was. Jungkook jaw dropped slightly. He pulled you out of the trunk and into his arms, “Y/N. I’m Jungkook.” When he saw that you weren’t very responsive to your name or his, he glared at Hoseok, “Why doesn’t she remember anything?”

“Anyone who lives in the Asphodel Meadows must first drink from the River of Lethe. I didn’t give her any though; she’s not a permanent resident here. It must be this tree,” Hoseok touched the trunk, “This tree’s sustenance is the River of Lethe. It’s humid inside this trunk. The moisture must have gotten to her.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung stretched his hand out to deliver Jungkook the jug of ambrosia liquid. Jungkook quickly uncorked it and held it over your lips. You weakly tried to push away the jug, unsure if you should drink it. Who was this man with blood stained skin and armor? His body said warrior, his aura spilled wrath, and the only contradicting element to this person was the desperation in his eyes of having a lost lover.

“Please, Y/N. This will make you strong again.” Jungkook cooed and you finally gave in. When you had had your fill, your strength was recovered, but not your memories.

“Take her to the River of Mnemosyne to recover her memories.” Hoseok said. Jungkook carried you despite your quivering protests for the stranger to let go of you.

“I will never let go of you, Y/N. Save your breath.” Jungkook whispered harshly at you. He wasn’t mad at you, but this whole ordeal has been very frustrating for him. Namjoon sang in your ear, which helped you to relax in Jungkook’s arms, making the trip to the River of Mnemosyne a lot easier.

Jungkook sat down on the floor and set you down on his lap. He quickly took the sheath of his sword, ready to fill it up with the river beside him.

Taehyung and Namjoon were celebrating a little prematurely, dancing and singing quietly on the side so they wouldn’t draw much attention. But as luck would have it, Namjoon accidentally knocked into a soul who fell into the river.

“Oh my Zeus, I’m so sorry, sir!” Namjoon gasped as the man came out sputtering. He shook his head and climbed out of the water and rubbed the water out from his eyes. Jungkook was the first man he saw.

“You! You were the one who killed me and my men! The battle would have been ours if it wasn’t for your interference. You killed everyone on the battlefield!” The man exclaimed, the latent fury rising above again.

“No, your enemies were preparing seven catapults. You had more men but you had no resources on your side. If you attempted to find resources and build your own while letting your men face unnecessary battle, the outcome would have been the same, just long after I can end it.” Jungkook said without looking, unconcerned about the soul who now paid attention to him.

“You arrogant demigod. I will kill you!” The man took up Jungkook’s abandoned sword. Jungkook quickly emptied the sheath of the river’s liquid to hold off the sword. He was so close to helping you regain your memories. Jungkook’s teeth clenched at this extremely inconvenient disturbance.

Jungkook reached behind him for the shield on his back and brought it forward to hit the man on the head. The man stumbled backwards and looked up to see Jungkook already in position, ready for the fight. The man hollered as he ran towards Jungkook again with the sword up in the air. He attempted to strike Jungkook but Jungkook swung his shield to dodge the sword as well as push it away so he could punch the man.

“Quick, do something!” Taehyung yelled at Hoseok.

“I cannot interfere with the soul’s actions.” Hoseok shook his head. Taehyung watched helplessly as his friend continued to fight with the man of vengeful spirt. Despite Jungkook being much stronger, agile, and better fighter, vengeance was a strong motivator for the man to keep going.

Taehyung took the edge of his cloak and dipped it into the river.

“Y/N, please open up. This will help you remember who you are.” You looked at Taehyung and then at Jungkook. You hesitantly opened your mouth and let the drops of river fall into your mouth.

At that moment, everything came back to you.

The way Jimin’s eyes uncharacteristically lit up like flashes of lightning, the dirt sign you drew quickly before the inevitable, and the next thing you knew, you were cocooned in a tree trunk with the air cold. But the humidity was strong, so strong that you slowly slipped into weakness, confusion and forgetfulness until there was absolutely nothing.

None of that mattered at this moment though. What mattered was that the love of your life was fighting off a vengeful spirit.

The battle was quickly drawing attention. Namjoon’s music could only hold off the souls from the breaking point to join in, but waves of vengeance were rolling off of the crowd, creating a bigger crowd at every second the feelings of vengeance would influence souls in passing.

You looked beyond to see the River of Lethe across the way. You scrambled over there, passing by the crowd of souls who ignored you, despite Taehyung’s request to stay put. You reached around your neck for your pendant’s knot. The large pendant was the shape of a circular, concave shield. You scooped up some of the river into the back of your pendant and stood standby the fight. You waited for the perfect opportunity where Jungkook saw you and forced the man to go backwards, closer to you.

