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[3:23am] laying on your bed, you waited for him to come over. he was a rebellious boy. he knew your parents were gone, afterall... he does live right next to you.

“y/n?” you heard someone whisper. you watched the door open and a figure soon came over to your bed. “there you are, baby,” the raspy voice said.

“jungkook, it’s three a.m where the fuck were you?” you questioned him for being late. he had told you he was going to be here at 11pm.

“i ran into a problem at home, i was trying to fix it,” he said. you gave him a look saying “really.” “okay, fine i might have fallen asleep,” he stated.

“how dare my best friend fall asleep before coming over, to fall asleep,” you said emphasizing the “to fall asleep.”

“sorry,” he said as he started lifting his shirt off and lifting the sheets of your bed you were already cuddled up in. it’s normal for you guys to do these sleepovers. and sometimes when you guys really are feeling it, you cuddle. tonight was one of those days. of course, he always have his arms wrapped around you somehow while you guys fall asleep. but you were ready for some hardcore cuddling. afterall, he was 3 hours late.

“jungkook, i want cuddles!” you exclaimed as you yawned. he climbed into your bed and wrapped his arm around you instinctively. you got closer to his body and wrapped your arms around his waist while setting your head on his chest. this was your way to comfort yourself at night. and it happens every night, you loved it.

[9:25pm] it’s like everything she was doing was wrong. to everyone around her, her friends... her family. she was almost a waste of space in her opinion. never had she imagined she’d be in a dark place this quickly. as she was approaching the end of her senior year at her university, it was all falling apart. and quickly.

“hey, baby, i’m home,” she heard from down the hall. her face lit up thinking about the figure who was approaching their shared bedroom. although, her face was stained with tears from just a few moments ago. the door was already ajar, because y/n thought he wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

“jungkook,” she grinned as he walked over to their bed.

“hey- y/n why were you crying?” he asked. you shook your head.

“i-i just feel so useless,” she stated. his body physically melted.

“y/n, baby, you are not useless, definitely not to me, you are special in your own way, you are different than everyone else. that’s why i fell in love with you,” he grinned, as he moved to embrace you.

“i love you too, jungkook”

[1:32am] she’s constantly talked about how everyone around her made her feel useless. made her feel like whenever she says anything, or nothing, she messes up somehow. she doesn’t know whether it’s a joke anymore or if they genuinely are just saying that she’s not doing anything right. for example, “y/n, you’re not doing this right,” or “stop, don’t say that,” when she was only joking around. the people around her know that.

sometimes she apologizes for “complaining a lot” to him.

“y/n, it’s good to let your frustrations out, especially through talking about your feelings,” jungkook stated. he understood, even he complains about his work life and his apparent non-existent social life.

“kook, i just feel like everyone around me just hates me, but when i talk about it, they state that i hate them, ugh, kook, why are my friendships and relationships so complicated,” you exclaimed as you put your head in your hands, hiding your face.

“it’s okay, y/n, i don’t hate you, nor do i think you hate me... i mean come on, you love me,” he grinned cheekily as he rubbed your back. you shook your head laughing. the stained tears already being wiped away by his smooth hands.

“i do love you, kook,” you said, opening your arms, waiting for an embrace. he happily obliged to your request. he gave a small peck to your cheek as you sat there in each others arms.

[10:57am] his hand gently grabbed hers. it was such a pleasant feeling for y/n. every single time it happens, he lifts their connected hands and kiss the top of hers. multiple times if he really wanted to. they both were on the couch in jungkook’s apartment. y/n glanced up and noticed how soft his lips looked. his hair was fluffy and all out of place due to the fact that he just woke up. he knew she had an early class. her heart fluttered when his lips curved upwards. the softest bunny smile appeared and it made her melt. “i love you, y/n,” he had said. she leaned forward and gave him a soft peck.

“i love you, too”

[3:50am] “hey y/n, wanna play club penguin with me?” jungkook asked. y/n nodded, “sure, where do you wanna go?”

“i’m thinking the... dojo courtyard,” he replied as he was making ninja movements and noises. y/n shook her head at him, laughing at his silly behavior. jungkook was jumping with joy going down the hallway to their bedroom. jungkook and y/n always loved laying together in bed, or maybe one in the bed and the other at the desk. she usually was the one in bed. as they both got into the bed with their laptops, they immediately signed onto club penguin.

“well, y/n, i would like to point out that i’ve leveled up to a black belt now,” jungkook smirked, “so that means i can beat your ass.”

“oh really? try me!” y/n exclaimed.

