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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 call them "oppa":

Kim Seokjin:

You met Kim Seokjin when you were chosen to be Bangtan Seonyeondan's new stylist. It was the biggest, best paying job you've ever had, and after a few months of being with the boys, you were very close to all of them, particularly to a tall, handsome, broad-shouldered one.

You and Jin started dating barely a year after you began working for Bighit, and you've been in a happy relationship for nearly five months now.

Being a foreigner and living in Korea for less than a year and half, learning Korean wasn't a simple task, and your vocabulary was still very limited. Additionally, you were still studying the Korean culture and the different ways to address people, depending on their position and so on.

Lately, you noticed that a lot of the younger female staff members were calling some of the members "oppa". After researching a bit, you understood that it was a nickname for an older guy, literally meaning "older brother".

You found it awkward calling any of the members that way, especially your boyfriend, so you stuck with "ssi" most of the time, or just their regular names when you're alone. But today you decided to do a little experiment.

You tapped your foot impatiently against your carpeted parceut floor, waiting for Seokjin to arrive after a day of grueling practice. It was your day off, so you had lots of extra time to freak out over your ridiculously easy, yet terrifying, plan.

Scrolling through your Instagram mindlessly, you let out an anxious sigh when you heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the keyhole, turning off your phone and getting up to greet your boyfriend.

"Hey, sweetheart", Jin said tiredly, walking through the door with a small smile. His eyes, dull from exhaustion, seemed to light up when he saw you, and he reached forward to pull you in for a warm hug, lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Hey", you responded gently, wrapping your own arms around your lover's strong torso and letting your eyes slip shut, basking in the comforting smell of Seokjin as you press your ear to his chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat against your ear.

The two of you stood there just like that, embracing each other, for a few more minutes. You could have stayed there forever, wrapped in your boyfriend's arms, hidden from the world, but Jin had other plans, gently detaching himself from you, smiling slightly when you whined in frustration.

"I have to go make dinner, sweetie. It's late.", Jin explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly. You turned to look at the clock, frowning when you realized that it was, indeed, late. Your stomach rumbled at the mention of food, suddenly remembering that you hadn't eaten all day, too occupied with thoughts about your little social experiment.

Grumbling, you let Jin take your hand with a victorious grin, and lead you to your small kitchen, already waiting for the two of you, shiny and squeaky-clean.

Jin starts making your dinner, the two of you making small talk as you sit on top of the counter, despite Jin's protests and complaints, swinging your legs as you watch your boyfriend cut vegetables and juicy pieces of meat expertly.

You start feeling restless when the meat starts to cook, the delicious wave of smell coming from the fried pork filling your nostrils and causing you to cling to Jin, pacing around the frying pan and following your boyfriend around expectantly, waiting for dinner to be ready.

Jin scolds you for getting in the way of his cooking and "making it hard for him to stir the food by acting like a human sized koala", but doesn't do anything legitimate to stop your clingy behaviour.

The idea pops into your head out of boredom, when you're standing next to Jin, leaning on the counter as you watch him sing some ballad under his breath, mixing the colorful assortment of fresh veggies with the now-brown chunks of mouth-watering meat.

He's focused entirely on the food, cute creases adorning his forehead and eyes narrowed slightly as he pours in different spices carefully into the stew. He looks like the embodiment of "boyfriend material" right now, with his oversized pink hoodie and messy chocolate brown hair, his full pink lips pursed in concentration.

"Oppa, I'm hungryyy~~", you whine cutely, smirking to yourself when your boyfriend freezes for a second, eyes widening slightly in surprise.

You cross your arms over your chest, tapping your foot against the floor when Jin turns to look at you. He concealed his shock successfully, but there's a fond smile on his face that reveals his excitement at your sudden use of the word.

"I just finished", he says, removing the pan from the fire with his glove-cladded hands and pecking your lips quickly as he moves to place the food on the table. "Let's eat".

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi and you have been dating for almost nine months now, and these months were the best in your life. You grew very comfortable with the older, and you were positive you knew him better than most people, even if you were still learning something new everyday.

But today, Jungkook managed to surprise you when he secretly told you about Suga's very obvious liking for the honorific "oppa", and how he confessed to the guys one day this week after too many shots of alcohol that he wished you would address him like that.

Staring at the maknae, you felt your cheeks burn bright red as you played with your hair nervously, twirling it around your finger. The youngest member looked amused at your nervous reaction, biting his lips to stop his natural instinct to smile at your cute behaviour, and shrugging. "I just thought you'd like to know. He'll never admit it in front of you. Not sober, anyway."

And now, you were walking home, and Jungkook's words were echoing in your mind, messing your thoughts and making you blush continuously. You see your boyfriend at least once a day, even if it's just to say hello, and you've never sensed he wanted to be called "oppa".

Honestly, you don't have a problem with the term. The only reason you didn't call Yoongi "oppa" by now was because, ironically, you thought he might find it awkward. If you knew he liked it so much, you definitely would've used it before.

Making up your mind, you walk quickly to your boyfriend's studio, feet tapping on the shiny marble floor as you half-jog to the familiar opaque glass door, knocking on it hurriedly.

"Who is it?", You hear the surprised voice of your boyfriend, not used to people daring to interrupt his work, and before you can answer, the door is already sliding open, revealing the confused face of your boyfriend.

He looks as cute as usual, standing in the doorway with his comfortable black clothes you've become so used to, an oversized black shirt with sleeves up to the elbow and loose training pants, barely brushing the top of his knees.

His faded white hair is tucked unceremoniously under a gray beanie and there's a sealed coffee cup in his hand, which you are sure is filled to the brim with coffee so black you wouldn't even be able to smell it.

"Y/N", Yoongi still looks confused by your unexpected visit, but the slight annoyance seen on his face is gone now, replaced with a glimmer of happiness in his dark eyes. "What are you doing here?"

You shrug, not really sure yourself, before stepping in to peck your boyfriend's lips gently, "Just thought I'd come say hi. I hardly get to see you with the comeback around the corner".

"Oh.", Yoongi says, nodding slowly before closing the door behind you. You move over to sit on the couch while your boyfriend returns to his chair, facing the computer once again.

You watch Suga work for a few minutes, a calming silence enveloping the room as the only sound comes from the keyboard, where your boyfriend is ticking away.

"How's the song coming along, oppa?", You ask innocently, unable to stop the smile surfacing your lips when said oppa freezes completely, his fingers hovering in the air above the keyboard.

'He really does like it', you think to yourself with a silent chuckle, enjoying the sight of your boyfriend trying to regain his composure uselessly, clearing his throat repeatedly as he continues to write.

"It-It's going well", Yoongi stammers, still facing the computer stubbornly, and you grin, getting up from the couch and fixing the creases on your clothes.

"Well, I don't want to be a burden, so I think I'll-" "Stay.", Yoongi interrupts you, and you feel your cheeks hurt from the force of your smile, turning away from the door and back to the couch with a slight bounce in your steps.

"Okay, oppa".

Jung Hoseok:

Korean was a difficult language to learn, but having your lovely boyfriend as your teacher certainly made it easier.

You sat on the couch in your shared apartment with Hoseok, only half listening to your boyfriend's explanations of attaching particles and irregulars and lot more things you would like to ignore.

