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Red String of Melodies
Pair: Seokjin x F Reader
Summary: You find comfort and love in the presence and arms of Kim Seokjin. In the moments where laughter and meals take place, the blossoming romance evolves, echoing love’s melodies.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, soft smut
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 770
The aroma of the delicious food wafted through the air as you stood in the kitchen, more specifically at the stove, preparing dinner for the evening. Cooking had always been a source of comfort and a way to de-stress, at the same time, a way to express your love and care. Today, you were preparing a special meal, hoping to create a memorable evening.
Just as you were setting the table, you heard the clanging of keys and Seokjin walked into the room, his eyes lighting up. “Wow, Y/N, this looks amazing!” He exclaimed, voice filled with genuine admiration for the spread before him.
A blush filled your cheeks as you beamed. “I just wanted to make something special for today. Hope you like it.”
Seokjin took a seat at the table, eyes never leaving yours. “Y/N, anything you do is amazing. Thank you for going above and beyond for this.”
You sat from across him, heart swelling with pride and warmth at the sight of him enjoying the food you made. The two of you began conversing and exchanging stories and laughter, the simple words and conversations filled the entire room with joy.
And you’d admit - you could listen to Seokjin’s infectious laughter all day. Just the sound of it is able to lift your spirits and recharge your energy. His melodic voice has a way to make even the simplest moments feel special, turning ordinary conversations into cherished memories.
As the late afternoon sun turns to the warm evening glow, the room fills up with pink and orange hues. The conversations have also started to progress into more intimate ones. Ones that delve into the depths of someone’s soul - hopes, dreams, pain, and fears. But sitting right next to Seokjin, his ever-welcoming and comforting presence created a safe space for you to share your most vulnerable self.
His eyes were constantly trained on you, listening with the utmost attention and genuine interest. As each word leaves your mouth, he nods in understanding, wrapping you in the heat of love’s embrace. Occasionally when words get hard to say, he would offer his ones for encouragement and support. At that moment, you never felt so connected, so seen, felt, and heard - as if what the both of you hold is more than just the tip of the iceberg. Something deeper, something warmer.
Time seems to slowly slip away as the night progressed, the empty plates washed and dried, leaving the empty table with the remnants of the shared memories. Seokjin’s gaze grew hot, holding a certain level of intensity that made your heart skip a few beats, a silent invitation of unspoken desires.
Without a word, Seokjin took your hands in his and led you to the sofa, gently placing you down on the soft cushions. In the warmth of his embrace, you forgot the world of the outside, the harsh and brutal world meant nothing with the solace and love you have with him.
His touches were gentle and loving, as he caressed your cheeks and body. His lips brushed against yours, a tender promise of the everlasting future. It was a language spoken by only the heart - the tapestry of strings weaving themselves tighter with your embrace. His touches and kisses conveyed the unspoken words, deeper than any form of affection.
Time seemed to be at a standstill as your bodies moulded together, knotting your red strings of fate tighter and tighter. With each touch, each whispered breath, each kiss, evokes a symphony of emotions that washes over the both of you.
At that moment, your solace and love blanketed the air in the room, filling it with its warm embrace. In a sanctuary where words need not be spoken, worries melted away and troubles dissolve into oblivion. You lay rested in Seokjin’s arms, basking in the afterglow of your love. His heartbeat beneath your ear served as a reminder of the depth of your connection - a rhythm of perfect harmony.
As the night drew to a close, your smile never left your face as you realised that you found a love so nurturing and comforting that it envelops you in its many harmonious melodies. With a content sigh, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his arms tighten around you, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
And in that moment, you found a love that will forever keep you warm like the depths of the flames, singing their stories to you. A love that would endure, just like the shared meals and laughter that brought the both of you together.
Tapestry of Notes
Pair: Yoongi x F Reader
Summary: You found love and solace in the presence of Min Yoongi. Through shared moments of quiet intimacy and the language of music, you found a love that transcends words - creating a symphony of melodic emotions and a string of uncut notes.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, soft smut
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 620
The soft glow of the moonlight shines through the room, bathing it in its ethereal presence. You sat beside Yoongi, his presence alone is able to soothe your restless, pounding heart, grounding you in the moment.
As you listened to the melody of Yoongi’s fingers, dancing nimbly across the piano keys, you felt the growth of a profound connection with him. The music flowed effortlessly in the room, dragging out the deepest edges of his soul. The song portrays unspoken emotions and words as if explaining the complexity of his heart through the notes.
In the stillness of the moment, you reached out, hands brushing his, a silent gesture of understanding and encouragement. Yoongi’s gaze met yours, his dark, soulful eyes spoke of the depth of his vulnerability and strength. It was a language of its own - one without words.
Without breaking eye contact, Yoongi’s fingers continued to weave their magic on the piano keys. As the melody grew, it filled the room with an orchestra of emotions - a dance between two intertwined souls, a connection deeper than words can describe. It was a conversation entwined with a sacred, shared type of intimacy.
As the last words faded into the silence, Yoongi turned to face you fully. His hands reached out, fingertips tracing your jawline. His touch was electric, sending a wave of shivers down your spine.
His voice was soft, thickly laced with emotions as he spoke. “Expressing myself with words is always tough. But with music, I can pour out everything. And you… You can understand what it brings, don’t you?”
You nodded, heart pounding in your chest and a little light in the head. Words were unnecessary at that moment. It was as if music weaved a thread between your souls - he was the beats and you were the notes - creating a language only the both of you understand. A language of whispered understanding and love.
You were unsure who leaned first, but your lips brushed each other in a delicate kiss. It was gentle, a caress that spoke volumes - leaving you craving for more. At that moment, you felt a symphony of emotions - a mixture of tenderness, love, hope, desire, and a longing urge for connection.
As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of passion building between you. Yoongi’s hands cradled your body, his touch was both tender and possessive. It was a dance of desire and vulnerability, a melody played only by two hearts longing for each other’s embrace.
Lost in the euphony of your connection, the world around you faded away. Time seemed to be at a standstill in the place where only the both of you existed - an intimate sanctuary. It was in Yoongi’s arms that the warmest embrace lies, warmer than the fire heating up the room on a winter night. It protects you from the harsh chaos of the outside world.
The night continued in a symphony of whispered words, soft touches and shared moments of vulnerability. The language of music intertwined with the language of love - the tapestry of notes strummed, resonating deep within your souls.
As the moonlight drew higher in the night sky, you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the afterglow of your love. The room was filled with quiet serenity, a sanctuary where your souls beat in perfect harmony.
It was then, in the warm cocoon of Yoongi’s arms, that you discovered a love that transcends above words - a love that found its expression in music, explaining its unspoken desires and emotions. And in that very moment of intimacy, you knew that your connection with Yoongi will continue to weave beautiful symphonies of love, understanding, hope, and passion on the longest string yet.
Dance of Fate
Pair: Hoseok x F Reader
Summary: You find joy and love in the presence of Jung Hoseok. Through the language of dance and the shared moments of laughter, the both of you discovered a connection that sets your hearts ablaze, creating a dance of emotions.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 600
The music reverberated throughout the studio, air charged with energy and anticipations. You stood at the very edge, watching Hoseok pound through the moves like water, a testament to the power of expression through dance. Hoseok is the embodiment of passion and grace.
As the music swelled, his eyes met yours and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He beckoned you to the middle, hand outreached - a silent invitation you couldn’t bring yourself to resist. With a leap of faith, you joined him on the dance floor and the world faded around the both of you.
