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❥ Soft Things Yoongi Does

genre -> fluff

pairing -> bts Yoongi x reader

warnings -> nothing lol

word count -> 0.1k

summary -> thoughts expanded off this <3

• Writes songs about you but doesn’t ever release them. Wanting them to be for just you.

“Listen.” Yoongi says simply before setting the headphones on your head. Pressing a few buttons on his screen, you hear the soft melody for the first time. You sit and listen to it for three and a half minutes before it ends. “What do you think?” Yoongi asks taking the headphones off of you and gently setting them to the side. “I love it. It fits with the rest of the album.” You mumble. “That one’s not going in a bts album. It’s going in yours.”

• Calls you his muse.

“My muse. It’s too early to be out of bed.” Jumping at the suddenly contact you can feel Yoongi’s chest move as he laughs at the fact he scared you. “It’s nearly ten though.” You say leaning back against him. “You’ve never called me that before though.” He merely hums. “Well when you’ve inspired me for multiple years now I feel you deserve it. Math you should get those awards too.”

This is the very first thing I read after waking up (rn)… i always come back to read this and the skz version whenever I’m feeling down about my height (5’8” just a few inches shy of 5’9”)

Tysm for these 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

When they have a taller s/o

Pairing: Ot7!BTS × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: what either skz or bts would be like with a tall s/o? (5’8”)

Warnings: none? There's some sort of a "die" joke in Namjoon's but that's it

A/n: as promised, here's the BTS version of it! If you want, you can check the stray kids version here!

Jin

Your height was probably one of the first things he noticed about you and it's probably the thing that mesmerized him the most at first. Idk there's just something about it that makes him be so (more) enchanted about you, like you're some sort of runway model who makes everyone enchanted without even trying.

Suga

Bro would barely notice the height difference 😭 it's just that he finds you beautiful in every single aspect, your height is just one more thing for him to admire. Wouldn't make a big deal out of it but he finds it beautiful and you know it just by how he looks at you.

J-hope

HE LOVES IT. He's 100% the type to giggle over the height difference, fight me. He's always so smiley about it but the moment someone even dares to think badly about your appearance or the difference between the two of you he's ready to throw hands. Your best defender and supporter ever, no matter what.

Namjoon

He's kinda shy to admit this, but he believes that the cuddles and hugs you guys share become ten times better because of your height. It just feels so comfortable and he loves how you can just engulf him with no problem. Just like Hoseok, this man is ready to defend you till the ends of earth. Anyone who bad-mouths you two just dies of embarrassment after listening to Namjoon's replies (I love this man so much fr)

Jimin

He's ready to receive full princess treatment. You know that video where he asks jungkook to help him reach the gym equipment even tho he could've done it alone? That's what we're talking about. Wears your clothes, asks for you to reach the top shelf for him, wants to be picked up and everything else you can imagine. Needless to say he loves the height difference.

Taehyung

Oh he's loving it so much. Every time you guys do the slightest pda he has such a cocky smile on his face lmao. Like "yeah that's my partner, can you believe it?". He loves hugs where you kinda tower him, kisses where you need to bend down a little, gosh he loves even standing still next to you. That's how in love he's for you (and the height difference).

Jungkook

Yeah you're taller but he's still gonna make you sit in his lap, he's still carrying you bridal style everywhere and picking you up any time he can (which is always). Literally doesn't care about the height, he's still babying you and there's nothing you can do about it.

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How Many Things

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.

Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.

A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!

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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.

You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.

He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-

Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.

You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.

The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.

The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.

As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.

You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.

Y/N: are you busy rn?

Namjoon: Not currently. Why?

Y/N: can u pls come pick me up

Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*

Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?

Y/N: ok. ty joon.

Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.

But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.

In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.

You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.

You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.

But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.

How could you have been so stupid?

You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.

You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.

You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?

'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.

Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."

"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.

Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.

The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.

"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.

"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.

You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("

He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.

Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.

If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.

But no.

Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"

That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.

You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.

You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.

You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.

Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?

He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.

"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.

"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.

"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.

"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.

"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.

"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."

He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.

The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.

Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.

You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.

As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.

You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.

You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.

"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."

"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.

"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.

"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."

You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.

On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.

It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.

"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.

You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.

"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.

For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.

Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?

"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.

"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.

"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.

The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.

"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.

"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.

"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"

"Yeah"

"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.

"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.

"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.

"They're not like that, I know they aren't."

"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.

"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."

"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."

You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.

You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.

"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."

Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?

"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."

A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—

"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.

"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.

"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.

Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.

With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.

No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-

Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.

You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.

"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."

You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.

"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.

You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.

You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.

The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;

"Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.

"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.

"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.

"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.

"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.

"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.

"Answer the questionnnn"

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.

"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.

"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.

"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.

"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"

"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.

"What specifically?"

"All of it."

"Wha-"

"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"

"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"

"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."

Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"

"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.

You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.

"I feel the same."

A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.

"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"

"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.

"Like, y'know- like..."

"I actually don't know...."

"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.

"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.

Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."

"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.

"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.

"So I'm taking that as a yes?"

"Fuck yes."

You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.

"Y/N."

"Yoongi?"

"Can I kiss you?"

End.

currently working on goodnight love part 2 🤭 lmk if u wanna be tagged 🫶

Hi lovely mochi, would you mind writing one abt husband Hobi comforting reader after emotionally rough day? You don't have to, but I'd honestly cheer me up a bit 💞 thank you so much, sending love 💜

As if it wasn't enough of what happened in the morning, or the fact your battery ran low and your phone died, now it was raining. You groaned in frustration when some rain drops fell on your nose, followed by other hundred ones, wetting your thin summer dress and your brand bag, the one your dear husband, Hoseok, bought for you.

Your shared apartment was some streets away, one of your high heels was broken, now, hanging in your hand, so you couldn't run either. Sighing, you walked under the hard rain, shivering and crying.

At this point you weren't sure if your cheeks were wet of your tears or because of the abudant rain, when you entered your apartment.

"Babygirl, did where have you been?! I couldn't contact you- " Hoseok ended the phrase with a high pitched scream, realising in which state you were, in front of him.

"What happened?!" He asked you, worried, hurrying up to wrap a blanket around you, pulling you to his chest, where you broke into tears. Your shoulders were shaking while you let out a lot of hard sobs. At this point, Hoseok was worried about you, thinking of the worst.

Trying to get away your trembling hands, which where covering your sad and wet face, Hoseok forced you to look at him. "Y/N, jagiya... what happened?!" He was breathing hard as well, doesn't really knowing if he wanted to find out or not.

What if someone harmed you? What if you saw an accident?! What if you lost the baby?!

"Is the baby alright?!" He asked, placing one of his huge hands on your 6 weeks baby, who's little heart was beating in your womb.

