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[3:42 p.m.] the rain hits the windows in an irregular pattern, but you can only hear the thumping of namjoon's heart as your ear is pressed against his chest. the gentle rise and fall of both of your bodies are synchronized, and you focus your gaze on the flicker of the cinnamon-scented candle, the aroma filling the room so much so that you no longer discern its distinct scent as a new addition to the atmosphere. your hand that rested in namjoon's hair comes down to your line of sight, and his arms tighten around your body upon the loss of contact. the light of the fire reflects the diamond now resting on your finger, finally happy to find its long-lost soulmate. namjoon had proposed several days ago, yet the giddiness in your chest and the lightheadedness you feel every time you are reminded of his new title is not a feeling you think you'll ever get used to. your eyes trail up from his lips to his closed eyes, and you whisper, "my fiancee." his eyes blink open slowly at the sound of your voice breaking the silence in the room, and he gives you a tired grin. "it doesn't feel real, namjoon. it's a dream, isn't it?" he reaches to tuck a strand of hair away from your forehead, the candlelight contouring your face. "well, y/n, if it's a dream, then I never want to wake up from it."

BTS reaction to you being drunk:

Kim Seokjin:

You never really liked alcohol, it always tasted bitter to you and you weren't really interested in being completely unfiltered in front of other people. Yet, here you were, in a bar in Seoul with three of your best friends, after they had literally dragged you out of your house.

The reason you had agreed to drink was because the outing was planned as a celebration for one of your friends' birthday, and you couldn't really say no to her puppy eyes and pleads.

The problem here was that you hardly ever drink, which resulted in you being very lightweight. Like, comically lightweight. So after one bottle of suju you were already fairly tipsy.

At the end of the night, you find yourself standing outside of the bar with the rest of your friends, teeth chattering due to the late night cold and dialing the number you knew by heart.

"Hey, sweetheart", you smile automatically at the sound of Jin's sweet voice, your hazy mind screaming with happiness at the thought of your boyfriend staying up until you get home. "Where are you?"

"I'm here", you slur into the phone, "And I want to cuddle, so come get me.", you demand in a whiny voice, pouting into the cellphone as if Jin can see your face.

"Ohhh... "Here" you say?", Jin sounds amused despite your seriousness, and your pout grows even more. "Mind sending me the address, love?", He asks ever so patiently, and you can already hear the dangling of the car keys in Jin's hand as he gets ready to leave.

"Okay", you mumble, hugging yourself tightly as you rock on your heels, regretting not bringing a jacket with you for this weather. "Just get here fast", you beg, already missing your boyfriend's soft hoodies and warm hugs.

"I'm on my way, cutie."

***

"Seokjinnie~~~~", you jump on your boyfriend as he opens the driver's car door and walks towards you, looking cute as ever in a soft pink sweater and black Adidas joggers, his dark blue slippers making a soft slapping sound against the sidewalk when he stumbles back from the force of your jump, wrapping his arms around your waist with a huff of surprise.

"Y/N", he laughs, setting you down gently, and pushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. His cap is pulled low over his eyes to avoid being recognized, but you can still see his full pink lips, and the need to kiss him overcomes you suddenly.

"Jinnieee~~~ You're so handsome, you know?", You mumble when Jin intertwines your hands, leading you to your car after thanking your friends for staying with you.

Jin smiles, opening the passenger door for you and pushing you in gently, before leaning forward to put on your seat belt for you. "I know", he replies, winking at you cheekily.

You stare at your boyfriend with heart eyes as he straps you in your seat and then fixes the strap of your blue glittery dress from where it slipped down your shoulder.

"You're so sexy", you continue, making your boyfriend chuckle as you continue to praise him, "And your lips are so prettyyyy. I wanna kiss them all the timeeee.", You say, reaching your hands to squeeze Jin's cheeks between the palms of your hands, causing his lips to pucker, and making you giggle.

Jin shakes his head, releasing your hands from his face gently and moving backwards to close your door.

"Let's get home, and then you'll kiss them as much as you want, okay?", He says when he starts the car ignition, shooting you a fond look before starting to drive.

You yawn, the warm air from the AC and the soft music playing on the radio causing you to fall into a dreamlike state. "Okay, sexy", you mumble, eyes drooping as you lean your head back on the car seat.

You can hear Jin's windshield wiper laugh in the back of your mind, but you don't really acknowledge it, eyes falling closed and breathing steadying as you fall asleep.

Yoongi:

This day had been a pain in the ass, to be honest. Your boyfriend, Yoongi, had completely dissapeared from your shared apartment lately, due to BTS's upcoming comeback, and he had been practicing and recording all month long, which usually resulted in him sleeping at the boys' shared dorm instead of coming back home (if he even got any sleep).

Usually, you knew how to deal with being alone. But today, even your most trusted friend couldn't hang out, and your apartment never felt so lonely.

All this resulted in you opening your boyfriend's favorite cabinet, and grabbing a bottle of his expensive vodkas.

Only after downing half of the bottle, did you start to realize that a) your boyfriend is not going to be happy about his favorite vodka missing, and b) you were tipsy.

Rocking your body slightly, you stare at your phone beside you with a frown. It seemed as if it was taunting you, encouraging you to call Suga even when you knew you definitely shouldn't disturb him.

Sighing heavily, you decide that indeed, calling Yoongi wasn't acceptable. But bombarding your Kakao Talk chat with pictures of you, glossy eyed and blurry, surely was.

You: I missdsdss uuuu

You: Come bac homefkf

You: Plzzzz

You: Meowewww

Suga💞: What are you doing????

Suga💞: Why are you drinking in the middle of the day

Forgetting your agreement with yourself, you pick up the phone, clicking on your boyfriend's number on speed dial and pressing the device to your ear, taking another sip of the golden liquid in your cup with a sigh.

"Y/N, I'm in the middle of recording", Yoongi says the second he picks up, and you pout, mad at the lack of attention you're getting.

"I'm sowwyy", you mumble in aeygo, "But I miss you lots", you pause before adding, "And I'm a bit drunk".

You hear Suga sigh on the other side of the line, exasperated yet undeniably fond. "Look, I can't talk right now, but I promise I'll come back home tonight, okay?"

You smile widely at the news, tapping your feet on the ground with excitement, your tears long forgotten. "Okay", you agree.

"Good. Now stop drinking and go take a shower or something. I'll talk to you later.", Suga says, ever the caring boyfriend, even when you constantly pester him.

"I love you", you say into the phone, softly, because you really do, and even your drunk self thinks that Yoongi deserves to know it.

"Me too, baby".

Hoseok:

You stumble through the door, kicking your shoes off the second you cross the welcome mat and stretching your hands over you head as you let out a yawn, your black sweater riding up to reveal a flash your tummy.

You're drunk. And tired. You had went to hang out with a friend at her house and somehow you ended up finishing three bottles of soju and dancing on the rooftop of her house barefoot.

It was fun, but you were completely drained right now and the fact that you walked from your friend's house to your own apartment in your state, only made you more exhausted.

"Y/N?? Is that you?", You hear a cautious voice before the sound of bare feet against your carpeted floor reaches your ears, and you raise you red eyes to stare at your boyfriend, who looks somewhere between amused and worried at the sight of you.

Hoseok looks good, even at this ungodly hour, caramel brown hair tussled and chocolate eyes shining. He's wearing one of his silk pyjamas, dark blue and complementing his golden skin as he stands under the warm lights of your apartment.

"Hoseokieeee", you smile, reaching your hands out to your boyfriend as you stumble towards him, almost tripping from your own shoes you had kicked off seconds earlier.

Your boyfriend smiles back at you, catching you when you lean against him, hands wrapped lightly around his upper back, head tilted up to look at him.

Jhope's nose scrunches cutely when he smells your soju reeking breath, but he doesn't release you, moving his head back to avoid the bitter odor of the alcohol.

"Well, you've definitely had something to drink", he says sarcastically, wrapping his own arms around your waist to pick you up in his arms, bridal style, and carrying you to the kitchen.

"Wowwwww", you slur when your boyfriend places you in the counter, "You're so strong and manlyy".

Hoseok snorts from his place inside the refrigerator, taking out a large bottle of water and two painkillers from the medicine supply cabinet.

"Here", he says, handing you a cup with ice cold water. "Now open your mouth", he commands, placing the painkillers on your tongue before moving back and watching as you down the water, making a face at the feeling of the pills sliding down your throat.

"Good job", he says with a smile, leaning down to peck your nose briefly and making you giggle quietly. "Now let's go sleep, hmm? It's pretty late".

You consider this for a moment, hands wrapped around your boyfriend's neck and legs wound around his waist as you hum thoughtfully, not noticing the soft, yet exasperated look, he sends you as you pretend to think.

"Okay", you agree finally, "But only if we cuddle", you say childishly, crossing your arms over your chest in a pose that delivered your will to fight for your word.

Laughing, Hoseok leans to peck your lips gently, before pulling back, nose crinkled. "Of course, baby. But you really have to wash your teeth first."

Namjoon:

Going out with a bunch of co-workers to dinner, as a celebration of the year ending, not surprisingly led to a bunch of drinks being passed out.

You liked the people you worked with, to be honest, so you didn't really mind getting drunk next to them, especially when they were all in the same state you were.

By the end of the night, you barely stumbled into a waiting taxi, which you might've have invited, you can't really remember.

Leaning your cheek against the cold surface of the car window, you stare at the scenery passing by as you hum an unknown song, ignoring the weird looks sent by the taxi driver towards you.

"Excuse me, miss. We reached the address."

Your blink blearily at the sound of the driver's voice, shaking your head as you yawn loudly. Drinking always makes you tired.

You hand the driver a wad of cash way too big for the 10 minute drive from the restaurant to wherever you are, opening the passenger door and almost closing it before the driver hands you back a handful of bills with a small smile.

You thank him quickly, closing the door behind you and walking towards the tall building in front of you, and you remember hazily that this is where you live, with your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon.

You stand in the elevator with your black heels in your hand, bouncing slightly on the soles of your feet at the thought of seeing Joon in a few moments.

When the elevator finally open with a ding, you stumble out of it, knocking on the door of your apartment. Luckily, it was the only one on the whole floor, so you didn't have to worry about intruding some stranger's sleep.

"Who is it?", You hear the confused voice of your lovely boyfriend, and only then does it occur to you that you have a key in the pocket of your jeans, and this is your own house, so you don't really need to knock.

"It's meeee", you say into the door, smiling when your boyfriend opens it with a small dimpled smile. "Surprise!!"

Namjoon chuckles, pulling you forward with a hand wrapped around your wrist before closing the door behind you, locking it afterwards. "You scared me for a second", he says with a grin. "How was the dinner?"

He's wearing his favorite gold-rimmed glasses, perched on the bottom of his nose cutely. His currently caramel hair is softly strewn across his forehead, and the soft olive color of the robe he's wearing compliments his skin nicely.

Judging by the thick book in his hand, he's been reading before you arrived, but knowing your boyfriend, it was just an excuse to stay awake and make sure you come back home safely.

"It was funnnnn", you slur, wrapping your arms around his broad chest. "But I missed youuu".

Namjoon laughs, pressing a quick kiss to you forehead. "So did I", he assures you as he hugs you back tightly, running a comforting hand down your back.

"Now let's get you out of these clothes", he says gently, and you raise an eyebrow with a smirk, "Ohhhh, I like the sound of that".

Your boyfriend blushes deeply before shaking his head with a smile, the holes on his cheeks making something inside you melt at the thought of being the reason for this display of cuteness.

He takes you to your shared room and grabs one of your PJ's from your closet, as you sit on the edge of the bed, swinging your legs and singing "Persona" off key.

Namjoon helps you out of your skinny black jeans and white buttoned up shirt, taking your black sandals off your feet carefully.

When you're finally changed into your striped light pink pajamas with the cute strawberry illustrations, you let RM tuck you into the bed, covering you with a blanket and pecking your lips briefly. "Go to sleep, love", he whispers, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"What about you?", you mumble, eyes already half closed as you struggle to stay awake.

"I'm just going to brush my teeth and bring you some water and painkillers for tomorrow", he assures you sweetly, pressing another peck to your chin. "I'll be back in a second."

"T'ank you, Joonie.", you whisper, feeling your boyfriend get up from the bed, and a hand stroking your cheek.

"Anything for you, baby".

Jimin:

You and Jimin had went on a date to one the best bars in Seoul, and now you were on the dance floor in your boyfriend's arms, swaying to the song playing loudly in the background.

Jimin looked amazing as always, his brown hair parted in the middle, glimmering against the bright lights, wearing a simple black tshirt with black skinny jeans and a matching belt. If looks could kill, you would be buried by now.

You were also wearing an all black outfit, a black mini dress with cuts on the upper thigh, matched with knee high boots, black as well.

Judging by the possessive way Jimin was holding your waist, he didn't really appreciate the people close to you, guys and girls as one.

You were already tipsy, since you and Jimin had both downed a few shots of alcohol before going to dance, and Jimin was way too handsome today, even more so when he was dancing, sweat trailing down the side of his neck, his hands wrapped around your lower back, pulling you even closer to him.

You pressed your forehead to Jimin's, smiling at him when you noticed the soft smile he was sending you. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and want, but also love and softness, and it was making your head dizzy.

Throwing all your self restraint out the window, you pressed yourself to your boyfriend's body completely, wrapping your arms securely around his neck as you leaned forward to capture his lips with your own.

Jimin tasted like alcohol, unsurprisingly, but also like the mint toothpaste he was addicted to and the watermelon gum you were chewing before you got here.

Your boyfriend let out a soft noise of surprise, but kissed you back immediately, making you smile against his lips.

The kiss was soft yet passionate, but you didn't want soft, you wanted Jimin. One of your hands on Jimin's neck trailed up to his hair, tugging on it softly as you bit on his lower lip, making him growl lowly.

Your tongues met with fiery passion, curling against each other as you both let the need consume you, ignoring the people bumping into you. You let out a soft sigh when Jimin's hand run down the curve of your ass and the top of your thigh before coming back to your waist.

"Babe", Jimin pulled away first, breathing heavily, lips red and swollen as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your neck. "We should go home", he mumbled against your skin, hands playing with the fabric of your dress absentmindedly.

You sighed at the feeling of your boyfriend's soft butterfly kisses and nod silently, hugging him tightly as you both sway left and right slowly, not minding the fast tempo of the song playing.

Jimin releases you after sometime, leaving one last peck to your puffy lips before intertwining your fingers tightly and leading you through the crowd, occasionally balancing you when you stumbled.

You walk outside the bar with your boyfriend, and he laughs when you start skipping down the street, still holding his hand as you drag him with you, hair flying behind you due to the wind.

"You're so drunk, baby", he laughs, shaking his head with a smile when you turn around, eyes wide and shining with mischief.

"Skip with me", you demand, and Jimin tilts his head back, laughing.

"I'm serious", you whine, pouting at Jimin and shaking your interlocked hands. "Come on".

Jimin sighs, unable to resist your puppy eyes. "I'm not drunk enough for this", he mumbles, but starts skipping with you down the street, thankful for the absence of people due to the late hour.

"You're lucky you're cute".

Taehyung:

You and Taehyung had went out for dinner with some of his many friends, at a fancy restaurant in Seoul.

Despite not knowing said friends very well, and being quite shy, Taehyung managed to convince you to come with his cursed puppy eyes and pouty lips, so here you were.

It actually was fun, and you got familiar with Tae's friends surprisingly quickly. The conversation was fluid and the food was tasty, and you were enjoying yourself. Maybe too much, judging by how your head was spinning.

Taehyung was completely sober next to you, since he hates drinking, his hand interlocked with yours under the table, rubbing circles on the back of your palm with his thumb gently as he conversed animatedly with his friends.

You were talking as well, a little too loud, laughing at the most random moments and just being lively in general. Any other time, you would be utterly embarrassed with how you were acting, but the nice buzz in your head prevented you from thinking clearly.

Taehyung was looking at you fondly, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched your drunk behaviour. To him, it was adorable and silly, but knowing you, you would be super embarrassed tommorow with the way you acted, so he decided to save you from yourself.

"Well, I think we'll get going", he announced, ignoring your pout as he helped you stand up, wrapping a hand around your waist loosely.

"I don't want tooooo", you whined slightly, making Taehyung's friends chuckle and your boyfriend roll his eyes in fond exasperation.

"It's late, Y/N, and I'm tired. You have work tomorrow as well", Taehyung reminds you patiently, and you huff in annoyance, your drunk state not allowing you to care in the least about something as trivial as work.

Still, you can't say no to Taehyung's pleading eyes, so you say goodbye to his friends before exiting the restaurant, leaning on your boyfriend's side.

It was cold outside, and the thin pink blouse you were wearing and short black skirt wasn't helping you warm up in the slightest.

You shivered against Taehyung, tucking your face a bit more into the side of his neck as you waddled along, and he noticed, frowning momentarily before taking off the long white coat he was wearing and slinging it over your shoulders.

"You'll never listen to me telling you to take a coat, will you?", He sighs as you cuddle into the warm fabric, the heat the wool let out making you feel drowsy.

You didn't answer, knowing your boyfriend was right, instead turning to backhug him gently, arms wrapped around his stomach as he continues walking with you attached to him.

"Don't need to", you say, pressing your smile into the back of Taehyung's gray knit sweater, "You always take care of me".

"Yeah, I should really stop doing that", Taehyung responds teasingly, covering your hands with his own as you reach the car.

You giggle, breathing in the scent of Taehyung's sweater: his original scent that can't be taken away. "But you won't", you mumbled, eyes closed, "Because you love me".

Taehyung hums, detaching you from him gently and spinning you around as he opens the passenger door for you, covering your head with his hand so you won't hit the ceiling of the car when you get in.

"I love you, too", you say, smiling at him goofily and making him smile softly at you- his automatic response whenever he sees you smile.

"I'm sorry I'm such a burden", you say, making Taehyung frown from where he was putting on your seatbelt, clearly not expecting the sudden sad tone of your voice.

"Hey", he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye, "I wish all my burdens were like you", he says gently, making you let out a wet chuckle as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

You let your eyes fall closed as your boyfriend starts the engine of the car, Taehyung's soft humming lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Jungkook:

Jungkook places the now empty bottle of red wine on the table with a satisfied sigh, before leaning back to place his head in your lap.

The two of you are sitting on the couch in your apartment, where you were having movie night, aka another excuse to drink together in the middle of the week.

You were sitting on one end of the couch, all the pillows supporting your body as you lean to the side, while Jungkook was spread on the rest of the space, legs dangling on the other end.

The movie you two were watching was long forgotten, and you were now both giggling drunkenly as Jungkook made weird faces from his place on your lap.

Despite being a bit tipsy, Jungkook wasn't as lightweight as you were, so he was still a bit surprised when you got up suddenly, grabbing his arm to pull him up with you.

"Kookie", you say with a smile as he stares at you in fond confusion, "Let's dance".

Jungkook smiles at you, raising an eyebrow. "There's no music, babe", he says, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.

"Oh", your smile fades for a second, while Jungkook's grows, finding your drunk behaviour too adorable. But then your grin comes back again, in full force. "You can sing, Jungkookie!"

Jungkook laughs at that, throwing his head back, before looking at you again. "What do you want me to sing, cupcake?", He asks gently, pushing a strand of hair from your face as you continue swaying slowly to an imaginary beat.

"Hmm...", You think for a moment before your face light up again. "Maybe... Euphoria?"

Jungkook smiles softly, eyes crinkling. You were probably the biggest fan of Euphoria there was, and you continusally proved your love for the song, even so long after it was released.

"You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, A reincarnation of my childhood dreams...", Jungkook starts gently, his honey voice making you smile as you lean your cheek against his broad shoulder, hugging him tightly.

"Take my hands now", Jungkook pulls away to kiss your intertwined hands sweetly, his soft black curls tickling the skin of your palm.

"You are the cause of my euphoria", his doe eyes shine as he stares at you, the look in his eyes so loving and pure that it melts you from inside, making you weak in the knees.

When your lips meet Jungkook's, everything fades away, the kiss so delicate and beautiful that you let out an unintentional sigh, melting into your boyfriend as his hand reaches up to cradle your face, the other curling on the hem of the oversized blue hoodie you were wearing, one of his hoodies you always "borrowed".

Jungkook pulls away after you both run out of air, pressing his lips to your forehead as you both regain your breathing.

"I love you", you whisper, your tipsy state of mind allowing you to say things you were usually too shy to say so freely.

"And I love you", Jungkook says back without hesitation, eyes honest.

"Good. Now give me a piggyback to our room. I'm tired", you command, making Jungkook gape at the sudden change of your demeanor.

"Aish, you're such a brat", he whines playfully, yet still crouches in front of you slightly, allowing you to clamber on his back, arms slung around his neck loosely as he gets up, tightening his hold on your thighs.

You place your head on Jungkook's firm back as he climbs up the stairs carefully, still singing Euphoria quiety.

"When I'm with you I'm in Eutopia".

BTS as your older brothers:

Kim Seokjin:

An Overprotective mom

Stays up all night when you go out to make sure you get back home safely

Scolds the shit out of you when you come back three quarters of a minute late

Might refuse to make food for you as a punishment

Which is actually the worst thing he can do

Your personal chef

You come to him whenever you're hungry

Can make edible food from a leaf and a cup of water

When he is cooking is the only time he is serious

Dad jokes 24/7

Occasionally he'll have a really good/stupid one that'll just make you start snorting

And that'll obviously trigger Jin's laugh

Which trigger yours all over again

Your parents sometimes rethink their life decisions

A dramatic bitch

Gets all offended if you forget to do something he asked

Will start shouting and throwing hands smh

You're so done with him half of the time

Is the type of crackhead to follow you on a date wearing a fake mustache and Hawaii skirt to make sure that the guy is keeping his respectful ten feet radius from you

Is soft for you on the inside

Shows it to you by going out to dinner with you whenever you're both free and bored

He pays all the time like the rich brother he is

Cooks you your favorite food whenever your sad

He loves you a lot♥️

Min Yoongi:

Most of the time you forget he exists

Usually sleeping or eating when he's home

He doesn't talk to you much

So you two alone could be quite awkward

A lot of stupid fights and silent treatments that usually end with you saying sorry first cause you gotta make progress somehow smh

But is low-key high-key protective and will kill anyone who hurts you

Whenever you're sad or something he'll very subtly comfort you (no skinship tho)

Gives you really good old man life advice to make you feel better

Pretends to be annoyed when you come to the studio to pass the time or check up on him.

