Fricken Cute I Think I Combusted

Fricken cute I think I combusted

Gray

You sat down at your desk, prowling over the multiple textbooks splayed open in front of you in a desperate attempt to get some studying done. With work, class, and a ton of procrastination over the week, you’d postponed your studying for the test to the very last moment, causing you to have to cram everything in in a matter of 48 hours. It was okay though, because you felt like you worked best under pressure.

Your apartment was comfortably quiet, and you were thankful that your roommates were all out so that you could focus on the tasks at hand. You found that the comfortableness of your room was a better environment to study in instead of at the library, where the hard chairs and constant murmur of talking distracted you.

You were just getting into the first few practice chemistry problems when you heard a soft mewling sound. You looked around for the source of the distraction, but found nothing so you shook your head, turning back to your work.

“Okay. Number two. A 1.50 gram sample of a hydrocarbon undergoes complete combustion to produce—“

The sound came again, this time seeming closer. Your head snapped up, eyes glancing around curiously before landing on your open window. The curtains waved lightly with each warm breeze that blew in your room, and you eased out of your chair, tiptoeing towards it to look for the creator of the sound. 

Just as you were about to stick your head out the window to look around, black shadow passed by it, causing you to jump back. A slender, black cat with wide gray eyes poked its head in your window, opening its mouth once more to let out a complaining meow before perching itself on the windowsill. It licked its paw lazily in a mocking manner.

“Can you please go away?” you groaned, putting your hands on your hips. You gestured to the mound of homework and books that cluttered your desk. “I’m trying to do work here, and you’re kind of interrupting that.” 

The cat gave you an answering meow, almost as if sassing you, as its cold eyes glanced over before continuing to clean itself. You sighed, muttering to yourself about why you were talking to an animal as you walked over to the window to close it, hoping that would solve your dilemma and you would finally be able to get some peace and quiet. 

The cat–as if sensing your movements–quickly hopped over the sill, sitting down on your dresser under the window as it returned to its activities. “Ohhhhh no!” you rushed over, shooing at it with your hands as it gave you a lazy look. “You have to go, now. Go back to where ever you came from–you heard me, don’t give me that look–our building has a ‘No Pets’ policy, how are you even here?!”

Seeing that it was not paying you any attention, you hesitated–praying that the cat wouldn’t attack you before scooping it up quickly and setting it back outside. It gave a protesting meow as a complaint, before skillfully scaling the stairs beside your window. You leaned out, watching as its slender body pranced along the railings before disappearing into another open window–the apartment directly above yours. 

You pulled yourself back into your room, snatching the window closed and quickly slipping on your shoes by your bed. You weren’t sure exactly what was provoking you to go scold your neighbor upstairs, but you blamed it on good reasoning: you needed peace and quiet for studying. And cats were technically not allowed–if you couldn’t bring your dog from home then why should this person get to have a cat?

You upper levels of your apartment building looked just like the downstairs, so you counted the doors until you reached the number down that yours was. You knocked angrily, standing there with your arms crossed as you waited for the tenant to come open the door. 

You heard the sound of a cat meowing repeatedly and some shuffling, followed by a loud shush and murmured talking. “Are you trying to get me in trouble, you rascal? Stop making–”

You knocked again, growing more irritated as you waited. “Listen.” you yelled through the door, sensing that the person didn’t plan on opening it. “I’m just trying to study and your cat–which I might add is NOT ALLOWED–keeps meowing outside my window and–”

The door flew open, revealing an older boy, clad in a black snap back and baggy workout clothes. You stepped back momentarily, mirroring the same alarmed expression he was giving you. His hand quickly shot out, grabbing your wrist as he opened the door wider to pull you inside. “Are you trying to get me caught?” he scolded, his eyebrows pulling together as he frowned. 

You tried to sputter out a reply but he talked over you. “I know cats aren’t allowed–did you tell the landlord? Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t tell anyone.” 

“Good.” his stern expression faded and a giddy smile replaced it. His entire face lit up when he smiled, showing off both rows of his straight teeth. 