[♡] You looked one more time at your phone just to see if you had missed amy other important message but found absolutely nothing. jungkook had called you last minute and told you to get up from bed and wait for him at your doorstep because he was on his way. that was almost an hour ago. the slightly cold breeze was starting to annoy you since you weren't properly dressed for the night and you were pretty sure your doorman was starting to think you were crazy because you hadn't moved one inch ever since you got down from your apartment.

just as you started to doze off the loud and annoying noise of a motorbike's engine woke you up. next thing you know, jungkook is setting one feet on the ground and taking a helmet of his head, the angle providing you a great view of his neck veins and his soft silky black hair.

"seriously?" you asked. completely unamused. he spent the last few months talking about getting a bike, but you were almost sure he wasn't going to..

"hey baby!" he exclaims happily in a cheery tone. "like my new toy?" just as he finished his question he changed his teasing smile to one of his many dorky expressions. how could you not love him?

"i am not getting on that, i'm telling you right now."

[♡] seokjin is a very considerate person. he knows there are times where it's bound to happen that you guys fight. maybe this time around the fight was too big and maybe a little bit deep. one thing he had to admit though, was that he was never able to find anything to attack you with, he would just stay silent and nod to the things you said. and by the time you left to cool off to the other side of the apartment, his heart was heavy with the stupid words you said and he couldn't even force a smile out of him.

but he knew you would come around. even though he knew you were mad, he made sure you knew that he was waiting for you in the living room with some fresh food, a warm blanket and a drama playing on the TV, just like on normal nights. he knows that when he asks you to join him, the first time you are always going to say no. he knew he had to wait for you to come back by your own means.

and when you sat by his side with tear stained rosy cheeks and a runny nose, he didn't say a word. instead, he moved his plate by the center of the coffee table and gave you the pair of chopsticks he had already prepared for you.

“Exactly What I Wanted”

Hobi x Reader

Summary: Your plans with Hobi take a slight turn when you wake up sore after a night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: implied smut, slightly suggestive, reader is mentioned being shorter than Hobi, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @princesspalaka for requesting this! And thank you all for your patience with the slower posting schedule lately.

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“Y/n, c’mon, you have to get up if we’re going to go get breakfast before shopping!” Hobi called to you brightly, pulling open the curtains as he quickly gathered his things to get dressed, letting the bright morning light flood into the room.

You however, refused to move from where you were curled in the bed, burrowing further into the covers with a groan, making him chuckle.

You were always much slower to wake up in the mornings than he was, usually requiring some coaxing to leave the sweet sanctuary of your bed.

“What if we just stayed here?” You asked, voice muffled by the duvet.

“But I thought you wanted those special waffles at that cafe we found?” He asked, his lips tipping into a smirk as he glanced over at you.

“They weren't that special.” You grumbled, scrunching further under the covers.

He came over, crouching by your side of the bed and lifting the cover enough to find your face.

“Please, Baby.” He cooed. “We can go to that bookstore you’ve been wanting to check out.”

You perked up at that. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned, kissing your cheek. “But you have to get up.”

You groaned. “Fine.”

“Thank you!” Hobi pressed another quick kiss to your lips before making his way back over to the closet, trying to decide on which pair of shoes to wear.

Reluctantly, you climbed out of the bed, wobbling slightly as you tried to straighten up, feeling faint pangs of tenderness in your lower half and hips, causing you to let out a small whine as you began to shuffle slowly towards the bathroom.

At your quiet pained sound, Hobi glanced up, immediately noting your awkward stance and gait.

“Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing you cautiously.

“ ‘m fine.” You winced. “Just a lil sore.”

“You’re hurt?!” His eyes widened in concern as he quickly made his way back to your side, scanning your face worriedly. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I thought it wouldn’t be so bad once I got up, and I know how you get about stuff like this.”

“Stuff like this?!” He raised his brows at you. “You mean your health and wellbeing?!”

“You know what I meant.” You sighed. Hobi had a history of being somewhat over protective of you, especially whenever you were hurt or not feeling well. And while you loved and appreciated his concern, sometimes he went a little overboard.

The first time you had woken up sore from a night together, he had all but refused to do anything beyond making out with you for almost a month. He absolutely loathed the idea of being the cause of any sort of pain or discomfort to you.

“C’mon.” He said, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and helping lead you towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking care of my baby,” He replied, starting the shower. “And then, I’m putting you back to bed.”

“But I thought you wanted to go shopping?” You said.

“There’s no way I’m making you walk around all day when you’re in pain.” He said seriously, turning to help you undress.

“I’m not in pain,” You argued, trying halfheartedly to fight off his hands, but failing. “I’m just a little sore.”