"N-No. The baby i-is fine. I just ..." you showed him the broken heel in your hand. "I-I, my boss fired me, my hell broke while coming back home, I walked into the rain to our block." You were sobbing hard, honestly, you looked deplorable.

Hoseok understood then. You needed him. He took the heel out of your hand and set it on the table, from beside you two. Then he kneeled and took of your damages shoes, placing a kiss on each of your foot, trailing his soft lips up your legs, kissing your knees and following am invisible path up on one of your thighs.

You gasped of the gentle contact of his lips, on your cold and wet skin, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Getting up, Hoseok placed your arms around his strong neck, lifting you up from the ground, carrying you like a princess, straight to the bathroom, where he took of your wet clothes and turned on the warm water of the shower.

Carefully placing you under the water pressure, he stripped off his own clothes and entered the cabin, behind you, placing one hand on your little womb and the other one on your neck, letting your head fall back, on his shoulder. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold, his skin gently stroking your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"If you think better..." he whispered, placing a wet kiss on your right shoulder.

You hummed, waiting for him to continue. "It was better that you heel got broken. I told you it isn't good for a pregnant woman to wear high heels!"

And for the first time that day, you smiled.

@soft-hobi-hours 💖

When they have a crush

Pairing: ot7 BTS × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: headcanon, fluff

Request: types of dumb or random things bts members will do while they are crushing on someone and wants their attention?

Warnings: mentions of food at jin's

A/n: I feel like I'm getting better at making the layout of these posts :)

Jin

‌This man ain't even trying to bring out his boyfriend material

‌He's going for the husband material

‌Cooks for you quite a lot

‌Always bringing you some lunch or just a few baked goodies (and never allowing the boys to eat it beforehand)

‌Runs errands with you because he "has nothing better to do" when in reality he's just desperate to be with you for a while

‌He even has "cleaning dates" with you😭

‌I see him to be a huge fan of domesticity ngl

‌So if there's anything he can do to bring out this side in your relationship, even if you're only on the friendship stage yet, you can bet that's what he's gonna do

‌And he 100% expects your friends to make the "you seem like an old married couple" jokes because !!

‌That's precisely his goal!!

‌Once he gets to know your family, he even wants your family to be expecting the day you'll both start to date

‌Jin is just the definition of husband material and he knows it, that's how he tries to make you look at him

Suga

‌Stick to the end and hear me out

‌Jokes

‌I know how that sounds but I promise you it makes sense😭

‌Yoongi is the typa guy to be effortlessly (and questionably) funny

‌Like that one time the staff said "whoever has the ball wins" and he replied with "then we are all winners"

‌However !

‌He keeps on doing those jokes like he'd always do

‌But now he unconsciously looks at your direction

‌Would you laugh? Would you find it weird? Did you even pay attention?

‌If, after developing this crush of him, he notices that you actually laugh at his jokes

‌You can be sure he'll do them a lot

‌But it's so subtle you don't even notice he's doing it to make you laugh/have your attention

‌However, he does pay attention to you quite a lot so he can always be the first one to notice your smile growing

J-hope

‌Endless excuses to see you

‌He will purposely "forget" his things at your place just so he can go back there (and forget some more things)

‌It's an infinite cycle

‌Sometimes he will accidentally leave his sweatshirts with you

‌And then he'll be like "could you give it back to me? We can go to that restaurant I was telling you about and then you can give it to me"

‌But then he will tell you that the night is cold so it's okay if you want to wear his sweatshirt while you're both out

‌And then he also forgets to take it back

‌Wow who would ever imagine this could happen

‌So now you both need to see each other again because he really wants that sweatshirt

‌Bro is still trying to grow the courage to properly ask you out

‌So even if you do catch up on his small antics, please engage on it

‌He just needs a little bit of impulse 😭

Namjoon

‌Whenever he wants your attention, he starts to talk

‌And with that I mean he TALKS

‌Won't shut up for a second

‌And he won't even make sense, bro is talking about the dumbest and more random things you could ever imagine

‌ "I wouldn't want to live in mars, it sounds depressing. Neptune sounds cool though, don't you think?"

‌Like?? How do you want me to answer to that hun😭

‌But it's kinda sweet because he becomes a professional yapper to gain your attention, but once he gets it he let's you do all the talking

‌He didn't really want to talk, he just wanted you to be there with him

‌So you can talk all you want, he will pay attention to every single word with a little smile on his face

Jimin

‌Deadass stares at you

‌Not in a creepy way tho, just in a "please look at me I really want your attention right now"

‌And will keep on staring at you until you give in

‌Heavy on physical touch as well

‌At this stage of your relationship, everything is friendly of course

‌Because he is scared of letting you know he's in love with you💀 even if that's pretty much the whole point

‌However

‌He still craves a lot of your touch

‌Hugs all the time, holds and plays with your hand, the same goes to your hair...

‌Sometimes you can't even go somewhere without him following you like a shadow

‌Trust me, if he wants your attention he will find a way to have it

Taehyung

‌He will ask for it

‌Like, literally

‌I see him as a very straightforward person so he'll just be like "y/n pay attention to me"

‌Multiple times, until you actually do stop whatever you were doing and look at him

‌And his reaction will be like 😄

‌I see him doing this slightly more subtly when he's trying to get your attention from someone else

‌If he feels you're talking to Jin, for example, for a very long while now, he won't hesitate on sitting next to you

‌And kinda throwing himself on top of you

‌lmao scratch what I said, that's not subtle at all

‌But at least he doesn't say what he wants from you out loud ig

Jungkook

‌You think this man is competitive?

‌That's because you haven't seen him trying to impress you

‌Are you watching the dance practice? You can bet that Jungkook is giving 3 times his all

‌Are you watching the recording? Bro becomes Mariah Carey in two seconds

‌The boys' biggest fear is when they are playing basketball or something like that and you're watching it

‌They KNOW they are going to lose

‌It can be a 6×1, nothing is stopping him from impressing you like that

‌But if you're the one playing against him? He's probably gonna win the match no matter what, but he's going to be extremely soft at least!

‌Please do compliment him on how he was, he needs to know it was worth it😭

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Agh my soft heart for my birthday month 🥺🥺

february 🥰

February is the boy that sits beside you in social studies. You never noticed him before, but something about the pinks and reds and purples littering the windows has you giving him a second look. It's shy glances and warm cheeks. February is daydreaming about color when the bleakness of winter is beginning to feel too heavy.

February is a log on the fire in the endless snow fall of the mountains, it's the hearts cut out of red cardstock and the way a child skips down the sidewalk in their boots. It's small moments in between lockers 323 and 327, where you feel like you might fly if that boy from social studies gives you another smile.

February is Hoseok inviting you to call him Hobi, and smiling at you like you're his whole world when you do. It's the sudden realization that the things you've dreamed about are capable of happening. It's the butterflies you feel as you're walking down the stairs in your dress and hear the doorbell ring.

