Since Its Jhopes Birthday, Just Something Ive Been Writing For A While

Since it’s Jhope’s birthday, just something I’ve been writing for a while

Genre: Angst, Best Friends to Lovers (?)

Warning: Overthinking, Self-doubt, Reader always thinks it’s their fault whenever something happens, Hobi and reader's relationship is completely platonic (as of yet)

A/n: I haven't really decided yet if this should be simply platonic or I'll just make them end up together lol. Opinions are always welcome!

You and Hobi have been friends since the start of University and it had been going really well. You were a bit introverted but always felt comfortable enough to be a little outgoing with him since he never judged you and was always ready to join you in the madness. He shared all of his secrets with you calling you his best friend and even though you were a bit closed off, you considered him yours as well. It was after a few months when Hobi started having feelings for another girl that everything changed. 

As usual you guys were hanging out in the cafeteria during your break when he revealed that he has a crush on a girl who shared common classes with you both. "I've seen her looking at me but I've never gotten the confidence to talk to her." He blushed, keeping his eyes on the ground biting his lips. You felt genuinely happy for him and encouraged him to talk to her to which he promised he will as soon as he can. 

It was a week later that you got a call from him saying that he got her number from a common friend, Jimin who was in the same group as the girl and was more than happy to help him in getting to know her. You did feel a pang of jealousy in your heart knowing that they have been talking for a while without you knowing but buried it deep down congratulating Hoseok on getting her number and teasing him about how she'll be his number one priority now. "Don't worry babe, you're not going to get rid of me that easily" He chuckled, making you wish he'd stick to his promise. 

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You weren't sad about the fact that Hoseok has a girlfriend now, but a bit jealous of the fact that Hoseok now roamed most of his time these days with Jimin and his large group who shared the same personality as him and were always laughing at his jokes. You were jealous of the fact that he fit right in the group and hung out with them even when his girlfriend wasn't around. It bothered you a bit that he never introduced you to them, always preferring to just wave at you whenever you walked past them. You guys still talked though, as he preferred to sit next to you in classes you shared and always had stories to tell about how he spent his days and what dates he's been deciding for the upcoming weekend asking you for advice and places where he could take her. It did hurt when he stopped talking to you outside of campus, never calling you just occasionally texting you asking about stuff that's happening in classes when he wasn't present. You were at a state where the only thing you thought was "maybe you were the one who did something wrong. Maybe you didn't support him enough or maybe you stuck to him so much that his girlfriend didn't want him hanging out with you anymore." Though you felt like the last point was irrelevant as she always greeted you in class, carrying on conversations as if you have been friends for a long time and had a genuine smile whenever you would greet her back. It made you not dislike her, even though you felt that it might be fake and that she actually hates you. You knew you were spiralling and that it was unhealthy for you. But you couldn't stop.

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It took a while but you finally went to a place where you were accepting that maybe yours and hobi's friendship wasn't meant to be. You used to call him randomly when your overthinking hit you at full speed, wanting to feel validated and that he might still consider you as his friend. Conversations still flowed normal and he would always give you gossip and spill out his secrets as he used to before, but the only thing that changed was you were the one who always initiated the conversation and the secrets which used to come daily (as he always used to call you whenever he needed to tell you something) would come only when you called. He had found his group of friends and it was time that you should too.

It did take you a bit of time, but you managed to make friends with people who you could be comfortable with. (Not as comfortable as you were with him, but it was much better than being a loner). You still sat beside each other, but would only sit when the professor would enter, choosing to come 5 mins before to avoid having conversations with him which would only take you back to a place where thoughts about not being a good enough friend would consume you. He would still whisper during lectures trying to make conversations but you would just nod your head or give vague, one word answers paying attention to the board. You tried not to show that you were upset with him, always giving him a smile at the end before walking out of the class with your friends. 

But one thing was sure, how much you tried, it would still sting your heart knowing that he might not even be affected as much as you were. Little did you know, it was hurting him a lot more than you think.