Together, you moved in perfect synchrony, bodies swaying and twirling in harmony. It was a language on its own - a conversation transcending words and conveying emotions that could never be captured. With every movement, you discover a new part of Hoseok’s vibrant personality and he, in turn, uncovered the deeper depths of your soul.
Laughter filled the room as you stumbled and spun, hearts beating in time with the rhythm. Hoseok’s contagious energy filled you full, lifting your spirits higher and higher. Every step was a dance of exhilarating joy and freedom, a moment of pure bliss in each other’s arms - away from the racket of the world.
As the music came to a slow, you found yourself caught in a tender embrace. Hoseok’s warmth radiated through his gentle touches, seeping into your very being. His eyes held an affectionate gaze, never leaving your face. As you looked at it, reflected the volume of his emotions.
“I love dancing with you.” He whispered, voice filled with sincerity. “I never have to talk and you always understand.”
A smile graced your lips as you replied. “And I too. It’s as if our hearts speak a language of their own, Hobi.”
Hoseok’s laughter enveloped the room with a new burst of energy, a melodic sound that made your heart clench. His arms tightened around you, pulling your closer as if he never wanted to let go.
In that shared moment of intimacy, you felt a connection deeper than words, transcending through the boundaries of the dance floor. It was a connection that ignited your souls - a spark that set your hearts ablaze.
As the music shifted and a new rhythm takes hold, you found yourself moving to a slower, more sensual beat. This dance became an expression of desire and belonging, bodies entwined in a delicate balance of passion and restraint.
Lost in the rhythm, you discovered a shared language of your hearts, letting them speak volumes of emotions without uttering a single word. Every movement, every touch, every beat, sets your hearts ablaze - conveying your emotions of love and desire.
As the dance came to an end, you stood there, breathless but at peace. Hoseok’s hands found themselves in your hair as he cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a delicate but passionate kiss. His eyes never wavered from yours - a moment forever engraved in your memories.
In that embrace, you realised that the dance was not just about the movements or steps. It was a celebration of love - your love. It was a testament to the power of connection and the beauty of finding solace in each other’s arms.
As the music faded into the background, you remained locked in each other’s embrace, the exhilaration of your dance pumping through your bloodstream. You realised then that you have discovered a love that transcends all and that the dance of fate will lead you further down the never-ending movements, forever entwining the soundless music in your souls.
Serendipitous Melodies
Pair: Jimin x F Reader
Summary: You find love and enchantment in the embrace of Park Jimin. Through shared moments of music and dreams, you blossomed into a beautiful and everlasting connection.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 770
The melody of a piano filled the air, captivating your senses as you strolled through the park. Your steps slowed down when you found the artist of the enchanting music. As you approached, you caught the skilful fingers of Jimin’s dancing gracefully across the keys.
At first, Jimin was so lost in the music that he did not notice you coming closer. As his eyes met yours, a shy smile graced his plump lips. He continued to play, movements blending into a mesmerizing blend of passion and skill. The notes seemed to carry a sort of secret message - one that spoke directly to your heart.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the melodious sound that encases you. You started to grow curious and bold, walking closer and closer. You were captivated by the magical moment unfolding before you. The park started to slowly fade away, leaving only Jimin and the symphony of emotions that he crafted through his music.
As the last notes hung in the air, Jimin’s gaze did not leave yours. His voice was soft and gentle when he said, “I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this time. But I’m glad that you have stumbled upon my impromptu performance.” He made a show of bowing deeply, down to his waist, before sitting back down on the bench.
A smile lifted the side of your lips as you replied, “It was a very beautiful piece, Jimin. A pleasant surprise. Your music always has a way to touch souls.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed with bashfulness as he hid them away in his hands. “Thank you. Music has always been my way of expressing emotions I can’t seem to express in the form of words”
At that moment, an unspoken connection formed - a bond forged through the language of music and shared understanding. It was a serendi[pitous encounter, a meeting of chance brought by the tied strings.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and you found yourself continuously drawn to Jimin’s side more often. Through many shared moments of laughter, your connection deepened - like two melodies intertwining to create a new, harmonious duet.
Late nights were spent under the starlit sky, sharing your stories, dreams, and desires. Jimin’s laughter healed away all your sorrow and pain, leaving you with a sense of safety and peace. His presence lights up every room he steps into. But in his arms, you felt warmth - a type of comfort that surpasses mere companionship. It was a love that blossomed amidst the serendipity.
There were many stolen glances and lingering touches, an intimate language that conveyed more than words ever could. Every interaction with him leaves you craving more and his gentle tenderness serves as a reminder that simple meanings have profound gestures.
One evening, while both of you stood on the rooftop, the city lights painted a picturesque backdrop, Jimin turned to face you, eyes holding a sense of vulnerability that you have never seen from him.
“I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Your heartbeat is like the melody that completes my song. I understand if you do not feel the same or need more time to consider.”
Jimin brought his hands down for the railing, fidgeting with his rings. Your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by his words. With a soft smile, you grabbed his hands, intertwining them with yours. You cupped his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you replied, “I’ve, too, fallen for you, Jimin. You bring a light into my life that I never knew I needed.”
At that moment, time stood still. The symphony of the city below faded into the background, replaced by the chorus of both of your heartbeats beating in sync. The world seems to shrink, leaving only the both of you in it.
As the evening glow faded into the night sky, Jimin’s lips met yours, a tender kiss fusing the promise of a future and a never-fading bond. It was a moment of pure bliss - a harmony of souls that have finally found solace and love in each other’s arms.
As days passed, your love for Jimin continued to flourish. From stolen kisses to late-night dance sessions, every moment was a testament to the strength of the bond that brought the both of you closer than ever.
Through music and shared dreams, you created language spoken only by the both of you - a symphony of love, a melody that resonates deep within your souls. In Jimin’s embrace, you have found a love that was enchanting and everlasting, one that you knew would continue to fill your hearts with serendipitous melodies.
Mountain of Threads
Pair: Jungkook x dancer F Reader
Summary: You discover a powerful connection and love between you and Jeon Jungkook. Through shared moments of vulnerability and exploration, you embark on a journey that transcends boundaries - creating new stories and a forever-intertwined bond.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 662
The air crackled with anticipation as you stood on stage, the spotlight illuminating your every move. Like the water, your body movements flowed together as one. As the music swelled, you danced with passion, pouring your heart into art. And in the crowd, Jungkook watched, his gaze filled with awe and admiration. The wonder on his face - mouth gaping wide open, staring at your entrancing movements - not moving a single inch.
After the performance, you caught him in the back rooms - a shy smile tugging at the edge of his lips. He hesitantly approached you, speaking with sincerity. "You are a talented dancer, Y/N. That dance was really a masterpiece."
A blush crept up your neck as you ducked your head, replying, "Thank you, Jungkook. Coming from you, it really means a lot."
Jungkook's eyes sparked with a mixture of humility and determination. "The dedication you put into your craft is amazing. Amazing and obvious and really inspiring." His eyes grew bigger as he gasped. "I should go write songs now then!"
His infectious laughter spurred your own and you laughed along, enjoying the easy-going air between you two. At that moment, a connection formed - through shared dreams and the pursuit of excellence. It was a recognition of each other's passions, dreams, and hope - a deep understanding that they have the power to shape lives.
As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, you found yourself spending more and more time with Junkook. Through shared practices and late-night conversations in the convenience store, you discovered a one-of-a-kind kindred spirit - one that relays the unspoken language of your hearts.