But he secretly loves it when you come through the door with your cheerful smile and snacks

A thoughtful brother (although he tries not to show it)

The type of bro to go out to eat and bring you back a Big Mac saying it's leftovers lmao

listens to everything you say attentively even when he doesn't look at you or respond to you

Still says it's "a lucky guess" when he buys you the shoes you've been rambling about nonstop for your birthday 😍😂

Jung Hoseok:

You two get along really well

Jhope makes you feel like there's no age gap between the two of you

So loud and unfiltered that you sometimes pretend not to know him when in public

Tells you everything and rants to you about his daily life and problems

Encourages you to do the same and constantly sticks his nose in your business

Who is he? Since when is she your friend? What day is the party?

The type of brother to eavesdrop to all your calls and surprise you later with the information he gathered

But he doesn't limit you at all and isn't really overprotective

Trusts you with closed eyes so he'd be super disappointed and confused if you were to break that trust

He's your number 1 hypeman🔥

Will probably support you and cheer you on if you decide to become a dog food taster lmao

Dance competitions in the middle of the night in the living room

The person to go to when you're sad

The type to have tissues and Ben and Jerry's close by as if he was waiting for you to come to him

Hugs you when you're sad uwu

Is your personal fashion designer so you'll probably go to him when dressing up for a date

Buys you expensive clothing brands for your birthday

Kim Namjoon:

The sibling that all of your parents' intelligence went to *sigh*

The ideal older brother

You go to him whenever you want to rant about something because you know he'll listen while also giving you his own opinion (which is 99.9% of the time right)

You encourage him to come talk to you as well but regret it continusally when he starts highly philosophical conversations with you that you understand only 0.0559% of

All of your school projects and homework go through him before you give them in, guaranteeing you a straight A😏

You would prefer him just doing them for you but "homework helps you improve Y/N"

The type of brother to feel second hand embarrassment whenever he's with you in public and just smile down fondly while hoping the ground somehow opens up to swallow him

Feels awkward when it comes to skinship but will still rub your back or hug you gently when you're sad uwu

Always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

You always go to him when you want to do something your parents disagree with cause you know they trust him blindly and will listen to anything he says

Takes you to the new coffee shop that opened down the street and takes aesthetically pleasing pictures of you

Let's you poke his dimples

Introduces you to the BTS members and let's you hear all the songs he's composing at the moment

You're so done with him breaking your stuff so you ban him from your room lmao

Park Jimin:

The type of brother to act like your boyfriend

All your friends have crush on him (including your guy friends lol)

Sometimes you feel like he's younger than you because of his clingy and cute behaviour

The type to cuddle with you in your bed when it's 700° outside while ignoring your complaints

Can talk with you for hours on end about the silliest stuff

Whines like a baby when you don't give him enough attention

"Y/N! Stop doing your homework and talk to me!"

Despite his babyish acts, protects you from all the bad in the world fiercely

Gets super serious when it comes to your health and safety uwu

Loves when you wear his clothes so he send piles of his hoodies and t-shirts to your room

Fights with him always end with both of you crying and starting another fight over who says 'i'm sorry' last

Has a shit ton of photos in his phone of selfies of you two and photos he took of you

Calls you 'baby' and 'cutie'

Hangs out with your friends when they come over to yours and steals all the attention smh

Buys you random stuff just to make you happy

Always smiling around you💞

Kim Taehyung:

Your best friend as well as being your brother

Constantly pampering you and kissing you

The members know all about you cause he just won't stop talking about you

Loves to spend time with you and makes sure he always had a few hours spare a week to do so

Asks you to teach him to cook and gives up after you try to explain to him how to operate the oven

Teaches you how to fake cry so you can use it against your parents

Forces you to join him in his ever-changing hobbies (you will never forget his soap carving period)

Constantly throwing helpful yet occasionally hurtful comments about your style

Helps you redeem it by buying you clothes (from Gucci ofc) and going shopping with you

Snaps pictures of you at the most random moments

Shoots you a stank face when you say you look ugly and ignores you

Your Kakao Talk is full of his own memes that he sends you and more meme-worthy selfies

Wakes up in the morning to walk you to school just so he can talk to you

Calls you whenever he can when he's away and recaps everything that happened to him up to that second

Both of you live on talking with each other so you hardly fight

The type of person who has the ability to get you excited over a ladybug

"Isn't it adorable, Y/N?"

You understand him best (and yet he still manages to surprise you)

Jeon Jungkook:

Your enemy slash rival

Competes with you on everything

"I can wash the dishes, mom!" "Lol, I can wash them better"

Unfortunately, he's good at everything so he usually wins whatever competition he makes up

Probably beat your ass continusally during your childhood

Roasts you mercilessly smh

The type of brother to sit with you to see a movie without telling you it's horror and laugh his ass off when you fall off the sofa during the jumpscare

Has a folder in his phone filled with ugly photos of you in case he needs to black mail you

Joins you in watching K-dramas and the two of you cry together throughout the whole episode

Low-key cares about you alot

Will make you food in the middle of the night when you're hungry

You always go through him before doing anything because you'll be dead if you sneak out of the house without telling him and getting his permission

Helpless when you're sad

Will go to all of his hyungs for advice on how to make you feel better without making it obvious he loves you

Helps you when you're not good at something cause he is for sure

Refuses to believe you're not a kid anymore and gets emotional whenever he thinks about how much you two grew up uwu

BTS when you hurt yourself:

Kim Seokjin:

The smell in the kitchen was mouth-watering, and you were getting hungrier and hungrier as the seconds passed.

Jin was stirring the pork next you, the meat making sizzling sounds against the hot pan. He was singing some girl group song you didn't recognize, occasionally changing the lyrics or the tune to make you laugh.

You were doing your best to help, which wasn't much, by cutting the onions for the kimchi jiggae. Jin had tried to talk you out of it, since you were a very clumsy person and hated the kitchen, but you were determined to help, although the feeling of regret was growing with every passing second.

The chemical irritant in the onions was causing tears to form in your eyes once again, and you curse under your breath, dabbing at your burning eyes gently with a tissue.

"Y/N? You sure you don't want me to help you with that?"

You turn at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, blinking rapidly in an attempt to make your watering eyes come back to focus, and see Jin staring at you with an concerned expression.

There's a hint of amusement on his face, probably due to your overly sensitive eyes, but he looks mostly worried, the meat momentarily forgotten as he waits for your answer.

Your bottom lip juts out involuntarily, and you can't help but pout at the thought of letting Jin do this alone. As much as you hated cooking, you loved spending time with your lover even more, and making meals together was cute and domestic, everyone knows that.

"No, I'm okay, really. Just a little tears, that's all.", you say quickly, turning back to the onions with newfound energy after waving your hand dismissively at Seokjin.

You can hear your boyfriend sigh audibly, but he thankfully doesn't say anything, going back to his own tasks while you continue to cut the evil white vegetables, ignoring the tears streaming down your face.

Maybe it's because of your less than optimal sight, or your wet hands, or just your bad luck, but somehow, the knife you're holding slips just as you go to cut the last onion, leaving a nasty cut on the back of your hand.

You let out a shout of pain, releasing the wooden handle of the knife from the surprise, and the metal tool goes tumbling down, hitting the marble floor of the kitchen loudly.

"Oh my God! Y/N, are you okay?!?", Jin rushes to you at the speed of light, his slipper-clad feet skidding on the floor as he bolts to you, immediately reaching for your hand.

He lets out a gasp of horror when he sees the bright red of the blood streaming down your hand and to the floor, dripping steadily, and his brown eyes widen comically as he rushes you the sink to wash your hand.

You let him turn on the silver faucet, the cold water streaming steadily and calming the burn of the cut, and you sigh in relief, gently scrubbing your hand under the warm water, while Seokjin goes rushing to medicine cabinet, muttering incoherent things under his breath.

"Jin, I'm fine, it's not as bad as it looks.", you say in an attempt to calm down your boyfriend, who's currently throwing pills and syrups all over the place, probably looking for your stash of bandages.

Your boyfriend doesn't even answer, simply shooting you a death glare before continuing to search for the band-aids, and you sigh dejectedly, turning off the stream of water and walking over to the man.

You stand next to Soekjin silently for a few seconds, watching as he continues to pour around medical supplies until he finally finds what he's been looking for, letting out a victorious sound as he lifts up the small package of bandages.

He takes one out, wrapping the soft white material around your injured arm gently, as he holds your wrist delicately with his other hand, making sure you won't move.

You feel your heart beat harder when you see the focused look in your boyfriend's eyes, so intent on making sure he fixes you up perfectly.

His dark eyebrows are furrowed low over his chocolate eyes, his plump pink lips jutting out slightly in concentration.

The love you feel at the moment is overwhelming, and you can't help but run your fingers through his disorganized brown hair, smoothing it under the palm of your hands as you continue to stare at him.

Jin doesn't say anything, simply sighing again, and you know he's pissed. After all, he told you multiple times to be careful, even suggested to replace you, but you disagreed, and now you hurt yourself.

"I'm sorry", you whisper, focusing on your hands in Jin's hair, although you can clearly feel his eyes on you. "I just wanted to help. But I guess I really don't have a place in the kitchen".

You feel like a failure and a burden, and you guess Jin can feel it too, because there's slim fingers wrapped around your chin, pulling your face up to look at him.

"It's fine, baby. I was just worried for you. You know how stressed I am seeing you get hurt, right?", Jin asks softly, eyes boring into yours as he presses the palm of hand to your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb.

You feel a soft smile form on your face when Jin presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then another one to your bandaged hand.

"Now stay here, and I'll go finish cutting that onion, yeah?", Jin says as he gets up, walking over to the kitchen, and winking cheekily at you. "Maybe now the food will be ready today."

Min Yoongi:

It's summer again, which means you have to reorganize your closet. You dreaded this day for so long, too lazy to waste your time on such a trivial thing, but enough is enough.

Sighing dramatically, you fold another pair of long jeans and place them on the growing pile of winter clothes on the edge of your bed.

"What's with the long face?", your boyfriend, Suga, asks you from his side of the bed, amusement laced in his tone as your frown deepens even more, folding yet another pair of pants.

He's not really doing anything, just laying on your bed with his phone, probably scrolling through some work related documents, but you know the real reason he's here is to keep you company. If he actually wanted to work, he'd be in his studio, but your boyfriend knows how much you hate cleaning your closet, and he'd probably offer to help too if he'd know anything about sorting clothes.

He's wearing his favorite dark blue hoodie, it's sleeves long enough to cover his hands, and dark gray sweatpants. His hair is matted to his head from laying on the pillow for too long, black strands framing his pale face in weird angles, and his eyes are half-closed as he stares at his phone, slowly drooping downwards.

They do open, though, the second you grab a big pile of perfectly folded short-sleeved shirts, and clumsily climb on Yoongi's office chair, in order to reach the high shelves of the closet with your short height.

"Ya! Be careful when you're standing on the chair. Don't fall.", Yoongi warns you, his eyes completely focused now as you stand on the chair unbalanced, holding the swaying pile of clothes in your arms tightly.

You try to assure your lover you'll be okay, but the pile of clothes is effectively covering your mouth and whole face, so you simply nod, hoping he'll understand the gesture.

Placing the pile on the shelf, you turn around happily, smiling at Suga widely, but just as you're about to come down, your foot slips from the soft black padding of the chair, and you fall on your butt against the carpeted floor of your room with an 'oof'.

"Jesus Christ!", you hear your boyfriend yelling at the background, but you're too shocked to notice. There's footsteps heading towards you and then in a second you're in Suga's arms, who's holding you tightly to him while muttering curses under his breath.

"I told you, I fucking told you- Damnnit", he mumbles, not letting you move an inch from your spot on his lap as he checks you for any serious injuries.

But you don't even feel the sharp sting in your tailbone, too focused on the fact that your beautiful, perfectly organized, pile of clothes somehow fell with you.

"Shit- Baby, why are you crying? Does it hurt a lot? Should I call an ambulance?", Yoongi's asks, frantically wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks with his calloused thumbs, but you simply shake your head in response, letting out a choked sob.

"Yoongs- My clothes-", you sniff, pointing at the used-to-be pile miserably, your bottom lip wobbling as you recall the hours of hard work, all dissipating in a second.

Your boyfriend seems confused for a moment, following your gaze, and you watch as his expression changes from confusion to understanding, and finally, disbelief.

"You're unbelievable.", he finally mutters, but you can feel the way his hands slightly relax against your waist, and he doesn't push you away when you cling to him even more, burying your wet face in his neck and whining about how you'll never fold another piece of clothing in your life.

Jung Hoseok:

"And for the next step, just-", your boyfriend spins around gracefully, feet whirling so fast you can hardly see them anymore, and you blink, not quite registering the move.

Hoseok is dressed for dance today, with loose white Alladin pants and an oversized sleeveless brown top, his sneaker shining white against the floor of the practice room.

His wavy caramel hair is tucked under a white cap, cute curls popping out of the sides, and he's barefaced, his golden shining under the florescent lights above you.

Hoseok had told you he was going to the studio to practice some new choreography he was working on, and you had suggested coming with him. You also suggested he taught you the dance, although you didn't expect it to be this hard.

You weren't a horrible dancer, for someone who never even participated in a Zumba class, but next to THE J-hope, you were practically disabled.

You clear your throat, tugging slightly on the hem of your black tank top, and think of any way to do something even remotely similar to this move without looking ridiculous.

As if he sensed your thoughts, your boyfriend's smile grows and he lets out a short chuckle, leaning down to peck you on your nose quickly.

"Hey, it's no biggie, yeah? This is just for fun.", he says gently, moving back to look into your eyes with his own twinkling brown ones.

You nod, putting on your most serious face, and start the dance from the top, your shoes making awkward sounds against the waxed floor, nothing like your lover's smooth footsteps.

'And then just squat, jump back up, and turn-'

Your ankle twists and you let out a shout of pain as you fall down, legs crossed over each other awkwardly and face contorted in pain.

"Oh God, Y/N, baby, are you okay?"

J-hope's by your side in a split of a second, helping you up gently with his hands around your waist, steadying you.

You feel yourself blush with embarrassment, cheeks flaming hot as you try to stand on your own, wincing slightly when a bolt of pain runs from your right ankle to your leg.

"I think I twisted my ankle.", you say miserably, letting J-hope half-carry you to the leather couch at the edge of the large room, his one arm wrapped around your waist tightly while the other is holding your hand.

Hobi helps you clamber onto the couch, before sitting next to you and lifting your hurt leg gently, his fingers running over the jut of the bone with a feather light touch.

"I don't think it's broken, thank God.", he mumbles, eyes wide with worry as he tries to look for any sign of serious damage. "But maybe we should go to the hospital, anyway."

You shake your head quickly, finding the situation more and more embarrassing with every passing second. "No, no, it's okay, babe. It'll pass in a few.", you promise, interlocking your hands with J-hope's and sending him a smile, hopefully confident and not full of pain.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have let you do that-", Hoseok starts, voice full of sorrow and regret, but you cut him off immediately, shaking your head with fervor.

"None of that, Hobi. I wanted to learn the dance, and I was the one who asked. It's not your fault you got a clumsy baby for a girlfriend.", you say jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood, squeezing your intertwined hands softly.

Your boyfriend lets out a giggle, and you feel relief flooding through your chest when the familiar glint returns to his eyes, along with the toothy smile you love so much.

Hobi smiles, leaning forward to press the softest of kisses against your lips, his lips warm like the summer against your own, melting something in your heart.

"My baby".

Kim Namjoon:

You don't even flinch at the sound of glass shattering against the floor of the kitchen. Unfortunately, you were already used to things breaking, considering you lived in the same house with the clumsiest person on earth.

Groaning loudly, you get up from your comfortable spot on your maroon colored couch in the living room, slipping on your soft lavender slippers and padding over to the kitchen.

Namjoon's standing by the gray marble counter, a sheepish smile growing on his face when he sees your done expression.

He's wearing his signature clothes at home: a simple olive green t-shirt and black sweatpants. His hair is combed, strands of light pink carefully pushed away from his forehead, and there's embarrassment tinging his soft brown eyes as you lean against the doorway, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, baby", he says awkwardly, still sending you a smile as he rubs the back of his head nervously, messing up his hair slightly. "I just wanted a cup of water".

You sigh, but still walk towards your boyfriend, who's looking at you with slight confusion when you place your hands on his broad shoulders, pushing him towards the living room gently.

"Go to the living room before you break anything else, okay? I'll clean this up.", you say gently, your voice teasing as your lover looks at you with guilt in his eyes.

"Are you sure? I can organize here", he suggests hesitantly, clearly unsure if it's a good idea himself.

You smile and lean forward to kiss his cheek quickly, trying to show it's okay, you're used to cleaning up his messes, and it doesn't bother you at all. Honestly, the fact that Namjoon, with all his mature persona, was such a clumsy baby was rather indearing, in your opinion. "It's no biggie, I promise."

Your boyfriend smiles again, this time wider and more sincere, and leans forward to place a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, making your cheeks blush slightly. "Thank you, baby".

You look away shyly, glaring at RM playfully when he lets out a small chuckle at your cuteness, and push him once again towards the exit, watching as he walks towards the couch, waiting for you to finish and proceed with your movie night as planned.

You examine the shattered blue pieces of what was once a glass pitcher, now scattered all over the parquet floor of your kitchen. Your boyfriend probably was planning to fill the pitcher again when it fell, so at least there wasn't water on the floor, as well.

You decide to pick up the big pieces of glass first, and then sweep the smaller shards using a broom.

Squating over the glass pieces, you pick them up carefully, making sure you dispose all the broken glass into the garbage can before picking up more.

But when you bend down to pick another piece, you somehow slip, your knee coming to contact with the floor, straight on a sharp piece of glass.

You hiss when the glass gets stuck in your skin, blood already dripping down your leg in small red drops, but you react quickly, taking out the piece of glass without hesitation and throwing it to the trash before getting up and limping out of the small room.

"Hey, babe, should we wat-"

Namjoon's eyes widen when he sees the cut on your knee, quickly jumping to his feet, almost falling on his face in his hurry to get to you.

Despite his first reaction, your boyfriend seems to understand what happened without even asking, quickly leading you to the bathroom to wash your leg, the cut already hidden from the eye with the amount of blood covering it.

You let Joon wash your leg gently, his hands gentle against your skin, careful not to hurt you with his touch.

"Well, I guess you're not the only clumsy one", you say with a sigh, watching as the man in front of you applies some sort of healing ointment to your cut, quickly covering it with a band-aid.

"I'm sorry, love, I should have done it myself", Namjoon says with sorrow, and you feel guilty for making him feel this way, immediately reaching forward to grab his cheeks with your hands, forcing him to look up at you.

"Hey, none of that. I wasn't being careful enough, it was obvious something like this would happen.", you assure the pink-haired man sweetly, squeezing his cheeks together until his lips pucker out, making you let out a giggle as Namjoon rolls his eyes slightly, pulling away from you to intertwine your hands.

"Plus, if I cut myself, I'd probably be taking you to the hospital right now if it was the other way around."

Park Jimin:

Surprise date nights were always extremely nice, especially when your boyfriend was Park Jimin.

You sigh when you stick the key into the wooden door of your apartment, exhaustion seeping through your bones. You were tired after a long day of working at the office, and all you really wanted to do was change into your PJ's and cuddle with your boyfriend all night.

Pushing the door open slowly, your eyes widen at the unexpected sight in your living room. Instead of seeing a drowsy Jimin sitting on the couch, maybe napping, in his soft wool sleepshirts and messy blonde hair, your shared apartment is rather dark, the only light coming from candles scattered around the room.

The small circular kitchen table is set for two, shiny white plates glistening under the flickering lights of the candles, the metal utensils carefully placed by each plate, along with two glasses of wine and silk napkins.

There's an amazing smell as well, and you suspect that Jimin had made your favorite dish: Samgyeopsal. Considering your boyfriend never really like cooking, it warmed your heart to think he put so much effort for this surprise.

Just before you open your mouth to call Jimin, the only missing piece in this perfect scenery, you hear his voice behind you, coming from the second entrance to the living room, where your bedroom is.

"Welcome home, baby", the honey voice you love so dearly says softly, and you turn around to see your boyfriend smiling at you with the galaxy in his eyes.

He's wearing a soft blue shirt, falling loosely around his lean body, but not hiding at all his strong chest and biceps. His blonde hair is brushed without too much thought, looking soft against his fair skin, and you desperately want to run your hands through the long strands.

His face is just a little puffy, his plump lips curved into the prettiest grin, white teeth shining even more under the dim light, and his eyes are twinkling like clumps coal, almost disappearing above his mochi cheeks.

"Jimin!!!", you don't hesitate to run to your boyfriend, wrapping your hands around his small waist tightly, "This is amazing. Thank you so much.", you mumble into the soft cloth of his top, pressing your cheek to his chest, where you can feel the steady beat of his heart.

The man holding you laughs sweetly, placing one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, stroking your hair gently. "You're welcome, sweetheart".

Jimin places a soft kiss on your lips, before pulling away and intertwining your hands, your fingers organizing themselves naturally besides each other as he leads you to the table.

There's a single candle in the middle of the table, this pretty wax candle with small white stars decorating it on the outside, standing tall on the spotless white tablecloth.

As Jimin goes to bring the food, you pick up the candle from the table, planning to move it somewhere else to make room for the food, when a drop of melted wax falls from the edge of the candle to your hand.