“Call it what you want, I’m still going to look after you.” He responded, quickly removing his own clothing and stepping under the stream of running water, helping you in after him.

The warm water did help a bit, causing your muscles to slowly relax, your eyes drifting shut as Hobi washed your hair, careful not to let any soap drip into your face. He always handled you with such care and gentleness, like you were some secret treasure that required the utmost care so as not to break.

Your heart swelled almost painfully in your chest. He made you feel so loved and cherished, you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve him.

As he finished rinsing your hair, you surprised him by turning around and grabbing the shampoo bottle, wanting to return the favor and care for him the same as he did for you. It was a slight stretch for you to reach, but neither of you minded, Hobi slouching slightly to make it easier for you, his eyes never leaving your face as you carefully massaged his scalp.

Once you were both clean, he pulled you close to his chest, letting the water cascade over the two of you. The sound of the running water drowned out everything but the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath where your head rested.

“Thank you.” You said quietly.

His arms tightened faintly around you. “I’ve always got you.” He promised, kissing your temple.

After a few more minutes, when the water began to run cold, he helped you out, toweled you dry, dressed you in some pajama bottoms and one of your favorite shirts of his, and tucked you back into bed.

“Hobi?” You mumbled, already feeling drowsiness threatening to overtake you.

“Hmm? What is it, Angel?” He asked softly.

“Just… I love you.”

He beamed.

“I love you too.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Get some rest, Baby.”

You don’t know how long you slept, but when you woke again, the light that was creeping through the open windows now held the yellowish glow of afternoon, painting Hobi in a golden hue as he rested next to you, his fingers softly tracing patterns over your skin.

“Hey sleepy.” He grinned. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” You said sleepily. “I’m sorry I spoiled our plans today.”

“You didn’t spoil anything.” He looked at you. “My plan was to spend the day with you, I did exactly what I wanted.” He smiled, bringing your hand up to his lips.

You smiled.

“I ordered food from your favorite place.” He added. “Thought we could catch up on that show you’ve been watching?”

“Remind me to marry you when I’m feeling better.” You grinned, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Will do.”

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You Adopt a Cat

Jimin x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb/scenario about Jimin coming home and finding out you’ve adopted a calico cat.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this super cute request! Since you asked for a surprise member, I went with Jimin, cause I couldn’t get him out of my head as I was writing, I hope that’s okay!

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It was late as Jimin arrived at your place, trying to let himself in as quietly as possible, so as not to wake you, only to to stop in surprise as he heard your voice drifting through the apartment.

“Y/n?” He called curiously.

“In here.” You called.

He quickly padded through the house in search of you, finding you sat on the living room floor in front of the couch.

“Hey, what are you still doing up?” He asked.

“I have a surprise.” You said, bouncing slightly in excitement.

“What is it?” He asked. As if on cue, a small ball of multi-colored fluff popped out from under the sofa behind you, peeking up at him curiously as he gasped.

“What is that?” He asked, coming closer cautiously, not wanting to spook the tiny creature.

“A kitten.” You said, biting your lip to try and stop from grinning.

“I can see that,” He chuckled, settling on the floor next to you. “What’s it doing here though?”

“I adopted him.” You said.

“I didn’t know you were getting a cat.” He looked up at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was kinda sudden, I went to the shelter just to look around and ask some questions, cause I’d been thinking about it, but as soon as I saw him, I knew I had to bring him home.” You explained, smiling as the tiny calico climbed over your lap, mewling for attention.

“Can I hold him?” He asked hesitantly.

“Of course.” You said, passing the kitten to Jimin, your heart swelling as you watched the careful way he cradled the tiny animal.

“He’s so small.” Jimin commented, leaning down to bump the kitten’s nose with his own.

“Yeah, he’s only a few months old. They said they found him on the side of the road last month.” You said softly.

Jimin frowned at your words, looking down at its sweet face.

“Does he have a name yet?” He asked.

“Not exactly. Right now, I’m just calling him Yangi.” You said.

Jimin laughed. “Like ‘cat’ in Korean?”

“What? I thought it was cute!”

“No, it is, I like it.” He giggled, letting the kitten down on the floor, watching as it ran over and tried to tackle your foot.

“You know, he kinda looks like me.” Jimin joked, making you snort.

“I know, he’s even got little legs like you.” You teased.

“Hey!” He shoved you over lightly as you laughed. “Is that any way to talk about the father of your child?”

“Excuse me?! My what?!” You gawked at him, but he ignored you, leaning down to meet the tiny cat’s gaze.

“Don’t worry, Yangi, Appa will teach you how to fight.” He said seriously, stroking it’s head fondly.

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bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.