Usually, you were a very focused student, drinking up every piece of information Hobi gives you and asking questions when something isn't understandable.

But today, you were tired, and Hoseok looked exceptionally good, with his freshly-died black hair and ripped blue jeans at the thighs, showing off melanin skin. The way his mouth was moving was far more interesting than the words coming out of his mouth, his lips shiny and red...

"Y/N?", Hoseok's voice interrupted your hungry thoughts, and you raise your eyes to meet his own. He's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes, as if he knew exactly what you were daydreaming of.

"Oh. Sorry.", You mumble, trying to hide the blush slowly covering your cheeks by lowering your head, your hair streaming down to cover your face.

Your boyfriend chuckles lightly, squeezing your thighs gently in reassurance. "You know what? Maybe we should learn something else today. Something easier. Maybe... Honorifics?", Hobi suggested, taking everything by a stride like he always did, his eyes searching your eyes. "It's really simple, I promise."

You nod, still embarrassed, and will yourself to listen to what your boyfriend's explaining now. The subject is pretty understandable and interesting, especially coming from a culture who regards it differently, so it's not as hard to focus. It also helps that Hoseok explains everything as if it's the most fascinating topic in the world, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, hands gesturing widely.

"So... You know that technically you're supposed to call me "oppa"?", J-hope says casually after a few minutes of studying, and you choke for a second, raising your head to look at your boyfriend's slightly blushing cheeks, matching your own.

You cough, shifting sideways to look at your lover better, who is now avoiding your gaze, eyes focused on the material of the couch underneath him.

"Well... Do you want me to?", You ask carefully, smiling when the older's eyes shoot up to you, the previous shyness he showed gone completely.

"Yeah!", he exclaimed with excitement, scooching over on the couch to be closer to you and grabbing your hands in his, his lips stretched to reveal a blinding smile.

You shake your head with amusement at his cute behaviour, and lean forward to press a gentle peck to the other's nose, unable to hide the fondness lacing your voice.

"If that's what makes you happy, oppa."

Kim Namjoon:

It was a hot summer day, and you wanted ice cream. More specifically, you wanted to get ice cream with your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon.

The only problem in this flawless plan was that Joon was working. He agreed to work at home, under the condition that you wouldn't distract him too much, a condition that was proving to be harder than you imagined. Especially when it was a hundred degrees outside.

You bite your lip lightly as you contemplate if you should actually bother RM, despite promising you wouldn't.

Huffing, you stare at the wooden door that leads to Namjoon's studio angrily. 'He needs this as much as I do', you convince yourself. 'He's been working all day'.

Feeling more confident now, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and open the door slightly, peeking through the crack.

Your boyfriend is sitting with his back to you, mumbling under his breath as he writes something down on a piece of paper, occasionally raising his head to look at his computer screen.

His rusty blond hair looks messy even from behind, and you know he's probably been running his hands through it for hours now. His broad shoulders are hunched over his desk, his torso clad in a red checkered pyjama top.

"Hey, Joon", you say softly, knocking on the door to get your boyfriend's attention as you step into the room quickly, shutting the door behind you quietly.

Namjoon turns his head to you, his eyes wide with surprise, but thankfully, he doesn't look annoyed in the slightest. He swivels on his chair so he's facing you, a dimpled smile appearing on his face.

"Hey, love", he responds sweetly, the thick black glasses perched on the top of his nose making him look annoyingly sexy and cute at the same time, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You smile, making sure to add a bit of puppy eyes as you walk forward to sit on the edge of your lover's thighs, straddling him with your legs on either side of his body.

"I wanted to check up on you", you say truthfully, playing with the collar of Namjoon's soft pyjama top, before looking up to shoot him a sheepish smile. "And maybe I also want you to go with me to get ice cream".

Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows at your confession, his hands placed on either of your legs as he rubs circle on your jeans with his thumbs. "I thought you weren't going to bother me?", he asks with a small smirk, not even trying to sound mad.

"I wasn't!", You defend yourself before shrugging helplessly, making Joon let out a gentle chuckle that you felt in your bones.

Shaking his head, you could already sense the 'no' standing on the tip of your boyfriend's tongue, so you move to the last resort before it's too late.

"Please, oppa?", You say with the cutest voice you can muster, wrapping your arms around his neck for good measure and moving even closer to him, so you're literally in his lap.

You can feel the way Namjoon's breath hitches, his cheeks turning a nice rosy shade of red as he shakes his head at your antics, looking defeated.

Your boyfriend sighs loudly, closing his eyes, and you almost feel bad for using the "oppa" antic, knowing how easily it turns him to putty in your hands.

"Fine, but-" "Yay, thank you, I love you!", You interrupt him, pecking his lips quickly and jumping from your place on his lap, intertwining your fingers together tightly as you lead the way out of the dimly lit room, your boyfriend following you with an exasperated sigh.

Park Jimin:

Being sick sucked, but you couldn't be more thankful for Jimin and his infinite care and love, especially during times like these.

You cough for the hundredth time today, your throat feeling scratchy and dry like the desert. Your eyes are closed, not because you're tired, but because it feels like someone placed sandbags on top of your eyelids, making it hard to keep them open for more than a few seconds.

You continue to lay on your bed, curled up in the covers as shivers wrack through your body, the temperature around you switching from freezing to burning within seconds.

"Hey, baby", you heard the gentle voice of your boyfriend, and then the tap of feet against the ground before the bed underneath you shifted, signaling that Jimin sat on the edge of it.

You can't get your mouth to move enough to answer his greeting, but you manage to flutter your eyes open slightly, blinking away the tears of exhaustion lining the bottom of your eyes as you focus on the figure of your boyfriend.

He looks amazing as usual, but worry and tiredness is etched all over his features as he looks at you closely, examining you for any visible discomfort.

His platinum blonde hair is matted to his forehead, sweaty from the run he probably did to get here. His almond eyes are staring at you with so much care that something inside your chest comes to life, stirring with warmth. His full lips are pressed in a thin line as looks at you, a sigh escaping his lips.

"How are you feeling?", He asks, running a hand through your tussled hair slowly, a small smile appearing on his face when you lean into his touch unconciously.

"Better", you say with the voice of a dying toad, lying despite knowing Jimin can easily read right through you, if his slightly raised eyebrows are anything to go by.

Not trying to disagree with your pathetic attempts to calm him down, your boyfriend takes out the medicine the doctor had prescribed for you, the only reason Jimin left your shared apartment for the last twenty-four hours.

"Here you go", he says, placing the small container of pills on the desk next to your bed, before taking out a water bottle and box of steaming rice cakes from another bag, which, judging by the smell, is from your favorite restaurant.

"You hadn't eaten anything for the last day, and you can't drink these pills on an empty stomach", Jimin explains at the sight of your questioning gaze. "I thought it's the least I could do."

You smile at Jimin's innocent way of thinking. He was always willing to do anything for you, even if it meant going to the other side of Seoul to buy you your favorite dish. Yet for him, it's the "least he could do".

You sit up with your lover's help, letting him place your pillows against the headboard of the bed to support your back, and you watch him with soft eyes as he opens the box of steaming food carefully, handing you a pair of chopsticks with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, "oppa", you say, shocking yourself and Jimin as one. You hardly ever call Jimin oppa, only when you want something from him or here and there when he asks you to jokingly.