February is like an oasis in the middle of a desert. Hobi is like a white flag of surrender, letting you fall into his arms rather than fall in battle.

February is the strength to go on, even when the warmth of the sun still feels so far away.

--

send me your favorite month and I'll tell you which member embodies it

Your boyfriend going with you to get a new piercing and being more nervous than you are, never letting go of your hand, asking if you're okay every step of the way, and making a pained face when it actually happens as if he can feel it while you're totally fine. Takes you out for ice cream afterwards for being so brave, arm around you or hand rubbing softly on your back while you wait in line. Looking at the fresh piercing every now and then just to "check on it."

– beomgyu, jimin, soobin, felix, hobi, yeonjun, bangchan, han, huening kai

a/n. if anyone is having a hard time right now, remember it will be alright. you’ve got it. some things are hard to go through and stressful but once they’re over, you’ll be at peace. take time to breathe, calm down. i believe in you <3

[ 10:38pm ] harsh sobs that left your mouth literally crushed his heart into pieces. he knew he couldn’t do anything about the situation you were in but at least he could be there for you.

when you squeezed his neck, another sniff ripping out of your chest and tears spilling out of your eyes, hobi let out a shaky breath. he felt your pain too.

“i’ve got you” a quiet whisper from him makes you cry even more. he holds you tighter, the reassurance you needed almost overwhelming you – but you can’t say you’re not grateful “we’ll get through this”

hoseok places a tender kiss on your hair, tracing soothing shapes on your clothes. you cry your eyes out in hobi’s arms, feeling so small. but with him by your side, you know you can conquer the world even if lately you feel like just existing.

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Stargazing | Kim Namjoon

🌑pairing | Kim Namjoon x gn!reader 🌘genre | fluff 🌗word count | 477 🌖includes | idk this is just pure fluff cause Joon makes me soft ;-;

🌕blurb | Namjoon did most of the talking as he pointed out the different constellations and explained their use in navigation, as well as any myths tied to the stars. His deep voice sounded so soothing and would have lulled you to sleep if not for the cool breeze that shocked you awake each times it danced through your hair.

When you arrived at the park, it took you a few minutes to find Namjoon. He was sprawled out on a hill overlooking the Han River, his long legs stretched out comfortably as he stared up at the starry sky. He was lost in thought and didn’t notice your presence until you leaned over him.

“You made it.” He craned his neck back and frowned thoughtfully at your full arms. “What’s all this?

You shrugged, careful not to jostle the drinks in your hands. “It’s a little cold tonight, so I brought some hot chocolate. And I figured a blanket would be nicer to sit on than the grass.”

“Ah, you’re always so thoughtful,” Namjoon said with a smile. “Here, let me help.” He got up and took the blanket, spreading it out with a flourish before he sat down. You took a seat next to him and handed over his drink.

The hot chocolate kept your hands warm and stopped your teeth from chattering. Namjoon did most of the talking as he pointed out the different constellations and explained their use in navigation, as well as any myths tied to the stars. His deep voice sounded so soothing and would have lulled you to sleep if not for the cool breeze that shocked you awake each times it danced through your hair.

“Isn’t it fascinating that we’re looking up at constellations used by nomadic people thousands of years ago?” Namjoon mused. “They were able to know so much about the world around them just by looking up at the stars.” He turned to look at you, his face serious but his eyes shining brightly.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re a fallen star,” he said softly. “You came out of nowhere, a guiding light to show us our way through life when we were lost without a map. I’ll always be grateful for your guidance.”

He flashed his dimples at you, and you hoped it was dark enough for him not to notice the blush that crept along your cheeks. Namjoon seemed hellbent on giving you a heart attack, as he also reached out to cover your hand with his.

“Ah, your skin is like ice! Should we head back to the dorms?”

You shook your head. “No! I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve had time to just sit and talk. I don’t want it to end yet.”

Namjoon considered your words for a few moments, his eyes sharp and serious. He eventually nodded, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “Just a few more minutes, then,” he compromised, “but after that, we’ll head back and get you warmed up.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to share his warmth. You rested your head against his chest as the two of you now sat in silence, savoring the moment.

A/N: Joonie just makes me soft, alright? ;-;

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 ָ࣪   what bts would say to you first thing in the morning ♡  ָ࣪  

(i'm so soft for this concept rlly... brb gonna cry 🥺)

taehyung (in that deep ass voice)

"morning gorgeous... how'd you sleep?"

(looks at you with those ridiculously beautiful brown eyes)

jimin (with a wholesome(?) pout )

"you're so pretty in the mornings. unfair."

(reaches out to wrap his arms around you)

hobi (shining very brightly, both suns are awake)

[half-awake singing] "i love youuuu" (pauses to grab both your hands in his) "i love yooooouuu"

namjoon (already reading his book, been awake for a hot sec, wearing his glasses woooo)

"good morning my love - " (then proceeds to tell you about his book)

yoongi (no he's not awake, just pretending)

[grunts] "can't believe it's the morning already ughhh" (he's secretly happy he can spend this time w you though)

jin (unlike yoongi, has been awake for a while)

[applying collagen moisturiser]

"morning my love, sorry my pillow was dirty so i had to remove my face from it as to not get.... blemishes"

jungkook (husky husky afff morning voice)

"i would ask you how you slept but i know you slept well because I'M next to you" [smirks]

a/n: short but definitely sweet 🍬 will make a night time version too! watch this space 🤍

stay a while! what bts would say just before you fall asleep ; first kisses with the maknae line masterlist

bts soft songs that will help you sleep // bts sleep playlist

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU9nSSfSjpc

.｡.*✧— songs // canciones

0:00 moonchild - RM || 3:26 always - RM || 6:36 so far away - SUGA ft. Jin & JK || 11:58 someone like you - V (cover. special song) || 14:40 sweet night - V | 18:09 tokyo - RM || 21:38 4 o'clock - V & RM || 25:31 promise - Jimin || 28:01 tonight - Jin || 30:59 scenery - V || 35:51 seoul - RM || 40:22 still with you - JK || 44:23 winter bear - V || 47:17 dear my friend - Agust D ft. Kim Jong Wan of NELL || 52:09 blue side (outro) - j-hope

Quarantine makes me feel softer for the boys than I already am:

Tracing Jin's plush lips with my thumb as his head lays on my lap. He was telling me dad jokes again, not caring that I already know this one.

Cuddling with Yoongi as I listen to his soft snores. I traced his clothed chest, feeling his slow heartbeat and mine.

Late night reading on the bed with Joonie before midnight strucks. Comfortable silence encased the both of us and our legs entangled beneath the blanket.

Softly embracing Hobi as we slow dance in the studio with lights on low setting. Humming the song under his breath, I smiled, burying myself on his neck.