You somehow manage to keep holding the candle, despite the burn against your skin, quickly blowing out the candle and placing it on the marble counter.

Jimin was just bringing the food when he sees your pained expression, and his eyebrows furrow with worry as he places the food on the table and rushes to you, where you're cradling your arm to your chest.

"The candle melted on me", you explain, letting Jimin take your hand in his, his frown deepening even more at the sight of the red patch of skin, your sensitive body already reacting to the burn.

"You should really put something on this", Jimin says worriedly, tugging his bottom lip between his upper teeth as he inspects the forming rash.

You let your boyfriend take you to the medicine cabinet, watching with slight amusement as he stares at the different ointments with confusion, looking for the right one for some time before finding it, sending you an apologetic smile.

He carefully applies the paste to your hand, sending you looks every few seconds to make sure he isn't hurting you, and wraps your hand in a bandage, before pulling you in for a hug, so you're seated in his lap on the floor, straddling him.

"I think I'll stick to led candles next time", he says with laughter in his voice, his body shaking against yours as he giggles, lips pressed to the space between your shoulder and neck. "I love you, beautiful."

Kim Taehyung:

You don't know how you always find yourself in this situation, with Taehyung on top of you, pinning you down easily with his strong body.

He's sitting on your thighs, holding your wrists together above your head with one large hand, while the other is traveling up and down your sides, his thin fingers skimming over the most sensitive parts of your body: below your ribs, above your belly button, in your armpits.

Tears gather in your eyes as you thrash in your boyfriend's hold, desperately trying to get away from the torturing hands. Your begging seems to reach dead ears, though, because Taehyung doesn't even lessen his grip on you, despite your cries and choked shouts for mercy.

You have to admit that you were the one who attacked your boyfriend first, jumping on him when he was peacefully lying in bed, scrolling through his Instagram without a care in the world. But in your defense, your lover has no right to ignore you for the sake of his phone.

The 'oof' Taehyung had let out when you jumped on him had been hilarious at that second, but the laugher was short lived when you saw the devilish smirk forming on your boyfriend's handsome face, replacing the surprise and the slight pain from before.

And now you were here. With Tae above you, killing you slowly with his cursed hands, looking annoyingly hot, even so early in the morning, with his curly black hair and his melanin skin, shining even brighter than the sun outside.

His face is still a little puffy from the morning, eyes still a little droopy with sleep, yet he still manages to win you so easily, even when you're giving all you got, and that pisses you off.

Thinking quickly, you put all the energy you have left to lift your upper body from the soft matress of the bed, and you watch with satisfaction when Taehyung's smug face turns into one of surprise as you flip the two of you, so you're on top now, straddling him with your legs on either side of his body.

Not wasting any time, you pick up the closest object to you, which happens to be a soft feather pillow, before slamming it into Tae's face with a shout, and leap off of him in the speed of light straight after, sprinting down the hall.

You squeal when you hear the crazed laughter of your boyfriend behind you, and you run even faster, the hallway of your apartment flying by in a flash as you reach the living room.

Too immersed in running away from your terrifying boyfriend, you don't even notice one of Taehyung's many slippers, constantly lying around your house, and your eyes widen a second too late, slipping and falling straight on your back.

"Oh, you've done it now-", Taehyung stops mid sentence, skidding to a stop when he sees you sprawled on the (thankfully) carpeted floor, his smile switching to an expression of confusion.

"Ouch", you say miserably, pushing yourself up to a sitting position as you rub your back with a pout. The fall wasn't that bad, thanks to the cream-colored carpet you landed on, but it still wasn't pleasant.

"Are you okay?", Taehyung asks you, crouching next to you, and your frown deepens when you notice your boyfriend pursing his lips in a poor attempt to hide his smile.

"Ya, it's not funny", you whine, but you don't push your boyfriend away when he picks you up in his arms easily, carrying you bridal style towards your room.

"Pabo", Taehyung says teasingly, pressing a sweet kiss to your nose, "That's what you get for trying to run away from me".

Jeon Jungkook:

Being Jeon Jungkook's girlfriend meant working out. Alot. Not that you've never worked out before you met him, but being just as competitive as Jungkook, you couldn't just let your boyfriend be the active one between the two of you.

Which is why you were now standing in the gym of your shared apartment, in your favorite gray Nike leggings, transperent from the knee down, a simple black sport bra, and matching black sneakers.

Your hair is pulled into a tight ponytail, and you're watching your boyfriend, who's currently running on the treadmill.

Jungkook looks good, even with the sweat trailing down his face and soaking his shirt (maybe it made him even hotter). His black hair was matted to his face, strands of it hanging over his eyes, and his dark eyes were squinted, focused on the clock in front of him.

His simple white tank top was completely stuck to his body, a bit transperent thanks to his sweat, and you could clearly see his abs, clenching and unclenching with every step he took.

With a final huff of exertion, the treadmill stopped, and your boyfriend collapsed against it, leaning on it as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

"You crazy muscle pig. You keep getting stronger and stronger", you say teasingly, but your voice is filled with admiration. Jungkook never stopped surprising you, just when you thought he couldn't get better.

Your boyfriend smiles weakly as you make your way to him, still not having enough energy to respond, and you stop in front of him, handing him his water bottle and cleaning his face gently with a soft white towel, absorbing the sweat.

"Thanks", he manages to let out, lifting the water bottle to his mouth and gulping it down in mere seconds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after.

Staring at your boyfriend, you make a decision, thinking for a second before saying: "I want to add ten minutes to my time".

At that, Jungkook looks up at you, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Are you sure?", he asks hesitantly, clearly not wanting to make you feel weak, but also worrying for you. "You run long enough as it is".

"Well", you shrug, slinging your own towel around your shoulder. "You added more time today. I got to up my game, you know?", you say jokingly, but Jungkook doesn't laugh, still looking concerned.

"I'll be fine", you say, pushing Jungkook off the treadmill gently. "You're here if anything happens", you remind him.

Jungkook opens him mouth to say something, probably to try to convince you, but you shoot him a quick look to shut him up, and get on the large machine before he can protest.

You start running, and it's fine at the beginning. After half an hour your legs start to burn and your breathing is heavy, echoing in the room. Usually, you'd end here, but you decided to do forty five minutes today, and with your current speed, it wasn't easy at all.

10 minutes left. Your eyes are burning and there's no more air in your lungs. But you have to keep going, you can't lose to Jungkook.

5 more minutes left. Your legs wobble. You can hear your boyfriend call out your name, concerned. Your eyes are half-shut, head spinning, you see Jungkook ten times instead of one.

"Y/N!!"

Your eyes open. You're in Jungkook's lap, who's staring at you with frightened eyes. Your hair is wet, water dripping down the side of your face steadily. Jungkook must have poured water on you to wake you up.

"Shit, are you okay?", Jungkook asks, pushing the hair away from your face, the palms of his hands burning like fire against your skin. "I have to call an ambulance, shit-"

"No, don't, I'm fine", you protest, managing to sit up in Jungkook's lap. "I just pushed myself to the edge, that's all", you promise, grabbing a nearby water bottle and downing it down in two gulps.

Jungkook shakes his head, still looking frantic, and you grab his cheeks, forcing him to look at you in the eye.

"I'm fine", you whisper, "I'm fine, Jungkookie. I guess it's still hard for me to understand that my boyfriend is unbeatable in all things, especially sports", you say with a sarcastic roll of your eyes, and Jungkook finally smiles, breathing out a sigh of relief and pressing his forehead to yours, just breathing you in.

"Can you say that again loudly, so I'll record it for the future?"

BTS when they’re jealous:

Kim Seokjin:

You run a hand down the material of your dress, inspecting your reflection in the mirror of your bedroom with concentration.

You had to admit you looked good, despite not being one to ever be satisfied with how you look. The apricot colored satin skirt clung to your thighs just right, the matching black shoulder less crop top showing just a sliver of your tanned skin, and your hair is cascading down your back in dark waves, shining underneath the white lights of your bedroom.

Usually, you didn't dress like this for a club, but today your best friend was celebrating her birthday, and you felt the need to look nice for this occasion.

"Love, have you seen my-", the soft voice you knew all too well ceases abruptly, and you turn around to face your boyfriend who's standing in the entrance to your room, his eyes wide and mouth slack.

"You good, Jinnie?", You ask gently, your voice slightly amused when Jin gulps, eyeing your body nervously before looking away, a pink blush dusting his cheeks cutely.

"Uh, yeah. You're going to Y/B/F/N's birthday, right? Remind me who's going to attend, I forgot.", Jin asks in a casual tone, moving around the room in search of whatever he came looking for.

You smirk to yourself, not even bothering to mention that you never told Seokjin who was coming to the party, but you find it cute that he's getting jealous, considering he's a pretty chill boyfriend most of the time.

"It's just a few friends, not anything big", you say with a dismissive wave, biting your lip to keep from smiling when your lover raises his head from where it was stuck in your shared closet, a dissatisfied expression on his handsome face at the sound of your answer.

"Like, girl friends, or friends from the male kind?", Jin continues with his questions, and you choke slightly at his not-so subtle wording, unable to stop yourself from chuckling now, covering your gloss-covered lips with the back of your hand as you laugh.

"Mostly girl friends, but there might be a few males as well", you answer, still giggling as you stare at the black-haired man's growing pout.

Seokjin sighs at that, getting up from his crouching position on the furry carpet covering the floor of the room, and walks towards you with his arms crossed in front of his chest protectively.

"Just- Be careful, okay? Text me when you're there so I know you're fine.", Seokjin requests gently, his hands coming to your shoulders, squeezing them gently as he stares at you with a hopeful expression.

You feel yourself soften a bit at the worry in your boyfriend's eyes, bringing your own hands up to cup his cheeks gently. "You have nothing to worry about, Jin. The guys all know I'm in a relationship, and they would never make a move on me, okay? I'll be fine."

Jin nods, looking a bit more relieved as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, causing you to close your eyes as you stay there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of your boyfriend's plump lips against your skin.

"You're really cute when you're jealous", you say teasingly when Seokjin pulls back, wiggling your eyebrows when he rolls his eyes at you. "I should do this more often".

Seokjin shakes his head at your teasing, pretending to be serious when he glares at you playfully, "The cuteness wears off after the first time, so I wouldn't recommend it", he says seriously.

You laugh, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips, when your phone rings, causing you to lean back and look at the screen, where the name of one of your friends was written, signaling you he's here to pick up.

"I have to go", you mumble, kissing Jin's cheek sweetly before grabbing your black leather purse, and walking out the door with your boyfriend following you close behind, seeing you to the door.

"Have fun, sweetie, but not too much. And I love you!", Jin calls after you, causing you to snort and shake your head, turning around to wave one last time at your lover. "I love you, too."

Min Yoongi:

You're staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, when someone in front of you clears his throat rather loudly.

Raising your head up in confusion, you're met with unfamiliar brown eyes and a tuft of raven hair, attached to a tanned face with a blinding smile. You definitely didn't know the young man in front of you, and you can feel uneasiness seep through your bones when the other doesn't make any move to walk away from you, smiling even brighter towards you.

"Um, hello?", you say awkwardly, breaking the stifling silence with a hesitant greeting and a small smile, hoping the guy would say what he wanted to say and leave.

"Hello", the guy replies in a cheery voice, his own smile not disappearing for a second as he gestures towards the wooden chair in front of you, his aura screaming confidence. "Can I sit here?"

You're dumbfounded, staring at the other man with your mouth slightly open. You were still hoping you were wrong, but the growing fear inside of you is telling you that this guy is flirting with you, and the timing literally couldn't be worse.

You tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, like you always do when you're nervous, and feel your cheeks turn bright red when you drop your hands back to your lap, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly.

"Actually-", "I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are", the guy doesn't even wait for your reply, and you choke slightly at the blatant comment, the absurdity of the situation taking you off guard.

Sure, you've been flirted with before, but none of them were quite as confident and honest as this young man, standing in front of you nonchalantly with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark blue slacks, his brown shirt fitting the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop.

Who flirts with people at a coffee shop these days, anyway? You weren't even dressed that nicely, opting for a simple white shirt tucked into black skinny jeans, and an old denim jacket.

You don't want to do this, since this guy didn't look harmful in the least, despite having a self esteem high enough to reach the clouds, but you didn't really have a choice, since Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, probably still waiting for your coffee orders to come out.

“Listen, I'm really sorry, but I have a-", "Jagiya, what's going on?", you turn around with surprise and relief, letting out an almost inaudible sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, holding two large cups in his arms, his eyes calm but undeniably cold.

There's a blank look on Yoongi's pale face, the look that got you slightly intimidated before you started dating and understood Min Yoongi was a huge ball of fluff in disguise. It was here now, but it wasn't directed towards you, your boyfriend's dark eyes locked on the stranger by your table.

Yoongi's looking cute as always, in a black-and-white knit sweater and blue jeans ripped at the knees. His chestnut brown hair is falling over his forehead messily, reflecting the warm lights in the cafe, and his pink lips are set into a thin line as he places your beverages on the round wooden table in front of you.

But despite his adorable looks, there's nothing adorable in the way Suga slips into his seat in front of you, sipping his black coffee slowly before looking up at the shocked guy.

"Did you need something?", your lover asks offhandedly, turning to the young man, and his voice doesn't reveal any emotion, but you can see the way his hands tighten just slightly around his cup, his delicate hands clenching.

"Uh…", the younger man stutters, his eyes flying between the two of you for a few seconds before he bows lightly, "I was just leaving, actually", he says with an awkward smile, before turning around and walking out of the shop stiffly.

You can't help but laugh, amazed by your boyfriend, who managed to render the young man who was so shamelessly flirting with you a few moments ago, into a stuttering mess without even trying.

Yoongi doesn't even address the situation, simply going back to sipping his coffee, but you know he's still jealous because he's avoiding your eyes, looking outside the glass windows of the cafe instead.

"I was just going to tell him I have a boyfriend", you say honestly, staring at your boyfriend so he can see how genuine you were, "But he didn't let me say a word, and I didn't want to make a scene."

Yoongi finally raises his eyes to look at you, and there's hidden warmth in them, the kind that tells you he's not really mad, not at you anyway. "It's not your fault", he says simply.

You breathe out in relief, knowing how closed off Suga can be sometimes when he's jealous, and reach your hands forward to intertwine them with Yoongi's, admiring the contrast in your skin colors. "Thank you for saving me from that dude."

"It's nothing", your boyfriend shrugs, playing it cool, but he's clearly enjoying the affectionate gesture, his thumbs stroking your knuckles fondly, and his cheeks sporting a pretty blush, your favorite gummy smile coming to view when you say, "My hero."

Jung Hoseok:

Knocking on the wooden door of the practice room, you stick your phone in the back pocket of your ripped boyfriend jeans as you wait for your boyfriend to come open the door.

"Coming!", an unconscious smile surfaces your face at the sound of the cheery voice you love so much, and you wait impatiently as the door is being unlocked, feet tapping on the marble ground.

"Y/Nieee~~", Hoseok is leaping on you in a second, wrapping his strong arms around you tightly as he lifts you up and swings you around, not even letting you enter the room before initiating his enthusiastic greeting.

You can't help but laugh, wrapping your own thin arms around your lover's neck and clinging to him tightly, not minding the sweat dripping down his skin when you bury your face in his neck, inhaling the familiar smell of hard-work and dedication.

"Hey, baby", you mutter with a smile when J-hope finally lowers you down, pushing the other's wet black bangs from his eyes gently, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, which he responds to with an appreciating hum.

"I missed you so much, jagi.", J-hope mumbles, a pout on his full lips, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest, because despite your boyfriend's eyes that were always gleaming with happiness, you knew that every comeback took a heavy toll on him, even if he didn't show it.

"Me too, Hobi", you reply sincerely, thumbing at the creases between your lover's eyebrows in an attempt to soothe him. "I thought I'd come by today to say hi, we didn't spend time together in a while".

Your boyfriend nods in agreement, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes brighten and he grabs your shoulders tightly, pulling you closer to him. "How about we go on a date today? Grab some dinner or go to some bar in the city?"

Your heart clenches even more, because there's nothing that you wouldn't want more, nothing you wouldn't do to keep that bright smile on your boyfriend's face, but…

"I'm so sorry babe, I sort of already planned to go to dinner with Y/B/F/N… I didn't think you'd be free today because of the comeback", you say sorrowfully, feeling even worse when J-hope's excited grin disappears, replaced with a look of disappointment.

"Oh", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking away from you, a frown on his face, and you immediately know your boyfriend's jealous, capable of reading him like an open book after dating for so long.

Not hesitating for a second, you cup your boyfriend's soft cheeks gently, forcing him to look at you in the eye. "You know that I love you the most, right? And if Y/F/B/N didn't reserve spots already, I'd be cancelling in a second."

You're relieved to see J-hope's smile come back as he rubs your noses together softly, chuckling under his breath. "I love you too, jagi. It's okay, we can go get dinner tomorrow. Just the two of us.", He says with a determined expression, and you laugh, standing on your tiptoes to press kisses all over his face, your heart beating with overwhelming adoration. "Deal."

Kim Namjoon:

You shut the door after entering your apartment, hugging the black jacket hanging off your shoulders even tighter around your torso as you shiver uncontrollably, the chill outside still running through your bones.

"Joon, I'm home", you say into the empty living room, sighing in relief at the warmth of your home which was slowly, yet surely, melting your frozen limbs.

"Coming, babe", you hear your boyfriend say, then the sound of water shutting off, hinting he probably just got out of the shower, and then your boyfriend's exiting the hallway leading to your bedroom in all his wet glory.

Namjoon's dirty blonde hair is wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead like glue, and his soft brown eyes are twinkling at the sight of you, the air around you getting even hotter at the sight of the man you love so dearly. Your lover's chest is shirtless, his defined pecs and biceps shining with crystal clear drops of water, and his gray sweatpants sit low on his hips.

"Hey, love", the toothy grin on your boyfriend's mouth is adorable, to say the least, but you're slightly confused when the sweet smile changes into a confused frown, RM's dark eyes staring at a particular spot around your upper body.

You're confused, staring down at your clothes in search of a stain or a rip, anything that would justify the searching gaze in Namjoon's eyes, but your ripped black denim jeans and big white turtleneck look exactly the same since you left the house.

"Is that sweater yours?", Namjoon asks, his tone casual, but you can hear the slight urgency in his voice and, oh, everything makes sense now.

"Oh, actually... Y/F/N gave me it before we left because he thought it was gonna rain. I'll probably give it back to him tomorrow", you say carefully, already knowing Namjoon isn't liking the kind gesture from your male friend.

Namjoon nods absentmindedly at your answer, and you frown slightly before walking forward and cupping his warm cheeks in your hands. "There's nothing to be jealous of, he was just trying to take care of me."

Your boyfriend frowns even more at that, his strong hands coming to wrap around your waist at their own accord, pressing his forehead to yours. "I should be the only one taking care of you", he protests, his deep voice and sweet words sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"You take care of me the best", you promise with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss the frown of your boyfriend's lips, leaving gentle pecks against his mouth until he smiles with defeat, pulling you closer to kiss you properly, his mouth warm and soft against yours.

The innocent kiss turns rather heated rather quickly, and you let Namjoon take off the thick jacket hugging your body, throwing it to the side without care as you laugh at the obvious intent in his actions, the immature side of him surfacing, and it's rather cute. And hot.

"Let me take care of you, then", Namjoon mumbles as he pulls back slightly, one hand cupping your nape gently while the other strokes your ribs, and the hidden meaning in his words sends your heart into a frenzy, you can't help but pull him even closer to kiss him again, desperate and loving. "Okay."

Park Jimin:

You're running your hand through Jimin's hair, whose head is in your lap, his eyes almost half-closed already as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers against your scalp, soothing him to a peaceful slumber.

"Who are you talking to?", your boyfriend mumbles, his voice hoarse from lack of use and tiredness, and you almost don't hear him, looking away from your phone to Jimin's soft face, his eyes now more open as he stares at you expectantly.

"Huh?", you ask, slightly distracted when the device in your hand lets out another ping, signaling the arrival of a new message, and you can't help but smile at the sight of the text, writing back quickly before shutting off the screen and looking down at Jimin once more.

"What were you saying, baby?", you ask, brushing the older's black hair away from his forehead gently so you can see his eyes better, which are currently trained at you with curiosity, his full lips set into a small pout.

"I asked who you were texting", Jimin says with his soft voice, sighing contentedly when you rub the space between his eyebrows gently. "You've been messaging each other for the last half hour", his tone isn't accusing in any way, but the jealousy is evident, if the puppy eyes and pout weren't obvious enough.

"Oh, it's just some guy from high school. We saw each other today by chance and exchanged numbers, we want to do this huge reunion with the whole grade.", you explain, your smile growing at the face Jimin makes when he hears it's a guy.

"Can I see?", Jimin asks, pushing himself up to a sitting position and wrapping his arms around your shoulders loosely, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he peers down at your phone, his warm breath tickling the side of your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, but hand the phone over to Jimin anyway after muttering a fond 'brat', letting the older hold the device in his hands as he scrolls through the messages slowly, his eyes searching.

He sits there for a while, in his oversized white t-shirt and red sweats, his hair falling over his face messily after you played with it for so long, before finally raising his head to look at you worriedly. "Are you sure he's not flirting with you?"

You snort at that, shaking your head before snatching the phone away from Jimin. "Pretty sure, unless he's decided to give up on his wife and kid for a girl he hasn't seen in nearly eight years", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms when Jimin smiles sheepishly, not even trying to hide his relief at the news.

"Sorry, babe", he says with a wide grin, not sounding remotely sorry, and you huff, trying to hide your own smile when Jimin leaps at you, tugging you down and into his chest, his arms holding you close as he kisses your head sweetly. "But I can't help it. Can't have somebody steal my princess."

Kim Taehyung:

"Let's go there!", you say excitedly, pulling on Taehyung's arm which is locked with yours as you notice another clothing store you definitely have to check.

