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last updated: 8.25.21

⤑ Oneshots

snow day

↳ strangers au | fluff | 1.6k

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⤑ Oneshots

happy birthday!

↳ friends to lovers au | a whole lot of fluff, soft yoongi | 3.7k

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⤑ Drabbles

dance practice 

↳ established relationship au | fluff, idol!jimin, slight angst | 900+

⤑ Series

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⤑ Oneshots

coming home

↳ established relationship au | fluff, idol!taehyung | 1.6k

⤑ Drabbles

late night

↳ established relationship au | fluff | 700+

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Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: A whole lot of fluff, soft Yoongi, 13+

Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy

Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Summary: It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.

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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.

The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.

Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.

The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”

“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.

Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.

“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.

He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.

Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.

Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.

Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.

If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.

“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.

“What’s up?”

You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”

Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”

You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.

Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.

Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.

“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.

Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.

Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.

Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

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You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.

“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.

“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.

About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.

After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.

He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.

“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.

You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys -- plus Minah -- that planned this surprise party for you.

“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.

“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.

Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.

The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.

That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.

At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.

“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.

So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.

Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.

“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.

“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.

You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.

“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.

“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”

This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.

Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.

“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.

Dear Y/N,

I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.

P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.

You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.

“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.

You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.

“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.

“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.

“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.

“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.

You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.

Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.

This was officially the best birthday ever.

Snow Day

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, 13+

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Namjoon takes a walk on a snowy day and decides to spend the day getting to know you.

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Namjoon looked outside the window of the empty bookstore, taking in the sight of the small flurries of snow falling to the ground. It was hard not to admire them, each individual snowflake different from the rest. Pretty intriguing actually, if you asked him. It wasn’t snowing that much right now, but there was a huge blizzard the night before. How he got through the streets to get to the bookstore he was sitting in now was beyond him.

Deciding he’d spent enough time sitting at this table, he put a bookmark in between the pages he was reading and stood up to leave, but not before saying goodbye to the workers at the front desk while wishing them safe travels back to their houses.

Stepping out into the snow wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. The sound of the crunching of the snow beneath his feet filled his ears, giving him satisfaction. Although it was cold, it was a perfect day to take a walk, so that’s exactly what he did.

While he took a detour through the park, Namjoon started to look around at his surroundings. The path he walked on had trees towering over it, all of them covered with white snow. This was by far his favorite view. The way the winter stripped the trees completely of their leaves, signaling the end of an era. Soon, the spring would come and give life to those trees once again while new leaves made their homes on their bare branches.

The ground on which he walked was covered in a sheet of snow. Namjoon could tell no one had walked through here today, since his footprints were the only ones he could see. One of his hands reached up to pull his mask off of his face, his nose taking in a deep breath of cold air despite the freezing weather. That’s when he spotted the park benches, which were covered with a thin layer of snow. He made his way over to one of them and took a seat, not worrying about the snow getting the bottom of his coat wet.

Of course he was cold, but he enjoyed this moment of fresh air he was getting. Namjoon’s busy schedule almost never gave him this much time throughout the week, so he wanted to bask in this beautiful and snowy Sunday morning. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the sound of the wind blowing lightly.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A soft voice pulled him out of his trance. His eyes opened to see someone standing in front of him. You had your arms crossed over a thick winter jacket, your legs wrapped in sweatpants, and to finish the look, black Ugg boots on your feet. Your face was clearly visible to him, and so were your red nose and cheeks.

Namjoon wondered why you didn’t choose to sit on one of the other five benches that were empty, but he nodded anyway and moved over to make space. You sighed and sat down, immediately sticking your hands in your pockets. Silence surrounded you two for a moment. He didn’t mind, the silence was a comforting one.

It was when you spoke up that the silence was finally broken. “What are you doing out here in the cold?”

“I thought I’d enjoy my free time and get some fresh air before I go back to working.” He glanced at you to find that you were already looking up at him. Your already red cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of red once you realized that he was looking back at you.

“What do you work as?” You asked him, seeming genuinely interested in what he did for a living. Usually no one was really interested in Namjoon’s work life, so this really came as a surprise to him. People in this town usually liked to keep to themselves. So you had a conversation about his job as a music producer, his hectic schedule, and the fact that he was finally on his long awaited two month break, starting tomorrow.

“Sounds like a lot of work.” He nodded, a soft smile plastered onto his face. “And it’s good that you love what you do, there’s not many people who follow their dreams like that.”

He looked down at you, a surprised look finding its way onto his face once again. It was something about the way you said it that caught the boy’s attention. You sounded...sad. As if you had a dream, but weren’t able to pursue it.

You were noticeably shivering in this cold weather, and he couldn’t blame you. You’d been sitting out here for about twenty minutes already, and the temperature was definitely in the single digits.