Relaxing to the sweet melodies coming out of Jimin's pretty lips. His eyes twinkling as we both giggle about our own inside joke.

Ruffling Taehyung's curly hair as he plays on his piano. I then slowly knead his neck and he moans gratefully, further relaxing under my touch.

Sharing a blanket on the bed with Kookie as we play on our phones. Not really that much of a competitive game but more of enjoying each other's presence.

*gif's are not mine

Golden Hour

In which Yoongi is the boy you’ve friend-zoned for years and you finally realize that he’s all you want.

→ Yoongi x reader

→ super short word count lol, SFW, fluff, f2l

→ a/n: thank you guys for all the love and patience. I know I’ve been so slow updating recently :(( but you guys are seriously the best and so I wanted to give you a lil drabble to show you I’m still here and I appreciate you :)

–

–

It was golden hour when you realized you must have been in love with him for a long, long time. 

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IN YOUR CARE

BTS X READER A/B/O AU

CHAPTER 6 (6.8k words)

For more information about this story, find it here

Seokjin's POV

Nothing could've prepared me for what I'd find as soon as I make it back to the car.

I briefly explained to Yoongi and Namjoon what happened earlier without going too much into details for Y/N's sake, it was mainly about how it would be important for us to show her a whole lot of love, understanding and most especially patience, something that she needs desperately.

Namjoon looked like he understood the context, but Yoongi still said that he would explain the situation on the way to his place and we parted ways on that note so that I wouldn't leave her alone for too long. I wanted to apologize for how I reacted since it was more aggressive than what I am used to from myself.

That wasn't how I should treat my baby, no matter the cause, and I feel awful about it. She deserved better from me, a lot better. I need to apologize to her once I'm back - or that was the plan anyway, since my heart stops beating once I make it closer to the car only to see it empty.

In a moment of panic as I try to find her in the immediate surroundings - did she run away? Yoongi and Namjoon would've noticed, no? - I don't notice the clothes right away, neatly folded on her seat where they wouldn't get dirty, or the massive mass of black fur resting on the back seats.

It's her scent that guides my eyes to where she is, and when I find her rolled-up form through the window, the other on the side of the road with the shutter closed - both windows at the back have one in case of an emergency shifting along with a blanket - I all but freeze as this was the last thing I was expecting to see.

Her shifting to her wolf form had not even crossed my mind and all I can think about is how I fucked up for that to happen now.

Her big brown eyes glance at me from under a big paw before looking away with a loud whimper and my heart breaks instantly, it falls to the ground where it is left for dead, unwanted. I caused that, didn't I? Because I was too much earlier?

I most likely was, but her words made me feel so angry at first that I just had to pull over. I simply couldn't keep driving without causing some sort of accident, and then it'd felt like we'd failed her, Yoongi and I, hadn't we said enough to assure her that she'd done nothing wrong?

She had been a victim from the very beginning and I thought she knew that, but then I had to hear that she was in fact blaming herself for being oblivious to a truth that she had been trained to not see, as if that was her fault.

My mind eventually cleared enough to let me see that talking to her about it wasn't going to go anywhere, she was right in the middle of processing trauma and here I was getting angry because she wasn't healing fast enough to my liking.

I always tell Yoongi to take it slow and easy, and yet here I was, doing the exact opposite to my sweet baby.

My leaving her alone for a moment was only my way of giving her some space to recover from the stress I imposed upon her, but it was not my intention to come back to her pitiful, curled-up form in the back of the car with her huge paws hiding her face because she can't bear to look at me.

I'm seeing her wolf for the first time, and it has to be because she sought comfort after I made her feel terrible. With a lump in my throat, I sit behind the wheel before wearing my seatbelt, fully aware that right now, there's absolutely nothing I can do for her.

Trying to comfort her with either words or caresses would make her feel even more stressed and that's not what I want, so all I can do is hope that by the time we make it to Namjoon's place, she'll be in a better state to accept my touch again.

I do send a quick text to Yoongi to let him know about her having shifted, and while he doesn't sound very happy about it when his only response is "Fucking hell, Jin", I know that he'll be more apt to help her than I am right now.

I don't know how long we drive the remaining distance for, all I know is that to have her upset scent so strong in my nose the whole time is a real nightmare, and that my pheromones are so heavy and thick in the vehicle that I have to open a window just to keep breathing normally.

I wish I could hug her tightly and let her know that I'm sorry, that I love her and that I will never behave like I did ever again. It's so easy to forget sometimes that while she is an alpha, while her scent is that of a confident and strong girl, she is in fact very sensitive and soft.

It's like having an omega stuck in the body of an alpha with her and I can't understand why the Moon Goddess would have allowed such a mistake, why she would make her life so difficult to live.

Should I expect to meet an omega mate with the behaviour of an alpha one day? Will we somehow learn that they swapped bodies by mistake? That their second genders went to the wrong wolf when it was time to present?

I was such a damned fool for getting mad. Such a fool.

By the time we make it to the huge building with the fancy fountain like Namjoon had told us, my heart is acting like a dying mantra going unheard for too long, its pleas and prayers getting slower by the minute.

It physically hurts to not be able to react to my instincts, my skin like fire as my wolf paces back and forth continually. I know I deserve this but at the same time, the selfish part of my soul just wants to seek her soothing touch to get rid of this pain, as if that could fix everything in an instant.

I follow behind Namjoon's car when the gates open, and the silence that looms over my head on the path to the private parking lot is only broken by the occasional snores of Y/N's wolf, the only comfort I can get out of this right now because to have her asleep means that my presence didn't make her feel unsafe.

Once our two cars parked side by side, Yoongi immediately opens his door and jumps to his feet before hurrying around the back of our car to her side, and I turn in my seat after getting rid of my seatbelt to better see as he opens the door to have a closer look at her.

His salty sea isn't peaceful like usual, it is tensed, grey, sour and bitter, and I accept how he doesn't allow a single glance my way to instead fully focus on her - it's the right thing to do and as the pack alpha, I wouldn't want any less from him.

He snakes his hands beneath her chin to lift her big head slightly upwards and then begins to massage her cheeks with his thumbs to get her to wake up softly, a few kisses peppered onto her nose and forehead that seem to work just as well as when she's in her human form.

Her droopy eyes slowly open before wavering a little as she tries very hard to wake up, and when Yoongi coos in adoration at the sight of her adorable softness, her tail begins to thump lightly against the leather seat, which is a very good thing to see, thank goodness.

"We made it to Namjoon's home, sweetheart, how about we go see where he lives, hm? Do you want to see what his place looks like?" he asks her with a gentle voice, and her eyes blink for a moment before she's nodding her heavy head, and to see the way she tries to climb onto his chest and in his arms next hurts my heart in a whole different way.

What I wouldn't give to be able to hold her wolf in my arms right now.