Your boyfriend doesn't resist at all, simply chuckling under his breath as you tug him through the crowd of people swarming the shopping center, and towards the fancy entrance to the store, where a nicely dressed bodyguard is standing.

The guard takes one look at you and Taehyung and lets you in, bowing his head slightly when your boyfriend enters, and you're once again thankful for Taehyung's well-kept looks that guarantee him an easy entrance almost anywhere.

Your boyfriend is dressed today rather casually, with a wine-colored button up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks, but he somehow managed to stay the center of attention, drawing everyone's eyes like a magnet.

You don't really mind, not when you are the one Taehyung's arm is wrapped around, the only one who he smiles at so brightly, his lips stretching into a boxy grin before pressing the softest of kisses to your nose.

You enter the small yet luxurious space, letting your boyfriend, a fashion enthusiastic himself, wander through the men section while you rush to the women section, carding through heaps of colorful clothes and taking out the ones that catch your eye.

Just as you take out a soft satin baby-blue dress, you turn around happily, dying to go over to Taehyung and show him the lot you found, and you crash into another body in your rush.

You can feel your cheeks burn bright red when you retract yourself from the body holding you loosely around the wrist, preventing your fall, and raise your head to apologise when-

"Y/N?", the shocked voice of the man is undeniably familiar, your head snapping up to look in the wide brown eyes of the guy in front of you, who breaks into a wide grin at the sight of you.

"Y/F/N?", you're just as shocked, you're own smile surfacing at the sight of your friend, who you haven't seen in several months after he moved from Seoul. "What are the chances?"

You were currently in Daegu with Taehyung, staying at his family home, and as far as you know, your guy friend lived all the way in Busan, so the chances of you meeting in the particular store are indeed very small.

Y/F/N shrugs carelessly, and pulls you in once again to hug you, your own arms coming up to pat him on the back lightly, enjoying the unexpected reunion with your long-time friend.

Just as you're about to pull away and continue asking Y/F/N about his business in Daegu, there's a confused voice behind you, the deep timber of it all too recognizable to you. "Y/N?"

You turn around, meeting the lost puppy glance of your lover, whose hands are filled with an assortment of outfits, each one stranger than the other, although you're sure he can pull all of them off easily.

"Tae!", you wave your boyfriend over, watching him trudge over reluctantly before saying, "This is Y/F/N. My friend from uni.", you explain, having told Taehyung plenty of times about Y/F/N, who you always got in trouble with at the university.

"Oh", Taehyung says simply, his eyes glittering with slight distaste as he hands over his arm to your friend, a fake smile on his face. Taehyung was a good actor, but not good enough to fool you.

You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung, squeezing them lightly to try to calm him down and also remind him to behave and not scare away your friend, who looked increasingly uncomfortable in the situation.

"What are you doing here, anyway?", you ask in hopes of easing the tension, referring to your friend, your own fake smile spread on your face, although you're sure it's not half as good as Taehyung's.

"Oh, I just came to buy a present for my boyfriend.", the dark-haired guy answers with a soft smile, "It's our two year anniversary tomorrow", he explains as you hum, enjoying the awkward noise Taehyung lets out from his spot beside you.

You can practically feel the embarrassment oozing off of Taehyung, and although you think he deserves it, you can't help but help your boyfriend out, nudging him gently with your shoulder. "Our anniversary is next month as well, right Tae?"

Taehyung nods so fast next to you, it's almost comical, and you put a hand over your mouth to try to conceal your laughter when Taehyung coughs loudly before saying, "Yeah, and congratulations man.", in a timid voice, his cold exterior gone entirely.

Your friend looks relieved, and a bit confused at the sudden change your boyfriend went through, but doesn't question it, instead smiling brightly towards the older, gesturing to the pile of clothes in his hands. "Maybe you should give me some advice on what to buy my boyfriend".

You can see Taehyung's eyes light up at the sound of the offer, and he's already whisking away your friend in a second, talking loudly about patterns and textures as Y/F/N listens intently, and you sigh in relief. They'll be best friends by the end of the day.

Jeon Jungkook:

"You should do it like this.", Taehyung explains once again, his tone slightly exasperated when takes your hand in his, placing it on black and white keys of the piano carefully.

"Sorry", you mumble sheepishly, sending your friend a small smile as he rolls his eyes playfully, tapping your back gently. "Scoot aside, I'll show you how it's done", he says with a jokingly prideful tone, sitting on the small black bench, his side pressed to you completely as he plays the keys gracefully, explaining the different sounds and purposes of the keys as you listen intently.

"Why didn't you ask me to teach you?", the voice comes from behind you, and you turn your head halfway, not surprised at all to see the maknae of BTS standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed and a small pout painting his lips.

His hair is still styled perfectly from the photoshoot, the thick layer of makeup making his skin seem terrifyingly white under the harsh lights, but he still looks gorgeous, the tight black turtleneck he's wearing accentuating his strong pecs and abs, the leather pants hugging his thick thighs perfectly.

You huff dramatically, meeting Jungkook's doe eyes with your own. "Maybe 'cause you were doing a photoshoot? Not to mention you don't know the first thing about playing a piano", you say sarcastically, but there's hidden fondness in your tone, all too used to Jungkook's jealousy after dating him for so long.

Taehyung laughs besides you, understanding the situation perfectly and standing up, brushing his black dress pants before ruffling your hair gently. "I got to head to the photoshoot. Catch you guys later.", he says simply, flicking Jungkook's chin with a chuckle before disappearing down the hall.

'How can someone look so manly and act like such a baby at the same time?', you wonder, unconsciously smiling at the sight of a frowning Jungkook, his arms crossed defiantly across his chest.

"Come here, Gukkie", you say gently, sending your lover your best puppy eyes as you pat the now empty spot next to you, watching with satisfaction when Jungkook hesitates for a mere second, before coming to sit next to you.

"You know that Taehyung is like a brother to me, right?", you say gently, kissing Jungkook's soft cheek just to see him blush cutely, before adding teasingly, "Who happens to be better than you at playing the piano".

As if waiting for you to challenge him, your boyfriend's soft eyes grow hard, jealousy and embarrassment long forgotten as he shoots you a confident smirk. "You're on.”

You end up making half of the staff run away at the inhumane noises you play on the piano, the whole room begging the two of you to stop, but when Jungkook laughs so hard tears come out of his eyes, his hands intertwining with yours as if on their own accord, and shooting a look so loving your heart feels like it's going to burst, you think it's worth it.

BTS when you’re pregnant:

Kim Seokjin: 

Week 15 of pregnancy meant many things. Things like constantly feeling nauseous, your nose being annoyingly stuffy, and a small baby bump starting to form. It also meant cravings. So much cravings.

You shovel another spoon of peanut butter into your mouth, frowning slightly when you realize the jar is almost empty. You're pretty sure it's the second jar of PB you finished this week, and it's only Tuesday.

You're spread on the couch like a burrito, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around you tightly, the television playing some cheesy drama, the kind you've been watching for the past weeks religiously.

Throwing away the now clean jar of the spread aside, you don't even hesitate to call your husband, Seokjin, pressing the ringing phone to your ear as you feel another wave of hunger cursing through your body like a hurricane.

"Hey, sweetheart", a small smile makes its way to your face at the sound of Jin's voice, and you feel your body relax for the first time today, curling a bit more into your gray couch.

"Hey", you mumble, blaming your pregnancy for the way your heart suddenly increased its pace, and you grip the phone even harder, trapping it between your ear and the white pillow supporting your back. "Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home. Like, two minutes away.", Jin answers, and despite being very happy to finally see your lover after a long, lonely day, you really need your peanut butter. 

"Well…", you bite your lip before smiling sheepishly, despite Jin not being able to see your face. "Can you turn around? We ran out of peanut butter."

"You finished another jar?", your boyfriend asks, his voice somewhere between exasperated and disbelieving. He never quite understood your weird craving for the spread, mostly because it's such an American food. 

"Yeah.", you say bashfully, and Seokjin sighs against your ear. "Baby, it's all you are eating for the last few days. You need to keep your body healthy.", he says gently, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

Of course, Jin was right. You had indeed been eating mostly peanut butter since your cravings started a few weeks ago, and your husband was going crazy seeing you sit on Reese's cups and peanut butter sandwiches all day long.

"But I want peanut butter", you whine into the phone, not caring the least about your childish behaviour, and Jin's silent for a second before he responds. 

"How about this? I come home, make you some real food, and if you don't want it, I'll go and buy peanut butter.", Seokjin suggests, and you wonder how the hell did you fall on this perfect man, who was so patient with you, but also firm, taking care of you in the best way possible.

You hesitate for a second, not really liking the idea, but something about Jin's tone tells you he won't take no for an answer, and making him turn around after he's practically here is plain cruel, even for your pregnancy-induced mind.

"Fine.", you agree reluctantly, and you hear the other sigh in relief, a slight chuckle in his voice when he says: "Good, because I'm already in the elevator of the building".

***

When Jin steps into the apartment, you're still sprawled all over the sofa, your hands on your small baby bump and legs extended carelessly.

"Sweetie", Jin walks over to you with a soft smile, a short chuckle escaping his lips when you tilt your head up for him, silently asking for a kiss.

He looks exhausted after a day of practicing nonstop, his slightly long black hair falling over his eyes carelessly, wearing a plain gray t-shirt with long sleeves and ripped boyfriend jeans. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and his lips look swollen, and you know it's because of his habit to bite them whenever he's stressed.

Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your husband, and you feel bad for being so selfish, even if you're carrying a living human inside of you. Jin was struggling to juggle his busy life as an idol and dealing with his pregnant wife, and you knew it.

You wrap your arms around Jin's neck when he leans down, pressing his lush lips against yours, and sigh into his mouth contentedly, momentarily forgetting about the need to vomit and your angry appetite, and just enjoying the affection you've been missing the whole day.

"How's my baby doing?", Jin mutters when he pulls back, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, and you exhale dramatically, tucking your face in the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. "Not good. I'm tired, and hungry and-"

"I meant the baby in your stomach", Jin says teasingly, letting out a high-pitched laugh when you pull away from him and send him a glare that could kill, your husband's humor existing even in times like this.

"Make me food, peasant. And it better be good.", you say flatly, raising an eyebrow at your lover, who simply shakes his head at you, muttering under his breath: "Nobody said pregnancy is like slavery".

You continue to stare at the TV blankly while your husband busies himself in the kitchen, humming to himself tunes and throwing around pots and pans loudly.

It must be around half an hour when Jin's head peeks out of the entrance to the kitchen, the apron tucked around his small waist covered with patches of flour and an assortment of colorful spices.

"It's ready!", he says with a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Get ready to get your mind blown.", He adds confidently, and you get up from the couch, hearing your stomach rumble as you get closer to the source of the amazing smell filling your apartment.

Jin always makes you food, and has always cooked for you since the two of you started dating, so you were very familiar with his food, but whatever was on the white porcelain plate on your kitchen table, you haven't seen before.

"What is that?", you ask curiously, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you inspect the omelet/pancake, unidentified red and green vegetables and pieces of seafood inside of it. There's also some sort of dark dipping sauce in a small bowl. 

"That",Jin says proudly, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was talking about something he was passionate about. "is my mother's famous Haemul Pajeon recipe. Our family's been eating this for years during cold winter nights. It's the best kind of comfort food."

You hum with interest, Jin's enthusiastic reaction lighting up some excitement inside of you, and sit down by the table, licking your lips as your boyfriend cuts you a slice of the large pancake, handing it over to you with an expecting grin.

You can't help but moan when you bite into the perfectly spiced Korean dish, closing your eyes with satisfaction as your taste buds enjoy for the first time in a while something that wasn't peanut butter.

"So?", Jin says mischievously, "Should I go buy some peanut butter to go with this?", he asks sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, too focused on the delicious food in front of you to answer him.

Later, when the two of you are cuddled up on the sofa, the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your bodies and Jin's warm hand rubbing circles onto your slowly-growing belly, you tilt your head back to meet your husband's soft brown eyes, sending him a small smile. "Thank you, baby. For the food. And I'm sorry for being a brat all of the time."

Jin laughs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay. I love you no matter what. And our baby girl, of course."

You lay there for a few more minutes of content silence, enjoying the warmth of each other after a long day for both of you. You can't help but laugh, shaking your head when a sudden thought comes to your head, and Jin lets out a questioning noise against your nape. "What is it?"

"Nothing", you snort, trying to silence your giggles in the palm of your hand, before turning to look at your husband, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I just realized I found my new craving."

Min Yoongi:

Waking up to yourself in week 28 was sort of like waking up to your pet elephant. You were huge now, your stomach and boobs blocking everything in front of you.  

Yoongi was still asleep beside you, one hand thrown lazily across your thick waist, the other tucked behind his head. He looks peaceful, like he always does when he's asleep, his dark hair falling over his forehead messily, his small mouth closed and letting out these deep breaths, indicating he was sound asleep.

Sighing, you brush your husband's bangs away from his face, admiring his fair skin and soft facial features. How the hell was this perfect human being here with you, when you look like this? When you feel like this?

Not able to take the sudden wave of emotions, you get up from your shared bed slowly, biting your lip when your body screams at you to stay in bed and not move until you go into labor. Your boyfriend stays unmoving, as expected, and for once you're thankful for his deep slumbers. You don't want him to see you like this.

You walk out of the hallway slowly, padding out of your shared bedroom in your fuzzy white socks and one of Yoongi's old white T-shirts and shorts, which is sadly the only thing that fits you right now.

Making breakfast is the only thing you want to do right now, the best way to take your mind off of things, and you walk determinant to the kitchen, bracing your hand against the wall as you do.

Unfortunately, the long golden body mirror at the edge of the hallway catches your attention, and you can't help but stop in front of it, feeling your heart drop as you look at your reflection.

Pregnant women were supposed to have some sort of natural glow, right? They were supposed to feel like goddesses, like they were thriving. But you just felt like a wretched mess, and nothing more than that.

You were always an athletic person, and maybe also a little weight conscious. Suga gave you more self-confidence, helping you in his subtle actions and words, but right now, you felt like you were losing control over your own body, and you hated it. What if you stay like this forever?

You feel a wave of panic surge through you, tears brimming in your eyes as you stare at the girl in the mirror, with the blood-shot eyes from uncomfortable sleeping, the messy bun of dark hair and the pale skin from staying home these last few weeks.

"Babe?", you turn at the sound of your lover's voice, still hoarse from sleep, meeting his brown eyes with your own watery ones. At the sight of your trembling bottom lip and quiet sniffling, Yoongi's previously half-shut eyes widen, walking over to you quickly with a concerned expression.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?", he asks with an uncharacteristically soft voice, his warm hands coming up to cup your face, wiping the small teardrops from your cheeks. His eyebrows are furrowed cutely, his face so close to yours you can smell his breath, still minty from brushing his teeth not too long ago.

You sob, the embarrassment of being caught like this only intensifying your feelings, and avoiding your husband's eyes, who turns your face back to him, gently yet firmly, his eyes showing no intent to back down.

"I just… I feel so ugly, Yoongi. And I'm so scared. Scared I'll stay like this forever, scared you think I'm not good enough…", the last words come out in a whisper, your cheeks burning bright red as your boyfriend stares at you incredulously, mouth slightly open.

"Y/N, I know you're pregnant and have all sorts of weird moods right now, but this… this is straight up ridiculous. I love you, I'm your husband, and I'll never leave you.", Yoongi says firmly, grabbing your shoulders tightly as if trying to pass his sincerity to you, and you feel ashamed now for making the love of your life look like this, so worried and sad over something so meaningless.

"I'm sorry", you whisper, because you have nothing else to say, and Suga clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he brings one hand up to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, now much softer than they were seconds before, holding love and affection that's meant only for you.

"Y/N, it's okay to feel ugly. You don't have to feel like you're a failure and a horrible person for not enjoying every second of your pregnancy. It's hard, and I love you so much for going through this. I love you so much for giving me our child.", he finishes, pressing a warm kiss to your hand, and you can't help but sob, the unexpected speech from your husband making you feel so much things, especially because you know how hard it is for him to say what's on his mind, even to you.

Yoongi doesn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms around your large figure carefully, pulling you closer until your face is buried in the crook of his neck, his hands stroking your hair slowly as you cry your heart out, letting out weeks of hidden fears and insecurities wash away with your tears.

Maybe you don't feel like the prettiest human right now, but it doesn't matter because you'll have the most beautiful child in the world, exactly like his father.

Jung Hoseok:

You're on the sofa in the living room, texting your mother, who you think is more concerned about your pregnancy than you are, when you feel something strange in your stomach, almost like gas bubbles, or a growling tummy.

You make a face and set your phone aside, squirming a bit on the blue-colored couch in an attempt to get comfortable. This feeling has been happening for a few weeks now, these little flutterings in your stomach, but now it's much more distinctive, and you place a hand on your curvy belly, trying to calm down the strange movements inside of it.

And that's when you feel it. The smallest of kicks against your palm, just above your belly button, like the wings of a butterfly, and you gasp, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the feeling that you now know is your baby moving in the womb.

How didn't you think about this possibility? You're already at your 25th week, just around the time when you can start feeling your baby's "quickenings".

"Oh my God. I have to tell Hoseok.", you whisper to yourself after a few seconds of complete shock, still a little bit delirious, before rolling into a seating position, your elbows supporting the weight of your unnaturally heavy body.

"Hoseok!", you shout, waiting impatiently as you hear cabinets closing hastily, and then the sound of hurried footsteps running down the hallway, before your husband's head pops out of the corner, eyes wide and worried.

"I was just making you a bowl of cereal, like you wanted. Are you okay?", your boyfriend asks gently, coming closer to you and crouching in front of the couch to be at eye level with you, his eyes scanning you for any reason of discomfort.

Hoseok's wearing an oversized dark grey sweater, light grey shorts and his favorite purple sandals, and there's cute black round glasses perched on his nose that make you feel all kinds of things, especially matched with his hot messy brown hair, but you don't let yourself dwell on his attractive appearance at the moment.

"Hobi", you whisper, not even knowing how to tell him about the fact that you've just felt your first child move for the first time. 

Hoseok's eyes furrow, looking even more worried than before, and he reaches his hand out to squeeze yours gently, his skin warm against yours. "I'm here. Talk to me, baby."

You don't talk, but you do reach out to take your conjoined hands, and place them on your stomach, right where you felt the baby move a few seconds before.  

It's quiet for a few seconds, your poor husband's expressions growing more confused by the second, but you know he feels it as well when his eyes suddenly widen, his jaw dropping and the hand against you jolting with surprise.

"Oh my God.", he breathes out, voice slightly shaky when he looks at you, his expression excited but also a little unsure, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Was that-"

"Yeah", you bite your lip, bringing up your interlocked hands to kiss J-hope's palm. "That's our baby boy, Hobi.", you say with a tone of disbelief that matches your husband's expression perfectly.

You're not really surprised when J-hope jumps up, knowing your boyfriend's energetic personality, but you still laugh when he starts dancing in front of you, matching his cries of happiness to his impressive popping skills.

The baby seems to feel your excitement and happiness, too, because you're pretty sure he moves even more than before, kicking even harder against your stomach, almost as if he was dancing in the womb as well.

"It looks like this kid will be a musician just like his dad.", you mumble later, when you and your husband are curled up on the sofa together, your hands wrapped around Hoseok's torso tightly and your head placed on his chest, the steady beating of his heart setting you in a dreamlike state. 

Hoseok laughs under you, and you feel the ripples underneath you, sending waves of warmth in your chest. He leans downwards towards you, pressing little butterfly kisses all over your face; your eyelids, your nose, cheeks and mouth.

He stops only when you're giggling like a teenage girl and pushing him away with your hands weakly, leaving one last peck on your lips before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face, pulling you even closer to him with his hands around your waist, caressing your baby bump carefully.

"Well, he might be a dancer like his dad, but that's not the most important thing", he says nonchalantly, and you raise your head to look at him, slightly surprised that Jung Hoseok, who loves music more than all the people you know combined, is saying that. "What's even more important, is that he'll be an angel like his mom."

Kim Namjoon:

When Namjoon walks through the doorway, you're already standing in front of it expectantly, two hands on your pudgy waist while your left leg is tapping on the floor steadily, a habit you have gained whenever you're nervous or stressed.

"Um… Hi, baby.", your husband says carefully, easily reading your body language and knowing something's wrong. "What's going on?"

He's dressed like he's been at work, which makes a lot of sense considering he was busy composing and producing the songs for the upcoming BTS album the whole day. His caramel hair is slicked back, pushed away from his face with hair gel, there are golden specs placed on the bottom of his nose, and he's wearing fashionable khakis tucked into a mint button up.

He looks tired, and what he really should be doing right now, instead of staring at you with a worried expression, is go take a long nap, but the growing panic in your chest is overwhelming, and you can't help but let it control you.

"We need to get the nursery ready", you announce, watching as Namjoon freezes on his way to you, his concerned expression changing into a more confused look, eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes and his mouth pulled into a small frown.

"The nursery is ready, though?", Namjoon replies, but it sounds more like a question than a statement, uncertainty tainting his voice as he seems to run through all the things you bought for the room since you discovered you were pregnant almost 36 weeks ago.

"It's not!", you reply, and maybe it's the unexpectedly sharp tone of your voice, or the slight shake of your hands that seems to jolt your husband awake, understanding filling his gaze as he scans your face carefully, his expression not as lost as before.

The past week or so, you've had these weird jolts of inhuman energy, followed by the need to organize and clean everything in sight, otherwise known as, the internet so generously explained to you, nesting. Namjoon had come home too many times to find you cleaning some old cabinet you never opened, folding loads of laundry for no apparent reason, and rearranging furniture in the middle of the night.

Your husband was slightly confused by the phenomenon for sure, but didn't try to stop you from cleaning as much as you like, although he did warn you to be careful not to wear yourself out, and tried to help as much as he could to take some of the pressure off of you.

"Okay, baby.", your boyfriend starts carefully, stepping towards you slowly as if he was scared you'll run away. "Why don't you tell me what needs to be done so we can figure it out, hmm?", he asks gently, finally reaching you, and his strong arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your large belly meets his hard torso.