Together, both of you trekked up the mountain of growth and explorations, pushing each other to reach new heights. There were many moments of frustration and exhaustion - many questionable times on whether this connection is worth the fight - but they were always eclipsed by the unwavering support and encouragement you received from Jungkook.
Late one night, standing on the rooftops of his house, the both of your gazed at the stars. The both of you were silent for a long while, before Jungkook turned to you, eyes filled with determination and an underlying…fear. “Y/N, I’ve watched you become stronger and more confident every day. Your passion and drive have always inspired me to be a better version of myself.”
Warmth spread through your chest as you smiled at him. “And you, Jungkook. You have also pushed me further even when I think that I have reached my limit, allowing me to explore new boundaries and embrace challenges.” You turned back to look at the stars, continuing, “You truly have an incredible ability to light up a room with your presence.”
Jungkook’s cheeks tinted with a blush as he chuckled. “Thank you, Y/N. Your belief truly means a lot to me.”
At that moment, the world seemed to shrink, leaving just the both of you on the rooftop - a space where dreams collide and love blossoms. Jungkook’s hand reaches out, his fingers gentry intertwining with yours as if to solidify the connection between your souls.
With a bated breadth, you leaned in, lips finding Jungkook’s in a tender kiss. It was a moment that encapsulated all the unspoken emotions swirling between you. It was a dance of vulnerability and trust, a stepping stone toward a love that transcends all boundaries.
From then on, your strings intertwined as your journey continued, hand-in-hand. Through the ups and downs, the peals of laughter and the tears, you discovered a love both so powerful and tender - one that has defined even the most complex emotions in every situation; one that defied expectations and blossomed beyond the confinements of the stage.
In Jungkook’s embrace, you found a partner who would always push you to be the best version of yourself as you would for him. Together, the both of you soar beyond boundaries, embrace the unknown, and continuously create a story that your forever be etched in your hearts.
Eternal Love
Pair: OT7 x F Reader
Summary: You find a deep connection and support between all members of BTS through shared moments of laughter and unconditional love. You embark on a journey that surpasses traditional love and transcends individual connections, creating a harmonious bond with the whole group.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 740
As you sat in the middle of the large sofa the boys have in Jungkook’s house, the atmosphere grew brighter every second. Filled with laughter and happiness, you were sandwiched between the members, each of them bringing their unique energy and charisma to the room. The bond that you shared with all seven members was something truly special - a connection that ran deeper than words could express.
Jin’s infectious laughter echoed from the kitchen, filling your heart with warmth, just like the dinner he was preparing. Yoongi’s calm presence beside you brought you a sense of tranquillity, while Hoseok’s bright energy uplifted your spirits. The total opposites but they do not clash. Instead, both energies work together - creating an ever-brightening atmosphere.
Namjoon’s wisdom and deep insights forever inspired you, while Jimin’s caring nature made you feel cherished at every moment. Taehyung’s playful antics brought you joy and Jungkook’s dedication and determination constantly motivated you to be the best version of yourself. With them, you never once felt completely alone.
In the midst of this harmonious chaos, you found solace and love - a sanctuary where you can bleed your heart out without worrying that it will never heal. The collective support and understanding from all seven members created a safe place where you could trust yourself and them - a place where dreams and aspirations were nurtured.
With each passing day, they never fail to surprise you with new facets of your relationships. Each member carried themselves differently, but yet all so connected. Meals were filled with laughter, deep conversations that delved into the very depths of your soul, and moments of quiet understanding that transcends words. There was no need to speak when you were with them - the connections ran deeper than blood.
The everlasting comfort that you find yourself encompassed in brought you a deep sense of belonging - a critical feeling that you were an integral part of their world. The boys celebrated your success; comforted you during times of struggle; and stood by your side through thick and thin.
In return, you offered them your unwavering support and care. You cheered for their accomplishments, provided them with a safe place where they could express their vulnerabilities, and ensured that they knew they didn’t have to walk the roads alone. Your connection with each member was unique and meaningful in their own ways - but together, as a whole, you created a symphony of love that knew no bounds.
Late nights were spent in each other’s company, exchanging stories, dreams, and hopes for the future. In those intimate moments, you discovered the depth of your bonds shared with your boyfriends - going beyond the traditional definition of love. It was a connection that tested the limits of friendship, surpassing the weaving of threads and transcending into something deeper and more profound.
The living room was filled with the melody of laughter and whispered words, creating a harmonious blend that could only be achieved by the eight of you together. In each other’s arms, you found love and support - a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as a united force.
As the stars started to twinkle in the night sky, you leaned into the embrace of all seven members, heart near-bursting with the amount of love floating in the air. With a shared smile, you whispered, a voice full of gratitude, “Thank you for being here with me, for coming into my life.”
Their voices, a chorus of chaos, surrounded you. “And we are so very grateful to have met you too, kitten.”
“There is no other if it is not you, sweetheart.”
At that very moment, you felt a cosmic push, and you knew that your connection with the members was not to be confined to individual connections - it was a song of all seven. It was a symphony of emotions, a tapestry woven with shared memories and promises of the future, laughter, and unconditional support.
As you embraced each member, you revelled in the warmth of their love - the love that encompassed the entire group. You knew then, that whatever the future lies ahead, you will be fine. The boys will be fine. And the future’s gonna be okay.
As long as you were together, the sign woven by your connections will continue to play the harmonious melody - a melody that would forever be known as your eternal love.
“FUTURE’S GONNA BE OKAY.” – D-DAY
Philosophy of Love
Pair: Namjoon x F Reader
Summary: You find a profound connection in the presence of Kim Namjoon. Through shared moments of intellectual curiosity and mutual appreciation for the power of words, you embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery, united together by the wanderlust of the minds.
Genre: Fluff, Namjoon bookstore ownerxreader, a bit of suggestive theme but nothing like the devil’s tango😇
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 1043
It was a normal rainy afternoon, everybody on the streets finding solace in the sheltered stores. The rain pounded heavily against the shop roof, signages swinging dangerously in the wind. You kept your umbrella and walked into the store. Wood, scented candles, and dim lighting gave off a homey yet exciting feel. You looked out the window, knowing that the rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.
As you walked deeper into the bookstore, you observe the many books lined up on the shelves, each one of them whispering stories and knowledge waiting to be discovered. The store was so full that there were books piled up on the floor. Normally, you would be ticked off by having such valuable items being so casually strewn. But surprisingly this time, you weren’t.
The books were placed in an organized and artistic manner that you didn’t mind. They were in some cases, ensuring that nobody would kick them down. Couches with fluffy pillows and coffee tables with more books caught your attention.
Is this a library? Didn’t seem like it. Perhaps it was a library-bookstore. The thought itself was quite laughable.
Your fingers skimmed the spine of the books on the shelves, letting them guide you through. Lost in the world of literary treasures, you found yourself drawn to the philosophy section. As you pursued one of the titles, a voice, rich with warmth and intellect, reached your ears.
“You have good taste in books.” The voice said.
You turned around to see a tall man, adorning a pair of spectacles.
“Hello,” The man stuck out his hand. “I’m Namjoon. Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
You took his hand in yours and shook it. The size difference was hilarious. The entire of his hand engulfed yours, leaving nearly none of yours in sight. You knew if he wanted to, he could crush you in a minute.
A blush crept up your cheeks as you replied, “Ah, I’m Y/N. I’ve never come in here before. Just avoiding the storm today. I usually buy coffee from the opposite but you guys are not open then.”
Namjoon pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. “Oh, then you must be the pretty lady Mikaela keeps talking about. She won’t keep it down every time.” He laughed, sounding so baritone and soothing. “How’d you know this is my shop?”