Namjoon suddenly opens my door to invite me out before I fully wither on my seat, a small smile on his face when I look up at him with a sad frown, and I swear I almost tear up when he reaches out to me with a warm hand, almost.

"Yoongi explained everything to me on the way. She's going to be okay, Seokjin. You're all learning how to coexist as a new pack with different backgrounds behind you. Mistakes are bound to happen in the process, that doesn't mean you're a bad pack alpha, he said so himself" he muses while pulling me up to my feet smoothly.

He doesn't seem to struggle as he does, which would have shocked me more was I not so worried. I bite on my tongue to keep in the tears that try to make an exit, but a choked and wavering hum lets him know that I am not doing too well right now.

Unable to let go of my hand when my scent is less coffee and more distressed, he adjusts his bag over his shoulder before closing my door, and then he's pulling me in close so that I can at least bask in his own scent of pumpkins with his body heat wrapped around me.

We remain like this as we wait for Yoongi to be done with getting Y/N out of the car, and I do see a paw push against his face when he tries to get the heavy wolf to hug around his neck to better pick her up, which makes the two alphas grunt in unison before trying again - wouldn't it be easier to have her walk at this point?

"I just hope she can forgive my behaviour, Namjoon. I don't want to fail as her pack alpha, she and Yoongi trusted me with this role and I want to be good to my pack, this... this isn't the legacy I want to leave behind" I finally utter, disappointed with my performance from earlier, but he rubs my back gently before bringing his gaze back to Yoongi when the car's door finally closes.

He's holding Y/N's wolf in his arms like she's a gigantic cuddly bear, her arms over his shoulders with her head tucked against his own while his arms support her large bottom, and she looks so much bigger like this, but it's like seeing a child in a body too large for her.

"Have faith and give her some time to rest. She's going through a hard time but she's not stupid, she knows that she's being dearly loved and that's what matters the most. She will understand that you were not mad at her, but at the situation. Everything will be fine".

The beta says that with such conviction that I can only believe him, and I nod my head before following his pace when he begins to make us walk towards Yoongi and Y/N. The two of them glance in my direction, and the pout on my face must be pretty pitiful because it takes but a second for Yoongi to lose his frown.

He had plans for how he wanted us to see each others' wolves, plans that included cuddles and a lot of love, but it's not fair of him to be mad when he knows that I didn't do this on purpose. If we had switched positions, he probably would've done worse than I did and what then?

He sighs at that thought and rubs her back softly. Her words must have been very bad for me to react the way I did - my usual peaceful nature didn't keep me from getting mad at her and that says a lot, he judged his pack alpha too fast.

"Let's get inside for now, there's no point staying out here where everyone can hear and see us" Namjoon decides when silence reigns over our heads for a beat too long, and we all nod before following him to the large doors leading inside the building with drooped heads.

He holds one of the two doors open for Yoongi since his hands are busy holding our mate, then squeezes my hand as I walk past him next. "We'll take the elevator. I live on the fifth floor and I don't want anyone getting hurt in the stairs. Keep going, it's on the left".

Thankful that Namjoon thought about safety, Yoongi nods before following his directives until he finds it, and he presses on the up button with his elbow while Y/N's eyes discreetly glance in my direction every few seconds, like she's trying to determine whether I'm still mad or not.

I almost reach out to hold her face in my hands a few times, but always decide against it because I don't know what I'm allowed yet. It's our first time seeing her wolf, so I don't know its preferences yet, or what Y/N is willing to allow despite her not being in full control at the moment.

Her wolf wanting my attention doesn't mean that Y/N wants it, or am I simply afraid of a possible rejection? I don't know anymore, I just don't want to make things worse.

It's Yoongi who ultimately decides for me when he sidesteps until he's standing next to me with her big fluffy paw right by my shoulder. His windy salty sea smells like he's getting annoyed by my hesitation, and I fully understand why he'd feel that way. It bothers me too.

I make eye-contact with the wolf as the elevator's doors open, and she allows herself a shy lick to my cheek before facing the other way, causing my heart to burst with love and relief all at once. Does this mean she forgives me?

Yoongi doesn't say a word as he enters the small space first, but he does sneak a few glances to see how the two of us interact once side by side once more while Namjoon smiles after pressing on the right floor's button, his back against the wall to observe how we behave with one another as a pack.

This is new for him after all. He likes that he can see what our pack is like at the moment, and he likes to imagine what it might be like with him by our side from now on. How will it change as the days go by, as we make memories with one another? He's excited to find out, and so he watches with fascination as we simply exist within the boundaries of his life.

Y/N's grunts eventually begin to fill the closed room as we start going up to reach the beta's floor, and I bite on my bottom lip before daring another look at her, which shows her already staring at me with her dark, round eyes.

She grunts again, then licks my cheek a second time before turning her head the other way like she did earlier, her tail thumping against Yoongi's hips with the strength of her amusement. Is she trying to tease me right now?

"She's a playful one, isn't she?" Namjoon muses with a small grin on his face, something that seems obvious to him with the sight currently playing out in front of him. He wouldn't know how unusual this is for us, seeing as he didn't see her state during the last two weeks.

His comment catches me off guard, it really does, because I don't know if she's the kind of alpha to be playful or not. Or I didn't, until now. This is so new, both to Yoongi and I, that we don't know how to react just yet.

How often was she allowed to have fun in the past that it's coming out only when she's in this form? The pressure of her responsibilities and the expectations of the people around her must have been crushing, I wish I could've done a better job to make her feel safer at home.

Yoongi and I don't reply, our mind having gone in a similar direction and leaving us to feel quite disturbed by it, and though Namjoon seems to be able to read us like we're books he knows by heart already, he doesn't say anything either, instead leaving us to our thoughts.

It gives him an idea of where we stand as a new pack, and it's making him understand that there's still a lot to be done before any of us can fall into a functioning and healthy routine, starting with helping Y/N to process her trauma and separate her worth from it, as Yoongi had named earlier on the road.

The doors open with a ding and the beta leads the way down a large marbled hallway until we reach a door decorated with an art piece that looks custom-made for him, stained glass that depicts a wolf running in an endless field of flowers. It's really pretty.

He enters the pin code, then pushes the door open until it reveals a modern interior that appears to be filled with even more arts of all kind. It's like his work-museum wasn't enough, and he decided to have a home-museum as well.

"Please come in, make yourselves at home" he muses with a deep, grounding voice as he enters inside after mindlessly removing his shoes in the entrance. He walks to the kitchen, then grabs glasses while Yoongi and I follow in his steps, door closing after a push of my mate's hips.

Yoongi puts Y/N down on the floor to give her more freedom, and her paws make a muffled noise as she begins to sniff her way around, from the shoes rack to the living room, and then down a hallway where every doors appear opened. Hopefully she won't break something with that size of hers.