You crossed your arms over your chest again. “Look, I just came down here to see what I could do about your cat. It is yours, right?”

He nodded, looking behind you and pointing. You turned to see the same black cat sitting on a tall scratching post, staring intently at you two in the kitchen with its frosty grey eyes. It let out another soft mewl, as if welcoming you. 

“I just got her–isn’t she pretty?”

You looked back at him, noticing the same blinding smile still etched on his face. His demeanor was so inviting and friendly you didn’t even want to be mad at him about his cat. You were honestly starting to feel bad for being such a grouch. 

You sighed, unfolding your arms. “Yeah, I guess she’s pretty.”

“Her name is gonna be Hwisaek…I think.” 

“You think?” you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah–she doesn’t seem to like anything very much. Not even me.” he admitted, laughing. 

You cracked a smile too, noticing the way his eyes turned crescent-shaped when he laughed. “What does hwisay–what you said–what does it mean?”

He laughed again, the sound coming out as goofy as he looked making it. “It means gray in Korean. You know–because of her eyes?”

“Oh.” you said lamely, looking over at Hwisaek again. She’d retired to laying on the top of the scratching post, looking out the window at the passing cars on the street below. 

“I’m Hoseok, by the way.” he stuck his hand out to you politely. “And I’m sorry again about her, she snuck out of my window when I wasn’t looking. I’m trying to keep her hidden but it’s kind of hard–it’s like she’s determined to be seen.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m sorry, too. I was just heated and came up here in a rush–I’m stressed because I’m trying to do some last minute studying.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? Me too! What are you studying?”

“The bane of my existence: Chemistry.” you groaned, hanging your head. “What about you?”

“Ah, Biology for me.” 

It was awkwardly quiet for a few moments as you stood there, wondering how to leave without being rude but not wanting to go back to your apartment and studying. Hoseok smiled slightly, looking sheepish as he shrugged, “Well, if you ever wanted to study together, I mean, since we’re both taking sciences or whatever–maybe we could help each other out or something. Two minds are better than one, right?”

You smiled at his offer, nodding your head. “Sure, yeah, that would be great.”

“And you could come back to see Hwisaek.” he added, grinning. “Since you two seem to have hit it off so well.”

You laughed, agreeing to come back and saying your goodbyes to both of them before exiting the apartment. You trekked back downstairs with a smile on your face that matched the one Hoseok had given you that set your insides in a knot. 

You would keep his secret–for now. And you would definitely be visiting him again soon for a study date. 

bloom | jhs

⇢ summary: your soulmate’s first words to you will be burned into the skin of your wrist upon first meeting them. no one anticipated that yours would turn out to be a world famous rapper by the name of jung hoseok. (soulmate au, celebrity au, flower shop au)

⇢ genre: fluff, light angst

⇢ word count: 1.8k

⇢ warnings: swearing; some mentions of sexual content

⇢ note: i’m sorry that i love soulmate aus so much but also,,, i’m not. inspired by the song of the same title.

The first day of the rest of your life begins with blinding sunlight and the chiming of the front door as the very first customer of the day pads into the room thirty minutes before opening.

No one else is parked in the front. It is barely eight o’clock in the morning. The electric red sign out front is not lit up to buzz alive to say OPEN just yet. Jungkook is still very obviously cleaning the windows in preparation, for God’s sake. You do not have enough patience for this with an absence of caffeine electrifying your veins awake.

The young man has a shock of ruby colored hair and an ink-black mask pulled over the lower half of his face. He’s either deliriously ill with something far worse than the common cold or a goddamn psychopath, you decide, because no one in their right mind would wear a mask when the sun has sweat dripping down everyone’s nose before noon.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” you call out to him from the cash register. “But you can’t buy anything until we officially open. Y’know, in, like, thirty minutes.”

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“And no, he doesn’t wash off the ink, even when you draw a huge dick on his forehead and the teachers give him dirty looks.”

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“If you had to give me a paper plate award, what would it be for?”