Oh, you hadn’t.
“Well, you just confirmed my suspicions, no?” You replied to him with a smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Namjoon bellowed out. “Well, yeah.” He turned to the book you picked out. “Like philosophy?”
“I’ve always been fascinated by the power of words and the wisdom they hold.”
Namjoon’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “I feel the same way. Words have the ability to shape our thoughts and emotions, going beyond time and space. It is like a never-ending journey.”
At that moment, you knew you found a new friend. The connection between the both of you was built by the shared appreciation for the beauty and depth of language. A bond that went beyond mere attraction, rooted in the desire to understand and be understood.
As days turned to weeks, you found yourself going over every few days, engrossed in conversations with Namjoon that spanned various topics. From philosophy, arts, and science to engineering and business, to everything and anything. Each discussion felt like you had plummeted into a whole new world, wandering through the vast landscapes of knowledge and imagination.
When Namjoon talks, you listen, absorbing all the information he provides you with. And when you talk, Namjoon listens, eyes shining with curiosity and intellect. He encouraged your thoughts, offering insights that expanded your understanding. In his presence, you feel a sense of intellectual stimulation and a deeper desire to delve deeper into the mysteries of the world.
Soon, the both of you started spending late nights under the glow of the moonlight, books safely tucked away. Lost to conversations that danced between the tangible and abstract, the boundaries of time seemed to blur as the both of you explored the realms of existence - pondering on the complexities of life and the universe.
It was in these little moments that you discovered a profound connection - missing puzzle pieces finally coming together. It was a journey of self-discovery guided by Namjoon’s wisdom and introspection.
One evening, as the both of you sat under the stars that painted the night sky, Namjoon turned to you, voice filled with sincerity. “Your thirst for knowledge and understanding inspires me to always be the best version of myself. You never fail to amaze and you have never given up even when times got tough.”
You blushed as your heart filled with affection as you replied, “And you, Namjoon, have a way to light up even in the darkest times. Your wisdom has opened my eyes to so many new perspectives and allowed me to be more like myself.”
Namjoon’s hand reached out, shakily cupping your cheek. “Wandering the word and seeking knowledge and truth would mean nothing without you. If you would let me, let’s find solace and inspiration in each other.”
With a light smile on your face, you leaned into his touch, feeling a profound sense of belonging. In Namjoon’s embrace, you discover a love that fits right into the puzzles of you and him. It was more than conventional romance - it was a piece that sparks intellectual growth and mutual respect.
As the night deepened, you found yourself entwined in each other’s arms, the world around faded into insignificance. In the quiet embrace, you felt a unity of minds and souls - the pens of thoughts and emotions finally writing down the story of a lifetime.
With every beat of your heart, you know that your connection with Namjoon will be a never-ending exploration - a journey of shared wisdom, endless conversations, and the unwavering pursuit of knowledge.
In his presence, you have finally found a partner who understood the wanderlust of your mind - a companion who embraced the beauty of words and their profound meanings.
As you lay intertwined with Namjoon, you revelled in the joy of finding a love that spreads beyond the boundaries of time and space - a love that would forever wander the realms of intellectual curiosity and heartfelt understanding.
Pixelated Hearts
Pair: Seokjin x F Reader
Summary: You embark on a journey that blends the magic of the virtual and real world. Through the warmth of companionship, the both of you forge a connection where your hearts beat in harmony.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 1360
You tossed in your bed, trying to locate the muffled sound of the ringing phone. Your hand moved in all directions, sliding across the bed. You started to fuss when your hand collided with a cold, solid object and you grasped it, bringing it to your face. The bright light shone directly into your eyes as you groaned and turned, swiping the answer button on the screen.
“Hello?” You croaked.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you answered!” The voice over the phone answered cheerfully. Too cheerful.
You took another look at the screen before bringing it back to your ear. “Yo, it’s too early for this. No, no, no. For whatever you ask me to do, my answer is no.”
“Aw, come on. You haven’t even heard it yet!” Laughter sounded through the phone.
“No, Seokjin - please, no.” You would rather be on your knees, begging for a few more hours of sleep. You barely slept an hour before your phone rang.
“I was just thinking,” Seokjin continued, ignoring your request. “Would you like to come over to play a round of Mario Cart with me today?”
You sighed. “Sure. Night time.”
“Right, 10 pm it is.” The line went dead after that, not giving you a chance to answer.
You threw your phone back on the bed, groaning. “Ugh, 10 pm. So late?” You grasped your toy bear and hugged it close, trying to beat the cold air of the air conditioner. “Whatever.”
The second time you woke up was because your bladder - couldn’t seem to wait, it seems. You went to the washroom and looked out the little window on top. Light shone in that your washroom lights were essentially useless. You did your business, washing up and getting ready for the day.
You headed to draw your curtains and pack your bed, looking at the table clock.
2:32 pm, it indicated.
Sighing, you plugged your phone into the charger left for the kitchen. Now that you were up, your stomach started to turn angsty with the lack of food. You whipped up a simple meal that reminded you of your hometown. A bowl of rice with scrambled eggs and mashed tomato. As bad as it sounds, it tastes just like home.
10 pm came faster than you had wished, your battery still low from last night’s work shift. You had dressed in your pyjamas and brought along a big bottle of water onto the car, not caring to bring much and driving to Seokjin’s house. The both of you had been friends since middle school, constantly going back and forth between each other’s houses to have fun. Both your parents are familiar with each other, occasionally going out together as well.
So when you moved to Seoul, your mother made Seokjin take care of you - ensuring that you had some company when you were ill, ate all your meals, and did not overwork yourself. You know, just the mom stuff. However, Jin was equally busy - even more so than you. So you had never asked him for help and adapted to city life yourself. And it was little times like this where the small bracket of opportunity that the both of you were free.
So no matter how tired you were, you were going to drag your ass out to his house. Thankfully, he does not stay too far away. Within 15 minutes of driving, going through security, and parking, you had made it outside his door. You opened it with the passcode he ‘oh-so-secretly’ told you, shrugging off your coat and shoes, instantly making yourself at home.
The glow on the screencast a soft light across the living room as you settled in for the gaming session. Your fingers hovered across the controller, re-memorizing the moves to make while guiding your virtual avatar through a fantastical realm.
“Why hello there.” Seokjin’s voice sounded behind you. “Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?”
You paid him no heed. The world of pixels seems to come alive, offering you a soft escape from reality.
“Right then.” Seokjin sat beside you, raising a brow. “Ready for another round?”
A smile tugged the upper corners of your lips. “Definitely. It’s about time we move on from that stage we have been stuck on forever and beat that boss.”
As the game started, Seokjin’s fingers expertly navigated the controller. Together, the both of you embarked on a journey through the digital landscape - where magic, monsters, and adventure awaited. Where anything was possible and imagination ruled.
As hours passed, you and Seokjin laughed, strategized, and cheered each other on. Every triumph and setback was met with shared enthusiasm as if the virtual challenges were a reflection of your real-life adventures.
“Yeah! That was cool, Y/N!” Seokjin encouraged you as you dodged a series of obstacles and aimed an attack.
“Yeah, totally.” You retorted. “You, the master of positions and healing spells.” A playful grin appears on your lips as you glance at Seokjin’s character who was supporting yours.
In the midst of the virtual chaos, you had found a sense of solace and excitement. The gaming world was a realm of shared exploration - a place where the boundaries of reality were replaced by the limitless possibilities of the screen.