But now, with the way Jimin was taking care of you, nothing like his usual baby-boy behaviour (which you loved as well obviously), you couldn't help but think the term fit more than usually.

Jimin's eyes widen for a second, before softening completely, and he leans forward to press a firm, warm, kiss to your temple. "Anything for you".

Kim Taehyung:

You and Taehyung had went to Daegu to celebrate the holidays with your boyfriend's family. It wasn't the first time you were meeting the Kim family, and you had already gotten to know and love the members of it.

"Y/N eonniee~~", you smile at the sound of the happy shout directed towards you, opening your arms for the small girl running towards you with all her might, sneaker-clad feet hitting the pavement.

"Yoona!", You let out a laugh as said girl leaps at you, wrapping her small arms around your neck as she hugs you tightly, burying her face in your neck with a squeal of excitement.

"Yah! What about a hug to your uncle?", Taehyung scolds half-heartedly, a small frown on his face as Yoona detaches herself from you, clambering off of you with a smile, before leaping towards your pouty boyfriend.

The angry expression immediately dissapears from Taehyung's face as his niece hugs him, and he lifts her up easily, twirling her around while she clings to him tightly, cute giggles of joy erupting from her pink lips.

You small as you watch the two reunite, unable to hide your own happiness at your boyfriend's happiness. You knew Taehyung was constantly missing home, and the blinding smile he was wearing right now proved that he was right where he belonged.

Placing Yoona on the ground gently, Taehyung intertwines his fingers with the little girl, letting her place her free hand in yours as the three of you start walking toward the family house slowly, swinging your conjoined arms with Yoona and occasionally lifting her up to entertain her, and hear more of the beautiful giggles she let out.

When you finally reach the door of the house, Taehyung lets go of Yoona's hand, returning to the car to take out your shared suitcase, a large blue one, big enough for the long time you'll spend here.

Yoona's chocolate brown eyes widen at the sight of her uncle coming back, carrying the luggage in his hands easily, and her small mouth opens slightly, revealing two rows of blinding white teeth.

"Wow~~ How can Taehyung oppa carry such a heavy bag?", She asks, awe laced in her voice as Taehyung reaches you, a small smile on his face due to the kid's cute question.

Before the older has an opportunity to respond, you're already ruffling the girl's silky dark hair gently, pinching her cheek lightly. "Well, Yoona, Taehyung oppa is really strong."

You smirk slightly when Taehyung's chest literally puffs out at the sound of the compliment, his demeanor gaining even more confidence as he makes a big show of lifting the bag over his head, as if he was lifting weights.

Trying to hide your giggle behind your hand, you let Yoona continue ogling at her Superman uncle, leaning against the doorframe.

'So he likes to be called oppa', you think to yourself, a mischievous smile making it's way onto your face. 'Good to know'.

Jeon Jungkook:

You snort as you watch the video your friend sent you just a few minutes ago, raising your eyebrows at the screen in wonder.

The video was from a recent fanmeet of BTS, and it focused on your boyfriend, aka BTS' maknae, Jeon Jungkook.

In the video, taken by a fan, you could see your boyfriend's strangely aggressive reaction to being called oppa by one of the fans in the crowd, a noona, specifically.

As a foreigner, you never really called Jungkook 'oppa', just because it felt weird to call your boyfriend your 'big brother'. You did, however, address the rest of the members that way, after being sure they were okay with it.

"Babe, I'm home!", You raise your head from the screen at the sound of Jungkook's melodic voice, exiting the video you've been watching and getting to your feet, an idea starting to form in your head.

"Coming!", You shout back, padding barefoot out of your room and to the living room, where your boyfriend had just entered, dropping his black backpack on your cream colored sofa with a huff of exhaustion.

He looks tired, as expected after a day of recording BTS' new album, but he still smiles brightly when he sees you, pulling off his black bucket hat and letting his long raven hair tumble down his face.

His hair is long now, incredibly so, and it makes him look like some handsome villian from a Disney movie, especially with his all-black outfit, a black t-shirt with matching skinny jeans and mountain boots.

The only thing ruining his perfectly evil image is his baby face, the sparkling doe eyes and the sweet bunny smile, directed straight towards you.

You make a step towards you boyfriend, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose gently, before stepping back just a little bit, so your noses are almost touching.

"Welcome home, oppa", you say with a small smile, watching Jungkook's expression morph into one of surprise, his eyebrow knitting together in confusion before a displeased frown makes it's way to his face.

"Oppa?", He asks incredulously, his bottom lip jutting out as he sends you a look of distaste, making you laugh whole heartdely.

"What's the problem?", You ask curiously, wrapping your arms around Jungkook's slim waist and placing your chin on his chest. "Do you not like it?'

Your lover shrugs, placing his own arms on the small of your back as you sway back and forth slowly, staying in place. "Makes me feel old", he admits, scrunching his nose cutely.

You giggle, leaning forward to boop his nose, just to see it scrunch even more. "There's nothing in the world that'll make you seem old, babe.", You assure him gently, "You'll always be a baby to your members and ARMY.", You say with confidence, looking up to Jungkook's slightly scared eyes.

"And to you?", Jungkook asks with a hint of a smile, only half joking as he peers down at you expectantly, a curious glimmer in his eyes.

"You'll always stay my manbaby, Kook.", You say with a wide smile, hugging your boyfriend even tighter in your arms. "I promise."

BTS' favorite place to kiss you:

Kim Seokjin:

Your forehead

It's such a dad kiss you know lol

He probably thinks it's cute

Is he wrong though?

Kisses you there whenever you're pissed at him

Which usually happens after you make him food

And he laughs for an hour at the way you cut the veggies

Also kisses your forehead when you're sad

Like if you're just really emo because you got your period

He'll leave this sweet kiss on your forehead while you cuddle to make you feel better

It works most of the time

Also kisses whenever he comes back from practice and you're already asleep

So basically he does it all the time

Min Yoongi:

Doesn't like PDA

But loves holding your hand so

He's the softest little bean on earth

You're hands are always interlocked so it only makes sense that he'll kiss it every now and then, right?

Kisses the back of your hand or your knuckles when he's working and he feels like he's losing it

Kisses your palm because it tickles and he loves hearing you giggle

Sometimes he playfully bites your fingers only to soothe the 'pain' with these small butterfly kisses

He's just so uwu I can't even

Jung Hoseok:

This baby

Kisses your nose 24/7

Will probably do it even when you have a runny nose jxkckcdl

Lmao just kidding

But yeah he loves it

Thinks your nose is the cutest thing because you're the cutest human

Kisses it whenever you do something remotely cute in his eyes

Like breathing

Also when he wants to comfort you

Like if you're tired after exams or just in a bad moon in general

Cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands and pecks your nose until you're giggling

Kim Namjoon:

Loves to kiss your head

Because he's much taller than you, he's always pecking you on the top of your head

Loves wrapping his arms around your waist when he comes back home after a long day and just nuzzle into your hair, occasionally leaving small kisses in it

I made myself uwu istg

When you're tired, he cuddle you close like the caring bf he is

Wraps his strong arms around you tightly and leaves these comforting kisses on your temple

Rubs you back until you fall asleep

He can always make your stress or sadness go away with his soft touches

Park Jimin:

Kisses on the neck is Park Jimin's euphoria in life

He is so sly omg kfkfkd

You'll just be cuddling innocently or something and then he'll start kissing your neck

Just these really cute ticklish butterfly kisses at the start

You'll start giggling and he'll just stare at you with these huge heart eyes

If he's feeling needy he'll start sucking the skin and leaving these open mouthed kisses until you'll be needy as well

I'll leave the rest to your imagination lol

But if he's just feeling bratty which is a lot of the time as well

He'll lick your neck or bite it teasingly

He'll hold you tightly so you won't be able to run away as you whine and try to push him off

But when you'll try to hit him he'll be jumping off of you like a tiny puppy and running off smh

Kim Taehyung:

He's totally the kind to love kisses on the lips the most

Kim Taehyung is a simple guy you know?