"You have a very nice home, Namjoon" I comment as I join him in the luxurious kitchen, it doesn't look like it serves very often, to be honest. Yoongi's right behind me and accepts the glass of water he's handed while I get the other one.

The beta looks around us at my compliment, eyes shining with the same pride that filled him at the museum.

"Thank you, Seokjin. I discover so many art pieces with my job that I find myself always bringing more back home. I'm already lacking space for the new ones I found recently, I had to put them in storage. Don't worry about Y/N, I saw her going into the hallway" he states when he finds us glancing there again. "She can make herself at home, and the same goes for the two of you".

I sigh softly, eyes constantly glancing over to where she went despite his reassurances. I'm not worried about her doing something bad, I just wish I could stay by her side. Her wolf showed signs that she forgave me, but I need to hear it from Y/N too, otherwise, I will not be able to relax.

"Go and have a look, Jin" Yoongi eventually utters with a rub of his hand over my shoulder blades, unable to endure this tensed ambiance anymore, and teamed up with Namjoon's encouraging smile, my feet move of their own volition as I walk the same path she took a moment ago.

Her scent guides me to the room at the end of the hall, and upon closer inspection, I find out that it's Namjoon's bedroom, the large imposing bed beneath the tall arched window looking like the perfect place for a big wolf to take a nap.

Her face is the only thing peeking out of the thick blanket covering her body, and when I hear the purr that sounds like a snore echoing softly to my ears, I find myself wishing so dearly to join her for a sweet cuddling time.

I slowly walk over to the bed where I sit besides her before running a gentle hand through her fur. Her rosemary is back to its normal vibrant aroma, though it's also decorated with Yoongi's salty sea and Namjoon's pumpkin spices due to her rolling in his blankets before settling in her current spot.

All that's missing is my own scent. My lips pucker out a bit as I feel my eyes turn watery, which I wipe with the back of my free hand, unaware that her eyes have opened just in time to see the wetness shine down my cheek.

Her low whine startles me, and the next thing I know, she's pushing herself out of the blanket to cuddle up to me, her big head forcing itself beneath my chin and making a pressure there to get me higher up on the bed.

I scoot up awkwardly with her insistence, only to let out a breathless gasp when she drops her weight over my torso in one jump so she can have her face right in front of mine. Her eyes are clear and sharp as she takes me in, the night shade of her fur giving her an elegant look that reminds me so easily of her alluring human appearance.

Then... she does nothing. She only stares, and stares, and stares.

Realizing that she's offering me a chance to speak my mind, I carefully raise both hands to hold her pretty head, fingers cupping her tilted ears for a massage that might hopefully gain me some cuddle points before the day ends.

"I'm sorry about earlier, baby" I finally let out what I wanted to say ever since I found her shifted form. "I got mad at you when you needed kindness and love and I hurt you. I scared you, made you feel a type of way that I never wanted you to experience because of me".

She blinks slowly and I continue, despair easing out of me with every words I speak in the form of tears. "I lacked the patience that I promised you and I feel terrible about it. You're in pain and struggling to heal, and it hurts me that I can't do more for you. I want to help, my sweetest doll, but I really don't know how anymore".

She doesn't react right away, but the intelligence in her eyes shows me that she heard and understood everything I said, so I give her all the time she needs to figure out what she wants to do while I keep caressing the base of her ears.

I can tell that Yoongi and Namjoon are standing on the other side of the door and listening in, their soft breathing not going unheard despite the distance, though it doesn't bother me. It rather feels like moral support, and I'll take anything they give at this point.

Her head flees my grasp and her wet nose softly nudges against my cheeks to get the tears. Once satisfied, she rests her head besides mine and nuzzles against my hair with the sweet vibration of her purrs going straight for my heart.

She's trying to soothe me the only way she can, and that spurs me to hug her tightly like I know we both need, half of her body still over me, heavy and comforting. The softness of her fur has a way of consoling my touch-starved skin, and I wish we could stay like this forever.

"We'll get through this, baby. No matter how hard the path ahead may be, and if we have to get outside help, then we will. There's no shame to be had in getting help when needed. I for one believe that I'll need some guidance in order to offer you the right support" I murmur against her cheek, and she nods slowly before crawling closer into my embrace.

Yoongi's quiet steps bring him by our side, and I raise a sheepish gaze to meet his. Is he still mad at me? He signs softly as he sits down, one hand over Y/N's back while the other grazes my cheek as he pushes some short strands of hair out of my face.

"We could all do with guidance. Talking to someone about how we feel and getting educative feedback would be good for all of us" he adds to support my claim, and though we both feel her rosemary turn unsure about what was said, she nods again, always so trusting when it comes to us.

Namjoon's body loses its tightness at the sight of his mates finally talking this through in his bed, his scent cradling us in its embrace, a detail that he likes more than he would have ever thought. He clears his throat before his mind goes into daydreaming of the future.

"I know someone who's claimed to be one of the greatest therapists around the area. He's a very skilled omega who specialises in wolf trauma, should I give you his number? I never met him myself, but I got to have a few sessions with him over the phone in the past and he's a good man".

So quickly do Yoongi and I tense at the mention of him being an omega wolf.

"I don't think getting an omega as her therapist is such a good idea, Namjoon" I mumble from where I'm lied down beneath our girl. I can't see the beta, but I sure am giving him quite the sight, I'm at least positive on that.

Namjoon's lips purse lightly. "I understand why you would think that, Seokjin, but I strongly believe that meeting a good omega could, on the opposite, be of help to her. Not all of them are bad, it's only a shame that she got to meet all the toxic ones. Hoseok is very kind and has a soothing quality to him that I think could be quite positive for her".

I stare at Yoongi, brows furrowed in a concern that he echoes. I get where he's coming from with his belief, and hearing what he said, I do want to believe that it could benefit her. I just don't know how she'd feel about getting help from a second gender that harmed her all her life this quickly.

She was already hesitant about getting therapy to begin with due to her belief that, as an alpha, she needs to be perfect in all and every spheres of her life.

When her wolf suddenly tries to escape my hold, I open my arms with confusion and watch as she runs into the beta's walk-in closet in a straight line, looking like she has a goal to accomplish now that our conversation reached a point of uncertainty.

Yoongi helps me into a seated position while Namjoon chuckles as he joins her in the neatly organized room where he keeps all his clothes, shoes and accessories. It's something that Yoongi and I have talked about getting in our future home, as we're in urgent need of more space for all of us.

"Want something to wear, hun?" he asks her, which gets confirmed when she grunts softly, a harmless sound that fills my soul with life.

"I thought so. I got this here, it'll be a bit long on you but it should fit, if you want. You're too short for my jeans and joggers, but I have these shorts that should be fine. Do you need underwear? Ah... this is a silly question, forgive me. Let's see what I have first".