As the both of you finally conquered the boss that have seem to be a growing impossible task every month, Seokjin’s celebratory cheer filled the room. “Yes! We did it, Y/N!” He made a funny pose, pointing at the defeated boss on the screen, screaming. “Ha! Teamwork makes the dream work. Take that you, sucker!”
You sat back, fondly looking at him bragging about how you managed to defeat him. Your laughter soon mingled with his victory, tasting sweeter because it was shared. In those moments, you realised that gaming wasn’t just about pixels and virtual achievements - but the bonds forged through the challenges and the memories created along the way.
As you got up, packing the food and drinks that were strewn across the coffee table, you turned to Seokjin, a voice filled with gratitude as you said, “Thank you for the adventure.”
Seokjin grinned, eyes holding a million sparkles. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. Gaming with you had always been a blast and it’s an opportunity to finally spend some time with you.”
As the sun rose, you and Seokjin continued to find yourselves engaged in quest after quest. With teamwork and strategy, the excitement was palpable as you faced each challenge head-on, coordination growing stronger with every level. Amidst the gaming frenzy, Seokjin’s hand brushed yours - a simple touch that had your insides burning. It was a gesture of connection, a reminder that even in the digital realm, you were partners in every sense.
Eventually, the both of you completed the quest, your characters emerging victorious and being celebrated by an array of digital fireworks and your cheerings. You turned to Seokjin, mouth opening in excitement, when Seokjin grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Just like in the games, we face challenges together, support each other, and celebrate victories side by side.” He held up your intertwined hands. “It is a reflection of the reality.”
The air between you charged. At that moment, the screen faded into the background, leaving only you and Seokjin. The warmth of his touch, seemingly increased by tenfold - spoke volumes. It is like a piece of puzzle finally being found - a piece of understanding, companionship, and an unspoken promise of more adventures.
As the dawn broke, the orange, pink hues of the sunrise shone through the curtains of the house. It painted a warm, smooth shade on the tiles. You leaned in, lips finding Seokjin’s plush ones in a tender kiss - hoping that he would understand your answer. And Seokjin sure did. He cupped your jaw, turning your head to the side as he kissed you deeper.
It was like a click, the piece falling into place, allowing you to discover that the unspoken language between the both of you did not exist in only grand gestures but in the simplest moments of shared interest and laughter.
Expressions of Culinary
Pair: Yoongi x F Reader
Summary: Through shared moments in the kitchen, you delve deeper into your relationship with Yoongi. Yoongi, who uses the form of cooking as a way of self-expression, showered you with affection the moment you step home from a rough day at work.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, married au
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 1158
You were not having a good day. From being piled up with more work as an intern got fired to being humiliated in front of your coworkers for submitting a spreadsheet late. Today was not a good day at all.
You shrugged off your shoes and coat, placing your keys in the bowl at the door. Groaning, you gave Holly a scratch behind his ears and walked to put down all your bags on the sofa. You were wondering if Yoongi was home when the aroma of spices and ingredients filled the air as you entered the kitchen.
To your surprise, Yoongi was standing at the kitchen island, too busy chopping vegetables with a focused expression on his face. You watched in awe as he moved with practised precision and a sense of purpose evident in every movement. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice you standing there.
“Yoongi,” You called out. “I didn’t know you’d be cooking today.” Your eyes shined with curiosity.
Yoongi looked up from the chopping board, a smile lifting at the corner of his lips. “Hey, Jagiya. I didn’t hear you coming home.” He momentarily stopped his chopping and washed his hand, coming over to give you a kiss on your hair.
“Hmmm, seems like you were too engrossed in cooking to realise I’ve been standing here for a while now.” You snickered. It was true. Yoongi was much too engrossed in chopping up the ingredients needed for his special-of-the-day meal but you were equally engrossed in watching him cook.
As Yoongi moved back to the chopping board to continue, he said, “Why don’t you go take a bath first? Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes or so.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
You sighed and walked up the stairs, fully agreeing with what he said. You really needed to wind down. Holly followed you to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed and curling up.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping now, right?” You chided the brown toy poodle that now lay in between the pillows at the head of the bed.
You stepped into the shower, soaking in the heat of the water that cascades down your back. You sighed, bringing your hands to your head. You decided to take a short shower, curious about what Yoongi may be whipping out for dinner. Holly followed you out of the room and into the kitchen, standing in front of his food bowl.
“Okay, okay. Coming.” You left your hair towel on one of the dining chairs, going over to the storage room to get Holly’s kibbles. After feeding Holly his dinner, you approached the counter, intrigued by how Yoongi transforms the ingredients into a colourful array of vegetables. And the way his hands moved was mesmerising - an intricate dance that seemed to mirror his musical talents.
Even as the dish started to take shape, Yoongi’s concentration was unwavering. The kitchen was his soundboard, each ingredient was a beat of creativity. He moved around the kitchen with fluid ease, adding a pinch of this and a dash of that, all the while humming a tune softly to himself. His movements were like a melody that carried a sense of contentment.
You were, too, more than content to sit back and watch your husband move around. After a while, he turned to you with a grin, gummies all showing. “Care to be my taste-tester?”
You nodded eagerly, all the waiting around and the delicious wafting of sauces have gotten you hungry. “Not that your food will ever be bad.” Your taste buds tingled with anticipation. With a flourish, Yoongi presented you with a beautifully plated dish.
The first bite was a revelation - a burst of flavours that exploded on your tongue. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, it’s good. Yoongi, please come home and cook more often.”
Yoongi chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks slightly tinged with a blush. You took that time to tease him. “Aw, Yoongi. Five years and still can’t get used to it?” You wiggled your brows at him.
Yoongi groaned. “Jagiya,” he wined. “Stoooppp.”
You snickered and shoved a mouthful of rice into your mouth. As you savoured each bite, you could feel the passion infused in every dish. It was as if Yoongi’s emotions were intertwined with the flavours - a symphony of tastes that spoke of care and dedication.
As all the dishes were set on the table and Yoongi took a seat opposite you, you chatted about cooking and food, sharing stories and memories. The kitchen was always been one of the places where the both of you connected easily. It was a place where two souls intertwined over shared experiences and mutual appreciation for the culinary arts.
As the evening turned into night, you stood beside each other, washing dishes as a comfortable silence settled between you. Yoongi’s fingers brushed against yours and you exchanged a meaningful glance. It was in these simple moments that rekindled the depth of your connection with him.
“I’m glad to have met you in this universe,” Yoongi admitted in the silence, his voice soft.
You smiled, heart warmed by his sudden honesty. There are not many times where he would so vulnerably lay his heart out to you. Yoongi always wanted you to see only the best in him. “And I am grateful to have found you. What if I decided to ditch the fan meeting that day?” You teased him.
The corners of Yoongi’s lips lifted into a smile. “I would have been doomed.” At that moment, time seems to be at a standstill, the dim lights of the kitchen setting a scene. You shared a moment that went beyond words - a puzzle piece that pulsed in place, forged by the years of fighting for each other and the act of sharing.
As the night continued, you and Yoongi shifted to the bedroom, a final cup of tea in hand as the now empty teapot sat on his side of the bedside table. You finished off the last drop and snuggled into him, covers draping over the both of you. A sense of contentment settled over the both of you.
As Yoongi’s fingers found yours, his caress was gentle and reassuring. “Whatever the future, we’ll get through it together.”
You intertwined your fingers with him as you looked up and kissed his jaw. “Together. Thank you Yoongi, for sharing you with me.”
“God that was corny, Jagiya.”