Kisses you on the lips everywhere anytime of the day

Doesn't mind doing it in front of the whole band or the staff

Winks at you when you get embarrassed and says: "I'm addicted to your lips, what can I do?"

Is into any type of kissing

Passionate, lazy, french, Brazilian, whatever

But has a massive soft spot for these chaste, gentle kisses uwu

Puckers his lips out whenever he wants a kiss from you cause he's a whole baby

Likes to cup your jaw when you kiss to make sure you won't run away

Has a weird habit of kissing you unexpectedly when you're talking or studying or just minding your own business and then pretending nothing happened while you turn 50 shades of red

Jeon Jungkook:

Loves your soft cheeks

Always kissing your cheeks, especially when you smile and they pop out even more

Despite his shyness of PDA, he lets himself kiss you on the cheeks in public or with the members

Kisses on the cheek every morning and whenever he leaves for practice

Cups one side of your neck and places the other hand on your shoulder when he leans in to kiss you

His kisses are always really simple and short but they make you feel warm all over

Kisses you softly as if you're the most precious thing in the world

Also likes to leave a kiss on your cheek before you fall asleep

When you're in bed and he's spooning you with his hands wrapped around your lower stomach

It's almost a tradition every night by now

Adds a whisper of "good night baby" uwu

My Mafia Girlfriend- Kim Taehyung

When you come back home, it's four o'clock in the morning. No sane girl would be roaming on the streets at this hour, but you're not any girl. And maybe you're just not sane, either.

You walk a bit faster, dying to reach the familiar apartment and change out of your sticky clothes. The blood and the sweat was clinging to the fabric, making you feel disgusting and even more exhausted, the mere thought of having to take a shower and not going to sleep immediately weighing you down.

Climbing up the stairs of the building you live in was almost impossible, your legs screaming in protest at every step taken. When you finally reach the oak door, old and smelling like home, you let out an audible sigh of relief, fishing your keys from the back pocket of your dirty khaki pants.

You slip the key into the keyhole, opening the door with a slight creak against the carpeted floor. It's warm inside the small apartment you've learned to call home, like all the moonlight in the world gathered in this room.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

There it is. You smile uncontrollably at the voice you love so much. It's deep, ocean deep, a tinge of hesitation appearing in it, and maybe a little fear, too.

Your grin widens when he enters the living room. He's wearing another one of his checkered pyjama pants, the kind you always tease him for. His grey t-shirt is obviously old, the color faded out, but you know from personal experience he won't agree to throw it out, no matter how much you beg.

"That's a nice bat you have there.", you say, not trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you look at the metal bat your boyfriend is holding tightly in his right hand, here from the time he decided to try baseball (that lasted two weeks).

Taehyung pouts, lips jutting out cutely at your teasing, and he furrows his eyebrows in what seems to be annoyance. "You can never know who passes through that door", he shrugs, setting the bat on the wall beside him.

You shake your head, pursing your lips to stop another smile from surfacing. You're too in love, too breathless, and you know it.

Taehyung seems to be the same, when he steps towards you slowly, almost shyly, until you're face to face, his right hand coming up to push a strand of clumpy hair from your face.

"You tired?", he asks sweetly, his chocolate eyes studying you carefully, reading your body language like only he could.

You nod, feeling your eyes drooping slightly lower at the question, and tangle your hands in Taehyung's soft black curls, unbrushed and unruly on the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Taehyung's face is so close to yours you can see the sparkles in his eyes, the way his mouth curls into a small smile when you yawn, tucking your head in the warm skin of his neck.

His hands fall to your waist, fingertips digging ever so gently into the skin of your hips, not caring at all that you smell and reek of death and evil. "You're such a baby.", he says with a grin, eyes squinting into small crescents and mouth forming a boxy shape. "Let's take you to the shower".

You let your lover drag you to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist delicately as he leads you forward, occasionally helping you regain your balance when you stumble.

Taehyung helps you take off your clothes when you reach the bathroom, peeling off your blood-soaked tank top, his face not showing any hint of discomfort or disgust, despite the situation being both.

Over the years you've been dating, Taehyung had learned to not ask you about the mafia part of your life. He learned to avoid asking about strange wounds, or blood stains, instead choosing to take care of you quietly.

Taehyung understood, eventually, that he was your safe place. The one person you didn't have to act tough with, that you didn't have to be strong with. The one person who could call you a 'baby' without you driving a bullet through his skull.

You watch Taehyung's face as he takes off your pants slowly, eyes scanning your body for any serious injury, his bottom lip sucked between his upper teeth, his golden skin shining under the harsh light above you.

You don't even realize how long you've been staring, until Taehyung lets out a chuckle, snapping his fingers in front of your face. "Stay with me for a bit, sweetie. I'm going to get you your clothes."

You blink, not missing the fond look Taehyung sends you, and walk in zombie like steps towards the now full bathtub, letting out a sigh of content when your feet touch the warm water.

It's easy to forget like this, with the water slowly rinsing you clean, your muscles finally relaxing after a day of being used nonstop.

You close your eyes, feeling your breathing steadying against your chest, almost as if you've been unknowingly holding it in until now.

"Baby."

Taehyung's hand, running down the side of your face gently, wiping the water under your eyes with a calloused thumb. "I hate to wake you up, but you should get dressed and go to bed. It's late."

You nod, mumbling something incoherent, and let Taehyung bring you to your feet and rinse you off one last time, his hand running over your body like the water, smooth and comfortable.

And then you're stepping out of the bathtub, and there's a fluffy white towel wrapping around your body, soft to the touch and smelling like conditioner and chocolate chip cookies.

You can hear Taehyung humming a song under his breath as he dries you off, making sure there's not a spot left damp. His voice rings in your ears, so soft and melodic, and you think that if your boyfriend wanted, he could definitely be a singer, could be anything, actually.

Soft wool is being pulled over your head, getting caught for a second on the bridge of your nose, and Taehyung releases it carefully, laughing under his breath.

You recognize the clothing as your favorite gown, or more like, Taehyung's favorite, since he insisted you needed something cute in your closet, just for the house, something that isn't dark and gloomy and meant for camoflauge.

Even though you had laughed when you first saw it, you had grown to like it. Grown to like the soft feeling against your skin, the soft pink color and the constant smell of strawberries clinging to it, no matter how much times you washed it. It reminded you of someone you'll never be, but maybe you wished you will.

Everything passes by calmly, Taehyung brushing your hair with dedication, applying ointment to your bruises and mosturizing your face, because, according to your boyfriend, radiant skin is important even for a mafia leader.