You let yourself relax slightly, your own hands dropping to your sides uselessly, the tension in your shoulders slowly decreasing, and exhale loudly. "We need to paint the room, and fold the clothes in the closet, and maybe buy more toys-"

"Okay, okay.", Namjoon's palm comes up to cup your face sweetly, stopping your frantic rant, and he sends you a dimpled smile that you can't help but smile back to, because you were always a sucker for the deep holes in Namjoon's cheeks, pregnant or not. "We'll do everything, I promise. Everything will be perfect when our baby comes along."

You nod, letting Namjoon press a soothing kiss to your temple, before he pulls back, leading you to your shared bedroom with a hand around your waist, taking off his shirt when you enter the room as well, clueless.

"What are you doing?", you ask, not hiding your confusion when Namjoon throws on himself one of his old, worn out t-shirts he never wears anymore, before tossing a similar one to you. 

"Well, if we're going to paint the nursery today, we should probably wear something comfortable.", your lover says with a wide grin, and you can't help but grin back, changing into the huge shirt and taking off your pyjama shorts, before following Namjoon to the nursery, your heart feeling lighter than it was the whole day.

Park Jimin:

You whimper when you vomit again, lurching over the toilet as you empty your stomach, which you're legitimately surprised has anything left inside of it at this rate.

You can hear Jimin say something above you, but it sounds far away, like your head is underwater. You can feel his hand in your hair, pushing the sticky strands away from your face, the other one rubbing your back soothingly as he continues to mumble sweet assurances in your ear, even if you can't quite understand them.

Morning sickness was apparently just a name, because you were getting sick at the most random hours of the day, and it was definitely not limited to the early hours of it.

Just a few minutes ago, in fact, you were perfectly fine, helping Jimin cut some vegetables for a healthy salad before you suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea course through you, sprinting to the bathroom without another word to your husband, who followed you immediately, calling you name worriedly.

And now you were here, bent over the toilet for the last five minutes, letting out whatever food you ate today or maybe your whole life, with Jimin supporting you from behind, holding you through it.

Your knuckles are white from grasping the edge of the toilet in a death grip, when you finally let out a shaky breath that's been caught in your throat since you got here, letting your head fall between your shoulders as you try to catch your breath.

"Baby", Jimin's voice is soft and steady, but you can hear the worry and sadness tinging it. He hated seeing you like this, and you know he's blaming himself for not being able to do anything to make it better, even if none of this is his fault. "Do you think you can get up?"

You manage to nod, but don't make any move to straighten up, instead letting your husband's strong hands wrap around your shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around gently to face him, every movement calculated and careful, making sure not to trigger your vomiting all over again.

Your boyfriend's brown eyes are filled with pity when he sees your state, your eyes teary and red, face pale and body weak and motionless against him. "Oh, sweetie", he mumbles, brushing away the teardrops staining your cheeks, his skin warm against yours.

He looks so beautiful right now, with his blonde hair, which you insisted on combing today just because you find it so soft and fun to play with, and Jimin could never really resist you. He's wearing a simple black sweater, gray sweatpants, and fuzzy white socks, and his soft skin is shining under the harsh light of the bathroom, giving him an angel-like halo.

You would kiss him, but you feel like the taste of your mouth is probably deadly right now, and you don't even have the energy to cross the two inches left between your lips. 

Jimin seems to understand you perfectly, because he wraps a hand around your thin waist, pulling you close until your face is tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck, leaving a soft, fleeting kiss on your dark hair. "Do you want to take some medicine, babe?", he asks, murmuring the words against your head, and you nod against him, too tired to answer.

You shriek when you suddenly find yourself in the air, Jimin lifting you bridal style as it it's not big deal, still making sure not to jostle you too much, and wrap your hands around the blonde's neck to steady yourself, glaring at him when he giggles cutely. "Yah, you should've warned me!", You scold him, but your cheeks are already heating up from the romantic gesture, and Jimin seems to realize, sending you a cheek grin.

"Sorry, babe.", Jimin apologizes sweetly, pressing another warm kiss to your red cheek as he continues trekking down the hall with you in his arms, not stopping until he reaches the kitchen, where the vegetables are still waiting to be eaten. 

Placing you on the gray counter, Jimin shuffles through the different cabinets in the room, throwing out different ointments and medical supplies until he fishes out what he was looking for with a small victory cry, a container of pills your doctor recommended you to take whenever you suffer from morning sickness. 

"Here, take this", Jimin passes you the box, before walking over to the kettle and switching it on, the machine immediately starting to let out soft whistling noises. "I'll make you some camomile tea, okay?"

You mumble a gentle 'thank you', your whole body filling with warmth when Jimin passes you a glass of water to down the pill with, watching you when you swallow it with cautious eyes. 

You can't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl in the world, to be married to this amazing man, to carry your shared baby with this angelic human, and it feels like your heart is expanding when you watch Jimin blow on your tea, making sure it's not too hot, before handing it to you, standing between your legs and rubbing the inside of your thighs soothingly.

So you set the hot beverage aside, instead wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck, and pull your lover as close as possible, pressing your lips to his soft ones, smiling when you he lets out a surprised noise, but still wraps his own arms around your lower back, the action already natural to him by now.

You kiss for a while, these lazy, loving kisses that you enjoy even more than the hot, heated ones, and you can't help but whine when Jimin pulls away, biting your bottom lip gently as he does. 

He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes opening to meet your own, and there's this soft, dreamy smile on his face that makes you want to kiss him again, to tug him even closer to you. "That was nice baby, but you should drink your tea. Don't want you getting sick again."

You sigh, pouting with annoyance, but grab the mug of tea reluctantly, deciding not to make Jimin's life harder than it already is. "Fine, but only if I get cuddles."

Jimin laughs at that, pressing another peck to your pouty lips with a fond mumble of 'cutie', before pulling away and helping you off the counter, the grip on your waist steady and firm. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kim Taehyung:

"I'm nervous", you whisper to Taehyung, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you continue to walk down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the doctor's room at the end of it.

"Everything's going to be okay, don't worry.", your husband responds, sending you a soft smile, but you don't miss his slightly sweaty palms, and the nervous fluttering of his eyes. He was just as jittery as you.

Breathing through your nose, you stop in front of the tall door, gulping at the sight of the small sign mentioning the purpose of the room: "Doctor Choi Jisoo- Ultrasound and Pregnancy". It somehow made everything even more real.

Noticing your hesitation, Taehyung reaches in front of you, tapping the door with his knuckles before backing up, pulling you even closer to him before a soft feminine voice calls from inside. "Come in!"

You let out a shaky exhale, sending your lover another helpless look, and he smiles again, this time more genuinely, before pulling you to him to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm right here", he whispers, forehead pressed against yours, his thumbs stroking your cheeks soothingly, before he pulls away and opens the door.

The office is neat and pretty, light streaming in through large glass windows, a large white desk in front of them covered with organized piles of files, writing tools in a tall cup, and a small plate of mints. 

The woman sitting behind the desk fits the feeling of the office perfectly, a woman around her thirties, with shiny brown hair tucked into a tight bun, delicate features, and a slender figure clad in a white doctor's robe and a tight black pencil skirt reaching under her knee.

"Hello", the doctor sends you a small, yet kind-hearted smile, motioning you to sit down with a wave of her manicured hand. "You must be Kim Y/N. I'm Doctor Choi Jisoo, and I'll be doing your first ultrasound."

"Nice to meet you.", you reply, sending your own soft smile before continuing: "This is my husband, Kim Taehyung", you point at Taehyung, who bows his head towards the doctor respectfully. "Nice to meet you.", he says in his charmingly deep voice, still not letting go of your hand, placing it on his lap even after you sit down.

"Okay, let's get straight into it", the doctor says with a more formal voice, pointing at the clean, white bed in the edge of the room. "If you could lie there, please."

You get up, Taehyung following close behind you, and lie down on the hard mattress, watching as the doctor puts on gloves and takes a tube of clear-looking gel. "You're in your 12th week, right?", the doctor asks, lifting up your purple knit-sweater to reveal your tanned stomach as she gets ready to apply the gel.

"Yeah", you wince slightly when the cold gel touches your skin, and your boyfriend's by you in a second, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to get you to relax.

"I'm fine", you promise when you see the worry in Taehyung's dark eyes, squeezing his hand two times to reassure him, and he squeezes back, obviously holding back from saying something to the doctor.

You hold your breath when the doctor puts the transducer on your stomach, and you feel Taehyung still beside you as well, the feeling almost like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for your baby to appear.

"There it is!", the doctor says, and you can't help but let out a gasp, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, because even if the picture is grainy, and the baby is so small, not bigger than a plum, you already know he or she is the prettiest child in the world.

You vaguely register Taehyung beside you, mumbling something like 'the most beautiful thing I've ever seen', but you're too caught up in your own feelings, you don't even register it, nor the assurances of the doctor, promising you the baby is in perfect health and shape.

There's a light tap on your shoulder, and then you're turning around to meet the doctor's smiling face, her eyes bright, twinkling with something that looks like pride, and she's patting your head gently, whispering: "I'll give you two some time alone".

The seconds after the doctor exits the room are filled with so much unspoken words, the only sound in the room being the steady breathing of the two of you. It's Taehyung who speaks first, his voice filled with emotion and love.

"Our baby is beautiful", he mumbles, looking down at you, and you want to run your hand down his cheeks and wipe the glistening tears that lay there, but you also want to keep this image of him in mind, so beautiful, with his slightly curly black hair, his nose red from crying, deep eyes shiny from unshed tears, and lips stretched into a boxy grin so wide it blinds you.

"Yeah", you say back, your own voice sounding so filled with love and indescribable joy, and you let Taehyung wipe the tears off your cheeks with his lips, kissing all over your face as your grasp him tightly, afraid that this is all some amazing dream that'll slip through your fingers.

Later, when the two of you are home, Taehyung admiring your not-so-noticeable baby bump with a gaze so loving it melts you inside, running his hand up and down your stomach and telling you stories of what he thinks you should name him (he was sure it was a boy), you can't help but let out a disbelieving laugh, your boyfriend raising his eyebrows at the sudden action.

"We did that", you breathe out, your mind running back to the first picture of your first baby, which was now tucked safely in the drawer by your body, another copy already sent to get framed. 

Taehyung laughs at that, leaning up to hover over you, his legs tangled with yours, and he runs his hands up your sides, smiling when you squirm from the ticklish sensation. "Yeah.", he replies, his eyes soft like melted caramel. "We did."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Y/N!", the sudden shout jerks you out of your thoughts, and you turn around to your boyfriend, who's looking at you with raised eyebrows, his eyes showing confusion and slight worry. "I've called like two times already. What's gotten you so focused?"

"Sorry", you sigh, rubbing the space between your eyebrows. Now that you think about it, it seems like you've been on your laptop for a long time, judging by the fact that Jungkook's already home and the sun is setting outside, coloring the world in hues of orange and pink.

Jungkook doesn't answer, simply sliding his black duffle bag off his shoulder and walking over to the chair you're sitting on, standing behind it, close enough that you can feel the warmth emitting from his skin. 

"What are you doing?", he asks, staring at the open tabs in your laptop, numerous websites that range from "the size of your baby on week 23 of pregnancy", "ways to keep your body healthy during pregnancy", and "complications during labor".

You shrug, feeling slightly embarrassed at your boyfriend finding you surfing the internet like some crazed hag, and Jungkook seems to notice the change in your behaviour, because he turns the chair you're sitting on effortlessly, so you're facing him.

"Is everything okay?", Jungkook asks carefully, squatting down to your level and staring at you in the eyes, his expression slightly nervous like it always was when it came to talking about feelings.

You nod, but Jungkook doesn't seem to buy it, tilting your head up gently with a slim finger on your chin, so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. "You know you can tell me anything", he whispers, intelligent doe eyes holding so much sincerity and care that your heart stutters in your chest, and you sigh, running a distressed hand through your messy dark hair.

"I know, Kook.", you answer, pecking your husband's lips gratefully, and he hums against your lips, greatly satisfied by the gesture, before you pull back, biting your lip nervously while Jungkook stares at you, patiently waiting for you to say what's on your mind.

"I'm just", you start, your cheeks growing red at the thought of saying your cursed thoughts out loud, but you know better than to keep secrets from your husband, especially when it comes to your own child, so you grit your teeth and continue. "I'm scared I won't be a good mother. Like, what if I'm not responsible enough? I'm still so young, and so are you. Maybe having a kid at this age is crazy. What if we'll ruin his life?"

The silence that follows your ramble is deafening, Jungkook's mouth open slightly in surprise, his dark eyes wide, and you open your mouth to say something, anything to take back what you said, but Jungkook's already talking before you manage to.

"I don't know", your lover says, and you snap your head up on surprise, expecting some words of wisdom, or at the very least a clueless assurance. Jungkook seems to catch your shock, because he sends you a small, loving smile, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek gently with the back of his hand, something akin to awe in his eyes as he stares at you.

"All I know is, I love you.", Jungkook continues, his voice completely confident and firm, yet also soft and loving, and he reaches out to grasp your hands tightly, almost desperately, in his own warm hands. "I want to learn these things with you, Y/N. I want everything with you. The good and the bad, and everything in between."

You feel your eyes water at your husband's sincere words, his effect on you still the same even after years of marriage and dating, and you bring him forward to kiss him, even though it's more of a desperate clash of tongue and teeth than anything else.

You pull back after a few seconds to stare at Jungkook, stare at the man you love so dearly, the man you cherish in a place so deep in your heart that no one could ever replace. The human bunny you fell in love with all these years ago, with his soft black hair, his cute button nose you love to kiss, his plush pink lips that curve into that gorgeous smile of his, the shiny eyes that crinkle whenever he laughs at something silly you say.

"I Iove you too, Jungkookie.", you whisper in the soft atmosphere between you, pushing away the dark strands of hair from his forehead so you can drown even more in the eyes that hold all the secrets to the universe. "I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said."

"There's nothing stupid about being scared, love.", Jungkook mumbles, his own hands running down your long hair before pushing a loose strand behind your ear. "I'm scared too, but it's okay, because I have you. Don't be afraid to lean on me."

"I won't", you promise, letting Jungkook sweep you down into another lingering kiss, the taste of his lips so familiar to you, yet just as sweet as always. 

You can't help but giggle when Jungkook's lips leave your own, instead sliding down your throat, leaving little butterfly kisses on the way down, and stopping at your stomach, just where the baby is, and leaving another gentle kiss there. "I love you too, my little baby".

"Hey", you whine playfully, staring down at Jungkook with a fake glare, "I'm your baby", you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest dramatically. 

Jungkook laughs, bunny grin back on display, and you feel your heart explode from the tremendous amount of love you feel, hugging the older man's broad chest to you when he says: "You're my big baby, and they're my little one. I love you both, my babies."

BTS on your first date:

Kim Seokjin:

"How do I look?", you send your reflection another weary glance before turning to your best friend, who looks at you judgingly, looking rather unbothered while chewing a fat piece of gum loudly.

"For the last time, perfect", she says with a sigh of exasperation, lifting her hands up in the air when you still don't look satisfied, biting your lip and pulling on the bottom of your short flowery dress. "Damn, you really like the dude, huh?"

You blush, tucking a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, avoiding your best friend's examining eyes as you mumble a bashful: "Maybe?" 

Y/F/M's eyes soften slightly at your nervousness, and she reaches out to tug you into a warm hug, making sure not to smear the makeup she finished applying mere moments ago. "You have nothing to worry about, he's going to fall for you for sure.", she says sweetly, pulling back to look you in the eye.

Before you can say anything else, a knock on the door startles the both of you, and you send your friend a panicked expression, ready to bolt for the bathroom and flush yourself down the toilet. Before you can do that though, your friend's grabbing you by your shoulders and leading you to the door, her firm grip not letting you escape.

With one last shaky breath, you tug the door open, a small smile spreading on your face when you see Seokjin standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face and holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

Jin was actually your boss in the restaurant you worked at, and you've had the crush on him for the longest time before you accidentally confessed to him at a group outing where you had a little too much to drink. To your surprise, he told you he felt the same, and asked you with the sweetest smile if you would like to go on a date with him. Obviously, you said yes.

And here he was, in all his handsomeness, wearing a semi-formal outfit, a crisp white button-up clinging to his broad shoulders and black slacks hugging his long legs, his soft brown hair styled away from his forehead and a shy smile gracing his plump lips.

"Hey", you say shyly, playing with your fingers the way you always do when you're nervous, your best friend already closing the door behind the two of you and disappearing in your shared apartment. 

"Hey", Jin responds, scratching his neck for a second before handing you the single flower in his hand. "This is for you", he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks when you take the flower, your fingers brushing against each other as you do.

"It's beautiful, thank you", you say gratefully, feeling like a teenager all over again, and walk down the two steps until you and Jin are both standing on the pathway, the other towering over you with his height. 

"Let's go then, our table is reserved for 20:00", Jin says, leading the way to his sleek black Mercedes, his body close enough to yours so you can feel the heat he is emitting, but he doesn't touch you yet, his hand hovering over your lower back. 

Jin is a gentleman and nothing less, holding the door open for you when you slide into the passenger seat, saying that 'you look gorgeous tonight, by the way', and engaging in some small talk on the way to the restaurant he reserved you. It feels too good to be true, really.

When the GPS announces that you reached your destination though, you look around in confusion, waiting for Jin to say that you reached the wrong location, but to your shock, the young man opens the driver's door, sliding off the soft leather seat before walking around the vehicle and opening your door with an all-knowing grin.

"You can't be serious", you say, staring at the other in bewilderment, not even trying to get out of the car as Seokjin laughs, enjoying your disbelieving expression. 

"Did you seriously reserve a place at a 5 Michelin star restaurant? Are you out of your mind?", you gape at him, forgetting all the shyness you felt moments ago, too busy thinking how the hell you're going to pay for this meal tonight.

As if reading your mind, Jin smiles gently at you, reaching his hand out to you. "Hey, I asked you to go out with me, so I decide where we'll go. Trust me, okay?"

You hesitate for another second, still feeling angry at the other for bringing you to a millionaire's restaurant, but you take his hand anyway, trying to ignore the warmth flowing through your body at the simplest touch from Jin. 

"I couldn't bring a girl who works at a restaurant to Panda Express, you know?", he explains jokingly, and you try your best to stop from laughing, keeping your glare on determinantly.

"You're unbelievable", you mutter, punching Seokjin's arm half-heartedly as he laughs, making a big deal of limping the rest of the way to the grand entrance of the building, where two well-dressed bodyguards are standing by the doorway.

After you confirm your reservation, the two of you get led inside the restaurant, and you can't stop gaping at the marvelous architecture, your eyes bulging as you walk past dozens of round tables covered in silk white tablecloths, shiny silverware placed placed carefully and glamorous chandeliers giving the room a fairy-like glow.

Jin chuckles a bit at your amazement, endeared by your innocent behaviour, and pulls back the red velvet chair when you reach your table, placed in an intimate corner where no one can pry too much, pushing you down gently when you don't even realize you need to take a seat, his eyes crinkling from smiling.

"You look so amazed, I'm afraid the food will be a disappointment", he says teasingly, and you blush, unable to stop your racing heart at all the kind gestures you're receiving from the other, and the evening just started.

The two of you start looking at the menu, both of you knowing most of the foods on the menu thanks to your job, and talk in between, the two of you filling each other in on everything you don't know about each other as co-workers.

You like talking to Jin. Even before you started crushing on him, he was a role model to you, and probably, to everyone in the restaurant. He came from a very rich family, and he could easily have lived his life doing absolutely nothing, or continuing the work of his business-man father. 

Instead, he chose to open a restaurant, and work as a chef, ignoring what everyone said about him and pursuing his dream from a young age. He became successful and respected, but not because of his parents, because of his own hard work, and you always admired that greatly.

"Oh my God", you moan around another bite of ratatouille, closing your eyes as a symphony of flavors explodes on your tongue, and you hear Jin hum in agreement, the shared dishes you bought quickly running out as you take bite after bite, drinking sips of expensive wine and continuing your conversation as well.

When it's time to go, you don't miss Jin sneakily trying to push his credit card into the waitress' hands, and you frown, fishing out your simple black purse and pulling out your own black card. 

"Hey, why didn't she take mine as well?", you ask with confusion lacing your voice, noticing immediately the way Jin avoided your eyes, taking a too-long sip from his now almost empty glass of wine, before setting it down with a small smile. 

"How about you pay next time?", he suggests, voice nonchalant, but you notice the nervousness underlining it, Jin's slim fingers wrapped too tightly around the glass, his knuckles turning white.

"Next time?", you say, feeling your own cheeks heat up, momentarily forgetting the fact that your crush paid what must be a huge amount of money on your first date, too busy clinging to the 'next time', which you so desperately want to happen.

"Yeah", Jin says, lifting his soft brown eyes up and meeting your own wide ones, his smile now slightly more confident. "I really like you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Min Yoongi:

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at the tall wooden door in front of you. You've been here a hundred times before, but this time felt different, and the thought set a flock of butterflies in your stomach.

You knock on the door before you can overthink it, retracting your hand quickly and tucking it behind your back, rocking on your heels as you listen to the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance slowly.

You smile when the door opens, revealing your life-long childhood friend, and now, your date for tonight. You don't know how many times you've seen Min Yoongi like this, with his messy black hair and pale skin, a small smile on his face, wearing a hoodie two sizes too large on him and basketball shorts, brown eyes concealing his happiness at the sight of you. The only difference is, usually, he doesn't look this nervous.

"Hey", Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, pushing the door open even more to allow you to come in, and then moving aside, and you try not to think too much about his arm brushing yours when you enter, the weird thoughts making your cheeks warm.

"Hey", you hug your friend gently, and even though you've done this many times as well, it feels different, the arms wrapping around you holding a new protectiveness and care. You can't say you don't like it.