At the opportune moment, it was if you two had previously planned it. Jungkook lunged forward and held the man’s wrist, locking it. He sheathed the sword as you wrapped your arm around the man’s neck, putting him into a headlock. Jungkook grabbed the man’s jaw to open it and you forced the man to drink the water from the river.

The man’s muscles grew slack and his eyes glazed over. The two of you let go of him. Jungkook quickly pulled you behind him and kept his shield up as he handed you his sword and sheath. Namjoon was now back in control of the crowd, having everyone slowly go back into their ways.

“I can’t believe Jimin had the audacity to kidnap you. What was his point, anyway?” Seokjin shook his head as he hammered iron into shape. Jungkook had brought you to the home of his blacksmith, Seokjin. He was the son of Hephaestus and Aphrodite. It was quite obvious to everyone that he took after Aphrodite; it was almost suspicious if he was Hephaestus’ son at all. But with his natural potential in craftsmanship at a young age, Hephaestus was willing to compromise as long as Seokjin would learn the art of blacksmith by his side. As the son of Ares, Jungkook grew close with this beautiful blacksmith. He was a kind and humble man, except for when it was about his beauty.

Seokjin immediately settled you both down. In 10 minutes, Jungkook’s armor and weapons were clean. You had a blanket wrapped around you and hot soup in front of you. Jungkook stood in front of Seokjin’s forge, where there was the never-ending fire.

“No idea. I thought he was completely over the fact that Y/N chose me. I’m going to kill him, and then I’m going to ask him.” Jungkook tightened his fist.

“No, Jungkook. This wasn’t Jimin’s doing.” Everyone looked at you and Jungkook walked over to sit down beside you.

“What do you mean it wasn’t him? Then why’d you draw half a caduceus?”

“That was to tell you who took me, but it wasn’t his fault. He was under the influence.”

“Of who?” Jungkook’s blood began to boil. He was already mad at Jimin in the first place. Now that he knew his anger may be misdirected, he was even angrier. Jimin wasn’t exactly his close friend ever since Y/N chose him over Jimin, but at least Jimin remained on civil terms that were borderline friendly. It wasn’t fair that Jimin was used like this.

“Zeus.” You sighed, looking at your soup. You recalled those flashes of lightning in Jimin’s eyes once more.

“Your father? What is he doing, telling people to kidnap his daughter?” Taehyung asked.

“There’s been talk in Olympus that Zeus and Hera’s home has been thundering. They’ve been fighting but no one really knows why.” Seokjin said as his eyes were trained on the yellow-hot metal.

“With Hera, it’s always going to be about Zeus’ infidelity. But why bring this up now? You’ve been claimed by him since day one.” Namjoon shrugged. He strummed along to the beat of Seokjin’s hammer strikes on the metal, earning a friendly grin from the beautiful man with course hands.

“Y/N…who’s your mother?” Jungkook asked you. You glanced up at Jungkook and then back to your bowl, not that you were really trying to avoid his gaze.

“I don’t think my mother is who she says she is, and I have an idea of who my mother might be, I just don’t want to jump to conclusions just yet. I think my mother is Metis. Athena is Zeus’ favorite daughter, it’s already a sting to Hera that it was not a son or daughter born from her. Chalk up another offspring to Metis on Zeus’ scoreboard, Hera’s probably not having any of this again. 

“Zeus can’t outwardly do anything to help me, since everything is still speculation. It’s possible that he chose Jimin to hide me because he is the son of Hermes. He would have ways to close Argos eyes, and since he’s a psychopomp who travels the whole world to guide the dead into the underworld, it’s not suspicious that he visits the underworld often. The exact person Hera wants dead; it’s unimaginable to hide the person she wants dead at the exact place that holds dead people.” You looked up to see Jungkook’s jaw jumping. 

He was tired of this. It’s been over 72 hours since he’s shed any blood. All he needed now was revenge on the person who took you away from him, whoever it was. The one who took you away from him, held you hostage in the underworld, the one who forced him to use his connections to travel down to the underworld and back, and the instigator of his secret heartbreak when you couldn’t recognize him.

Seokjin finally dipped the metal in cold water, breaking the silence with a loud hiss from the cooling metal. He wiped it down and handed Jungkook a new sharp sword.

“I’m done talking. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Starting with Jimin.”

