Bts As Public Displays Of Affection

bts as public displays of affection

who ordered the soft hours? ME. this is peak delusional behavior, and i have no apologies to make for it 😌

namjoon is a pair of arms around your waist, wrapped loosely from behind, and a chin resting on the top of your head; a chuckle you can feel the tickle of as it reverberates along your spine.

seokjin is one finger looped lazily through the belt loop on the side of your jeans, letting you take the lead without straying too far; reassurance that your space is still yours, even if all you want to do is share it.

yoongi is eye contact from across the room, finding you in the middle of a separate conversation; a tiny, sideways smile in acknowledgement of how good it feels to be seen.

hoseok is a hand in your back pocket, boldly and unapologetically close; a lack of awareness of wayward stares because they don’t hold his attention quite like the warmth in his palm.

jimin is a head resting on your shoulder, bumping into the bone when laughter makes it too hard to stay upright; a giggled apology that sounds more like “thank you” than “sorry”.

taehyung is bodies huddled closely enough together that two pairs of hands can share the front pocket of a sweatshirt, and a forehead resting against yours; some sort of telepathic link that confirms you’re understood without requiring an explanation.

jungkook is a hand on your thigh, fidgeting mindlessly with the frayed bits of ripped denim; a soft brush of fingertips on bare skin that manages to find you even when he doesn’t consciously seek you.

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can I ask for soft tannie hours? maybe how they take care of you when you’re ill 👉🏻👈🏻

it’s the perfect time for soft hours, omg 🥹

namjoon has looked up your symptoms online, and he is not sharing the results of that search because the internet has confused your cold with cancer, as it is wont to do. despite that, he’s made a list of all science-backed at-home remedies you could benefit from and is doing his very best to make the various soups, juices, etc. that he’s found, knowing that this is not at all his strong suit. they taste a lil off, but somehow, you’re feeling better already 💕

seokjin has you set up on the couch and is not allowing you to lift a finger, so don’t you dare even think of moving. he’s in full mother hen mode — nose itches? he’s got you. hot water bottle is only lukewarm? he is ON 👏🏻 IT. 👏🏻 he says laughter is the best medicine, so you are now dealing with 2x the usual amount of bad jokes. he’s kinda right though??

yoongi isn’t smothering you. for the most part, he’s letting you rest, but you can see him every time he walks by the doorway, slowing down and blatantly peering in at you while pretending not to. he’ll swoop in with fresh tea whenever he spies your empty mug from a distance, and he won’t say a word about it. it’s a drive-by delivery. don’t make it a big thing, okay?

hoseok turns into the proxy you didn’t even ask for. your to-do list? done. apartment? tidied. he’s busy rescheduling whatever standing plans you had so you don’t have to bother. you’ll have to ask him to take a break and lay with you because the man is on a MISSION, and he will make your life easier if it’s the last thing he ever does.

jimin is not sick, but he’s got some sort of sympathy cold from worrying about you, and now you’re both laid the fuck out. thankfully, you’re capable of taking care of yourself because this boy is a lump. he will need to be surgically removed from your side. oh, you’re taking a bath? scoot over; jimin’s coming, too.

taehyung is sick because he didn’t listen to you when you said you can’t kiss him while contagious. however, that hasn’t stopped him. he’s out at the pharmacy, texting you questions because he doesn’t remember what you needed; and once he’s told, he doesn’t know where to find it. he comes back with multiple impulse buys because the cute nonsense purchases either reminded him of you, or he thought they’d cheer you up. they do.

jungkook went to run errands for you and got distracted. when he finally comes home 1+ hours later, he doesn’t have the thing he was meant to get, but he does have a shit ton of comfort food. he then drops on top of you like a human blanket, scrolling through tiktoks and explaining why they’re funny. they’re objectively not, but he is, and that’s what matters. very cozy, too. 10/10 space heater.

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Shut up, this is so damn cute!

from my notes app:

Just picture it: Yoongi who just... never had a crush. Sure, he has felt attraction that sometimes evolved into something more through dates or other encounters. But a crush? Feet kicking, face blushing, giddy giggles? No, he couldn't say he ever experienced that.

Until you.

Until you showed up, a new manager at the company, and left him shaking in his disconcertingly large boots. You were bright, witty, charismatic and hard working and he stood there, arms hanging by his side awkwardly like a damn emoji, hovering around you unsure about what to do, what to say, how to act.

It was so frustrating! He never felt this way before and at 30 years old he felt as if he was going through a late puberty: voice cracking when he tried talking to you, waking up sweating from a dream way too realistic, poorly timed boners when he saw you walking around the office with skin tight pencil skirts.

His so called friend weren't making it any easier for him: Yoongi had officially become the butt of every joke as the members collectively regressed back to the 5th grade, murmuring everytime you showed up "here comes your wife, hyung, here comes Mrs. Suga".

Thankfully, you seemed unaware of their jabs, even as yoongi's pale cheeks blushed fiercely at the name.

He didn't know whether to be greatful or resentful for your obliviousness. On one side, you didn’t seem to hear the constant on going teasing from the other 6 raccoons he shared a band with, which saved yoongi from the swift death at the pearly hands of embarrassment, ripping his dramatic soul from his even more dramatic body.

On the other hand, you couldn’t seem to take a hint! He tried all of his best moves: standing there silently next to you, offering you a single tangerine, playing the guitar when you walked in whilst offering absolutely no explanation or context, even wearing his most scandalous, whorish outfit: a white tshirt that showed his collarbones instead of his usual 37 layers of clothing.

He didn't know how to make it any more obvious! Should he just take you against the wall of his studio (he totally should!, his lower brain unhelpfully provided as you once again strutted past him leaving him sniffing after your perfume like the fucking dog he was)?

He even tried asking his friends for advice, the lowest form of humiliation possible: Jungkook offered only baby oil and told him to lose a couple buttons. Hoseok made him couple matching beaded bracelets. And Namjoon, scorpio venus horndog, told him to actually go through with the wall taking idea.

Funnily enough, Jin was the one with the most plausible idea: give her a gift, bake her something! Homemade goods would show her how much you care.

So there he was, at thirty years old, holding onto a plate of cookies like a lifeline, cold sweating in front of your office, ready to flee the building and suck up those cookies like a hungry Kirby and mop in his own lameness like the international grammy nominee celebrity he was.

And then you opened the door and his body just reacted on his own, thrusting the plate towards you silently as his eyes screamed pure panic.

"For me?" You asked and he just nodded "Thank you so much, you are so sweet!"

Yoongi felt his lips curving and even without a mirror he could tell he had a dumbstruck smile on his face.

"What's the occasion?"

Ask her out, he urged himself. Tell her how you feel, how you can't stop thinking about her face, how her smile fuled his daydreams and her perfume haunts his days, bleeding into his psyche and sinking its claws into his heart, turning every song he wrote into a proclamation of adoration and lust, tell her how...

"Hm, for all y-your hard wo-work" he sputtered, mentally face palming himself at his own words.

Bugger.

Bugger it all to hell.