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Drop in your opinions here if they should be just friends or more!

Definitely didn't expect the ending but THIS IS SO BLOODY CUTE!!!!! 😭😭

— the one where jimin is simultaneously comforting and scared of spiders.

↳ alternatively you’re crying on the bathroom floor and jimin just wants to be with you.

↳ genre established relationship / comfort / fluff / wc - approx. 0.5k

↳ warnings reader is crying on the bathroom floor. f!reader. written for a friend LMFAO <3

"baaaabe?"

usually, your boyfriend's greeting has you heading towards the door immediately, ready to kiss him. usually, you're yelling something straight back to him, a warm, easy, greeting. but then usually, you're not lying on the cold bathroom floor with tears stinging at your eyes.

you're hearing jimin, but you're not really hearing him, as he calls out for you again, voice fluctuating as he pokes his head around the apartment. his brows are furrowed, chewing on his lower lip with the faintest hint of worry snaking into his chest at your continued silence. it's only when he reaches the bedroom and catches sight of you through the ajar bathroom door that he's sure you're actually home.

for one horrifying moment, he thinks you've fallen down, hurt yourself (again). but as he pushes the door open, he sees your tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, and he puts two and two together — you're not injured, but you're certainly in pain.

soft brown eyes gaze at you for a moment, and then he's lying himself down beside you with a quiet groan. "uff."

a few moments of silence pass. you glance at him once, out of the corner of your eyes — he sees it, even though both of you are staring straight up at the ceiling tiles.

eventually, jimin speaks, voice smooth in the quiet. "so... why are we lying on the bathroom floor, baby?"

you sniff once, speaking with a watery voice. "uhh. sleepy?"

"well," he says mildly. "we have a bed for that. what's the real reason?"

"don't know." your two, short words jump out immediately.

jimin hums, considers for a moment. "i... don't believe that."

more tears burn at your eyes, and you swallow thickly. "i know."

"we don't have to talk about it now," he offers, rolling onto his side to face you, even when you don't reciprocate the action. reaching out with his thumb, he carefully, delicately wipes away the traitorous tear that has leaked out from the corner of your eyelids — you don't even realise it's there until he's brushing it away, and continue to stare determinedly at the ceiling.

"tomorrow?" your voice comes out small, your face leaning into his touch.

"whenever you want," he assures softly, before asking. "do you want a hug?"

"please." you answer before he's even finished the question, desperation leaking into your voice when you finally face him with tearful eyes and scoot closer. jimin wastes no time in pulling you against him, smoothing your hair with a careful hand, murmuring sweetly against the crown of your head, pressing kisses to your forehead, your temple, everywhere he can reach.

"my baby," he comforts, rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. "you're okay. i've got you. always. you know that, don't you?"

you sniffle, face buried in the crook of his neck. "i know."

"that's my girl." another kiss to your forehead, as he starts lifting you upward. "alright. let's go to bed, my love."

"why?" your whine is muffled by his t-shirt when he lifts you up into his arms.

unashamed, jimin admits it: "there's a spider on the ceiling. it's freaking me out."

back to our regularly scheduled programming after illicit affairs LMFAO

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Sentence: Is she better than me?

Mafia + Hybrid AU. Minor angst and major fluff!

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"Is she better than me?" You wonder quietly from your spot on the small couch in his office, immediately making him stop any movements at his desk.

"What?" He asks, unsure what you're getting at as he lifts his gaze to look at you.

"She.. His hybrid was trained with, you know, guns. She can protect herself and even him too!" You whine almost. "She's a proper guardian.. you know. She's what a German shepherd hybrid was supposed to be like." You continue, feeling his eyes on you. "Not.. soft and weak like me." You finish your rant, silence swallowing the room whole for a good moment.

"Come here, love." He sighs, moving his chair a bit away from his desk as he pats his thigh as an invitation. You take ot, albeit a bit hesitant at first, unable to properly look at him.