A/N: Don’t think Seokjin’s mother as Aphrodite is a surprise, or the fact that Hephaestus may or may not be his son, but how about the fact that he’s a blacksmith though?! How will Jungkook ever settle a battle that’s not even in his power or place to fight? Anyways, enjoy! Last member to reveal themselves is the one and only Jimin!

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To Hell and Back p.1 | Jungkook

Greek mythology!bts / demigod!bts

 Inspired by @kimnomster‘s fanart here, here, here, and here

Summary line: Jungkook will literally go to hell and back for you

Red isn’t just the color of blood. It’s the color of wrath. The color of war. It’s the only color Jungkook sees as he stands up from his kneeling position from his last strike down on the enemy. Everything was red: the hills, the fire, the countless bodies and discarded shields and weapons that are stuck in the corpse. Smoke filled the open space all around him, and it felt hotter than the underworld. Actually, that is false, but he wouldn’t know; he’s never been to the underworld, he only sends people there.

All in a day’s work. He tells himself, walking away from the lifeless battlefield. Everything is still red. Not just all around him, but on him as well. The blood of his enemies is smeared on his skin, stained on his armor and shield, and the liquid is still hot at the tip of his spear. And despite the last 72 hours he spent coursing through the field, twisting his spear into the bellies of every warrior, blood lust still courses through his veins.

Don’t get him wrong. He never starts anything, but at any fight he’s involved in, you can be sure he’s the one to finish them. The blood lust, the never-ending hunger to see his favorite color, that’s all in his blood; that’s what you get for being the son of Ares.

It’s no secret that Jungkook despises mere mortals. Mere mortals engage in epic battles, but for what?  Pathetic and absurd reasons to the eyes of Jungkook. For glory and honor? You can’t take it with you. For land and assets? You will never stop fighting to retain it in your possession. For a woman Aphrodite claims was the most beautiful woman in the world? Eh, to Jungkook she was only an 8.

That’s why he finishes every battle, they were all useless and troublesome, they might as well end. Ares tells him of what battle must come to an end and Jungkook is the first of his children to strap on his armor. He was a complicated man. 

He loved the battlefield, he loved the blood. But he hated the stupidity involved and couldn’t wait for it to end. Every man he fought was not up to par. In the heat of battle, most men tend to forget common sense and lash out aggressively without tact. He could see the fear in many of the young pairs of eyes, but he only thought, if you didn’t want to be here, you should just stay home. However, many have no choice and they send them off to battle anyway. Such a waste of blood.

Give him a good reason to fight, a smart man to oppose, that’s when he feels like there’s something to fight for. But don’t you ever tell him he’s irrational in his pickiness, it’ll be the last words you’ll ever say.

Lucky for the both of you, you have better sense than that. You are his one and only solace from the battlefield. It’s only when he’s with you, does his blood lust give out. It was really a rare sight to see; almost no one can live to tell the tale of how Jungkook’s tense muscles relax only when you’re around.

You were a smart woman. Jungkook would have pegged you as Athena’s daughter, if it wasn’t for Zeus’ claim on you the day you were born. Your eyes held intuition and your lips only poured words of wisdom of strategy. Maybe Jungkook would like to check on that paternity test; or maybe a maternity test to double check your relations with Athena because your mother may not really be who she says she is, who knows? Zeus is pretty loose about where he chooses to strike his lightning bolts. 

But by the looks of Athena’s strict stone eyes, the only close physical contact Zeus would ever get to have with Athena is when she came out from his head. But Athena also saw the resemblance in you. She usually chooses warriors to patron, but you happen to be one of the fair few women she claims under her wings as a patron. Though, you are not a warrior, you are a strategist like she is.

~•~

Jungkook has finally returned home. His feet would be sorer from the walk home if he wasn’t already used to it; his skin is too thick to feel pain. But any possibility of pain is forgotten. His senses are on alert, because it took him a split second to see you weren’t home. Chairs overturned, tables shifted from its spot. The pot your lovely fern you’ve spent 4 months cultivating in is shattered into pieces.

Jungkook senses no need to draw his sword; he already knows no one’s here. But he does so anyway because his blood is boiling at the mere thought of how you, a peaceful strategist, would ever have to fight your way out of someone’s arms in the comfort of your own home.

Your name thunders from the confines of the walls of your home, out from the open windows, and frightening the sheep into frenzy out in the neighboring field. He steps out of the house, his head whipping back and forth to find any living creature to slice his sword through.