Sometimes you still wonder why Kim Taehyung is with you in the first place. Why he didn't leave you the first day you told him who you were, after a month of him asking you out and you declining continuously. Why he had smiled and grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles as if your weren't the worst person alive. Why he said in the most nonchalant voice possible: "I never dated a mafia leader before. But it sounds pretty cool".

There were times you felt guilty. Guilty for being a burden, a horrible girlfriend who returns so late at night and drives him crazy with worry. A girlfriend who had to be taken care of so frequently, who forces him to hide in his home and live in constant fear of a bad guy knocking on his door.

You had your fights, had screamed and cried and threw stuff in the past. You even tried to break up. But the thing that Taehyung prides himself for the most is his strong will. And you loved him too much, too much to be a good person. Too much to let go.

And it was one night, one night where everything felt so intimate, as if even the moon was hidden to give you privacy, that Taehyung pulled you close, his hands closing around the hem of your shirt desperately, the two of you chest to chest and heart to heart, and he had whispered against your lips, so softly you almost couldn't hear him.

"I know that everything you do, is to protect me. That when you go out there and fight against whoever it is, you fight for me. So don't push me away, Y/N, because I live to take care of you, just like you go to battle for me."

You had stopped then, stopped fighting the one fight you couldn't win, and let yourself succumb completely to the hands of the one you loved. Even when the fear kept running through your mind occasionally, paralyzing you with thoughts of him leaving, or worse, getting hurt because of you.

Before you know it, you're in bed, tucked into the covers, squeaky clean and smelling like roses and strawberries. You wonder what people would think if they were to see you right now. The leader of the biggest mafia gang in Seoul, so pliant under the hands of a man. Surprisingly, you couldn't care less.

Taehyung slips into the covers beside you, and throws an arm across your waist, pulling you even closer so your back was completely pressed to his sturdy chest.

His breathing is steadying slowly, soft puffs of air hitting your nape rthymntically, causing your eyes to shut as well, the calming sounds of his breathing along with the rising and falling of his chest lulling you to sleep.

But just before you fall into the depths of sleep, you turn in your boyfriend's hold, in your savior's hold, and press a kiss to his perfect lips, so soft you think you might have imagined doing it.

"I love you.", You whisper, a scream in the silence of the night, but barely heard with the beating of your heart. Because Taehyung was always the fighter between the two of you, no matter how much people you kill, and he gave his heart to you without second thought, placed it in the palms of a murderer.

You promise to yourself every night to cherish his heart, to protect it from the world you couldn't protect yourself from.

And when you fall asleep like that, forehead pressed against Taehyung's, fingers intertwined with his and hearts conjoined, you know that Kim Taehyung was the best, maybe the only good choice, you've ever made.

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 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*

"In Sickness and Health, Let Me be Yours"-

aka, whipped Jungkook and sick Taehyung, feat mama Jin.

"How is he feeling?"Jungkook asks Jin, worry evident in his voice as he watches the older exit the room, a wet towel in his hands and an almost full bowl of now-cold noodle soup.

"Not so good", the oldest member of BTS admits with a tired sigh, his eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged into a frown at the thought of Taehyung, who's been lying in bed with high fever since he woke up this morning.

"Can I go see him, hyung?", Jungkook practically begs, clasping his hands tightly in front of his chest until they turn white at the knuckles, the need to take care of his boyfriend flooding his senses. "I need to make sure he's okay."

Jin sighs again, the maknae's puppy eyes successfully melting his heart, but he knows that the second Jungkook will step in that room, there's no way he'll get out, not for practice and not for anything else, too busy coddling his older boyfriend to care.

"Only if you promise me you'll leave when you have to.", Jin says with a dark eyebrow raised, his folded arms showing there's no room for discussion, and Jungkook pouts at that, wanting desperately to stay beside his boyfriend until he's healthy again, even if he knows deep down it's not an option.

"Fine", he says reluctantly after a moment of hesitation, and the oldest of the group smile beautifully at that, petting the youngest's dark hair fondly before continuing his trek down the hall. "I'll come with more hot towels and a new bowl of soup."

Jungkook doesn't even bother to answer his hyung, barging in to the room, the now-open door hitting the wall a bit too hard, but he can't get himself to care, his eyes focused on the boy laying in the middle of the queen bed, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Jungkook always thought Taehyung was an angel and disguise, and whether that was true or not, you can fight Jungkook on that. He definitely looked like one though, nobody can disagree with that. Even now, in his unwell state, the whole room seemed to revolve around him, like the planets around the sun.

His blonde hair was spread around his head like a halo, and his eyes were screwed shut, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his pretty pink lips open slightly as he let out uneven breaths, as if it was paining him to breathe. There was sweat lining on his forehead and dripping down the side of his neck, but he was shivering, his hands hugging the black comforter to him desperately, as if he was in a refrigerator and not in an air-conditioned room.

Jungkook feels his heart break at the sight of his boyfriend like this, and he walks forward until he's at the foot of the bed, hovering over the smaller male, wanting so badly to trace the path down his high collar-bones with his fingers, wipe the sweat clinging to his skin, but he doesn't want to wake him up, choosing to stand over him instead, admiring the ethereal lines of his face. "Oh, Tae."

To his surprise, Taehyung seems to hear his soft, fond murmur, his eyes opening a bit to reveal brown irises, slightly out of focus, blinking at him blearily. "Jungkookie?"

Jungkook feels his heart pound out of his chest at the soft sound, and he nods, crouching by the bed and pushing a damp lock of golden hair out of Taehyung's eyes. "Yeah, I'm here baby.", he mumbles, eyes locked on the other's face, searching for any visible discomfort he can help with.

Taehyung smiles weakly at the pet name, leaning into Jungkook's touch, and Jungkook is weak, so weak for the man who's rubbing his cheek into his palm like a human-sized cat, and he wishes he could take away the pain for Taehyung. "Jin hyung is going to be here in a minute, with medicine and a hot towel.", he whispers, cupping his lover's face gently and rubbing his calloused thumb along the soft skin.

Taehyung hums, not saying anything but also not resisting, and that's a good sign, Jungkook believes, knowing his boyfriend can often be very stubborn, insisting he's fine when everyone knows he's not. 'At least he's letting others take care of him for once', Jungkook thinks.

"Gukkie", Taehyung's almost unheard call snaps Jungkook out of his thoughts, and he lifts his head immediately, cursing himself silently for not being more focused. "Yeah, Tae? Did something happen?"

Taehyung would probably laugh if he could, but he still lets out this weak snort at Jungkook's evident panic, his eyes shining with some of his usual mischief. "Can you come cuddle me? I'm so cold.", he asks with a pout he knows Jungkook can't resist, his brown eyes watery from lack of a good night sleep and the pain swimming in his body.

"Of course, hyung", Jungkook doesn't even hesitate, his promise to Seokjin thrown out the window as he practically lunches himself into the bed, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him closer until his back is pressed to the older's front, his lips touching the heated skin of his nape.

"Is this good?", he mumbles, holding Taehyung so gently as if he's made of glass, covering the both of them with the thick blue blanket and tangling their limbs so their bodies are touching in every way possible.