You laughed. Under the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the bedroom curtains, you and Yoongi sat in comfortable silence, soaking up the presence of each other. It was these little moments that you treasured so much, the connection deepening with each passing moment. It was a night filled with flavours, emotions, and soft, deep intimacy that only comes from sharing the secrets of one’s heart. The simple joy of being together.
Taking Care
Pair: Hoseok x F Reader
Summary: Hoseok falls ill and you take on the role of a caregiver. Through the moments of vulnerability and tender care, you solidify the relationship between the both of you, reminding him that even the brightest souls need care and warmth.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, sick Hobi, Hobi being stubborn AF -
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 1307
As the doorcode chimed and you entered the apartment, two things became very prominent in the atmosphere. One, the vibrant energy that radiated around Hoseok day and night was replaced by a subdued demeanour. Two, his laughter was replaced by soft coughs and sniffles from the sofa. You quickly took off your shoes and threw the keys in the dish, quickly moving over to view the damage.
But you didn’t have to move far. As you stepped into the living room, Hosoek’s sluggish steps met yours. He was curled up in layers of blankets from head to toe, tissue stuffed in one nostril.
“Hi, Jagiya.” Hobi croaked out. It tugged at your heartstrings to see the usually-filled sunshine being so under the weather.
As you made your way to the kitchen to prepare a soft meal for your boyfriend, he leaned his body over yours. “I missed you.” He nuzzled your neck before pulling away and sat down on the kitchen chair.
“I missed you too, Hobi. But right now, go lay down on the bed.”
Hobi sluggishly got up and you distantly heard the bedroom door close. You picked out the ingredients needed for the ginseng chicken soup, moving efficiently around the kitchen. You quickly threw in the ingredients for the soup and headed over to the tea cabinet to prepare a pot of lemon ginger mint tea. Bringing over a pail of ice and tea, you opened up the bedroom door, revealing Hobi curled up in the middle of the bed.
Hobi turned to you, nose red and eyes puffy. He quickly reached out for the pail when you moved it out of his grasp. “Lay down.” You chided.
Hobi whined but complied. “Baby, you don’t have to help. I can take care of myself.”
You rolled your eyes. “If you could take care of yourself, you wouldn’t be in this state right now and the boys wouldn’t have to call me out in the middle of work to inform me that my boyfriend is so sick he can hardly get out of bed.”
You wiped him down as he pouted up at you. Handing Hobi a cup of tea, you guided him into a sitting position. “The ginseng soup is cooking downstairs.” He sniffled. “Grandma’s recipe: Cool towel 1.”
Hobi nodded. “Been tryna do that but got lazy to change the water after it heats up.”
You headed over to open the windows. “Let some wind in, it’s stuffy.” Hobi chuckled which soon turned into a body-wreaking cough. You sighed. “How did you even get yourself into this?”
You guided him back down and sat on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, watching him as he fell asleep. You quietly sighed and got up, leaving the bedroom door open. Jimin had told you over the phone that Mickey was currently staying with him so the house felt empty. While waiting for the witch potion to brew, you cleaned the house.
Hobi woke up a few hours later to hurl the contents in his stomach out. As you heard the sounds of gurgling, you dropped all work and rushed over to his room. Going over, you tied his hair back into a man bun, keeping the hair off his face. You then brought him back to the bed as he groaned and fussed.
Bringing the bowl of soup to the bedroom, you fed him as much as he could take before forcing medication down his throat.
“No!” Hobi whined. “It makes me puke. I don’t wanna!”
“Hobi, you gotta eat your medicine regardless.” You pushed it towards him with a cup of warm tea. “Come on.”
Hobi took the pills from your hands, looking at them offendedly before swallowing them. He pulled a disgusted face and chugged more tea down. As you tucked him back in bed, you tilted your head up to the ceiling, knowing that it would be a long few days.
Over the next week, you took the role of a caregiver, making sure that Hoseok had everything he needed - even if it meant forcing him to eat it. He absolutely hated his medications so you brewed teas to go with the medication, more herbal tea (that can’t go with Western medication due to the clash of ingredients used), and nourishing meals. Hoseok was essentially bedridden at a certain point in time, causing him to become really bored.
So you decided to bring in some books and shows to keep him entertained. As you sat by his side one evening after his fever had suddenly spiked again, you viewed a different type of vulnerability in Hobi that was usually hidden well behind his cheerful facade. His tired eyes and occasional sighs showed his discomfort, pulling at your heartstrings. As his coughs seemed to worsen, you shot him a concerned glance.
“I think you should go and rest. Your body needs time to heal.”
Hoseok nodded weakly as he looked at you gratefully. You tucked him back into the covers, sitting beside him and occasionally brushing your hand against his forehead to check his temperature.
“Thanks for taking such good care of me, Y/N.” Hosoek’s eyes met yours. “You could’ve just called the boys.”
You nodded. “They do help. Jin occasionally comes up to make you food instead.”
Hobi’s eyes shined with curiosity. “Oh, I didn’t hear him.”
You snickered. “No, sir. You were too deep in sleep while we had meaningful conversations over what caused your sickness.”
Your bedridden boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Truly, thank you for staying with me.”
Your heart swelled with affection as you replied, “It’s the least I can do. You’re always there for everybody, now it’s our turn to take care of you.”
Hoseok’s fingers found Yorus, intertwining them as he turned to his side, fully facing you. “I guess sometimes I forget that even the brightest soul needs a bit of sunshine and warmth.”
With a soft smile, you squeezed his hand. “That’s what I’m here for, Hobi. That’s what the boys are there for. You can lean on us too. We were meant to light up the world together.”
At that moment, the room filled with an unspoken understanding - a connection that went beyond words, a puzzle piece that fell right into place. Hoseok’s vulnerability created a space where you could be present for him in an intimate way.
As the weeks passed, Hoseok’s health slowly improved thanks to your care and the power of rest. His laugh returned, brighter than ever, once again filling the room with its infectious energy. You knew he would soon be back to his cheerful self, dancing and spreading joy wherever he went.
One dinner, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow through the window, Hoseok turned to you. “Thank you for being my healing sunshine during these days, Jagiya.” He leaned his head on your shoulder. “I know I was tough to take care of but your staying meant a lot to me.”
You carried his luscious curls. “Hobi, you bring so much light into all of our lives. Sometimes I wonder how to return the favour of that.” You kissed him. “Glad I found a way now.”
With a quiet chuckle, Hoseok pulled you into a hug. “I hope you aren’t asking me to get sick more often.”
You wrapped your arms around him, straddling his lap and leaning your head against his neck. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The hug was intimate - one that spoke beyond the language of gratitude and the unbreakable bond you shared. In that embrace, you knew that even in the face of vulnerability, your connection with Hoseok was a source of strength and support. The both of you were puzzle pieces meant to fit and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Healing Souls
Pair: Jimin x F Reader
Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of suspected cheating.
WC: 1661
You didn’t know how a simple conversation could turn so deadly. While you preferred a straight-front confrontation, Jimin preferred to ease it in. And it was over dinner that the argument sparked fire between the both of you. The room was charged with tension as the both of you stood at opposite ends of the room, voices raised in a much-heated argument. Anger and frustration swirled around you, sending you into a spiral and clouding your judgement.
Stubborn as mules, the both of you refused to give in - each party believing that they were right for every reason possible. Logical you knew to let it go for now, take a breath, cool down, and then come back and talk. But you were angry and Jimin wasn’t making it any better.
“I can’t believe you’re being so unreasonable!” Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration, his hands pulling at the roots of his hair, and brows furrowed in anger.