My eyes widen as Y/N's clothes resting on the passenger's seat flash back in my mind. I completely forgot to grab them before getting out of the car and inside the building. It can't have been comfortable for her to undress in the vehicle before shifting, she must have felt so helpless, my poor baby.

She makes a sound, and Namjoon hums.

"Well, it probably won't be the most fitted for you, but this is the closest to your size I've got as they're too small for me. I can give you a tank top to put underneath, I'm afraid I don't keep bras around. If it's not enough... I have this hoodie here, the material is thicker. It'll be hot but that's why I have air conditioning, right?".

An amused snort leaves her then, and Namjoon chuckles too. "Socks are here, you can choose the pair you want. If you need anything else, feel free to have a look around and take what you want, I don't mind. What's mine is also yours".

The beta walks out of the closet once sure that he's covered everything, then closes the door behind him after turning on the light for her. He smiles at us next, and a human noise from the other side lets us know that she shifted back to her other form.

"Thank you for sharing your clothes with me, Namjoon. No one thought to grab mine from the car before leaving earlier- I'm not mad about it, though, really. Your clothes smell nice, they'll do the job well" she says, making sure to reassure me about the forgetfulness, she knows it wasn't on purpose.

"I'm glad to hear it" Namjoon hums softly, looking pleased to have one of his alphas wearing his clothes so soon, Yoongi and I can see it in the way he's preaning in front of us like the cutest beta we've ever seen. He's a big softie.

It doesn't take too long for her to get dressed, and when she walks out of the closet in her new outfit, hair slightly disheveled but still flowing so beautifully around her face, my entire body tilts her way, already needing her back in my arms.

The t-shirt Namjoon gave her is so big that it looks like a dress on her, and she went for the hoodie after all, needing that extra layer to cover her chest. The shorts underneath end a little over her knees, and she chose white socks to keep her toes warm.

Seeing her this way makes me wonder why I never made her wear my clothes before. This will have to change, and the burst of pheromones that fills the room is proof enough that two alphas are more than agreeing with that observation.

Her bashful eyes fall on me then, and she hesitantly climbs back on the bed before letting herself plop down in my arms with the help of my inviting pheromones. The comfort this brings me is immense, and I breathe in deeply as she melts in my embrace, face tucked in my neck where she belongs. I softly move her so she sits in my lap, legs on either side of my hips, wanting her closer than ever.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Seokjin" she eventually murmurs, sounding ashamed of herself. "I didn't mean to speak badly about myself and make you mad, it's just... the words left my mouth before I could stop them and then it was too late to take them back, I didn't mean to disappoint you".

"Oh, doll" I sigh against her temple. All of this could have been avoided if only I'd done a better job at dealing with my surge of anger. It was never my intention to hear any kind of apology from her, especially not when I was the one in the wrong.

"It wasn't your fault, not even close to it. You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N. I'm sorry for getting mad at you, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I promise I'll do better from now on, this will never happen again".

She snakes her arms around my waist before squeezing tightly, and it feels like she's hugging my heart itself while freeing it from the tormenting vines all at once. I never want to get angry at her like I did ever again.

"I'll get therapy" she finally utters, though weakly. "I don't like that I'm making things harder for everyone, so I'll meet that Hoseok. If Namjoon says he'd be good for me, then I'll believe him. I'm not getting anywhere on my own, I can see that now".

I press a strong kiss to her head, feeling so thankful that she's willing to be brave and give this a try. Yoongi ruffles her hair softly, and I even get a kiss on my forehead, which I really needed from him. I was afraid he would've been too disappointed to show me affection today.

"I'll give him a call tomorrow and see if we could set out to meet him soon, how's that?" he says, words that have her peeking up at him with a pout. She bravely nods her head before hiding back in my neck, and he kisses her shoulder before gazing at the ever patient Namjoon.

"I'll give you his number later, his business card is in the car so I'll walk you out when you want to leave" the beta answers the unspoken question, then motions for the door. "How about we sit in the living room now? It'll be less crowded than on my bed, not that I mind the sight".

Your POV

I blink softly at Namjoon's offer, just now noticing that he's still standing against the wall while the rest of us are on his bed.

He's been kept aside from our trio since the very beginning, hasn't he? That makes me feel really bad all of a sudden, I didn't mean to keep all the attention on myself like this. What's more, I've shown him a very weak alpha since earlier, haven't I? How embarrassing.

"I think that's a very good idea, the living room would be better" I let out shyly as I try to sit out of Seokjin's embrace, which he allows with a pursed smile.

"I'm sorry for using your bedroom without your permission, Namjoon. My wolf went for the most comforting place as soon as Yoongi put me down, the scent was too hard to resist" I admit with a blush that the beta would eat up this instant if only he could.

He instead offers me a hand, then pulls me into his chest without so much as a warning when I accept it.

He grins with satisfaction upon seeing my red face from so close, and he leans down to peck my cheeks with a pleased rumble seeping out of him, especially with the way my scent fluffs up, rosemary perfumed everywhere around him with the aroma of vanilla in its clutches.

"Never apologize for something like that, hun. I will be one happy wolf when I get to sleep in my new mates' scents tonight" he croons near my ear, our heartbeats loud between us, pumpkin spices smelling like they were made into heart-shaped pies all over the place.

"That's a relief" I murmur before adding, face still pressed against his huge torso, "I also wanted to say that I'm sorry for showing you this... this side of me today when we just met. The fact that I'm an alpha who doesn't really... act like it sometimes. I wish I'd shown you the better me".

He pulls back slightly to stare at me with a serious look on his face, confusion in his dragon eyes. "What makes you think that you should apologize to me for something as precious as this side of you? What could possibly make me feel like an apology is needed?".

I bite on the inside of my cheek as I meet his gaze, does he really not mind that I'm not like Seokjin and Yoongi? They've been very accepting of my unusualness, but I would've expected that a beta would be a little... I don't know, caught off guard?

I know for a fact that omegas would never be able to rely on me if they saw me like this.

Namjoon slides his hand over my hair, down my nape and then back over my cheek, teeth biting on his tongue before he sighs deeply. His eyes look right into my own, needing to make sure I'm listening to him before he speaks his mind.

"Y/N, you might be an alpha, but first and foremost, you are my mate. I don't care about the norms that society appoints to second genders, not everyone is able to handle what they were made for and that is perfectly fine" he begins with a profoundness in his tone.

"You should never feel like your worth depends on whether you can prove yourself worthy in the eyes of the world or not. Especially not in front of me, Seokjin or Yoongi, or anyone else for that matter. Alphas are so much more than what they're made to be at school".

Is Namjoon an angel? Because this feels like the kind of thing an angel would've said.

Our two other alphas join us as he finishes talking, and I look up as Yoongi presses himself against my back, locking me between him and Namjoon. "If one of our mates ever looks down on you because you are not what they expected of an alpha, then they have no right to be part of this happy and loving pack".