He's quiet, one of his hands keeping you steady while the other pushes the hem of your dress down your shoulder, thumb running over three dot-shaped scars. "You're very soft, that's true." He smiles before leaning forwards to kiss the scars, adjusting your dress properly again right after. "But you're not weak. You've protected me too, after all." He reminds you, and you shrug.

"I didn't really do anything though.." you argue weakly, making him softly smack your back once.

"You looked those people straight into their eyes and didn't move at all." He recites the past event. "You were my little heroine that day. Without you, I wouldn't be here." He tells you, and you shrug.

"But- don't you get tired of always making sure I'm fine?" You wonder, and he laughs, kissing your forehead.

"Never."

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Is it wierd thinking about the moment when Namjoon finds the one who makes him realise that even if he has a kid who is just as clumsy as him it'll be fine and his partner would be there to help both of them in the future I don't know why I suddenly got this idea when watching that video of him talking that he's scared of having a kid. Someone please write one shot/ fic related to this 😭

BTS writing prompt: 8th member of the group who is a female and Jungkook the maknae who loves to spank his members whenever he gets the chance to. This can be written as friends who are so close that there is no such thing as privacy, or maybe a poly relationship among them. On cameras he's always respectful never touching you in any way the media might think as inappropriate but off-cameras, a pouty baby clinging onto you and complaining about how your butt looks so adorable whenever you wear the outfits but he can never touch them like he does so with his hyungs. Randomly groping you when staying in the dorms and whenever you yell at him or complain to the other members, he'll put on his pouty face and whine about it. Saying how he has rights on all his members butts and you are no exception. "It's only in the dorms Y/Niee let me have my moment"

Chubby Bunny

synopsis; in which your son steals the show, and hearts of thousands of people.

pairing; idol!jungkook, dad!jungkook x non idol!reader, mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, marriage au, dad au, PTD LA au

rating; PG-13

warnings; best dad jungkook will destroy your ovaries (along with best uncles as well)

w/c; 2,077

a/n; y’all writing this gave me so many feels, my heart is full. pls leave some love. like and reblog if u wanna see more <3 this is a repost from my old account.

Your son, Hiro’s, favorite song was Permission to Dance. Especially since his father, Jungkook, taught the five year old how to do the chorus choreography, perfectly. Which was a pretty easy task to accomplish, considering Hiro also helped come up with that dance, albeit with a little direction from Hobi in the dance studio during group rehearsals. But mainly it was Hiro’s imagination. Cause let me tell ya, that kid loved to dance, just like his daddy.

Grinning fondly, you clapped your hands to the beat, watching your son dance with his daddy in front of the big floor to ceiling mirrors located in the rehearsal room for their upcoming concert in Las Vegas. It was so cute to watch Hiro with such a look of determination on his face, being just as serious about rehearsals as Jungkook. Wanting to hit every mark with an expert precision.

“You’re doing so good, baby!” You exclaimed enthusiastically, encouraging your son further.

“Thank you, mommy!” He replied without missing a beat.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouted at you in the mirror wanting some form of praise from you as well. Rolling your eyes fondly, you decided to humor the big man baby of yours.

“You’re doing exceptionally well, kookie. Just like you always do, honey. I’m so proud of you!” You feigned being lovesick, batting your lashes at your husband, smiling cheekily. He winked at you in response, accepting the praise, however fake, gratefully.

As they finished up practice for the day, you stood up from your seated position on the floor. Purposely dancing the wrong moves while walking towards your boys, knowing it’ll get a giggle out of your son. You were right. His father lifted him by surprise, throwing him up in the air to catch him. Hooking his arm underneath his son’s bum holding onto him tightly, Jungkook began dancing terribly along with you. All of you making silly faces in the mirror. Your son threw his head back against his father’s shoulder in a fit of laughter, his bunny toothed smile on full display, a direct replica of Jungkook’s current smile. His chubby cheeks making you want to pinch them, so you did, cause you’re mom and you’re allowed to do so whenever you want too. It’s common mom law.