"So", you follow Yoongi into the apartment, already knowing this place by heart, and slip into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. "What are we doing today?"

"I thought we could just watch some Netflix, you know. If you want.", Yoongi responds, disappearing in the living room, probably to set up the huge flat screen TV he owns, and you return the glass water bottle to the fridge, entering the living room as well.

"So just Netflix and chill?", you ask, enjoying the way your friend's fingers freeze over the keyboard, before he shoots you a sly smirk that sends shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want."

It's your turn to blush now, and you curse Suga under your breath, choosing not to respond, instead slipping onto the soft blue couch, covering yourself with one of the many fluffy blankets your date prepared beforehand.

Being Yoongi's friend since preschool meant you two were very open with each other. He knew all your problems, fears, secrets, desires, and you did too. It was scary to suddenly feel shy next to the one person you always felt comfortable with, but you can't blame anyone but yourself for falling in love with your best friend.

You don't know when you started looking at Yoongi like a potential lover instead of a friend, but realizing it was the scariest moment in your life. You felt ashamed for feeling like that about your childhood bestie, and alienated yourself from him in hopes it will get your mind to work properly.

But Yoongi, being Yoongi, didn't let you hide away, and after you wouldn't answer his calls or texts for two weeks, he came to your house, surprising the shit out of you, and demanded to know what this was all about. 

You knew he wouldn't accept a lie, so you went for the truth and hoped that he would somehow forgive you and your friendship will overcome this obstacle. What you didn't expect however, was Yoongi mumbling a tired 'pabo' before he pulled you close, pressing a searing kiss to your lips that had you gasping for air. 'I like you, too. More than a friend.', he said. And now you were here.

"You good?", Yoongi's curious voice shoots you out of your thoughts, and you snap your head up to meet his amused, yet somewhat concerned expression. "Yeah, sorry", you mumble, shooting him a small smile, and he nods, passing you a bowl of popcorn before sliding into the spot next to you, close enough to feel his body heat, but not quite touching.

The movie starts after that, the two of you concentrating on the plot. Yoongi chose a random action-thriller and it was so good you completely forgot about the popcorn in your hands and the now-cold pizza on the table, your mouth agape and eyes wide as you stare at the blaring television screen.

In the corner of your mind, you're aware of Yoongi shuffling next to you, as if something's bothering him, and you almost turn to snap at him for ruining your concentration when there's a sturdy arm pulling you closer to a warm chest, and you feel your cheeks burn. Oh my God.

You try not to breathe when Yoongi pulls you even closer, albeit hesitantly, until you're practically cuddling, both of you wrapped in fuzzy blankets and Suga's arms wrapped around your stomach firmly, his lips so close to your hair you feel light-headed.

"Is this okay?", he whispers after a few more seconds of silence, and you gulp, the older's deep voice giving you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.

"Yeah", you answer, because it is, it's perfect, even if your body is tense like a ruler and you can't quite get yourself to relax into Yoongi's hold.

"Y/N.", Yoongi's firm voice, not leaving you a choice but to turn and look into his mysterious dark eyes, his pink lips hovering over yours. "Can I kiss you?", he asks simply, not beating around the bush, and your heart combusts in your chest, your breath quickening.

"Yeah", you answer, voice shaky, and it seems like everything disappears, the movie long forgotten and fading in the background as Yoongi reaches for you, tilting your chin up gently until your lips brush slightly, like the touch of a butterfly.

And then he's kissing you harder, his hand sliding higher to cup your cheek, and you turn around even more in his hold, until you're practically sitting in his lap, your own arms locking behind his neck.

"Let's not make this weird", he breathes out when he pulls away from you after a few seconds, slightly panting, his lips tainted bright red from your little make out session. "I want you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Jung Hoseok:

Blind dates were never really your thing. You hated the feeling of insecurity that came with blind dates, the burning curiosity in your chest and the awkwardness.

Which is why the first time your best friend suggested you go out with a guy she met at her new zumba class, who also happened to be the instructor, you were quick to say no. 

You were laying on her lap, the two of you sprawled on your ratty blue couch in your shared apartment, and you were complaining to her about your exams this week, and how you were positive astronomy was going to kill you. 

It took you a few minutes of angry rambling to realize that your friend was hardly listening to what you had said, nodding half-assedly and humming at random times, her mind obviously busy with something else.

"What are you thinking about?", you demanded to know, sitting up so the two of you were face to face and pointing at her accusingly. "You hardly heard a word I said."

"I did.", Y/F/N defended herself quickly, "Your life sucks", she elaborated, wincing when you raise an unconvinced eyebrow at her, not buying the whole innocent facade.

"Okay, fine, I was thinking about something.", she admitted, smiling at you sheepishly before moving to hold your hands in hers, an action that only succeeded in raising your suspicions even more.

"I know you don't like this kind of thing", she started slowly, and your confused expression turned into a frustrated one, already knowing where this conversation was headed.

"But you know how I started taking a dance class recently?", she asked, and you nodded despite the urge to cover your ears and ignore this conversation. 

"Well, my dance instructor is super cute, like a literal sunshine. And the fact that he's super hot and an amazing dancer is just the cherry on top to his perfect personality.", Y/F/N said so enthusiastically, it almost broke your heart to interrupt her fantasies. 

"So I thought, if you want, I could set the two of you up for a blind date? I already checked if he's single.", your friend asked hopefully, puppy eyes on full display, and you sighed, shaking your head.

You were thankful to Y/F/N for always taking care of you, you really were. Since she started dating her boyfriend a year and a half ago, she's been trying to set you up with lots of guys, maybe because she didn't want the moment she moves in with her partner to be hard on you, which you knew was getting closer judging by the increased amount of guys she talked to you about.

 But you just weren't looking for a guy right now. The last thing you need this year is another distraction from finally getting your degree and finishing uni.

"Y/F/N, he sounds great, but I'm just not interested, okay?", you said gently, but your tone left no room for argument, and judging by the way the light in your friend's eyes dimmed slightly, a small pout growing on her face, you knew she understood there's no point to continue this conversation.

"Okay", she sighed defeatedly, and you smile at her thankfully, returning to your previous lying position, and the two of you ditched the topic, moving on to see some cheesy rom-com on Netflix.

Unfortunately, your best friend ditched the topic for exactly two days. Since then, she brought up that freaking dance instructor every day for the next two weeks, stopping when you called her out for it only to continue the next day. 

Maybe it's the annoyance that brings you to say yes, or the notion that actually going on a bad date will prove to your best friend that there's no point to meddle in your life. Either way, much to your best friend's happiness, you agree to go on a coffee date with him.

You tug on your ripped blue jeans, feeling slightly uncomfortable in your unusually attractive fit. You don't even remember when was the last time you dressed up for someone, although you had to admit it was refreshing to look good for once, and not feel like a couch potato in the same sweatpants and blank t-shirts.

It's a pretty day today, the perfect day to grab a coffee at a local coffee shop with a friend or a significant other, and it's kind of sad that you're going to be wasting your time on some guy who will never want you for another date.

You cross the street, heading towards the cafe where you know Hoseok is waiting, and ignore the painful churning in your stomach and the constant buzz of your phone, signaling becoming messages from your BFF, who's probably reminding you to be nice and text her the second you get out of there. 

The cafe is one you visit many times with your friend, a cozy shop with small round tables, potted plants and soft jazz music in the background. You push open the door to the store, the familiar bell signaling your arrival, and wave at the workers you already came to know, who smile back at you before continuing with their jobs.

Your friend described Hoseok as tall and lean, with brown hair and eyes that crinkle when he smiles, so you look around, searching for a matching face and freezing when you spot it. But that can't be him. He's way too hot to be on a blind date with you.

The man is sitting in the far end of the coffee shop, the golden light streaming through the large glass windows giving his tanned skin an angelic shine. He's scrolling through his phone, a small pout on his full lips, and his hair is a dark brown, almost black, parted in the middle and streaming down his face in shiny waves. 

There are silver glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and he's wearing olive green wide denim pants, tucked into an oversized t-shirt that did nothing to hide his small waist and bulging biceps. All in all, he was a total snack. And way out of your league.

But another glance at the cafe proves to you that, despite the absurdity of the situation, this guy was your only option, unless Y/F/N set you up with a grandma or a black-haired teen, which wouldn't surprise you as much as it should.

You feel your heart practically beat its way out of your chest, the need to run out of the coffee shop and back into your safe apartment growing the more you look at the handsome man. But that wouldn't be fair, not to your friend or your date. So you stay.

Gathering all the courage you have left, you walk hesitantly towards the table, the young man not noticing you yet, his eyes still fixed on his phone where he is typing away furiously. You clear your throat awkwardly. "Hello."

The dark-haired man in front of you startles from his daze, snapping wide brown eyes to you, before breaking into an unexpectedly bright grin, showing off two rows of straight white teeth and an adorable dimple.

"You must be Y/N!", he exclaims, getting out of his seat to shake your hand enthusiastically, the glimmer in his eyes not disappearing for a second. "I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-hope if you like."

You nod shyly, the other's bright attitude and overflowing charisma taking you by surprise, and let the young man pull your chair out for you dramatically, a small smile making its way on your face as you slide into the comfortable seat.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you, I was just taking care of some work-related things", he explains with a guilty expression, and you shake your head quickly. "It's all good", you say, waving your hand dismissively, and your heart beat rises slightly when the other's worried expression turns into a wide smile once again, J-hope sighing in relief.

"So, you're a dance instructor, right?", you ask as a way to start the conversation, noting the way J-hope's eyes turn impossibly bright at your question, an unmistakable passion glimmering in his eyes. 

You listen as J-hope explains to you all about how he got to his career, why he loves it so much and where he wants to go with it in the future. To your surprise, you listen with fascination, J-hope's excitement and sincerity captivating you completely. It was obvious dancing was the only career for him.

You have to admit that he's adorable, with his cute hand gestures and face expressions, and he's a complete gentleman as well, ordering for you first and asking you about your major and what you want to be doing in the future with so much interest, you actually start to believe that you have something to tell.

The conversation never seems to die down, the two of you talking passionately about the most random topics for what seems like hours, the sun slowly setting without you even noticing, the food you ordered also forgotten. 

You think it's the most you've laughed for a while with someone who wasn't Y/F/N, and the most you've talked about yourself so openly, but you can't seem to mind when Hoseok smiles at you like that, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he stares at you with something scarily close to fondness.

When you finally exit the shop it's already pretty late, the last birds chirping their goodbyes and people already coming back home from work, the roads filled with cars and crowds of fast-walking men and women.

The two of you walk side-by-side after Hoseok insists on escorting you to your car, despite his being the opposite direction, and it dawns on you that you actually would really, really like another date with this charming man.

"Actually…", you're already in front of your small red Jeep when Hoseok speaks up, and for the first time today he looks insecure, his gaze flitting away from your face and to the black asphalt. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"

There's a hidden meaning behind his question, a hope for more than just one date, and you're so happy you could dance right now, but you stop yourself, instead smiling so wide you think you break your jaw. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Kim Namjoon:

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", you ask Y/F/N hesitantly for the tenth time, your hand hovering over the doorknob as you await her response. 

Your best friend snorts, rolling her eyes slightly at your overly worried behaviour. "For the last time, it's okay. I'm honestly surprised he asked you out only last week considering he's been drooling all over you since we became friends.", she says sarcastically, a mischievous smile on her delicate face, and you blush furiously, pushing her weakly as revenge.

Going on a date with your best friend's brother was pretty awkward, but it seemed like you were the only one sharing that thought. Y/F/N looks scarily nonchalant right now, standing by the door in her unicorn onesie, her brown hair tied into a messy bun, sipping on her cup of coffee, like she always does in the morning. 

Namjoon and you met when your best friend invited you over to a family barbecue a few years ago. It was the first time you were going to meet her family, and you already knew she had an older brother and two more younger siblings. But your excuse of a best friend never told you that her older brother was amazingly attractive and a perfect gentleman.

The fat crush you have on Namjoon was probably there since the first day you set eyes on his face, with the adorable dimples and the melanin skin, but you pushed it down, knowing that falling in love with your best friend's brother was just plain wrong. 

But how could you not fall in love with him, when he was everything you ever wanted in a guy? Intelligent, a good listener, handsome, a hard worker and a family guy, always looking out for his parents and younger siblings. 

Honestly, you had no idea he felt the same, even if you caught him sending you soft smiles when he thought you weren't looking, or staring at your lips when you talked, but you ignored these moments, excusing it as attraction and nothing more.

When Namjoon asked you out, after two and half years of you knowing each other, your best friend already knew about it, since he wanted to ask for her permission to take you out. Just when you thought you couldn't be more in love with him.

You hug your friend one last time, tightly, as a sign of gratitude and maybe also apology, and she hugs you back just as tight, even if she laughs and says teasingly: "Just go already."

So you go, shutting the door behind you and walking towards the elevator of your building, your stomach filled with butterflies as you enter the empty elevator, pressing on the first floor.

You stare at your reflection in the large mirrors, anxiously tugging at your checkered plaid skirt, which you thought went well with the cream-colored sweater you had on, but now doubts fill your head, and you curse silently, turning away from your image.

Rushing out of the elevator, you spot Namjoon waiting in the lobby of your apartment building, rocking on his heels as he whistles a tune absentmindedly, his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.

He looks handsome like always, wearing beige slacks that compliment his long legs, a white shirt and a green denim jacket to top off the look, and his dirty blonde hair is perfectly combed to show his forehead, soft strands framing his sculptured face.

Before you can even reach him, Namjoon notices you, his brown eyes widening and a smile adorning his lips, the deep dimples in his cheeks popping out. "Y/N!"

You smile when you reach the other, walking into his outstretched arms, the gentle, protective hug he gives you warming your heart, and you let your own hands wrap around his strong torso, standing on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck, so you can smell the nice scent of his cologne, sandalwood and blueberries.

"Hey", you say when you break the hug, still standing close enough to feel the body heat radiating from the taller man, see the warmth twinkling in his brown orbs. "Where are we going today?"

"I thought we'd just take a walk. I know a really nice place not so far from here, and I bought sandwiches in case we get hungry", he adds with an adorable smile, waving a small metal container, and you laugh at the pride in his face, knowing Namjoon was literally banned from the kitchen in his family's house, since that one time he made the toaster explode.

"I love that idea", you say honestly, your own wide grin splitting your face, and you can't help but add with a teasing tone: "And I can't wait to taste your sandwiches."

The two of you start walking then, and it's the perfect weather outside, a beautiful morning in the fall, when there's this chilliness in the air, but the sun is still shining from above, so you can still walk peacefully without worrying too much about a coat or heavy clothing.

You walk for something like ten minutes until you reach a pretty park you've never seen before, despite it being so close to your home. It's quiet, with a simple brick trail leading into it, wooden benches and an assortment of trees, the green almost blinding in the midst of the hustling city around you.

The two of you spend time talking, something you would gladly do all day with Namjoon, his smart takes on life and his opinions on the most trivial matters all fascinating to you, giving you whole other points of view you never considered. 

When you get tired and hungry, you sit down on one of the benches, and Namjoon opens the small container he brought, taking out two delicious looking sandwiches with salami and a bunch of vegetables, the bread almost bursting from the generous amount.

The two of you eat, the conversation not ceasing for a second, and you're enjoying this way too much, loving the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you two, the chirp of the birds and the absence of people.

"I hate to do this, but I have a shift soon, so we should start heading back", Namjoon says sorrowfully when the sun is already in the middle of the sky, his eyes showing actual sadness at the thought of this date ending, and you can't help but feel the same, a small pout growing on your lips. 

"Of course. It's been hours anyway.", you say, putting on a cheerful smile that probably seems forced, because Namjoon smiles at you fondly, getting up from the bench before taking your hand hesitantly in his, the warmth of it seeping through your skin, tightening his hold around you when you don't pull back.

"I'll take you back home", the older says gently, and you let him pull you up, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your dark hair as you start walking again, back to the entrance to the park.

When you reach the entrance of your building, it seems like there's many unsaid words hovering between the two of you, Namjoon avoiding your eyes while you bite your lip shyly, playing with your long fingers.

"I had a great time today", Namjoon says after a few more moments of silence. "And I'd really like to take you out again.", he continues, a cute blush forming on his cheeks as he stutters nervously. "If you'd like to, of course."

"I'd love to", you breathe out, and Namjoon grins, relieved, pulling on your interlocked arms to close the space between the two of you, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, so soft you think you might have imagined it. 

When he pulls back, you're pretty sure the two of you look like some teenagers in high school, blushing furiously. Namjoon studies you for a moment, eyes warm, before saying: "I'm really lucky I met you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Park Jimin:

When your best friend said her friend, a music major like her who she met through the university, was coming over to study, you expected a shy young man, maybe with round glasses, lean and tall, wearing plaid shirts and baggy jeans.

You didn't expect him to have silver hair, a muscular body easily seen through his purposely tight clothes, and full pink lips that curved into a flirty smile. Said music major knocked on your front door wearing a dangerous all-black outfit, skinny jeans, a tight golf sweater and a leather jacket, and he looked like a mafia leader in a drama, if it weren't for the colorful notebooks in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin. Is Y/F/N here?", the young man said with a surprisingly sweet voice, his dark eyes examining you closely before flitting back to meet your wide eyes. 

You gulp, hating yourself for answering the door wearing freaking checkered sweatpants that you should probably burn, and a loose gray shirt that made you look like a sack. And let's not even talk about the bird nest on top of your head.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah, she's in her room", you stutter, feeling your cheeks burn when the man smirks at your awkward behaviour, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Thanks", he says simply, sending you an adorable eye smile, the complete opposite of the sexy smirk from seconds ago, before disappearing down the hallway, with you staring at his broad back dumbly until he disappeared from view.

Since that day, Jimin came to your apartment frequently, Y/F/N smiling slyly whenever she mentioned how eager her classmate was to come over, something he never wanted before.

You and Jimin's talks were limited to the usual greetings and the occasional small talk when your best friend would get stuck in the bathroom, something she seemed to do more and more frequently as time passed.

You did learn however, that the intimidating aura Jimin first gave off when you met him, was nothing like his personality. Sure, he was flirty, randomly throwing you compliments about how beautiful you are that make your face explode, but he was mostly a giggly softie, almost baby-like in his behaviour, with his cute gestures and way of talking.

Apparently, unlike your best friend who specializes in a variety of instruments, Jimin was a dancer and a singer, and you actually saw him performing one time, from a video Y/F/N sent you when he was practicing, and it was honestly jaw-dropping. The more you knew Jimin, the more you liked him, and it was a big problem considering he was way out of your league.

So when Jimin shows up one evening at your apartment, wearing a huge green bomber jacket and ripped jeans, his nose red from the cold and now-brown hair covered in a black beanie, you can't help but be slightly confused.

"Y/F/N's not here right now", you say apologetically, concealing your surprise that Jimin came here without talking to your friend beforehand, the opposite of his usually organized behaviour.

"Actually, I came here for you", Jimin says with a sly smile, and you blanch, staring at him for a second dumbfoundedly before saying dumbly: "Oh."

Jimin seems to notice your helplessness, because he smiles at you gently, motioning vaguely at the inside of your house. "Can I come in? It's really cold outside."

"Oh! Of course, sorry.", you blush, muttering more apologizes as you move aside, letting Jimin enter the house and trying to ignore the way his hand brushes yours on the way in. 

Jimin entered the house, sitting down on the comfortable gray couch in your small living room, and looked at you almost nervously before clearing his throat, his fingers fiddling restlessly on his lap as he waited for you to take a seat in front of him.

"So… Are you coming to the music major performance next week?", Jimin starts, his voice hopeful as he looks at you with wide brown eyes, the sight so adorable you almost coo.

The end of the year performance of the music majors is basically the biggest event of the year, to them and to everyone else. Their participants and their performance is crucial to their grade, so it's a really big deal. Y/F/N had been practicing day and night for weeks now, walking around your apartment like a zombie who lives on espresso. You assume that Jimin wasn't any better.

"Of course I am. There's literally no excuse except death that'll make Y/F/N forgive me for not coming.", you snort, and Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling. "Right, stupid of me to even ask."

You talk for a few more minutes about the performance before Jimin seems to get nervous again, the continuous movements of his hands returning, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"You good? It looks like you're hiding something.", you ask, voice teasing but tinged with worry, and Jimin sighs heavily, cracking his knuckles before looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you'd be my date? For the after party. All the music majors go to a nice bar in the city, and I thought if you'd like to come with me…", Jimin's nervous rambling turns into a quiet murmur by the end of the sentence, his cheeks sporting a light blush as he avoids your eyes.

You stare at him, not quite understanding the situation. Park Jimin, the heartthrob of the campus, your best friend's friend, and the most talented man you've ever met, was asking you out. 

Jimin's awkward cough is what snaps you out of your shock, meeting his expectant eyes with your own wide ones. "Yeah, I'll go with you.", you manage to say, your cheeks reddening when Jimin breaks into an attractive smile, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Damn, you really had me worried there", he says with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his shiny brown hair, the strands falling over his eyes messily, and you giggle, looking down at your lap.

The two of you end up talking some more, the night flying by as you Jimin tells you about the upcoming performance, which is rumored to be the best one since the university was first opened. When he finally leaves, sending you a sweet smile as he exits your apartment, you can't wait for next week to come.

And now you were here, your throat hurting from all the screams that came out of it during the performance, the images of a sweaty black-haired Jimin, wearing a see-through white mesh shirt and black dress pants, hugging his strong thighs perfectly, not leaving your mind for a second.

Y/F/N was amazing as well, obviously, and you gave her a bucket of red roses she probably already saw that morning as a congratulatory gift, but she still smiles gratefully and hugs you tightly, her face practically shining with happiness.

"Y/N!", you turn at the sound of the soft voice, grinning when you see an excited Jimin skipping his way to you, now changed into a loose denim shirt and his familiar black skinny jeans.

You don't hesitate to leap at him, ignoring the smell of sweat still clinging to his skin or the fact that any other day you would never act so bold. "You were amazing today. Seriously, Jimin I'm speechless", you mumble into his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he laughs, his own hands encircling your small waist. 