"And there will be no exceptions" Seokjin states matter-of-factly. "Whether they are omega, beta or alpha, I will not allow anyone to disrespect any of the wolves under my care. This I make my utmost responsibility".

My pack alpha leans down to kiss my lips softly, hands cupping my cheeks so I can stare him in the eyes. "You make sure to be happy and comfortable, sweet doll. Don't worry about anything else, we'll take care of the rest".

My eyes slowly fill with unshed tears, and the three men smile softly.

"See, we're all thinking the same" Namjoon muses with a smile that reveals two beautiful dimples. "So I don't want to hear another apology for something having anything to do with you being yourself. Do we have a deal?".

"Guys" I utter tearfully, lips pursed to hold in my tears. "W-we do have a deal. No apologizing for being myself".

Pleased pheromones make me relax between the three of them, rumbles of purrs stealing the last concerns from my mind. Namjoon's beta pheromones aren't as strong as the alphas, but they're soft and comforting, just like Woozi's.

"Come, let's talk in the living room. I'm not a good cook, but if you could allow me to keep you here for dinner, that would make me very happy. I know a good place nearby that does the best everything. They have just about anything you could want, and they do express delivery".

With my three mates leading me out of the bedroom and to the better lighted area of the unit, Yoongi makes a curious sound. "If Y/N and Jin are fine with it, I am too. It would be a shame to part ways so soon, especially since we don't know when we can see each other again".

"That's what I'm saying. My work is going to keep me busy for the next couple days, and I'm sure you are busy as well. The weekend is still a ways to go, but we could make plans to meet again then. We could do something fun, like going to the beach, maybe".

"Oh! Yoongi, the beach in our hometown! We should bring Y/N and Namjoon!" Seokjin exclaims, suddenly looking as if he might start jumping on his toes if given the chance. He looks so excited at the thought of going back there and it's an endearing sight.

"That's fine with me, we haven't gone there in years" Yoongi says with a loving smile. "It's pretty far from here though, we'd need to rent a hotel room and stay the night. Should we get a suite with two queen beds? Would sharing a bed with us make you uncomfortable, Namjoon?".

"Do I look like I would reject an occasion to spend the night with my mates? I would love to share a bed with you. Let me cover the expenses since the outing was my idea to begin with. We could go using the same car".

"Well... fine, we'll take care of the meals for the road, then".

"What about me?".

"You stay close, babygirl, that's all we need from you".

NEXT

lilacs | p.jm. (bts)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: florist au, fluff

word count: 800

warnings: none

summary: jimin has always given you flowers — since he’s the main worker at the florist shop and that’s his job — but he’s never actually given you flowers. until today.

a/n: my friend @euphoria-vmin7 and i were talking about timestamps and florist jimin (because who doesn’t want to talk about florist jimin?) and uhhh somehow this happened and i texted this to her and she was like POST IT so here this is XD i don’t usually write fics for bts and i’m sorry if this sucks, but this is dedicated to you miss rey, thank you for inspiring me 💖💖💖

(also i’m still having tag issues so this is a repost, sorry T^T)

The small flower shop by the beach has always been one of your favorite places to visit. At times you’ve found yourself there, sometimes browsing, occasionally buying, but often talking to the lovely florist with the chocolatey brown hair.

He had told you his name was Jimin, and ever since the first time you’ve set foot in his shop, he’s always been helpful in suggesting flowers for whatever occasion you bring to him. He also seems to have a special talent for assembling bouquets — never overdone yet never lacking, and every single flower is arranged perfectly, not a petal out of place.

Yet one day you come to him in distress, longing to be comforted by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun and the boy who now occupies a rather large space in your heart. In a few months, all your closest friends since childhood will be moving to universities, while you have chosen to stay in the same town you grew up in.

You tell him none of this, but he notices your expression and wordlessly brings out a bouquet from behind the counter. How did he make it so soon after you walked through the door?

Unless… he had started it earlier…

And he gives it to you, a textured array of purples and pinks. “What’s this?” you ask.

“It’s for you,” he says, the tips of his ears turning red. “I — I’ve been meaning to make you one for a while.”

You gently touch one of the larger flowers, the petals feeling velvety under your fingers. “For… me?”

“Yeah,” he says, hoping you don’t notice how flustered he’s getting.

Knowing Jimin, he was a flower expert and never added anything without first giving it a great deal of thought. “What do they mean?” you ask, the plastic wrap crinkling loudly in the small shop as you lower it and gaze up at him.

He feigns innocence. “What does what mean?”

“The flowers, what do they represent?”

“Oh, um…” He bites his bottom lip nervously and gestures to the pink flowers. “These are peonies. They represent prosperity, compassion, and sometimes shyness.” Hmm, now that he mentions it, you are starting to feel a bit shy in his presence. Maybe he’s right about that last part.

“And these, uh…” He points to the small flowers that are a darker shade of purple. “These magenta ones are lilacs. They symbolize passion, and — and I remember you told me about your passion for music and dance… so that’s why I added them. Mmhm.”

But you realize that the entire time, he hasn’t yet mentioned the lighter purple flowers — a different kind of lilac, since they look similar to the ones he’s just described. They’re the most abundant in the bouquet, but he hasn’t explained them yet. Almost as if he’s been avoiding bringing it up.

“And what are these ones?” You hold up one of the buds with a lifted finger.

“Um…” He visibly swallows, and he immediately realizes that maybe he’s made a mistake in giving this to you. “Umm…”

You wait patiently for his answer, which he eventually delivers. “Theymeanfirstlove,” he says quickly, his cheeks flushing.

You lean forward to hear better. “What was that?”

“They — they mean… first love,” he mumbles. “And so do the rest of them,” he confesses. “They all mean — they mean love.” And he glances up to see your reaction, only to find that your face is just as red as his. “Y-yeah,” he finishes awkwardly and looks away. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” You stare at him in awe. “Jimin, this is — this is really sweet of you, thank you.” You hand it back to him, careful not to mess up the bouquet, and that’s when Jimin knows that he’s made a huge mistake. He’s ruined it, hasn’t he, he’s ruined his friendship with you, and he’s —

“For you too,” you say, trying to stare at anything else that isn’t him out of embarrassment. “I — I mean all of those things, too, Jimin.”

His mouth forms an “O” shape and his eyes widen. “So… you’re saying… you feel the same w—”

His words are abruptly cut off by the sensation of your lips to his cheek. “Yeah,” you say shyly as you step back. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then is it okay if I —” He stops, glancing between your irises for any sign of permission. He finds it in the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, and takes that as his cue to lean forwards and press his plush lips against yours.

As sunlight ventures into the shop through wooden blinds, the beams dance over your back and the collar of Jimin’s shirt, illuminating the room with the final light of the day and the first light for the two of you.