After your little fit of laughter, your son let out a big yawn and rubbed his eyes, a sure sign he was ready for sleep. Perfect, the parents thought. Now he’ll crash for the night and be ready for the big day tomorrow. Day one of Las Vegas.

It was a beautiful day in Vegas, you thought. Sunglasses on your face, and one of Jungkook’s bucket hats on your head to help block the sun, you stretched your hands up in the air and took a deep breath. Letting it out, you put your arms back down and set them on your hips in a superwoman pose and looked out at the ginormous stadium around you that would be BTS’s venue for the concert tonight.

All the boys started to come on the stage to start rehearsal chatting animatedly to each other, so you started to walk back down the long catwalk towards them. Upon close inspection of the group you noticed that your son somehow convinced Yoongi to let him sit on his shoulders. Your son’s chubby thighs were on either side of the normally reserved rapper’s head. His hands settled next to his ears, holding on for dear life and smiling like crazy upon seeing you.

“HEY MOMMY!” He bounced excitedly, making the rapper’s eyes widen and clutch onto your son’s ankles tighter not wanting him to fall off and face the wrath of you and Jungkook. Especially Jungkook. He’s even more protective of Hiro than you, and that’s saying something. As a matter of fact you could see Jungkook’s line of vision go from you with a smile and a wave to a look of absolute terror once he noticed his son start to get excited while on the rapper’s shoulders. His entire body shifted towards the duo ready to jump in at anytime to catch his son incase he somehow did end up falling. Thankfully, it never came to that.

“Be careful baby, you don’t want to give your daddy a heart attack do you?” You asked playfully, shaking your finger at your son, smiling at him to let him know you weren’t serious. “And remember, you have to be more careful with Uncle Yoongi’s shoulder, yeah?” You stated the fact softly in your motherly voice.

“Right mommy. I’m sorry Uncle Yoongi.” Your son then leaned down to kiss the top of the rapper’s head, making his cheeks get a dusty pink color to them. All the members, including you, awed at the sweet gesture.

“No worries, kid.” He replied in typical Yoongi manner, but made sure to give your son a genuine smile to thank him for his apology.

The rest of the members came around Yoongi and your son to take turns ruffling his hair, each greeting you with a hug or high five before walking past you to the markers to start rehearsing. Jungkook being last in line, picked his son up off the rapper’s shoulders finally giving him some relief. Rolling his shoulders, Yoongi walked towards you and gave you his usual fist bump, you complied knowing full well he didn’t do hugs that often, and took his spot at his marker. Jungkook carefully set Hiro down on the floor. Kneeling down to his son’s height, he gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead and quietly praised him for his good manners. Promising him some sweets later that you weren’t aware of. He never failed to spoil his son any chance he could get.

Jungkook straightened himself up as you stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around your waist briefly, giving you a short but sweet kiss on the lips, which you happily returned with your hands splayed against his chest. He gave you one last forehead kiss, tapping the tip of your hat with his fingertip and playfully said, “nice hat.” before winking, and walked to his marker, joining the rest of the members. Time to begin.

There was only one song left in the set for their concert for tonight. Your son grinned knowingly, clapping his hands in delight and anticipation. Noise cancelling headphones adorned his head to be sure his ears were safe from the loud speakers that were all around you, you donning your own, having been watching from the side of the stage like you always do.

Jungkook started the song effortlessly, all the members joining in singing during their respective parts and choreography. Then it got to your son’s absolute favorite part, when he watches all the back up dancers join the members on stage to finish off the song in a huge flash mob. You had to be honest, it was your favorite part as well.

You should’ve known that your son was up to something, being the clever little one that he was. The way he kept fidgeting in your lap more than normal, a sure sign of his impending plan to escape your grasp. And he did, taking advantage of the fact that you always trusted him not to run off without permission. But not this time. This time it was his turn to shine like daddy.