"Perfect", Taehyung mumbles, his voice already starting to sound drowsy again, and Jungkook feels his own eyes start to close as well, the heat from Taehyung's fever-induced body and the exhaustion from days upon days of practice setting him in a dream-like state, his arms around Taehyung's stomach slowly turning limp.

Jungkook knows he shouldn't fall asleep or he's going to a suffer a long-ass speech from Jin, but he can't pull away, Taehyung's warmth and strawberry smell impossible to resist, and like always, Jungkook gives in in the end.

— kim taehyung

– taehyung + jungkook

– bangtan

– jung hoseok + kim taehyung

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— jung hoseok + kim taehyung

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SERENE LOVE 🍒

Topic - making love with your cold mafia boyfriend for the first time [established relationship ]

Taehyung x f reader

Summary - fluff 70% ,smut 30%, Taehyung is sweet and a little cold, reader is cute, mentions of first time, shy reader, taehyung is a tease, tae's veiny arms, strength, cock appreciation, body appreciation, both madly in love

You and Taehyung have been in a relationship for 2 years now and talking about your boyfriend then taehyung is a little cold sometimes when it comes to expressing himself but he never misses any chance to show it through his affectionate actions

"Taeeee ,when will you finish your work i wanna cuddle you" you whined while pouting and looking at him "muchkin you are already doing that " he said indicating at you who is wrapped around him while sitting on his laps "no this is your office room i wanna cuddle in bed and watch movies" you said sulking "hmm baby wait for more 20 minutes i am almost done with the rival's info " he said concentrating on his laptop and rubbing your back with his veiny hand as you snuggled in his chest hoping he finishes it soon.

After 2 hours

You woke up with kisses on all over your face so you tried to cover your head with the duvet "yah you little devil how can you sleep hmm i guess we are to watch a movie and cuddle but never mind you seem sleepy " he kissed your forehead and pretended to get up but soon heard your whine he chuckled at your cute behavior and came to hug you but his knee touched you down there ,you ignored it and hugged him nevertheless soon you felt hot when your boobs pressed against his chest as he laid over you snuggling in your neck "what happened muchkin why you so quiet all of a sudden? " " i feel very hot...and umm i n-need you Tae " taehyung looked at you a little shook since your were always his innocent baby and didn't thought you would say this on your own but he also felt happy that finally now you both will be one physically and he can mark you as his "babylove are you ready for it?" you felt tingles all over your stomach from the nickname like always "yes Tae i want to feel you and i am ready" he smiled at you cupping your cheeks he pecked your lips"if you feel uncomfortable or any pain you'll inform me instantly okay? " "okay!" he chuckled and started from featherly kisses on your neck to worshipping and praising your body until both of you had no clothes on now he came up with his eyes looking deeply at yours and you nodded so he entered in you causing you to yelp in pain but you didn't let your tears fall cause Tae will stop and also you'll have to do it someday so you adjusted to his manly size while he wiped your sweat and pampered you with kisses. you signaled him to move and he slowly started rubbing his member inside your walls as pleasure took over you he increased the pace "aah babygirl you are so tight " "a-ahh Tae it feels so good mmh" he kissed you passionately and continued ramming inside you "how can i- aah not notice this amazing cock all these years Taeee" you clenched around his cock Tae groaned and increased his pace " taehyungie i am c-cumming " "come all over my cock, love" he said caressing your hairs and kissing your face while thrusting inside you and soon you came all over his cock "baby hold tight hmm " you nodded while hugging his back as he chased his own release making the bed move back and forth "oww y/n i love you so so much ngh" with that he came inside you . Once he came down from his high he dropped his body on yours balancing his weight he hugged you as you hugged him back feeling drowsy but taehyung took his member out and picked you up taking you to the bathroom you hugged his neck and smooched his cheek admiring his side profile as he walked "someone loves my side profile hmm" you hid your face in his neck "i love the whole of you" Taehyung stopped midway and looked at you "ooh! muchkin i can't believe my ears can you please say it again" he said dramatically throwing his head back and closing his eyes " i hate you taeee " you said hididng your crimson cheeks in his chest, he chuckled and kissed your forehead "love you too my baby" a beautiful smile danced on both of your lips

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Coffee shop (PART 1)

This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousen grammar errors here, I apologize.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Summary: Taehyung meets Florence for the first time.

Word Count:  1181

Warnings: None

The new Big Hit building had been quite an adjustment to Taehyung, for whom these last days, everything seemed a little heavier than usual. He'd tried to talk to Namjoon a couple of times, but words seemed to get stuck on his tongue or amid in the jumble of his thoughts. In fact, he couldn't really tell what was bothering him. Everything that had seemed fun and exciting before sound tedious and monotonous now, like he was leaving the same day over and over again. This thought reminded him of the movie he and Jimin had seen not long ago at the dorm, about a girl that woke up on the same day every single morning to figure out who killed her or something similar... he hadn't paid much attention.

“I'm gonna go out for a little while” Taehyung muttered getting up from the sofa as he slid his phone into his pocket.

He was not addressing to anyone in particular, most of the boys were somewhere in the building, only JHope and Jin were in the room with him and some staff members, who were preparing the table area for a VLive that the TXT boys had to do later.

JHope looked up at him, he could notice something seem to be a little bit off with Taehyung lately but wasn't sure how to approach the subject. "Outside?" He asked rising slightly, holding all his weight on one arm. “Do you want me to come with you?” He asked again, thinking this might be his chance to talk to his friend.

“No” Taehyung simply replied as he left the room. JHope glanced at Jin. The oldest was completely lost in his phone, unaware of the cold attitude of the maknae. “Ah, really…” he huffed before dropping on the couch.

In the street the air was hot despite the cloudy weather. The young man walked for about five minutes, dodging people. No one looked at him for more than a couple of seconds, oblivious to who he was, making the weight on his shoulders feel a little lighter. Taehyung stopped in front of a small coffee shop. It seemed quite small and dark, illuminated by a few yellowish lights. The place fitted with his aesthetic and his mood as well.

He pushed open the large wooden and glass door. There were hardly any people. Just a waitress, sitting behind the bar, doing a crossword puzzle, a mid-aged couple, looking at the bookshelves that covered the furthest wall from the entrance, and a girl sitting on a bench, with the laptop and a pile of books scattered on a small round table.

“Hello” said Taehyung. The waitress, Lee Seong-hee as it reads on the small badge hanging on her shirt, looked up at him, holding her breath for a moment when her eyes met the young man's, despite his mask.

"I would like a tea" Taehyung continued, seeing that the girl was not going to say anything. "This sounds good", he said pointing to the bubble tea.

"Oh yeah," the girl replied abruptly, jumping off the stool where she was sitting. "Bubble tea, yeah, great choice" he smiled at her kindly and nodded "Would you like to have something else? Cookies maybe? They are handmade and vegan" she mumbled fast and low, making it difficult for Taehyung to understand her.

“No, thanks”

“Okay, take a seat, I'll bring you your drink right away”

Taehyung sat nearby the window, pulled off his face mask, and looked around, noticing the soft music for the first time. It wasn't too long until he took his first sip, the tea was really good and for a moment he rethought taking a cookie, but his mind was taken where else when a message from Jimin lit up his screen phone.

“Where are you?”

“I'll be there in ten minutes” Taehyung replied quickly.