“What?” You look up from your computer and give Hoseok a confused look. “Paper plate award?”

“Yeah, you know,” he says. “It’s just like any award or superlative or whatever–best runner, most likely to start world war three–but you write it on a paper plate and make it pretty.”

“Yeah, but–I just–I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d give you.” You purse your lips, thinking.

“Oh.” Hoseok looks a bit disappointed–you feel bad, since it’s Hoseok. He’s supposed to be happiness and sunshine and rainbows. Not–disappointed.

“Uh,” you say, thinking fast. “I’d give you the uh–uh, happy award? Because you’re happy?” You almost smash your face into the desk out of sheer embarrassment; you could’ve said something like, “Because you make me happy,” or whatever, because although it may be cheesy, it still would’ve made sense.

And it also would’ve been true.

Either way, Hoseok seems to excuse your bullshit response and smiles brightly–almost too brightly–at you. “Really?” He says. “That’s cool.”

“Y-Yeah,” you say nervously. “Why, though?”

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J Hope / Hoseok | BTS 1100 words | FLUFF honestly if it doesn’t make u cheese idk what will; warning for one cuss word and like… the most vague allusion to sex ever

She wasn’t lying when she’d mumbled to him in the early morning as he eased out from under the safety of her blankets to get ready for his day. He’d chuckled at her promise, heart swelling at her consistent desire to support him, despite the fact he’d gift it to her if she’d let him.

Thirty minutes later, after he’d downed a quick breakfast and brushed his teeth, dressed and put his things by the door, he returned to the bedroom where she dozed.

He bit back a smile at the sight of her bundled in blankets and now hugging his abandoned pillow (a very poor substitute if you’d asked her. It smells like you but it’s not warm and it doesn’t hug back). He tip-toed toward her and let his knee sink into the bed in order to loom over her resting figure and press a kiss to her face.

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accio | jungkook (m)

Anon: ANOTHER HOGWARTS AUUUU <33

A/N: got this idea from here! Check this out, it’s such a wonderful compilation of prompts & I plan to use so many of these :) 

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff, and SMUT holy shit SMUT (I enjoyed writing this a liiiiitle too much oopsies)

Word Count: 6,988 (once again, oopsies*

Summary: A food fight broke out in the middle of dinner one night. And, needless to say, being Prefects, you and Jeon Jungkook stepped up and stopped the fight - but also found yourselves covered in dungbomb residue and food afterwards. Also, there was an issue. There was only one Prefects’ bathroom…

*quick note: “accio” is the summoning spell, for those who aren’t familiar with harry potter spells; and (F/N) stands for friend’s name.*

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➯ You’ve had a crush on the handsome elf working at Santa’s house since the day he started working across the mall from you. When he asks you for help to shop for a girl, things go a lot differently than you thought they would.

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wordcount: 3.6k

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“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I’m telling you why!” You smiled to yourself behind your sandwich as you watched the colorful elf start a new song with the children waiting in line to meet Santa. The children joined in eagerly, laughing and clapping at the elf’s antics as he spun around while singing, throwing in a few dance moves to make his performance more entertaining.

There was only 2 more days left til Christmas and this would be one of the last nights Santa’s house would be open in the mall. You were already feeling sad about it. Not only because Christmas, your favorite holiday, would be over soon, but because you wouldn’t get to see your favorite Santa’s helper anymore.

You took another bite of your lunch, your eyes tracing the elf’s movements several feet away as you remembered the first day of the season when Santa’s house opened across from the store you worked in. You were working as a greeter that day, standing near the entrance of the store to try to draw in customers. The handsome guy with the dyed red hair, bright smile, and dimples instantly captured your attention as he walked by and you’d felt excitement surge through your stomach when you saw him go into the employees’ locker rooms. When he emerged dressed in a myriad of red and green, complete with tights, a floppy hat, and ridiculous curled-toe shoes, you’d almost lost it right in the middle of assisting a customer. The handsome guy dressed in some of the most stylish clothes you’d ever seen was working as one of Santa’s elves? It was too ironically perfect.

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