“Do you want to get some coffee?” Namjoon listened as you let out a sigh of relief, nodding eagerly. He guessed that you wanted to get out of this cold just as much as he did. Plus, you were good company. He wouldn’t mind taking some more time off of work.

You both stood up and started down the snowy path until you got to a local coffee shop. The interior was almost empty, only a few customers scattered around the shop. The two of you walked up to the counter and placed your orders. Before you could even think to pull out your wallet, Namjoon took out his credit card and paid for both of your drinks. As much as you protested, he insisted that you didn’t pay for anything.

The two of you sat across from each other at a booth in the corner of the shop, your coffees in hand. Thankfully it was warmer in here, but it was nice to look out at the snowy view outside of the window. Namjoon could see the few people that left their houses walk hurriedly to their cars or nearby stores, desperately trying to get away from the cold. His gaze shifted back to the girl in front of him, who was staring back at him in disbelief.

“It’s so weird to be sitting in this cafe with a complete stranger.” You let out a laugh as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I’m Namjoon, what’s your name?”

The red in your cheeks came back, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold this time. “Y/N.”

“There you go, now I’m not a stranger.” The ends of his lips turned up in a playful smirk. It was honestly adorable how you instantly became flustered because of how close his face was to you. Not only that, but you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the dimples that made themselves known on both of his cheeks. Namjoon leaned back in his chair and grabbed a napkin, writing his phone number on it with a random pen he found in his pocket.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

    - I think we’re past strangers at this point (by the way, it’s Namjoon)

He watched as you eyed the numbers written on the thin sheet of paper, a small smile making its way onto your lips. It was just now that he noticed how cute your smile was.

“I meant to ask you this earlier, but what’s your dream?” Namjoon asked you, causing you to freeze for a second. You folded up the napkin and put it in your pocket as you thought about the question he had asked you.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You looked at him warily. After he promised he wouldn’t make fun of you, you continued. “I’ve always wanted to be a photographer.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. But he could tell you got the wrong idea, since your face was twisting in worry. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“No no, I’m not making fun of you. I just think that photography is really cool. I have a camera I like to take pictures on too.”

“I think it’s amazing how, by using a camera, the most beautiful moments in life can be captured and saved forever. The way the world’s beauty is seen from a small lens is something that can’t be copied or plagiarized.” Your eyes sparkled as you went on about photography, and it was the cutest look Namjoon had probably ever seen. He could already feel his lips turning up into a smile as he watched you talk about your passion.

“Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?”

There weren’t many people who had a mind like yours anymore. The way you saw art for more than just some pictures on a screen, it was something he hadn’t seen in a really long time.

“I wish I could follow my dream like you, but I’m too scared of failure.” Your voice grew softer as you moved your gaze to look at the snow flurries on the other side of the window. Reaching his hand out towards you, Namjoon placed it gently on your forearm, which made you look back at him with glossy eyes.

“If you do fail, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you pick yourself back up and keep trying. Success can’t exist without failure.” You smiled at his words, mumbling a small ‘thank you’.

“Walk me home?”

The two of you walked back through the snowy streets, the flurries finally having stopped from earlier. Throughout the walk, you talked about random topics that just popped into your heads. He learned little things about you, like that you were a night person, you’re allergic to carrots, and that you once accidentally killed your pet goldfish when you were seven. Before either of you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment building.

You looked down, biting your lip as if in deep thought. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but he was met with your lips on his cheek.

His eyes grew wide.

You smiled while starting to back away towards the doors. “Get home safe, Namjoon. It was nice to meet you.”

That was the last thing you said to him before disappearing into the tall building.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this, this is my first time posting my stories to Tumblr so bear with me! More stories to come :)

Writing fic is 80% daydreaming 19% sitting with bad posture 1% typing

Dance Practice

Pairing: Jimin x f!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin, slight angst

Word Count: 977

Summary: You comfort a stressed Jimin after he breaks down during practice.

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“우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터

모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you (let me love, let me love you)”

The music playing through the speakers came to a soft end, Jimin’s melodic voice fading into silence. The man in front of you didn’t stop his movements, however, he continued dancing without the background track. That’s the thing with Jimin, your boyfriend never stopped moving his body even after the song ended, he always wanted to continue practicing the parts he thought he messed up on. The other boys were down in the building’s café getting something to eat, and although they had invited the Busan boy, he declined, wanting to spend some more time going over his solo before the show in a few days. So from your spot on the practice room floor, you watched as he went over the choreography over and over.

Jimin had made the practice room his home for the past week, going over every song on Bangtan’s setlist until he perfected the choreography. You worried about him sometimes, since he had a tendency to skip his meals whenever a show was approaching just to practice. But no matter what you did to help, you couldn’t always get Jimin to let himself rest.