“Are you okay?”

He looked up and found the girl sitting a couple of tables away from him. Her clothes were completely out of place with the vibe while it looked exactly like the kind of outfit someone who went to a café like this would wear. Her big, colorful square pattern shirt stood out against the rather dark decoration and the high waist jeans give her the vintage style she for sure was going for, Taehyung thought. She seemed completely lost in the pages of the small book she was holding in her hands.

When her head shot up and her big green eyes fixed on him, he could only lower his head and take a sip of his drink. She had caught him staring blatantly at her and for some reason made him feel like a shy little teenager.

“Yes. Coming.”

Taehyung got up, taking out a bill from his wallet which he left on the table, ready to leave. The girl kept looking at him with a mocking smile on her face and waved him goodbye before he left the café.

The next day he returned to the coffee shop and so he did the next day and the next one. After a couple of weeks, it had become a habit. He had even learned the waiters’ shifts, Lee Seong-hee worked from Monday to Wednesday and the rest of the days a man slightly older than him, who always wore his long hair in a messy bun. The girl in the colorful shirt was there every time. Taehyung found it amusing to try to guess what outfit she would wear that day, without a doubt the girl had a fashion sense as unique as himself.

"Hello," he greeted, as the door of the place closed behind him.

The long-haired man greeted him from behind the bar and the girl, dressed in denim overalls, a yellow striped T-shirt, long socks of the same color and dark sneakers, looked at him smiling. The rest of the coffee shop was deserted.

The waiter brought him bubble tea without even asking and left a green smoothie on the girl's table. "Oh thanks," she said, looking up from the laptop where she was frantically typing. Seconds later she sighed, pushed the device, and took a sip of her drink, admiring the screen.

"Okay, here," said the girl, drawing Taehyung's attention."Which one would you buy this one or... this one?" She said pointing to the screen of the laptop, which she had turned around to let him see.

Taehyung leaned forward, but the girl pulled up a chair and tapped it a couple of times, inviting him to sit next to her. His heart raced and had a strange feeling in his stomach. "Florence" the girl said when he sat down, offering him her hand.

"Florence?" Taehyung repeated, they had never introduced themselves before but he was sure that Seong-hee had called her Lenny a few times. "I usually go by Ren, well I used to, people tend to mispronounce it here, so it's Len or Lenny, but my real name is Florence." She explained. “And you are?”

“Taehyung… Tae.” He replied shaking her hand.

Physical compensation

This is my first time writing fanfiction (‘cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn’t count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize. 

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Summary: Taehyung and Florence spend some quality time together before meeting Jimin and Gabin.

Word Count:  1696

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, voyeurism, intercourse, creampie, aftercare

                                              OoOo (오넷) - Closer

                                                        ⏮⏸⏭

Florence checked her reflection on the mirror before opening the door to Taehyung. He smiled at her. It had been a week since they last saw each other and her heart raced at the sight of him as if that was their first date.

“Hey, you!” Tae said, wrapped in Len’s arms. “I didn’t expect such an effusive greeting” he continued, bending down a little to press his lips against hers.

“It’s. Been. A. Week. Since. I. Last. Saw. You” Len explained, giving him a peck after each word. “Besides, I’m going to meet your best friend and his girlfriend for the first time. I’m freaking out, ok? Anxiety does weird things to me”.

“Waaa, Len-ah! You should have told me before that getting nervous would make you throw yourself into my arms and kiss me so much” He said speaking in satoori.

Florence punched him on the arm jokingly and pulled him into the apartment, not even letting him take off his shoes. Determined to spend some quality time alone, Taehyung had arranged to meet Jimin and his girlfriend Gabin an hour later. There was no denying that he had missed her. Much. But his trip to Japan with the members had been great, even ARMY commented on how happy he looked lately.

“How did it go?” Florence asked, guiding him toward the small sofa.

“Great. But I already told you that.” Taehyung replied, taking off his shoes. “How was your presentation?”

“Well… Amazingly well actually” She said straightening her back. Strands of her long, wavy brown hair fell forward as she placed her arms between her crossed legs to lean toward him.“Sunbae is delighted with my idea. Any day now, my banner and my - well our - slogan will be everywhere, I feel it.”

“It’s all yours,” Taehyung muttered, gently tucking Len’s hair behind her ear. “The slogan, I mean”

The girl smiled. They hadn’t been together for too long, yet she felt closer to Taehyung than she had ever felt with any of her ex-boyfriends. They hadn’t even said “I love you” to each other. Florence could have told him, she had fallen in love with him quickly and passionately —like all artists do or at least that’s what her mother would have told her — but she had decided to wait until she was completely sure and that it was not a temporary infatuation.

It wasn’t.

Taehyun looked at her as she looped one leg over his, sitting on his lap. “What a relief” she said slowly. “I couldn’t have paid you the royalties”.

“Lucky you,” Tae replied, dragging his hands from her knees to her waist. “However, I wouldn’t object some physical compensation”

“I see”

Their lips met, Len moved her lips slowly against Taehyung’s, in the same rhythm as her hips rocked back and forth brushing their crotches.

“Bed” She murmured, getting up from his lap. Her room was only separated from the living room / kitchen by a small white bookcase that wanted to give the feeling of separation between those spaces.

Len went to the desk in front of the bed, and left her phone there playing some soft and sensual music. Taehyung came closer, as she set it up. Resting his lips on the girl’s neck and the tip of his nose brushing her earlobe.

“So pretty,” he said running his hands from her shoulders to her collarbones and down, between her breasts. “So fucking sexy” he continued as he cupped them on his big hands.

Florence took a step to the side, exposing the two of them in front of the mirror that covered the small space between the corner of the room and the window. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that Taehyung liked being able to see what he was doing to her, almost as if he was watching an erotic movie. And she couldn’t lie, being able to see made her even more horny.

“What do we have here” his voice deep and slow as he unfastened the buttons of her crop top and lower the cups of her bra, leaving her breasts exposed beautifully held by the piece of clothing.

“Whatever you want, I can make it happen” Taehyung sang completely covering the sweet and slow voice of the singer.

His hands roamed her breasts, stroking them, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Florence closed her eyes, feeling the tips of his fingers. His lips found her neck again, leaving little wet kisses. Her skin got goose bump, feeling his lips, his breath… She moaned and pulled her arms back, combing his now long black hair.

“You wanted physical compensation, didn’t you?” Florence said before guiding Taehyung’s head towards her and bringing their lips together.

He pulled away for a moment, fixing his big dark eyes on her. “I thought that was what I was getting right now” he said with a smirk.

Florence smirked back at him and pushed herself away from his body. “Not at all,” she replied, making Taehyung take a few steps back, “Just games”. The back of his knees hit the bed and Taehyung flopped down on it.

“Just games?”

She leaned down and brought their lips together again. “Yup, just games.”

Florence knelt in front of him, slowly. His bulge was visible through his black pants. Her mouth watered, it had been too long and Len longed to be able to please Taehyung with her mouth. It wasn’t often that he let her take the lead, which she didn’t care too much about, but when her mouth was on him… she just loved having total control over him, make him feel good.

Her hands stroked from his knees to the inside of his thighs, almost touching his bulge. Taehyung gasped, following the girl’s hands with his gaze. Her index finger ran up his crotch agonizingly slow. He moved looking for more contact.