He hopped off your lap in a flourish, swiftly pushing the headphones off his head and ran straight onto the stage with the backup dancers.

Your eyes widened considerably, hands flying to your mouth, covering your gasp of shock. All you could do was watch as your son, knowing the layout of the stage, and his dads foot paths, made a bee line towards Jungkook. He was left center stage down the catwalk with the rest of the members, gearing towards the final steps of your son’s favorite choreography. Not even noticing how his son just ran on with the back up dancers, nearly blending in perfectly in his matching outfit he wore like his father.

Popping out from behind the dancers, Hiro stood proudly next to his daddy and executed the dance with a precision that made Hobi wanna cry tears of joy. And you. And Jungkook, of course, who started laughing while still singing his lines and dancing. The entire stadium erupted into laughter, applause, and awe at the little mini me. All the phones being pulled out to catch the intimate moment between father and son that you know will be headline news for days, if not weeks, or months. Never doubt the power of ARMY.

Once the song was over, Jungkook swiftly picked his son up and held him tightly, one hand behind his head and the other under his bum. Crying silent tears of joy and love and straight pride for being the father to this perfect little human he was lucky enough to call his son. Purple balloons and confetti were falling all around them in waves.

Pulling away slightly to give Hiro a kiss on the cheek, Hiro wiped away his father’s tears with his little hands, making Jungkook smile softly at him in response. Jungkook brought the microphone up to his lips, chuckling into it slightly before speaking to the crowd.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet my son, Hiro.” Once again, the stadium erupted into applause, your son starting to get shy by all the praise, hiding his face in his father’s chest.

“Isn’t he such a great dancer?” Hobi chimed in his mic with pride, clapping for the little one exuberantly. The crowd clapping louder in response to the dancer’s words.

“Isn’t he so handsome, like me?” Jin, Mr. Worldwide handsome himself, stated. Winking at the camera that’s been following the members throughout the concert, projecting his image on the large screens. The audience once again erupting in shared wolf whistles and laughter alike.

“I think Hiro is more handsome, actually.” Your voice boomed across the stadium, you holding a mic that the staff gave you, still looking on from the sidelines of the stage. Smirking to yourself, with a wide grin.

Hearing your voice made all the members double over in laughter and scattered applause, nearly crying from laughing so hard. Minus Jin of course, who just cutely pouted towards the camera, once again being displayed on screen. Jungkook could only throw his head back in laughter, still holding onto his son, your son giving a little giggle of his own upon hearing your voice.

“Mommy!” Your son excitedly yelled into the mic being held by Jungkook, wriggling in his father’s hold, making him hold onto him tighter in response.

“Hey, baby.” You replied a second later, gazing adoringly at him.

“That would be my amazing wife, ladies and gents.” Jungkook stated with pride and a gleaming smile in your direction, locking eyes with you for a second and winking at you. You winked back at him, blowing a kiss and mouthing an ‘I love you’ at him.

He mouthed it back right away, turning to look at the crowd once again with a bunny tooth smile and signaled to Namjoon to close the show with his usual heartwarming speech for ARMY.

Hiro signaled he wanted to be put down to his father, which he did a little reluctantly, scared for the boy’s safety on the stage not wanting him to fall off, even though he knew he would never let that happen.

The five year old, in classic five year old behavior, began kicking the purple BTS themed balloons around the stage in glee. Picking up piles of confetti and throwing them over his head. Taehyung leaned down towards Hiro, and even let him throw it on his head willingly. Jimin and the other members mirroring V’s actions, wanting to make the boy equally as happy as he makes them on a daily basis.

Sighing to yourself in content, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched your entire family all become little kids in the span of two seconds. And, you thought lovingly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Pushing the headphones off your ears, you gently set them on the chair you were sitting on with Hiro earlier and immediately sprinted onto the stage, joining your family, and deciding it was your turn to turn into a little kid as well.