“And you aren’t even trying to understand it from my perspective!” You shot back, voice quivering with hurt.
As the argument escalated, the both of you shot back equally painful and harsh words. The weight in your chest turned heavier and heavier, like lead in your stomach. This wasn’t the Jimin you knew - the making understanding person that has always been there for you. This Jimin didn’t care for how deep and sharp his words turned as he shouted back at you. However, in the heat of the moment, your emotions took over and all rationality seemed to slip away.
“I would never - I didn’t even sleep with her!” Jimin shouted. “It’s just a picture for god sake! Grow up, Y/N!”
He gave you an exasperated sigh, turning to leave the living room. Your anger reached its boiling point. If this was a cartoon show, your face would have turned red and fumes would have come out of your ears.
“Grow up?” You shot back. “Grow up? Jimin, you grow up! What makes you think that you can throw around the relationship like it’s soccer?”
Jimin turned back around, fury burning in his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I did sleep with her! So what? So what if I slept with her? She sure is better than you!”
The sentence sent spikes of hurt directly to your heart. At that moment, the tears started forming as you stayed silent and stared at your boyfriend. You never pegged him for being so mean. The adrenaline and emotions were still on high, causing you to feel more emotional.
The silence that followed was deafening and you found yourself grabbing your keys, softly closing the main door behind you. No matter how angry, you were the one who brought this topic up. While you had the right to know what was going on, admittedly, you could’ve done better at your phrasing of words as well.
But as you walked down the street, your heart was still pounding and your thoughts in turmoil. You were hurt by what Jimin had said. Half of you know that he probably did not mean it but the other half of you was in pain at the thought that he truly - truly - cheated on you. You walked in circles at the nearby park until the sky slowly darkened.
You didn’t want to go home yet, deciding to get yourself an ice cream cone on the way instead. It wasn’t until you were walking home, one hand tucked in the puffer jacket you stanched from the ottoman and the other holding the sweet treat, that you realised the magnitude of the situation - the bond between you and Jimin, sitting dormant for three years, had been strained. The both of you were so welled up in being the perfect match for each other that you forget the imperfections of each other as well.
You knew that there was no running away from this situation - one way or the other, the both of you would have to face each other and have a talk. So with a determined sigh, you finished your cone and took lift up. You quickly typed in the passcode, shrugging off your coat and shoes, placing your keys in the dish Jimin made with the boys just last summer. You had thought it was too cute to be sitting in the cabinets, so you had taken it out to be used as a dish for the keys.
You heard before you saw Jimin walking up to you, eyes red-rimmed and tired - a reflection of the emotional turmoil the both of you are going through.
“Can… Can we talk?” You asked meekly, voice filled with vulnerability as you trained your eyes on the floor, missing the flash of pain as Jimin stared at you.
Jimin hesitated before saying, “Yeah, let’s… let’s head over to the sofa. Or would you prefer somewhere else?”
You shook your head and the both of you walked together. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken words.
It was silent as the both of you stared at each other until Jimin broke it. “I’m sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t cheat. I swear… I swear nothing like that happened. It was - it was just in the heat of the moment… that I said that.” Jimin’s voice and actions grew frantic as if trying to prove his point. “I swear - Y/N, I swear I didn’t - I wouldn’t -”
You took a leap of faith and stepped forward, encasing him in your arms. You gently pushed his head into the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t! It’s not true!” Jimin wailed.
Your heart ached to see your boyfriend in such a miserable state. In the three years you were together, the both of you never had an argument this bad and you have never seen this side of him.
Vulnerable and sobbing in your arms.
You caressed his hair, soothing him. “It’s fine, Jimin. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I accused you without giving you a chance to explain the situation.”
Jimin continued crying on your shoulder and you were starting to feel the ache from holding most of his body weight while standing. Slowly, you moved over to the sofa, setting the both of you down comfortably. Jimin’s hands immediately tightened as you moved away from him.
“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me… Please! I’ll do anything to prove to you I didn’t. I swear I didn’t!”
You brought your hands up to the hysterical man, cupping his puffy cheeks between them. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna grab some tissue, okay?”
Jimin shook his head. “No… Pleaseee…”
You sighed and sat back down, allowing the oversized baby to cuddle deeper into the couch, dragging you along. You turned to face him, bringing your sleeves over your palms to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry I said those words too. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Jimin’s head didn’t leave your shoulder as he continued to nuzzle at your throat with a few occasional sniffles.
“I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have been so defensive.” His voice was muffled.
You shook your head. “You had every right to. It was my fault for bringing it up like that and accusing you.” You sighed. “Jimin…”
He hummed.
“Jimin, our relationship -”
“No, No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He clinged onto you.
“Not that Jimin.” Your boyfriend had a way of overthinking the best situations into the worst so you could only imagine what he is thinking of now. “Jimin, I think we need to communicate more. We have been trying to be the best for each other but we forget that loving the other is loving them as a whole.”
“We keep so much from each other, not wanting the other to see the ‘bad sides’. But Jimin, I love you for you. And I know I can be tough to keep up with, I’m sorry.”
You hanged your head.
Now, it was Jimin’s turn to bring your face to his, lips pressed against yours. “I love you, wholly, Y/N. I’m sorry if I don’t show that enough. And I think you’re right, we need to work on our communication. It’s absolutely broken on completely different wavelengths.”
You giggled at his choice of words.
“Yeah… We should’ve been on the same ‘wavelength’ the moment you told me you’d adopt a dog for me if it made me less lonely at home.”
“Aish! Forget that already would you! Why do you always remember these cheesy stuff I told you!” Jimin whined at you.
The both of you sat together, cuddled up on the sofa, soaking in the presence of the other.
“Our bond means so much to me. I don’t want one fight to define us.” You truthfully told Jimin as he held you closer, agreeing with your statement.
“We’ll come out stronger.” He promised.
As the night deepened and the both of you got hungry, Jimin made you cup noodles, stealing some of yours after he finished his share. Starting a chopsticks fight, you very obviously lost, guard slipping every time he tickles you. At that very moment, looking into Jimin’s eyes and hearing his bright laughter beside you, you knew that this connection - this bond - was forever worth fighting for. You knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be butterflies and flowers but you were willing to try.
Willing to strip yourself bare and give him you. Every part of you, you would give it to him. Until the very last thing was your heart - you’d place it in his hands. And then, you have no worries that he would ever break it, holding it between you like glass. Taking his like a puzzle piece, the both of you weaved threads and loops, creating a picture future together.
Next Chapter
Pair: Taehyung x F Reader
Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes (but we aren’t doing that today, yeah?), pregnancy
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving
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A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 1410
You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it.
You have sworn something was wrong. You knew something was odd with your body and when your period skipped the next month, you went straight to the pharmacy. In a box, there were three test kits.
And when the timer beeped, you stared at these three test kits, all holding the same result.
Pregnant. 7 weeks.
In shock, wouldn’t be a safe word to use. You were filled with mixed emotions. You and Taehyung have been trying for almost a year now. You were almost certain you couldn’t conceive. Your periods have never been regular and it wasn’t an easy feat through when your menstruation cycle was around. So you had told Taehyung about your thoughts about having kids. Back then, the both of you were dating, and you knew Taehyung was big on having a family.
“Tae-”
“No, Y/N. It’s alright. We try and if we can’t, it’s okay.” Taehyung soothed you.
“But I know that you really want kids and I don’t think I will be able to give them to you.” Your doctors have told you that your body has been weak since young and due to the accumulated stress, it did not do the growth of your body well.