"Thank you. I'm really happy you're here.", he says honestly, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes, his arms not leaving your waist.

The two of you go with the rest of the music majors to a bar in a bus the school rented for the night, the whole ride filled with excited chatter and scream of happiness. You sit in the back between Jimin and Y/F/N, happily listening to them talk about the performance, still high on the adrenaline.

The bar is a small, nice place, with good music and clean wooden tables, formally dressed barmen treating customers with an assortment of different alcohols. 

Y/F/N goes to sit with the rest of her classmates, after sending you a not so discreet wink and a pat on the ass, leaving you and Jimin alone by a table in the side of the room, Jimin ordering the two of you bottles of soju and glasses of champagne.

You spend the night talking with Jimin, and then after you get drunk, laughing stupidly about nothing and everything, leaning on the young man's shoulder when you get tired, the late hour having its effect on you.

"Let's get you home, hmm?", you hear the older mumble next to your ear, and then there are strong arms picking you up carefully, making sure not to jostle you too much, and Jimin's sturdy figure supports you gently as you walk out of the bar slowly. 

The ride home is rather quiet, with you leaning on Jimin the whole way home, your head buried in the crook of his neck and his hand wrapped around your shoulder gently, humming a soft tune into your hair.

Jimin takes you all the way to your apartment, going as far as opening the door for you, before he brings you in for a sweet hug, rubbing your back gently. "I had a lot of fun today", he mumbles above your head, and you hum, pulling back to look him in the eye.

"I hope this isn't a one time thing", your tipsy self says with confidence you could never have, and Jimin chuckles, brushing a dark strand of hair away from your eyes carefully. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Kim Taehyung:

"So, where are you going to meet the guy?", Y/F/N asks curiously, following you out of the bathroom where you were combing your wet black hair and into your bedroom, trying to match her walking to your hurried strides.

"He suggested we go to some famous art gallery in the city", you say half-mindedly, struggling to pull up your leather knee high boots as your friend whistles lowly with appreciation beside you. "Damn, he's a man with taste."

You nod, barely hearing your friend as you look at your reflection in the mirror, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you went too far with your outfit, the short black dress and long beige trench coat suddenly feeling like too much.

"You look great", your friend interrupts your thoughts, her excited expression now changing into a more understanding one, her eyes glistening with comfort. "First online dates are always nerve-wracking.", she adds knowingly, patting your hair gently with a soft smile before exiting the room and letting you finish freaking out by yourself.

Online dating was terrifying, you have to admit. When you first saw the picture of the model-like man on your Tinder, asking for you to swipe right, you were hesitant. Men like this don't need dating apps to get girls, that's for sure, so you were scared he was just another guy who uses a picture of some hot dude as his own, trying to lure women into his trap.

You probably would have let him go too, if it wasn't for his bio that piqued your interest. Apparently, the guy did modeling as a part-time job, and he was also an "independent artist", knowing how to sing and play a few instruments. He was a dog person and his dream is to design clothes, and his other hobbies are: sightseeing, photography, and painting. 

Anyone who has just a bit of sense would never miss out on a guy like that, so you swipe right on this Taehyung guy and hope that he's not a fraud. The two of you start talking through the app, and he sends you a lot of selfies of him and his dog, Yeontan, giving you more confidence that he was actually who he said he was.

Now, after you've been talking for a few months, he finally suggested going out for a first date, which made you extremely stressed. From texts alone, Taehyung seemed like a talented, kind, funny young man, and you had great chemistry, your conversations always filled with passion, even when it came to the weirdest topics, but that can change completely when you actually meet.

You sigh, making your way out of your apartment building, hugging your coat closer to you when another wind raises goosebumps on your tanned skin as you wait for a taxi to arrive.

The ride to the gallery takes a bit of time, so you text Taehyung quickly, telling him you're on your way and he responds saying he's already there, suggesting you meet by the entrance of the museum.

When you reach the destination, you thank the taxi driver, quickly handing him the money you owed him before exiting the car, your eyes immediately searching for Taehyung's tall form while you walk towards the fancy building, the interior lit with bright lights.

"Taehyung-ssi?", you ask hesitantly when you reach a man with a white mask on his face, fluffy dark hair barely showing thick eyebrows and soft brown eyes. He's wearing something you would imagine Taehyung, the fashion expert, would wear: mustard-colored slacks, a light gray knit sweater, a checkered scarf and a long dark-grey coat, nearly brushing his ankles.

"Y/N?", the man says with a voice so deep it sends shivers down your spine, and you gulp, nodding shyly at the man, who takes off his mask to reveal his face after hearing your positive answer.

Somehow, Taehyung is even more handsome face-to-face, and you feel yourself blush even more when you're met with the guy for the first time, merely a feet away from you. You can't help but admire the golden skin, the pretty mole on his nose, the perfect nose and the inviting heart-shaped lips, awed by the fact that you met this god through a dating app.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N", Taehyung says with a small smile, and the only thing you can do is agree, still mesmerized by the other's sheer beauty. "Shall we go in?", he asks, pointing at the museum with a slender hand, and you nod once again, following him into the large building.

The two of you walk slowly, talking in hushed voices as you enter the gallery, where more people are already admiring the variety of works, from art critics holding pen and paper to couples walking with hands interlocked, flitting from piece to piece with admiring eyes.

To your relief, there isn't an awkward atmosphere, the conversation between the two of you going great once you loosen up a bit. Taehyung asks a lot of questions you didn't discuss online, and also brings up topics that he wants to know your opinion about, along with saying his thoughts on the different art works, where Taehyung got to show off his obviously wide knowledge, talking to you about textures, and colors, and more things you don't understand, but interest you nevertheless.

Taehyung tells you about how he also paints here and there, amongst his other interests, going by the artistic name 'V', a symbol of success and victory, and you're fascinated by the man in front of you, who seems so thoughtful and intelligent, yet somewhat innocent, with his sparkly puppy eyes and curious nature.

When you finally exit the gallery, it's close to closing time, and the two of you head down the street, not wanting the night to end quite yet, so you go buy a cup of green tea from a small, cozy store close to the museum. You sit on one of the empty tables in the shop, sipping on the piping hot liquid and letting more time pass by as you laugh and chat.

"Text me when you get home, okay?", Taehyung says when you slide into the cab, a small frown on his face, clearly not pleased by the fact the two of you are parting ways. Not that you're any better, but his worry warms your heart, and you smile, an idea popping in your head.

"How about you give me your number?", you suggest shyly, before adding stupidly. "In case something happens… It's faster, you know?"

Taehyung chuckles at that, and the sound is so hot and lovely you can feel yourself burning up, the other nodding his head with a boxy smile you came to be obsessed with. "Definitely. That's a great idea."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Are you ready to go?", the soft voice makes you raise your head up from where you're packing your things into your small leather bag, meeting Jungkook's slightly nervous doe eyes, a shy smile on his pink lips.

"Yeah", you smile at the other gently, slinging your bag on one shoulder before walking over to the young man, admiring the way Jungkook's eyes sparkle when he looks at you, following your movements carefully, a habit of his since you met.

When you first started your chemistry class, you didn't understand why the university's bad boy was staring at you all the time, with dark eyes and a serious expression. It was rather intimidating, especially after you heard the whispered rumors of him breaking girls' hearts wherever he went, so you immediately thought he hated you.

Jeon Jungkook was the typical hot emo guy, the kind who girls love to fall for, even more because it seems hopeless, every woman wanting to be the one to steal his heart and get him out of his private bubble. He always came to class with earphones deep in his ears, ignoring the looks from the rest of the thirsty, or just plain curious, students, wearing all-black outfits, his long dark hair falling over his eyes in soft waves.

He hardly spoke in class, and it didn't seem like he listened too much either, most of the time with his earphones in, or doodling something on his notebook. Yet, you accidentally saw his test once when the teacher was passing by, and it was a straight A. Basically, Jeon Jungkook was a mystery, one you did your best not to fall for. The last thing you wanted was to be like the rest of his crazy fangirls on campus.

So imagine your surprise when Jungkook came up to you after class, running a hand through his black hair, probably a nervous habit of his, as he stopped in front of your desk, his aura screaming discomfort.

"Um… hi", you said when the young man didn't make a move to say anything, instead just staring at you with wide eyes, feet tapping against the floor as if he was ready to run any second now.

Your voice seemed to startle the other from his daze, and he blinked owlishly, gulping hard before blatantly asking: "Do you want to go out with me?"

You stared at the other, frozen, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, your beating heart proving to you that despite how much you tried, Jeon Jungkook still managed to slither his way into your feelings effortlessly. "Excuse me?"

"Do you want to go out with me?", Jungkook repeated, more confidently now, his eyes locked with yours, hard on the outside but also showing vulnerability, fear of rejection, and everything suddenly makes sense. 

The fact that Jeon Jungkook avoided you even more than he avoided others, the constant staring, the blushing when your eyes accidentally met or when you sat next to him in the back row. It was all because he liked you. How ironic. 

And the thing is, you now fully understood that you like him, too. Talking with him solidified the feelings you were pushing away, so you took a deep breath before smiling gently and saying: "Yes."

Jungkook's eyes widened then, as if he didn't actually expect you to say yes, as if you were the university's heartthrob and not the other way around, as if he wasn't the most endearing person on the planet, with his surprised Pikachu face and his tattooed hands clenched into a small fists, his nerves getting the best of him.

And then Jeon Jungkook broke into a smile, one that you hadn't gotten the opportunity to see since the start of the year, and your heart positively melted in your chest, the cute bunny teeth and the crinkling eyes too much to handle. 

"Okay", he breathed out, playing with the strap of his black backpack for a second before raising his head to you. "So… I'll see you tomorrow?", he asked hesitantly, and it felt like the awkward air around you finally cleared away, after half a year of stolen glances and hidden thoughts. 

"Yeah.", you smiled widely, and Jungkook eyes seemed to soften even more, the high walls around them finally crumbling down, and he waved at you one last time, almost shyly, before disappearing in the hallway, leaving you alone with your frantically beating heart and blushing cheeks.

And now here you are, after a two more weeks where you and Jungkook sat next to each other every class, managing to attract the attention of the whole campus, who wondered how Y/L/N Y/N, the most average girl, succeeded in winning over Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, you were wondering the same thing.

Jeon Jungkook was nothing like the cold-hearted lone wolf everyone made him out to be. He just happened to be really shy, but he had a few close friends who he introduced to you one day at lunch, and next to them he was another person, one that laughs a lot and acts silly and gets babied all the time for being the youngest in the group.

Jungkook takes you on your first date to a fair, which is perfect for both of you, since you both happen to like thrills and competitions rather than a candle-lit dinner. You go there in Jungkook's black Toyota jeep, singing to the pop music playing on the radio and talking about what you'll do first when you reach the fair.

You fix your striped black-and-white crop top and denim shorts when you exit the car, the heat of mid August hitting you the second you get away from the refreshing air conditioner in the vehicle, and you huff, thankful for your short clothes.

Jungkook is dressed comfortably as well, adding a pop of color to his usually all-black fit by matching his oversized black shirt with ripped blue jeans that hug his thighs in all the right ways, and brown Timberlands. 

"Where should we go first?", he asks you after closing the car door, the sun reflecting on his shiny hair as he walks towards you with light steps, his eyes twinkling with undeniable excitement. 

You look at all the attractions in the fair: a huge ferris wheel, various food stands, a stage for musical acts, horses, all sorts of games and arts and crafts. "Everything looks fun", you say honestly, and Jungkook hums in agreement before grinning at you. "Let's check it out!"

The two of you enter the fair, walking close enough for your hands to brush, going to whatever happens to catch your eyes, with you pulling an amused Jungkook to pet a bunch of fluffy rabbits, cooing softly at the adorable animals while your classmate stares at you fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You do every game in the park, and because Jungkook is a competitive ass, he wins you every prize in the fair, your hands filled to the brim with plushies and keychains. You go the different rides, sitting close together on the Ferris wheel, your thighs pressed together, looking with awe at all the ant-people scurrying around and the orange sun starting to set in the horizon.

The atmosphere is light and humorous, Jungkook being the funniest person you've ever met and a crackhead in disguise, and there isn't a full moment, Jungkook going as far as participating in a hot-dog eating contest, beating a bunch of 5 year old kids with a trumphiant expression. 

"I'm so tired", Jungkook comments when the two of you are sitting on the soft grass, eating cream doughnuts sold only in the fair, the sun already halfway drowned in the ocean, the last rays tickling your skin gently. 

"Me too", you agree, brushing the powdered sugar off your fingers, and staring at the slowly emptying park, the different stands already starting to close, ready to open again tomorrow.

"Y/N…", Jungkook starts hesitantly after a few more minutes of silence, and you turn to him expectantly, meeting his soft brown eyes with your own. "I just wanted you to know… I really like you. And I hope you'll let me take you out again."

You think about Jungkook, who was acting like the perfect gentleman the whole day, making sure you weren't too hot, making you laugh continuously and paying for everything. "I like you too, Kookie. A lot."

BTS when you prank them:

Kim Seokjin:

You pull the mask over your face, staring at your reflection with satisfaction. You were hideous. The rubber mask was pulled tightly over your skin, making it stuffy and hard to breathe, but the final look was worth it.

The mask was in the shape of something like a ghost goblin, an ugly brown face with green veins, sharp ears like an elf, and dark circles around the holes of the eyes. The nostrils were up like someone smeared the nose of the disgusting creature, and it had no mouth, just blood-covered lines from the bottom of the nose to the chin.

This was going to scare the hell out of your boyfriend, which was exactly what you were aiming to do. You don't know when your relationship with Kim Seokjin became waking up every day and looking under the bed to make sure there isn't a puddle of shaving cream waiting for you to step on it, but you couldn't say you didn't like it.

The prank war between the two of you escalated quickly, but you always made sure never to hurt each other in any way, the pranks never crossing the line too much, but what you were going to do today was maybe a bit more evil than usual. 

You walk out of the bathroom, taking care to not make too much noise, and peek at your boyfriend, who's sleeping soundly in your king-sized bed, one of his hands still spread over the space where you were a few minutes ago, cuddling into him. 

Seokjin is handsome even when he's asleep, with his dark hair falling over his eyes, bangs parted on his forehead, his full pink lips closed as he lets out silent puffs of air, his broad chest rising and falling steadily and his eyes closed, his eyelashes curling over his eyes. He's wearing checkered pyjamas, the top and bottom matching, and he's covered in your fluffy white blanket, the thick material reaching his chin.

Walking over to your boyfriend stealthily, you bite your lip to stop from laughing, already imagining his reaction, and reach out a hand to shake his shoulder hard, knowing that he's not a very light sleeper. 

Like you expected, Jin doesn't wake up, simply turning to his side and mumbling something under his breath before he falls into a deep slumber once again, and you roll your eyes, the lack of air in the mask starting to make you heat up, and reach your hand out again to shake the man harder, tugging off his blanket. "Jin!"

Your lover opens his eyes slowly, and you hover above him, waiting for his eyes to focus and his mind to clear up. It takes a few seconds as he yawns, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulder, blinking blearily, before he finally looks at your face, his mind still working slowly until his eyes widen, almost falling out of their sockets.

Your boyfriend screams, leaping out of your bed and almost toppling over the blanket that was still tangled in his legs, his arms waving as he bolts out of the room, mouth wide open and sheer terror painted on his face.

You on the other hand, are folded on the ground, laughing uncontrollably since the moment Jin first saw you, tears springing into your eyes and you take off the rubber, still sitting on the ground, waiting for your boyfriend to come back as you gasp for air, holding your stomach.

"What the hell, Y/L/N Y/N?!"Jin screams as he enters the room, pure betrayal on his face as he looks at your hooting figure on the ground. It seemed like he made it a few steps out of the room before he understood the situation and came back, hair a mess and hands on his hips, his skin a few shades paler than usual.

"I'm sorry", you say, but you're so busy laughing it doesn't sound even slightly sincere, your face red from the lack of air and your muscles straining from being in the same position as Jin stares at you with disbelief, his own lips twitching as he tries not to laugh at the ridiculous situation.

"You're so dead for this, seriously", Jin waves his finger at you like an angry teacher, but the smile is still tugging at his lips and his face still has lines all over it from the pillow, so the glare isn't doing too much. 

You laugh, finally getting up from the fluffy white carpet, and walk over to your boyfriend, flicking his forehead lightly just to see him frown again, his pink lips jutting out in a pout. "I'd like to see you try."

Min Yoongi:

Min Yoongi was very hard to distract when he was working, you know that from a lot of personal experience. And now was one of his busiest days yet, the nearing comeback forcing him to stay locked in his workroom, writing lyrics and melodies for days in a row.

You swing your legs restlessly, scrolling through your phone and trying to pass the time, but Instagram was getting boring and so was watching Suga fancams, so when an idea pops into your head, you practically topple off the gray leather couch, a no-good smirk growing on your face.

You don't remember where you saw this prank, probably on some tik tok video, but it was a harmless, cute prank, so you didn't mind doing it to your boyfriend. The idea was passing next to Yoongi wearing different outfits each time, the weirder the better, and see if he notices. Honestly, he's so focused right now you're not even sure this will work, but you have nothing better to do anyway.

Running to Yoongi's workroom, which also happens to be your study room, you open the door quietly, slithering into the room and walking towards the bookcase, which has a bunch of your notebooks that you use to study for exams. You make sure not to say anything to your boyfriend, who's sitting with his back to the door and probably doesn't even notice you're in the room, and grab a random notebook before walking out of the room, a mischievous smile on your face.

You skip to your shared bedroom, opening the door to your walk-in closet and ruffling through the different outfits, hanging on racks or folded in piles in cabinets. You pick something rather simple for starters, a simple black overall with a cute white shirt underneath, and make your way back to Yoongi after fixing your long dark hair and putting on cute black spectacles.

You walk inside again, grabbing another thick book from the wooden shelves before swiveling around, biting your bottom lip so you won't giggle accidentally, the thrill of the prank making you unexpectedly jittery.

You do the same thing over and over again, changing to more and more absurd outfits every time, from a Hawaiian shirt you didn't even know you owned with grey sweatpants, to a unicorn onesie, and finally, your grand entrance: your prom dress from five years ago.

When you enter the workroom once again, Yoongi is still facing the computer, sketching down more lyrics, and you turn around, trying not to look disappointed that your beautiful dress was completely ignored as you return all your studying material to their places on the shelf, pouting as you do.

"Y/N", you freeze when you finally hear your boyfriend's gravely voice for the first time this day, and will yourself to look natural as you turn around, the sparkly grey material of your dress pooling around your feet. "Yeah, baby?"

"Are you doing some weird runaway or something? Because you could've just told me.", Yoongi says, eyeing your dress with nonchalance that impresses you, and you blink at him owlishly, the meaning behind his words slowly coming to view.

"You mean… you saw everything?", You ask dumbly, mouth slightly open as Yoongi continues looking at you, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was trying really hard not to laugh, his brown eyes twinkling with something almost mischievous.

"You mean if I saw you come in different outfits like 50 times? Yeah.", your boyfriend says, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes before looking at you again, your mouth still open like a goldfish out of water.

You were sure Yoongi didn't see you the whole time, too busy with his work to notice you, but apparently he was looking at you the whole time, watching you like he takes care of you, humbly and quietly. The thought makes you giddy inside, and you look down, smiling with happiness even though your prank was technically a fail.

"I'm always looking at you, you know", Yoongi says gently, as if he reads your mind, and you raise your head to look at his soft eyes, his own small smile gracing his lips, and you blush, averting your eyes again before he adds teasingly. "But don't you think wearing your prom dress is a little too much?"

Jung Hoseok:

The idea came to your mind after suggesting your boyfriend that you buy a dog. Hoseok was actually into the idea, having his own puppy at his family's home and loving the furry animals, and you were looking for the right time to adopt, already discussing the breeds you'd like and the different names.

As if by some power from above, it just so happened that when you were scrolling through your Instagram earlier today, a video of a prank text between a random couple caught your eye, and you clicked on the post, your eyes widening and a gleeful giggle escaping your mouth the more you scroll to the right.

The prank was basically the girlfriend telling her boyfriend she adopted a "dog", and sending him a picture of some wild animal, like a baby coyote or something like that. The boyfriend obviously freaks out, thinking his girlfriend lost her mind, and you can definitely see you doing this to J-hope and getting a similar reaction.

So you wait for him to go to work, going as far as telling him in the morning that you're probably going to on a walk today, to avoid any suspicion, and wait till mid-afternoon, when you know he has his lunch break, to call him, making sure you let out all the laughter bubbling in your chest before you do.

"Hey, babe!", you grin when you hear Hoseok's cheerful voice, almost regretting your decision to prank this pure soul. Almost. "Hey, baby. I have good news!", you respond.

You hear a door closing, probably Hoseok exiting the practice room, and then it's a lot quieter, your boyfriend's voice clearer when he speaks once again, sounding curious. "What's up?"

"Well…", you start slowly, making sure to sound excited and happy, while being completely oblivious. "You know how we've been wanting to adopt a puppy?", you ask, hearing J-hope hum in agreement on the other side of the line. 

"Well, I was going for a walk and I saw a stray, and he was too pretty not to bring back home, so…", you trail off, biting your lip in anticipation when the line goes silent, J-hope obviously trying to process the information that you just brought a dog from the street to your home, something that was nothing like your usual behaviour.

"Umm… that's great, babe. But are you sure he doesn't have an owner? Or that he's not carrying any diseases?", your boyfriend says carefully, and you can imagine his face right now, his dark eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes with worry, a small pout on those cute lips and his black hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. It's cute how much he supports every decision you make, while taking care of you at the same time.

"Don't worry, he didn't have a leash, and I'm planning to take him to the vet today, he's not even in the apartment. He was just too pretty to ignore, Hobi, seriously. Here, I'll send you a picture.", you pump your fist, satisfied with your acting skills and your smooth transition to the final and most crucial part of your prank: the picture.