“Jimin, it’s been an hour since practice ended and you haven’t even sat down for five minutes to rest.” Your voice was laced with worry as you spoke out to the boy in front of you. You loved that your boyfriend was so dedicated to his work, but you wished he would take care of himself too. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to him because he wasn’t resting or eating properly.

But Jimin ignored your words, continuing to go over a part of the dance he was still struggling with. You let out a sigh, watching the man with worry in your eyes. The worry soon turned into panic once you saw his legs give out and his body hit the floor, the entire scene seeming to play out in slow motion.

“Jimin!” You shot up from where you once sat, rushing over to your boyfriend who was currently laying on the floor in pain. Kneeling next to him, you took his face in your hands and noticed he was dripping with sweat. Your eyes scanned his body for any injuries, but you found none that were visible. But you knew exactly what happened, the boy had overworked his body to the point where his legs couldn’t support his weight anymore. You cursed under your breath.

“I’m fine,” Jimin’s voice was strained as he spoke. He was clearly in no condition to continue dancing, but he still tried to stand back up anyway. This only caused his body to fall back down once he tried to get back on his legs.

“Jimin, I think you should take a break-“

“I said I’m fine!” You immediately went silent. One thing you knew about Jimin was that he rarely got angry, but when he did, he was the scariest of all the members. But even when he was angry, he never raised his voice at you. Ever. You were shocked to say the least, scared of what he might do if you tried to speak to him again.

Part of you understood where this outburst came from. Jimin had been practicing that song for hours without any breaks, and all the frustration he was feeling got to him. The show was in three days and he was beyond stressed. He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at you, and he felt extremely guilty for doing so, but he wasn’t in control of his emotions right now. He didn’t mean the way he spoke to you at all.

So his anger turned into tears instead, tears of stress, anger, and guilt. You immediately pushed your thoughts aside once you saw his body trembling as he cried, realizing that he needed you right now. So you were back at his side, gently pulling his head to your chest while letting him cry. You ran a hand through his sweaty black hair, knowing that the action was soothing to him. His hand grasped at your shirt as his tears soaked through the fabric, but you didn’t care. Jimin needed something tangible to hold onto, and you were just that for him.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” He spoke, his voice cracking slightly as his sobs started to subside. “I didn’t mean it.”

You only shushed him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “It’s okay, Jiminie. Look at me.” The boy looked up at you, his puffy eyes meeting yours. “You’re perfect, okay? I know you might not think so sometimes but your fans love you for who you are. They know how hard you work and they would love your performance even if you did happen to mess up. They just want you to take care of yourself, just like the boys and I do.”

The boy nodded, letting your words sink in. It was hard to break the habit of wanting to perfect everything, especially for someone like him who was always hard on himself when he made even one mistake. But he was glad he had you in his life to keep him grounded and to keep him from overworking himself.

“Can we get ramen with everyone else?” You smiled, nodding at his simple request. Standing up first, you wrapped your arm around your boyfriend’s waist and wrapped his around your shoulders to help him stand. The two of you slowly made your way down to the café, where the rest of the boys were waiting with smiles on their faces. They gestured to the two empty seats at their table, two fresh packs of ramen waiting for you and Jimin.

Coming Home

Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!taehyung

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Taehyung comes back home from being on tour to find you asleep with his hoodie in your arms.

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Your eyes danced along the screen as they followed the boy on the video’s every movement. Every step he took, every move he made, it all entranced you so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. There was a loving smile on your face that only grew with every melodic word your boyfriend sang. Sometimes, whenever he looked directly at the camera, you felt that he was looking at you and singing those sweet words to you. And all of it only made you miss him more.

Ever since your boyfriend Taehyung left with his group for their international tour, you’ve been feeling really lonely. On days he didn’t have practice, he would always sleep over at your apartment and spend as much time with you as he could. When he did have practice, he’d go straight to your place after, no matter how exhausted he was. You loved his company more than anything, and now that he was gone, you had to settle for watching him dance and sing on your laptop screen. You mentally thanked everyone who uploaded fancams of him.

Of course, you and Taehyung facetimed almost daily. He always called you before you went to sleep, and the two of you would talk about each other’s day. You knew it wasn’t the same as being with him, but you still loved hearing his voice before you slept. The only thing you were looking forward to was seeing him again, and when you did, you were never going to let go.

So as you watched a fancam of him at one of his most recent concerts in America, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You just wished he were here right now, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms. A few tears escaped past your eyelids before you could try to push them down, a sob following soon after.

The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your thoughts, your hands reaching up to wipe your tears as you looked down at the caller ID. Taehyung was facetiming you. You quickly cleared your throat and wiped whatever remaining tears you had before answering the call.

“Hey, beautiful,” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speakers of your phone, finally being able to see the boxy smile you missed so much as his face came into view.

“Hey Tae,” As soon as you spoke, the boxy smile that was once on his face turned down into a frown while he moved his eye closer to the camera on his phone. Once he heard the lack of enthusiasm and the slight crack in your voice, he knew you’d been crying before he called you.

