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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.

“What’s burning?”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I’m throwing it back to the slice of life drabbles where it’s just a moment in the couples’ lives. In this, Namjoon decides to surprise reader/Daisy with a sweet gesture and she just loves him a lot. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

As you unlocked the door to Namjoon’s apartment, all that was on your mind was how badly you wanted to change out of your work clothes and shove your face full of noodles. Your options were probably limited to ramen but that would do. Everyone had tough days at work, you weren’t unique in that, but fuck you were ready to rid yourself of your work skin and settle into the comfort that Namjoon’s home provided.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend wouldn’t be home until later. I should have some dinner ready for him, you thought. Pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was that the lights were on. Is Namjoon home? The second thing, and the thing that took over your mind, manifesting in panic, was the smell of something… burning?

Sniffing the air deliberately, you quickly determined that something was indeed on fire. Letting the door close in a loud bang, you hurried through the apartment trying to find the source. “Joon?” You called out in worry. “Joon, are you here?” As you turned toward the kitchen, you were halted by running straight into a tall sturdy body, nearly knocking you onto your ass. Lucky for you, two arms quickly grabbed your waist, keeping you on your feet. “Fucksake, answer me next time,” you scolded lightly, your worry over a possible fire and the shock of running into Namjoon’s muscular body bursting out of you in a moment of frustration.

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Started: 01/17/22

Last updated: 07/27/22

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“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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new year’s eve kisses

bts x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 800+

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some quick little blurbs briefly describing new year’s kisses with the boys. They can be read as reader-insert or if you follow the ‘longterm couples’ you can read it with the oc’s in mind. Happy New Year, lovelies! <3 I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Seokjin: he kisses you mid-laugh. He tells you a New Year’s Eve joke as everyone is counting down around you. 10, 9… “hey, what’s a cow’s favorite holiday?”… 7, 6, 5… “moo year’s eve!”… 3, 2… of course you laugh, you always do at Jin’s lame jokes. You’re smiling when he reaches for the back of your head and tugs you into a kiss, his touch gentle and loving. He always loves to see you laughing. This is a moment he’ll want to burn to his memory so he can recall you like this whenever he wants: carefree and happy. 

Yoongi: he’s giddy and slightly tipsy, flashing a gummy grin as you use his arm to twirl yourself under, twinkling fairy lights above you. Your enthusiasm alone has convinced him to participate in the countdown with you, both of you shouting from ten to Happy New Year! He’s still smiling when you pull him into a kiss with your fists grasping the collar of his shirt. He’s buzzed and you take him higher into that feeling of carefree blissfulness, forever and always his relief.

Hoseok: “Stuck with me for another year,” he drunkenly grins at you, his smile as stunning as ever. He’s drunk and you’re fond. Such an adorable lightweight. You roll your eyes at him and he’s beaming as you lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips. It takes him a moment to fall into the kiss with you, still finding too much amusement in your sassiness. And then he leans into you, allowing you to hold him upright, always his rock.

Namjoon: you’ve been sitting on his lap for the past twenty minutes, toying with the buttons on his shirt and the hair at the nape of his neck. His fingers are drawing patterns against your thigh, almost mindlessly as he watches you carefully while you speak on yet another topic to add to the list you’ve been burning through all evening. If it weren’t for the other people in the room counting down to the New Year, Namjoon would have forgotten anyone else even existed. When the clock strikes midnight, you flash him a warm smile and suddenly he feels like the shimmer of nostalgia and the brightness of his future meet in the glimmer of your features. He kisses you with passion as all your past memories together float within his mind, meeting the memories you’re yet to make.

Jimin: everyone around you is already kissing when Jimin downs the rest of his champagne, bottoms up. You take him up on the challenge, doing the same, and he smirks at you as you finish the glass. Slowly, he steals the empty flute from your grasp and snakes his arm around your lower back, tugging you close to him. “Hi,” he whispers, drawing a smile to your face as you reply: “happy new year, pretty boy”. Only then does he kiss you, one hand on your jaw as he immediately deepens it, full of passion and love, all for you.

Taehyung: you got separated over five minutes ago and he has been checking his watch every 30 seconds since then as he tries to wiggle his way out of the conversation. You told him to hurry back, after all. The ten second countdown begins, and he scans the room with wide worried eyes until you appear a few feet away, beaming at him. A massive boxy grin takes over his face as he points at you, both of you striding toward the other, all smiles and giddiness. As cheers erupt around you in celebration of the new year, your bodies crash into each other, Taehyung’s large hands grasping at your flesh as his mouth instantly works against your own. “I said hurry” you mumble into the meeting, Taehyung apologizing in the next breath. “You came looking for me” he replies, earning a smile from you as he peppers kisses along your jaw. It’s like no one else in the room matters; just you and him together.

Jungkook: he drags you out into the hallway, escaping the crowd as your hands toy with each other’s digits. Leaning with your backs against the wall, you whisper excitedly to each other, stealing the moment for the two of you, saying everything you’ve been thinking the entire night but only now have the chance to speak. As the hum of the countdown sounds from the other side of the wall, you smile at him. “Almost midnight.” Jungkook’s eyes travel across your features, appreciating each one as a masterpiece of constellations, your face a once in a lifetime landscape. Pushing himself off the wall, he cages you between the brick and his body, his hand on your hip, his mouth finding yours in an instant. You both smile into the meeting, though the grins quickly disappear as you lose yourselves in each other, and in the calm that you two create.