In 5 seconds, every sheep’s white wool is stained in red and he mindlessly drops his bag of gold coins on the field to reimburse the owner threefold.

He stalks off in search of watchful eyes.

~•~

“Argos!” Jungkook’s roar shakes the cave of where the many-eyed giant resides.

“Jungkook.” Argos reveals himself from behind a bed of rocks. At the tone of Argos’ voice, Jungkook’s eyes have already narrowed.

“You sound surprised that I am here.” He says with clenched teeth.

“Yes, I’m quite surprised that I’m surprised. But not very surprised, seeing how I have just awoken, so it makes sense.”

“You have four eyes, they are never closed at the same time. Not since the incident with Io.”

“You’re right. Huh, surprising, isn’t it?”

“Stop saying that!” Jungkook’s fury is quickly ripping through the seams of his patience.

“I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who’s taken her. There’s no use in killing me.” The giant attempts to persuade Jungkook as he cautiously taps Jungkook’s spear point downwards from the perfect killing strike.

“But I do see something. You were probably too busy slicing sheep to notice.” It must be something you left.

“You better talk fast.” Jungkook said, his strength rising above the giant’s finger on his spear.

“Your poor neighboring shepherd is sobbing while he’s collecting your coins, by the way.”

“The point.” Jungkook raised his voice as does his spear, making his own point.

“Under the shattered pottery, lies a sign in the dirt.”

“What’s the sign?”

“Half of a caduceus.”

It would make sense. Hermes was the one who first and only one who has charmed Argos’ eyes to close when freeing Io. But from the information he currently has on Hermes, he’s too busy guiding a man across an ocean. Hermes may be a trickster and easily bored most of the time, but there really is no rhyme or reason as to why he would choose to kidnap you. It’s not Hermes, then who? Half a caduceus could possibly mean you didn’t have the time to finish the second half, seeing how you were too busy trying to fend for yourself. But you were a quick artist, one of the many gifts bestowed on you by Athena.

He had left Argos’ mountain, to sought after Athena, to see if she knew anything about her missing apprentice.

But by his fifth step, his legs gave out and his eyes weighed heavier than any shield he’s ever held. He drifted off.

Jungkook stood in the middle of your home. How did he get here? Where were you? That’s right. You’ve been kidnapped. Jungkook let out a frustrated yell. What is going on?!

“Stop yelling. I’m here to help, damn you.” Jungkook’s head whipped at the sound of a slow and raspy voice. He saw Yoongi in his shimmering white cloak that looked as evanescent as smoke, but as graceful as a feather. Yoongi had a silver laurel that sat above his blond hair which its bangs were low and nearly covering Yoongi’s sleepy eyes. At the presence of Yoongi, he knows he’s dreaming.

“Where did she go, hyung?” Jungkook’s voice raised. Yoongi only closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, trying to calm down.

“I’m serious, if your voice is any louder than 60 decibels, I’m out.” Yoongi opened his eyes and glared. Jungkook maybe a wrathful demigod, but even Yoongi’s glare can give Jungkook’s own glare a run for his money.

“I’m sorry. What are we doing here?”

“Look at the sign she left for you.” Yoongi nodded over to the broken pottery and dirt. Jungkook walked over and squatted down to inspect it. By first glance, it really did just look like a mess. Jungkook moved away the pieces, careful not to ruin your work to see exactly as Argos said: half a caduceus.

“What am I looking for?” Yoongi rolled his eyes and walked over to his young friend.

“Why do you think she only drew half a caduceus? What is her point?” Jungkook attempted to keep his patience, but Yoongi spoke in riddles, and your drawing was no help to that. But at the thought of you, at the thought of your hard work, he was willing to think it through.

“Half of Hermes. The person who took her is a demigod.” Jungkook realized.

“Correct. Now, what demigod of Hermes do we actually know who would have any rhyme or reason to kidnap her?” Jungkook looked at Yoongi and breathed, “Jimin.”

“Hoseok told me that Jimin hid her in the underworld. Jimin had bribed Hoseok with fifteen thieving souls in exchange to conceal her whereabouts.” Yoongi finally gave Jungkook the first good news he’s heard all day. It slightly calmed him down although not really, because you’re now in the goddamn underworld.

“Why would Hoseok tell you this?” Jungkook asked him.