“What’s wrong?” You could never hide your emotions from him, he always knew when you were upset. But that’s what you loved about him, that as soon as he picked up on your change in emotion, his first instinct was to comfort you.

You shrugged, putting on your best smile for him. The last thing you wanted was to make Taehyung worry while he was on tour. “I’m okay Tae, I just miss you.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened. Although he loved performing for his fans, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in bed with you. He couldn’t wait to be back in your arms after being away from you for so long. But that’s what kept him going while on stage, the thought of each passing day being one day closer to coming home to you.

“I miss you too, baby. I promise I’ll be home soon.” But what you didn’t know was that soon would be sooner than you thought. Anyway, his voice and his words soothed you enough to stop you from crying any further. You simply reminded yourself that Taehyung would be coming home soon, and that you two would finally be together before you knew it.

You spent another half hour talking to him about the concert he had that day, and you told him about the recent k-drama you started watching. He promised you that when he got home, he’d watch it with you. But of course, you wouldn’t believe his words until he pinky promised you.

After the call ended, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d been fighting sleep in order to have the chance to talk to Taehyung today, and now that you did, you could finally go to sleep peacefully. You reached over to grab the hoodie Taehyung gave you that was laying on your desk chair, hugging it to your chest as you tucked yourself under your covers. Soon, you fell asleep breathing in Taehyung’s scent.

Meanwhile, Taehyung, who was exhausted and excited at the same time, thanked his driver as the car pulled up in front of the familiar building. He had asked his driver to take him to your apartment an hour after he and the boys got back to the dorm, which was where he called you from. But you didn’t know he was back a week early from touring, and he wanted to keep it that way so he could surprise you.

The boy made his way into your building, stopping to briefly say hi to the doorman, who was already used to Taehyung just walking into the building. He knew that whenever the idol was here, he was there to see you, so he just let him up without hesitation. Taehyung was thankful for that.

The elevator took a good ten seconds to take him up to your floor, and he was standing in front of your door in no time. Putting in the door code you entrusted him with, he walked in expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching your k-drama, but all he saw was all of the lights turned off. Taehyung thought quickly and used his phone’s flashlight to find his way up to your room, which was only illuminated by the light shining from your bedside lamp. Then he saw you, and his heart immediately swelled. Light snores filled the room as you slept, your arms hugging the hoodie he gave you.

As quietly as he could, he walked into the room and towards the bed. He tried his best not to move you as he climbed into bed with you, making sure to take a picture of you sleeping with his hoodie before he did so. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist while leaning over to look at you, his head dipping down to press his lips onto your cheek. But this action caused you to wake up from your sleep, confused as to who was kissing you while you were sleeping.

Taehyung looked down at you with loving eyes as he watched you wake up fully, your eyes widening when you turned your body to see your boyfriend in person.

“Tae,” You breathed out, your body losing its tiredness once you laid eyes on the person you’d been missing the most. He smiled widely when you turned around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

His deep chuckle filled your ears, the sound being so much more different in person than from your laptop’s speakers. You couldn’t believe he was here right now, when you thought he was overseas for the next week.

“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you hugged the other close, your arms holding onto him tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

“Is this real? Are you really you?” You couldn’t help but think this was all just a dream, some imagined reality stemming from your longing to see your boyfriend again. But the feeling of his hands slowly stroking your back confirmed that this was, in fact, real.

“Yes, love. I’m really here.” Taehyung thought the way you clung onto him was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The hug lasted another moment before you pulled away enough to look at his face, your hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks.

You took a moment to study his features, your thumb lightly brushing over his one double eyelid, the mole under his right eye, the one on his nose, all the way down to his bottom lip. One thing you absolutely adored about him was his uneven eyelids, his left one being a double eyelid while his right one was monolid. Taehyung felt insecure about it sometimes, complaining to you how he thought it was weird that his eyes weren’t symmetrical. But you reassured him that it was your favorite part about him, along with the boxy smile you loved so much. He was so beautiful to you.

Taehyung was lost in your eyes as he felt your touch along his face, highlighting all of your favorite features on him. With every touch, his body filled with this intense feeling of euphoria, one he always felt when the two of you were having intimate moments like this. He was so in love with you that it hurt.

The ends of your lips turned up into a soft smile, your eyes meeting his dark ones. Your foreheads rested against each other for a single moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow, but filled with so much longing, so much passion, so much love. Through that kiss, you could feel all of the love he had for you, and how much he missed you while he was away. He could taste your dried tears on the corners of your mouth, his heart hurting while knowing that you were crying because he wasn’t there to be with you. But he made it up to you with this moment, this single kiss. With this kiss, he promised you that he would never leave you again.

With this kiss, you both knew that you were each other’s everything.