Calling Him Petnames For The First Time

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You call him Baby and find your new favorite game: Fluster the Hobi

Warnings: Teeny bit suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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“Babe, can you pass me that?” You asked as you were helping him pack up after rehearsal.

The pet name sounded so natural coming from you that Hobi almost didn’t notice, but then it registered in his head, causing him to freeze for a long second, staring at you.

“Hobi?”

He jumped slightly, shaking out his daze. “Yeah, sorry, here you go.” He said quickly, passing you the item in question, trying to hide the growing grin on his face.

“You okay?” You asked, noticing how he’d suddenly gone quiet.

“Mhm, I’m great.” He said lightly.

“Your face is red, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” You reached to feel his forehead, but he caught your hand in his.

“I’m fine,” He assured you with a chuckle. “You just surprised me.”

“Me? What did I do?” You asked, clueless.

“Babe.”

“Huh?”

He couldn’t help laughing now. “You called me babe.”

“Oh!” Now it was your turn to have your face heat up, this time in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, was that weird? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No it’s okay, more than okay actually, I’m just not used to hearing you call me things like that.” He explained, coming over and pulling you into a hug.

“Okay.” You said, relaxing into his hold, only to straighten again to look up at him as you realized something. ”You blushed!”

“Huh?”

“When I called you baby, you blushed!” You grinned up at him mischievously. “Since when are you that shy?”

“I-I’m not!” He stammered.

“So if I called you that again, nothing would happen?” You asked, tilting your head. “Baby?”

“DoN’t.” He whined, hating the fact that he could feel his face getting warm again.

“Don’t what, Sweetheart? What’s got my handsome Hobi all flustered?” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist, enjoying your newfound power.

“You’re being mean.” He whined, trying weakly to squirm out of your hold.

“I would never be mean to my Baby,” You cooed. “I just want to let him know what a sweet, handsome, cutie-patootie I think he is.”

“Eww.”

Both of you jumped apart as your heads whipped around to see Jungkook standing in the doorway, looking thoroughly disgusted by the current display in front of him.

“Why are you here?!” Hobi blurted.

“I forgot my headphones earlier, sorry. I am so, so sorry.” He said, stifling a laugh under a cough before quickly grabbing his things and retreating before anything else could be said.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this.” Hobi said, turning his attention back to you.

“I’m sorry.” You replied.

“Eh, there’s worse things to be made fun of for. Now then,” He suddenly lunged forward, catching you in a similar hold to before. “Let's find out what makes you blush, hm?”

boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

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Headcannon No. 4

A good shower can change your whole mood.

You sighed, rubbing the day's weary ache out of your bones with lavender scented lotion in circular pattern, making quick work of moving across the flesh of your thighs. You moved up your body, fingers digging into your torso and up between your breasts-

"Can I do that?"

You froze, looking up suddenly. Jimin had a vacant, heady expression on his face, unfocused eyes staring blankly at your skin. At first glance, he seemed frustrated with you, almost overwhelmingly irritated. You frowned, staring at him with a confused tilt to your eyebrows.

"What? I'm just putting on lotion," You asked, hand suspended in the air with a thick puddle of cream pooled in the center of your palm.

"Yeah, exactly," He mumbled, stepping closer, "Can I do that?"

"You wanna rub my lotion in for me?" You asked slowly, your brain slow to catch up.

He stepped towards you, a shaky breath releasing slowly from his full, rose colored lips. He nodded, reaching out a hand towards you, "Please?"

You snapped your eyes up to his, keening at the round, hopeful expression he wore. He looked like a puppy pleading to be played with, to be indulged for even just a moment.

"Sure," You said softly, holding your hand out towards him.

Lethal’s Masterlist (Updated)

Started: 6/30/20

Last Updated: 7/26/20

Total Works: 7

Key: (M) - Mature/smut

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Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

- Flame (bad-boy!au)

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/n, who is a lot more than what she seems.

Hoseok

- Mi Corazon (Fluff)

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties.

Jimin

- Luck (Fluff)

Summary: You’ve always been there for Jimin, supporting him through the majority of both of your lives, and he plans to thank you for it.

Taehyung

- Damsel (s2l!au)

Summary: Does fate exist? Maybe. If it does then it has one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together, the man that had to save you even though you two have never met a day in your life.

Jungkook

- Buttercup (Angst)

Summary: In which Y/N and Jungkook attempt and fail miserably at maintaining their “no feelings attached” agreement.

Smut

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Blurbs/Drabbles

Namjoon

- Comfort (Bff!au, Angst)

Summary: “I feel like I’m more of a background character.”

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

- Coincidences Happen...(Humor, Crack)

Summary: "Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook have all the permission in the world to end my life and I would say thank you.”

Taehyung

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

Jungkook

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

- Love Again (Angst, M)

Summary: “Would it be too much to ask if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?”

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Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

i was not prepared for vampire jk….

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.

appreciate—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word

thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)

it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.

"do you miss your family?"

you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.

"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."

"just through a screen, though."

"are you trying to make me cry or something?"

namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.

laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.

but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."

you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.

"you're my family."

a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.

"i know."

he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.

maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.

"i appreciate you," he says.

you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.

it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.

he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"

"no, uh, i understand that."

he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."

he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.

"y/n?"

you hum in response.

"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."

you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.

a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.

"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"

you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."

a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.

"i promise."