“Hoseok hasn’t been getting much good sleep lately. The souls of the underworld give him more of a headache than he’s willing to mention to his father. He asked for at least a week’s worth of beautiful dreams in exchange, some information. She’s a nice girl, I’d hate to see her stay too long in the underworld, you know? The longer you stay down there, the more your soul wears out. She may be a daughter of Zeus, but she is a mortal offspring, unlike us.” Jungkook shook his head of the idea you are just lying in the pits of the underworld, having your soul slowly give out as the rest of the wandering souls attempt to have you join them. Jimin has taken it too far.

“What should I do now? How do I get down there?” Yoongi shrugs at Jungkook’s questions.

“I don’t know. I’ve helped you this far. Your turn.” And with that, Yoongi disappeared and Jungkook woke up, still five steps away from the bottom of Argos’ mountain.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook ran to find his friend in the Apollo temple. Taehyung is easy to spot, even if he didn’t turn around. Taehyung’s collar and sandal wraps glowed an orange-yellowish hue, making him recognizable even in the darkest moments.

“Hey there, Jungkook! Wow, you look awful.” Taehyung looked at his friend who still hasn’t washed away the old blood from his most recent war. 

Taehyung is quite the jubilant demigod, even if he is the keeper of plagues. He enjoyed coming up with songs about sickness and wrote requiems for every epidemic. That makes him a very contradicting man, but that’s one of the many reasons he and Jungkook got along so well. But as much as he got along with Jungkook, he was also on great terms with Jimin.

“Taehyung, you have to help me. Jimin kidnapped Y/N and now she’s confined in the underworld.”

“Jimin? I just saw the guy two days ago. He asked to borrow my cloak of concealment I got from my dad.” Two days? Two days?! Is that how long he had you in the underworld? Mere mortals can only last 36 hours. Lucky for you, your half-divine bloodline status bought you an extra 60 hours from that.

“Do you have any ambrosia?” Jungkook asked quickly.

“I don’t, but my half-brother does. He’s around here somewhere, I’ll go ask him.” Taehyung rushed away in search for his half-brother.

“Jimin, when I get my hands on you…” Jungkook’s fist clenched, drawing blood in his own hands. If he didn’t see red in the next second, he might have to offer a couple thousand sacrifices to Apollo for shedding the innocent blood of the nearby worshipers in Apollo’s temple.

A/N: planning 2-3 parts to this I think. namjoon and seokjin have yet to appear, but of course i will never forget them. wanna guess who their parents are?

Part 2

Cereal (Mood) Killer

For @marianasphan:

Imagine pocket-sized you climbing on a paper towel dispenser so you could jump onto a cereal box. You were feeling helpful so you decided were going to help the sleepy Namjoon open up his cereal for him. At the same moment you pried the cardboard tab away from the slit, you saw the shadow of Namjoon’s hand looming over you. He flicked the cardboard open and you fell into the cereal. You yelped, but he didn’t hear you as you tumbled in the box, but tumbled out just as quickly into the bowl. You scrambled your way up from the sea of cereal, only to be splashed by a wave of milk.

You figured Namjoon meant to pull away the carton when you heard him gasp in surprise to see you in his bowl, but his uncoordinated body told him the opposite and he tipped the carton more, turning the milk wave into a tsunami and the bowl overflowed. You climbed out of the bowl as he reached over for a paper towel but the cereal box was in his way and it quickly tipped over and spilled over the dining table.

He apologized profusely as he finally grabbed a paper towel to fold it up and cloak it over you like a towel. You hurled the cereal on the top of your head at his nose. That was the last time you helped him open a cereal box.

A Couple of KimDaily

Imagine pocket-sized you tilting your mouth to the side as you looked in the mirror.  Namjoon has taken it upon himself to dress you this morning, calling it his KimDaily Project. Luckily, pocket-sized clothes were limited to the choices in your closet, but that didn’t stop him from being creative about mix-and-matching your ensemble into something you’ve never thought of putting together.

He had you dress in your multi-color striped leggings and a red t-shirt with denim shorts overalls over it. He topped you off with a red fisherman’s hat. You looked at the mirror from yourself to the dimpled man’s expectant face. You sighed, thanking him for choosing your clothes today.

He told you that he wasn’t done, which made your eyes widen like the size of golf balls. You didn’t know what else he could do with this. He left you standing there, telling you to wait patiently.

In a few minutes, he emerged from his room, wearing long multi-colored socks, a red t-shirt with denim overalls over it, a red fisherman’s hat.

Your lips twitched a smile when he blushed and explained that it took him a while to find clothes you owned that were similar to his. He needed an ensemble that wasn’t exactly normally matched, in case there were other people who would dress the same. Now you two exclusively match, like couples.