“Stay still, Taehyung-ah” Len said moving her hand away. Their eyes met and she lowered her head, still with her eyes on him, and kissed him over his pants. “I’ll have to stop if you move”.

He didn’t say anything, but threw his head back, trying to control himself. Florence’s hands soon found the button on his pants and she pulled them off along with his underwear. His cock broke free, hitting his toned abdomen to lend towards her right after at the height of her mouth.

“What do we have here” She repeated what he had said to her earlier. “I’ve really missed your cock”

He grabbed a pillow from the bed to put under her knees so she could be comfortable. Once in a good position, Florence reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.

“Fuck, Len”

Her mouth started to leave a little kiss trail on the inner part of Taehyung’s thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. When she was close enough she put one in her mouth, sucking and playing with it with her tongue. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could see what she was doing to him and groaned. Then she switched to the other one, still stroking his cock.

“God, babe. You feel so fucking good!”

His eyes half closed, his mouth parted, the blush on his cheeks.  Florence could feel how turned on he was, yet he was able to speak too much still. Starting at the root, Len worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. She gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.

“Babe… Oh, babe please”

“Don’t wanna play?” Florence said with her lips resting on the head of his cock. “You just want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

“Please”

She put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. She had always liked giving blowjobs, she felt so powerful and desirable. Taehyung seemed to particularly like them and that motivated her even more. He groaned loudly and began to move his hips up and down as Florence lowered her mouth over his cock, getting it deep inside her mouth.

“I want to fuck you, oh… babe”

Len pulled his length out of her mouth and gave him one last lick looking into his eyes. Taehyung picked her up by her armpits and laid her on the bed. They kissed sloppily, before he kisses down her body to the waistband of her denim skirt.

He pulled her skirt up to her waist and pulled her tights off along with her thong.

“So pretty” He murmured, stroking her warm and wet pussy with his fingers. “Did sucking me off get you this horny, love? I would slide right in, and I haven’t even touched you that much”

“Fuck me then”

Taehyung lowered himself and sucked her clit a couple of times as he fingered her before he positioned himself in front of her entrance.

“How do you want it?”

“Rough. Be rough, Tae. Make me cum”

He slid into her with a push, they both moaned and brought their lips together. Strands of saliva linked them each time their mouths parted to see the point where their bodies met.

“Look how I bury myself inside you” moaned Taehyung “You’re so wet”.

He kept moving inside her, brushing her sweet spot with the head of his cock every time he slid inside her. Florence moaned and began to move her hips, very close to orgasm.

“I’m going to come, baby” she said against his lips. “Please touch me, make me come”.

Taehyung rubbed her clit eagerly, feeling himself closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Come for me, babe. Clench around me”.

“Taehyung!” she moaned loudly.

Taehyung hide his head in the crook of her neck as he fell her clench around him. Unable to stop himself, he cum sharply inside her with her still shaking from her own orgasm.

“We should get going" Florence said after a long kiss.

“Yeah” he muttered. “I clean you up”

The museum

This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize. 

You can find the rest of Rm's headcanon universe fics here. And my Masterlist here.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Summary: After two years Namjoon and Nabi meet again, this time in Seoul.

Word Count:  928

Warnings: None

2 years later…

Namjoon entered the next room. This was filled with works of his favorite abstract painter. The blue, withe and brown colors gave him a gratifying sense of peace.

It was the first week after the world tour that he had done with the other members. He had loved every second, but it felt good to be back home. And it was even better when he could have a little free time and visit different places without having to worry about his busy schedule.

He found a painting in the corner of the room especially interesting. The colors of this one, unlike the others, were bright. Red, orange, yellow... it looked like a sea of leaves on a windy day. In wonder, he stared at it for a long time. So much so that he only heard the steps and the voice of a woman when a group of people entered the room.

"... with his work he wanted to materialize his deep depression and relate it to the seasons of the year. For this reason we can see many of them in blue and ..."

Namjoon turned abruptly when he recognized the voice. Two years had passed and still he could remember that girl. Her appearance was exotic, she didn’t look white but didn’t look Asian either. Her hair was much shorter than the last time he had seen her and it had been dyed a silver color that gave her a modern yet elegant touch. Despite being far away, Namjoon could see her big round hazel eyes and full lips, half covered by the head mic.

The group of North European women and men listened attentively throughout the explanation before beginning to pace the room. Namjoon wondered if he should approach her, the last time he had seen her she had shot out of the restaurant loaded with garbage bags, trying to avoid him. The sexual tension had been there, of that he was sure. They had shared some of the best sex of his life despite having been fast and in the bathroom of a restaurant. In addition, he had been completely captivated by her way of speaking. She spoke to the members so confidently, so full of knowledge, that Namjoon couldn't help but feel a connection to her.

"Fuck it," he told himself.

With his hands in the pockets of his overolls Namjoon walked over to her.

Nabi felt someone behind her and turned before that person could say anything.

"Yes sir?" She said seconds before her eyes met the young man's.

"Hello" said Namjoon.

The girl's eyes widened in complete surprise. Namjoon realized that he had held his breath, if she hadn't remembered him he would have felt like an idiot.

"Hello"

"Do you work here now?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

Nabi looked at him for a long time. She couldn't believe it. It had been a long time and what they had shared had been fleeting, but she remembered it very well. In fact trying to forget it would have been stupid, since she had moved to Seoul, a year and a half ago, there was not a day that the faces of the BTS boys did not appear on some poster or screen on her way to the museum.

"Ah, yes" Nabi replied with a slight shake of her head. "Painting has always fascinated me more than playing to guess the famous person by their nose" she joked referring to one of the games they had played in the show where they met.

"I don't blame you, I think the same myself"

The girl smiled and Namjoon smiled back at her. It felt good to be able to talk to her. He had thought of Nabi more times than he wanted to admit, the boys had even joked about his supposed crush on her every time he lost himself in thought for a long time.

Namjoon was not someone who believed in fate, however, the fact that they had met again made him think that it had some meaning.

"Fuck it" he thought again.

"Nabi, I ..."

An older woman interrupted him, patting the girl on the back.

"Excuse me Miss, where is the toilet?”

"Oh, from here it's a bit tricky" Nabi said. "I show you the way".

Namjoon pursed his lips and tipped his head back. Both women walked away, after Nabi asked him to wait a moment. Frustrated, he stayed where he was, rocking back and forth until he saw her enter again.

“Hopefully she’ll be able to fine the way back” Nabi commented, pinning her hair behind her ear. "What were you saying?"

Namjoon shook his head trying to find the right words. "Would you like to go have a coffee?"

"That would be nice"

"Today?"

"Not on Mondays or Wednesdays" she denied making a face. "I can give you my number, any other day I would be happy to go"

Namjoon pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his overalls and offered it to the girl who quickly typed in her phone number.

"Tomorrow?" He tried again, hoping he didn't sound desperate.

Nabi looked surprised for a moment, but replied "Tomorrow sounds good."

"Then I'll come get you, if it sounds good"

"I'll see you tomorrow at six, then" Nabi said smiling. "I usually use the back exit, it's probably more convenient for you. The main street gets crowded during the sharp hours" she continued, taking a few steps back. "We should get going now".

"Okay. See you tomorrow."