You cackle silently when you send the picture of the dog-looking animal, with the grayish-brown fur, small enough to fit in your arms, pointy ears and a small face. You actually could have mistaken it for a dog, if it wasn't for the yellow eyes, replacing the naturally brown eyes domestic dogs have.

There's silence for a moment after the picture is sent, and wait in anticipation for your boyfriend to see the picture, biting your fingernails nervously. This has to work. You even photoshopped the wild animal to look like he's standing outside your apartment.

"WHAT THE HELL, Y/N!!", Hoseok's alarmed voice makes you startle in place, slightly surprised by the screams despite expecting this sort of reaction. "THAT ISN'T A DOG, ARE YOU SERIOUS!"

"What do you mean? Of course it's a dog!", you play dumb, your heart hurting a bit when you hear the panic in your boyfriend's voice, despite you wanting to laugh so hard at the same time, and you clutch the phone to your ear tightly, taking deep breaths to calm you down.

"No it's not! It's a freaking coyote!", you can hear J-hope cursing under his breath, and then he's opening another door, saying something you can't hear to somebody. "I'm on my way. Don't get out of the apartment."

"Wait, stop!", you wince, regretting not taking your boyfriend's protective nature in consideration when you did this prank. Of course Hoseok will leave the company to make sure you're safe. "It was a prank."

You can literally hear the way your lover's rushed footsteps halt to a stop with a screech, and then it's silent again, before the line is filled with a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."

"Sorry, Hobi.", you say with a smile, despite your boyfriend not being able to see your face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to adopt a coyote without you.", you promise teasingly, and J-hope laughs breathlessly, clearly still caught in the prank, the information only now starting to sink in.

"You're unbelievable, seriously.", your boyfriend mutters, his tone now turning annoyed after the relief fades away. "Don't you know yet that you can't do these things to me? You're so mean."

Kim Namjoon:

"Good morning, babe", you say through a long yawn, stumbling into the kitchen where Namjoon is already sitting and reading the newspaper, waiting for you to wake up before he goes to the company.

"Good morning, love.", your boyfriend responds, lifting his head to smile up at you with those deep dimples you adore so much, his caramel hair carefully brushed away from his eyes and thick black spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, his tanned skin shining under the sunlight streaming through the window.

He's wearing a clean white t-shirt and washed out jeans, and he looks way too good for this hour of the morning and for such a simple outfit, and you can't help but feel even uglier, stumbling into the kitchen wearing checkered pyjama pants and a lacy sleeveless white top, your dark hair tangled and unbrushed and your face is still puffy from sleep, with dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night to study for your upcoming exams.

The real reason you were up right now, was because it was April 1st, also known as your favorite day of the year, and you were positive your busy boyfriend didn't notice the date today, otherwise he wouldn't be looking so cheerful.

"You look good", you mumble as you lean down to peck your boyfriend's lips quickly, placing your hand on his shoulder and appreciating the muscle underneath your skin. "When are you coming back home today?"

"Probably after you'll fall asleep", Namjoon says sorrowfully, his eyes apologizing to you silently, and you pout even though you were expecting that type of answer. The comeback was getting closer and closer and Namjoon was working harder than ever, perfecting the choreography and cheering up the rest of the members.

"Should I make you coffee?", you ask, and your boyfriend nods gratefully, squeezing your hand gently as you turn around, heading towards the kitchen counter. 

You're still pouting when you pour the ground coffee into Namjoon's favorite mint mug, reaching your hand for the sugar when you freeze mid-way, a sudden thought coming to your mind. If Namjoon won't be here all day, it means you won't get to prank him. Not acceptable.

Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Namjoon looking down at the newspaper again, probably reading about politics or whatever, his dark eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line like he always does when he's focused. 

Thinking quickly, you put the sugar back in place and grab the salt instead, opening the glass lid and pouring in the mug a nice teaspoon of the small white grains, mixing it up before adding a dose of hot water and a little milk, just like your boyfriend likes it.

"Here you go", you hand Namjoon the coffee and sit down beside him, taking a sip of your own blue mug slowly, a small smile curving around the lid of it as you try your best not to look suspicious. "Thanks, honey".

You're not surprised at all when your boyfriend takes a very big sip of coffee, his mouth immediately spitting out the brown liquid, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing in disgust, and he gags, pushing the prank coffee away while you laugh, putting down your own hot beverage on the round table so you won't spill it from how hard you're shaking.

"Oh my God, your face", you wheeze and Namjoon frowns, looking almost baby-like when he stares at you with a betrayed expression. "Why did you do that?", he whines, using a napkin to wipe his tongue and you take mercy on him, passing him a cup of water you organized beforehand.

"April fools!", you say with a grin, watching as Namjoon's face fills with understanding and he groans defeatedly, obviously cursing his own bad memory. "I should've known."

"Sorry, I couldn't let you go away for the whole day without pranking you", you say with a sweet smile, and Namjoon sighs, looking so done with you it was actually adorable, so you lean forward to leave another apologizing peck on his lips, the fondness in your boyfriend's eyes evident when you pull back with a bright smile. "I'll make you a new coffee."

Park Jimin:

You didn't get to spend much time with Jimin lately, and it was very hard for you, considering the fact that you were used to the older's undivided attention and affection.

BTS' comeback was nearing, which meant Jimin was getting farther away, coming back home only a few times a week at the late hours of the night, his eyes sporting dark circles and limbs heavy, collapsing on the bed with you in his arms and leaving a tired peck on your lips before he was fast asleep, not able to keep himself awake for another second.

Luckily, today was the day Jimin promised to come home early enough to eat dinner with you, working even harder the whole week just so he could take this short break, and you couldn't wait to finally see him, hug him tightly and kiss him properly for the first time in what feels like forever.

When the door to your apartment opens, your boyfriend walking through the door wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants, his blonde hair tied into a cute ponytail and a huge smile on his face, eye squinted from the force of it, you sprint towards him without hesitation, leaping into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly, swinging you around like the couple's do in the cheesy dramas.

You giggle, burying your face in the warm skin of his neck, and he laughs as well, holding you tightly to his chest and lowering you to the ground slowly, until you're face to face, noses brushing with the biggest grins on your faces.

"I need to talk to you", you whisper, hands still buried in Jimin's soft hair, and you want to tell him so bad about how much you missed his comforting touch and his angel-like voice and his pretty face. Face timing just wasn't enough.

To your surprise, Jimin seems to become serious, his dark eyebrows furrowing and his eyes turning slightly panicked. "About what?", he asks carefully, and you open your mouth to ask why he seems so nervous, when an idea forms in your head, and you look down, unwrapping your arms from your boyfriend and avoiding his eyes, as if you were feeling uncomfortable, ignoring the voice in your head telling you to hug your goddamn boyfriend and never let him go again.

"We should probably sit down", you say softly, motioning to the purple sofa in your living room, and you turn around before Jimin can see the smile threatening to grow on your face, breathing out in relief when you hear his footsteps behind you.

You make sure to leave a noticeable distance between the two of you when you sit down, and Jimin seems really worried now, grabbing your hand gently in his, and even for the sake of the prank, you can't get yourself to pull away from the warm touch. "Is everything okay?"

"Actually…", you inhale through your nose sharply, secretly admiring your acting skills as you look down to your lap. "I've been thinking for a while now… And I just feel like I should be honest with you."

"Y/N, you're freaking me out.", Jimin says more desperately now, squeezing your hand in his as if he's afraid you'll run away, and you know you can't keep doing this, not when Jimin's looking at you with scared brown eyes, his whole body tense like a ruler. 

"I've missed you so much", you finish with a smile, and Jimin blinks at you, his brain slowly processing the sentence while you bite your lip to stop from laughing, waiting for your lover to understand the situation fully. 

"You pranked me?", Jimin says unsurely, and there's blatant relief in his eyes when you nod, his whole body sagging against the couch as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back on the soft cushions. "You freaked me out for a second."

You laugh, but there's something bugging you, so you climb onto your boyfriend's lap carefully, his eyes opening when you straddle him, looking up at you with a hesitant smile. He was clearly hiding something.

"Why were you so scared?", you ask curiously, inspecting Jimin carefully, and the other sighs, his hands coming to rub your waist gently, a soft blush painting his cheeks from the embarrassment.

"I was just worried… that maybe this relationship was too hard for you, with me not being home for a while now…", he starts quietly, avoiding your eyes, and panic and regret immediately fill your chest, and you lean down to kiss him, cutting off the horrible thoughts coming out of his mouth. 

"Never", you promise when you detach from him, your voice firm even though your hands are shaking and there are tears threatening to fall at the thought of ever leaving this amazing man, who's looking at you right now with so much love it makes you melt. "You're stuck with me forever, Park Jimin."

Kim Taehyung:

One of the many things you love about Kim Taehyung is the fact that he's never taken you for granted. He always took care of you, even though he's a worldwide idol with a shit ton of money and a face that could get any girl on her knees. 

Even when it came to the simplest things, if it was chores in the house like washing the dishes or folding the laundry, Taehyung always made sure to help you, making even the most annoying duties a fun experience.

Today was going to be even more enjoyable, because you're planning to make Taehyung regret splashing you with cold water in the shower yesterday. Your plan was simple, but perfect, the best way to get your boyfriend without putting in too much effort.

"I'll dry, you wash?", you suggest nonchalantly, getting up from Taehyung's lap with a peck to his cheek, the white plates the two of you were eating from now empty, the only sign that food was there was the smears of red sauce from the beef you made.

Your boyfriend hums in agreement, getting up from the chair as you pick up the silverware and the plates, heading towards your small kitchen with careful steps, making sure not to drop anything.

You smirk when Taehyung walks towards the kitchen sink, the memory of you tying a rubber band tightly around the spray nozzle entering your mind. When your oblivious boyfriend will turn on the faucet, he'll get a nice, cold spray straight in his handsome face.

Just like you expected, Taehyung starts the water, cursing in surprise when a fountain of water hits his face just right, and you cackle when your lover blindly reaches for the sink, desperately trying to shut off the consistent waterfall.

You lean against the gray marble counter, not even caring about the puddles covering the parquet floor of your kitchen, and wipe the tears from your eyes when Taehyung finally lifts his head to meet your mischief-filled eyes.

His black curls are sticking to his forehead wetly, drops of water dripping down his tanned skin, and his dark blue silk pyjama set is soaked from the top to the bottom, matching the darkness in his eyes.

You gulp, suddenly feeling a bit scared at the intimidating look in your boyfriend's eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?", you ask, your grip on the counter tightening when Taehyung inches towards you slowly.

Taehyung smiles sweetly at you, but something still doesn't feel right, your eyes squinting suspiciously when he shrugs carelessly. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I want to hug my beautiful girlfriend."

Your eyes widen at the sound of Taehyung's sentence, and you shriek when he lunges at you, sprinting out of the kitchen like your life depends on it. "You'll never catch me alive! I just came out of the shower!"

Jeon Jungkook:

It was your thing to go on random dates together, and today was no exception. You cross your legs on the purple beach towel you are sitting on, sticking another watermelon cube in your mouth before turning to Jungkook, who's chewing on a grape, bunny pout on full display and eyes squinted to avoid the sun.

Jungkook is shirtless, which is a good enough reason to come to the beach on its own, his defined abs and pecs dripping with ocean water, wet black hair falling over his dark eyes in cute curls, thick tanned thighs covered in black swim-shorts, his naked legs brushing yours as you eat from the plastic container, occasionally feeding each other.

You've spent a good part of your time here in the water, splashing at each other, Jungkook lifting you up as you screech, clinging to him tightly, but he throws you off easily, your noodle arms no competition to your boyfriend's buff biceps.

Now, the two of you were taking some time to tan after you got tired from swimming and playing around, eating the snacks and fruits you brought with you and listening to music, Jungkook rubbing on you sunscreen carefully, maybe even a little too carefully, his large hands sliding over your back and shoulders, and you return the favor just as eagerly, shamelessly feeling up your boyfriend's strong body.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec.", Jungkook says, pecking your lips gently before standing up and throwing a black t-shirt over his now-dry chest, the covered skin making you pout slightly. "'Kay."

You watch as your boyfriend disappears into the small building, stretching your tanned legs and admiring the way the bikini Jungkook chose you when you went shopping, bright yellow and somewhat cute, with the strapless top and high waisted bottoms, fits the tone of your skin perfectly. Of course Jungkook was great at choosing bikinis, just another talent to add to the respectful list he already has.

You're slightly bored without Jungkook beside you, so you let your gaze wander to the older's white beach towel, lying beside your own, when a hilarious idea pops in your mind. This will be a nice revenge for Jungkook dunking you in the water multiple times today.

You get up quickly, not wasting any time as you start to dig a hole in the sand, ignoring the crazy looks you're probably getting from passer-bys, digging as fast as you can before Jungkook will return.

You're panting by the time there's a rather large hole in the sand, big enough for a grown man to sit inside, and you smile gleefully, covering your masterpiece with Jungkook's beach towel before lying back down on your own and putting on your gold sunglasses for an extra effect, waiting for your lover to return.

"I'm back", you flip to your stomach when you see your boyfriend coming over, a soft smile on his face when he sees you, going to his spot and sitting. Or trying to sit, anyway.

You laugh when Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp, falling straight into the hole you dug up, his hands grasping the golden grains of sand uselessly to stop himself from falling and legs flailing, the useless beach towel wrapping around him as he curses, struggling to get up.

"Oh my God, your face", you snort, pointing at your boyfriend who gives up on trying to get out of your apparently deep hole, sitting instead inside the trap you set up with his hands crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you with a glare that could kill.

You're still laughing when strong arms wrap around you and you're thrown on a broad shoulder, Jungkook's arms holding you from your thighs as the ground swings dangerously underneath you, the situation only making sense when you're greeted with turquoise water underneath you, and you thrash, trying desperately to get out of Jungkook's hold. "No, not again!"

BTS when you call them handsome:

Seokjin:

Lmao this guy. Jin loves compliments, especially from you, and while they make him immensely happy, he tries to play it off as cool as possible, playfully agreeing with you when you mumble 'handsome' before BTS' performance, your eyes wide with awe at his princely looks, dressed in a beautiful silver suit, his long black hair parted, revealing his strong forehead and sharp eyebrows. Seokjin loves it when you giggle at his shameless response, and he also answers that way to hide the blush creeping to his neck and ears, revealing his true feelings at your affectionate remark.

"I look stunning, I know. Don't worry, this handsome face is all yours."

Yoongi:

Do you hear something? Yoongi will probably pretend he doesn't hear you when you whisper the word 'handsome' unconsciously, watching your boyfriend get ready for his photoshoot, his dark hair falling over his forehead in pretty waves and his slim body covered in a black silk shirt and black leather pants. He has no idea how to respond to these compliments, especially because he doesn't necessarily think they're true, and he's dying to say something, anything to express his gratitude, but he's too shy to. So he purses his lips instead, continuing to scroll through his phone, but you can see the small smile raising his cheeks slightly and the pretty blush painting his creamy skin.

*shy silence*

Hoseok:

J-hope is the type of guy to not make a big deal out of a compliment, but that doesn't make him any less thankful of happy to hear you flatter his looks, clapping your hands excitedly when he exits the changing room in the store, the wide jeans and the blue jumper matching your boyfriend so perfectly you couldn't help but feel excited. Hoseok simply chuckles when he hears you compliment him over and over again, talking about how good his red hair matches the colorful outfit, a large smile gracing his lips as he looks at you with sparkling eyes. He finds your behaviour adorable and lovable, and thanks you sincerely.

"Aww, does it really look that good? Thank you~" 

Namjoon:

The cutest baby omg. Namjoon will get so shy and awkward when you compliment him and his new purple hair, and he won't be able to stop himself from smiling shyly, his eyes avoiding yours as he lowers his head to the ground, hiding those dimples you love so much. He can't stop letting out these cute giggles whenever you run your fingers through his thick hair, gushing over and over again about how prettily it blends with his tanned skin. He appreciates your compliments of course, and it motivates him to be better, and even if he tries to change the topic away from his handsomeness, it's just because he's a shy bean uwu.

"Ah, thank you!" *cute laughter sounds*

Jimin:

Jimin is the sweetest and most humble human being uwu. This cutie can't help but smile widely when you pet his messy blonde hair and say "handsome" softly, your eyes loving and gentle as you admire your boyfriend's baby face, slightly puffy from sleep, wearing a simple t-shirt and sweats, yet still looking ethereal. Your boyfriend will send you his infamous eye smile, and won't hesitate to compliment you right back, wanting you to know that you're the prettiest in his eyes. He loves and cherishes every good word you say about him, but he loves making you smile even more, silently adoring the soft blush painting your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.

"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Taehyung:

Taehyungie can't hide his happiness whenever you compliment his looks, the beautiful boxy smile creeping on his face in record time as he hides his face behind his long fingers. He shakes his head slightly when you click another picture of him, continuing to praise his looks, awed at how handsome he can look just sitting on the soft grass of the park you were taking a stroll at, his soft caramel hair fluttering in the wind and his long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. Your boyfriend feels all soft inside at the sound of you gushing over him, but he still disagrees, whining about how you're making him blush as you coo, unable to stand in front of Taehyung's adorable behaviour.

"Aish, seriously, you're making me blush~"

Jungkook:

The main baby is here uwu. Jungkook will smile so bright when you compliment him, his lips pulling into that wide bunny smile you learned to cherish and his pretty doe eyes crinkling. He couldn't help but look at you lovingly when you compliment his looks in the latest BTS music video, your cute cheers for him ("Jungkookie, you're so handsome") and your interested expression making his heart melt in his chest. He doesn't really want to dwell on the compliments too much, feeling like he isn't worthy of them, but he still expresses his gratitude to you, the sweet grin and the fluttering feeling in his chest staying with him even after the song finishes.

 “Thank you~” *bunny smile intensifies*

BTS when you work out with them:

Seokjin:

Despite his usually silly nature, I can see Seokjin as being serious when it came to the gym, always checking up on you and making sure you're not overworking yourself. The two of you will be rather quiet during your workout, each of you deep in your own thoughts, but your boyfriend will still have all his attention on you, handing you a water bottle every few minutes, or sending you thumbs-up from the other side of the room. Jin knows how careless people can be when they work out, and he has his own personal experience from his trainee days, so the last thing he wants is for the same thing to happen to you, always making sure your healthy and happy.

Yoongi:

I can see Yoongi as being the type to try to convince you to workout less lol. The two of you will go to the HYBE gym to burn some calories, but soon enough your boyfriend will drop to the floor lazily, an ice-cold water bottle in his hand, watching with barely-concealed admiration as you continue the tiring exercise without stopping, despite your slowly-reddening face and sweaty forehead. Yoongi will jokingly try to make you stop, but he secretly loves how determined and strong you are, and he'll reluctantly come back to join you for the rest of the workout after a few minutes of cool-down, understanding you're not going to back down.

Hoseok:

I feel like Hobi will be the kind to hype you up so much during your couple workouts, even when you are struggling for air and he is acing all the exercises easily due to his amazing stamina, he'll still encourage you, shouting out your name loudly and cheering whenever it seemed like you were giving up and in need of a boost of his addicting energy. Still, your boyfriend won't go easy on you, making you do round after round of cardio workouts and weights, and he'll be so enthusiastic about everything it'll make it even harder to say no to him, no matter how tired you are, one pout from him and you'll be collapsing on the workout mat once again, wondering when this torture will end.

Namjoon:

Joon is too busy looking at your booty to workout lmao. Honestly, when you first suggested to your boyfriend the idea of working out together, Namjoon was quick to agree, not thinking too much about the fact that he was going to have to stay completely focused, while you were standing in front of him, wearing a sports bra and leggings that left no room for imagination, your hair pulled into a tight ponytail revealing your beautiful, sharp features. You'll probably have to shake him awake more often than not, while he mumbles apologies and turns bright red, picking up the weight to hastily and making all the other fall down.

Jimin:

Working out with you will make Jimin want to work even harder, driven by the fact that you're looking up to him and see him as hardworking and in shape. Your boyfriend will want to impress you, lifting heavier weights than usual and turning around every few seconds to make sure you're looking at him. And if you're not, this baby won't hesitate to call you, requesting for you to look at him. You'll probably spend more time in the gym checking Jimin out than actually exercising, but you can't really seem to mind when your boyfriend's cheeks turn such a pretty pink whenever you compliment his muscles and stamina, embarrassed even though he was the one who was so desperate for your attention.

Taehyung:

You and Taehyung working out will be more jokes and laughter than anything. No matter how hard the two of you will try to be serious, one look at each other and you're already giggling, and pretty soon you're sitting on the floor, imitating each other's concentrated faces teasingly, the weights and treadmill long forgotten. Since it's so hard to concentrate next to Taehyung, the two of you usually work out alone, or do something rather easy like jogging or walking together, either spending time talking to each other or plugging in your shared earphones, catching up on each other's favorite songs at the moment.

Jungkook:

Working out with Jungkook is a nightmare lol. This muscle bunny will not let you breathe, adding more and more sets and making the exercises continuously harder every few minutes, and your own pride won't let you lose to him, forcing yourself to keep going until you collapse on the floor, unable to move a muscle. The two of you are naturally competitive, so what is supposed to be an hour workout can turn into two or more, only ending when the two of you are completely breathless. Jungkook will also be a major distraction, sauntering around the gym wearing nothing but a tight tank top and jogging pants, and he knows it, smirking whenever he catches your gaze on him.

Posting this again ladies and gentlemen because the next chapter is out!

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin

Summary from AO3:

Namjoon I gave a guy my NUMBER????

STD Boi that’s what i said are you wearing your glasses or are they on the top of your head again

Or: Namjoon decides to get drunk as an experiment and the wildest thing he does all night is give his number to a guy whose name he doesn't remember and who Yoongi wants him to marry because he's rich. It's only a plus that this guy can cook, has a nice laugh and likes Namjoon's music, of course.

Check it out if you’re interested! And do let me know what you guys think! <3