“Y/N,” Taehyung cupped your face, bringing it closer to his. He suddenly squished your cheeks, making your eyes widen in surprise. “All I need is you.”
Staring at the three tests on the washroom counter, you had to physically hold yourself up by gripping onto the edges of the sink. You needed to make sure - make sure that it was real before you go running to tell your husband.
So you booked an appointment with your doctors and they told you the same thing the tests did.
“Around seven weeks.” Dr Kim had given you a soft smile, handing you the pictures of the ultrasound scan.
You headed out of the hospital after payment, brain yet to comprehend the knowledge you were given in a span of twenty minutes. You needed to tell Tae. Taehyung was the only thing on your mind.
Staring back down at your ultrasound scan, you truly couldn’t believe your eyes.
You headed to the nearest crafting store, picking out a ball of yarn, boxes, and crafting paper. Heading home, you were more careful than usual, afraid any sudden movements might hurt your child. Albit dumb if you were to tell your parents about what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective of the life growing inside you.
It was a little past four in the afternoon and you decided to take a bath to get rid of the hospital smell. After drying your hair, you turned the television on and knitted while watching the latest ‘Run BTS!’.
You stopped knitting after a while, placing your hand on your currently unnoticeable bump, saying, “That’s your dad and uncles. When you come into this world, you sure are going to be spoiled rotten.” You chuckled. You were the first among the girls to have gotten pregnant as of the information yesterday.
You had told Hwani, Jin’s wife, three days ago. News spread fast within the group but you were more surprised that the boys had yet to catch on, seemingly that all their girlfriends and wives were gossiping over baby materials.
Once you finished the little gift, you placed it in the box onto some crafting paper and the ultrasound. Wrapping the box with a ribbon, you proceeded to the kitchen to make dinner. Small, sharp barks could be heard as you walked to the kitchen.
You bent down to collect Yeotan’s bowls. He was extremely chirpy today, following you everywhere and constantly going in between your legs. If you hadn’t known better, you would have said he was being protective. Placing his food bowls back into the tray, you gave Yeotan a scratch between his ears.
Just as you finished setting the table, the door code chimed and Yeotan’s uncontrollable barking started again. You wiped your hands dry on your shirt as you walked out, greeting Taehyung with a kiss at the threshold of the main door.
“Well, it’s not like I don’t like it. Rather the opposite, honestly. But I’m tired Jagiya. I don’t think I can do it today.”
You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just kiss my husband when he gets home?”
Taehyung looked at you suspiciously. “Of course you can but you normally have an ulterior motive.”
Let’s talk about selective hearing. It refers to hearing what you choose to hear and blank out everything else. You ignored the second half of the sentence, pulling your whiny husband to the living room and plopping him down onto the sofa.
“Babe…” He called you warningly.
You headed over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the elegantly wrapped gift and placing it in his hands. Taehyung’s brows shot up, disappearing between his hair.
“What’s this?” He took out his phone, confusion showing on his face. Oh, he’s always been an expressive one. “I don’t think I forgot anything? I swear today - is it our anni - wait no, that’s in three weeks.” Taehyung looked up with a face you knew too well.
The TaTa Mic face.
“Babe, I swear if I forgot anything, I’ll make it up to you.”
You sighed, caving into the look. If ARMY can’t even grasp a standing ground to the Tata Mic face, you surely stand an even lesser chance against it.
“You didn’t forget anything, love.” You pointed back to the box. “Just.. Just open it.”
Taking a deep breath, you watch as Taehyung undoes the ribbon and opens the box. Watched as his brows furrowed even more, lip jutting out in a pout at the sight of the mittens you have knitted this afternoon. Watched as the gears in his brain turned the moment his eyes spotted the ultrasound picture beneath it. And as if in slow motion, you saw Taehyung’s eyes enlarge the moment the pieces clicked together.
His head shot up so fast you were afraid he got a whiplash.
“Serious? Serious!” Taehyung dropped to his knees. Thank god there was a carpet on the floor. His hands were shaking as you grasped them in yours, placing them on your stomach. “Jagiya, Jagiya, you aren’t kidding with me, right?”
His eyes shone with so much light that it was blinding to see.
You shook your head.
“We’re going to be parents, Tae.” Your voice wavered, tears coming forth, spilling over onto your cheeks.
Taehyung looked down at your hands cupping your stomach and stared at it. He lifted your shirt in one motion, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. He brought his lips to your stomach, kissing it gently.
“Hi, babyyyy…” Taehyung cooed. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby ever.”
You chuckled.
Taehyung got up from his knees, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “And you are going to be the best mom ever.”
“How do you know that?” You asked between his never-ending kisses.
Leaning your foreheads together, Taehyung answered in his most famous way, “‘Cause it’s you.”
You smiled.
At that moment, you were surrounded by love. You have never felt so high on such a joyous emotion before. As you looked down at Taehyung talking to your stomach, you felt so, so, so, grateful for the future you created together. Through thick and thin, the both of you have found a way to strengthen your connection, working together.
The warmth of his love and joy radiates the whole house. And as your eyes locked, it was as if nothing else mattered at that moment - only you, Tae, and your unborn baby. Time seemed to still as the both of you looked at each other, so much affection and excitement in one’s eyes.
And you knew - you just knew - that you were going to be okay. That as long as you had Tae by your side, you were going to be okay.
As the both of you got up from the sofa, Tae suddenly pulled you into his arms, stopping you from walking any further from him. “You know what I said just now at the door? I take it back. I can definitely do it today.”
Your cheeks turned deep red as you smacked his arms.
“Kim Taehyung!”
His bellowing laughter followed you all the way to the kitchen.
Next Chapter
Pair: Taehyung x F Reader
Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes (but we aren’t doing that today, yeah?), pregnancy
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving
Remember that you aren’t alone and if you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there for us :) If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Happy reading! Borahae💜
A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 1410
You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it.
You have sworn something was wrong. You knew something was odd with your body and when your period skipped the next month, you went straight to the pharmacy. In a box, there were three test kits.
And when the timer beeped, you stared at these three test kits, all holding the same result.
Pregnant. 7 weeks.
In shock, wouldn’t be a safe word to use. You were filled with mixed emotions. You and Taehyung have been trying for almost a year now. You were almost certain you couldn’t conceive. Your periods have never been regular and it wasn’t an easy feat through when your menstruation cycle was around. So you had told Taehyung about your thoughts about having kids. Back then, the both of you were dating, and you knew Taehyung was big on having a family.
“Tae-”
“No, Y/N. It’s alright. We try and if we can’t, it’s okay.” Taehyung soothed you.
“But I know that you really want kids and I don’t think I will be able to give them to you.” Your doctors have told you that your body has been weak since young and due to the accumulated stress, it did not do the growth of your body well.
“Y/N,” Taehyung cupped your face, bringing it closer to his. He suddenly squished your cheeks, making your eyes widen in surprise. “All I need is you.”
Staring at the three tests on the washroom counter, you had to physically hold yourself up by gripping onto the edges of the sink. You needed to make sure - make sure that it was real before you go running to tell your husband.
So you booked an appointment with your doctors and they told you the same thing the tests did.
“Around seven weeks.” Dr Kim had given you a soft smile, handing you the pictures of the ultrasound scan.
You headed out of the hospital after payment, brain yet to comprehend the knowledge you were given in a span of twenty minutes. You needed to tell Tae. Taehyung was the only thing on your mind.
Staring back down at your ultrasound scan, you truly couldn’t believe your eyes.
You headed to the nearest crafting store, picking out a ball of yarn, boxes, and crafting paper. Heading home, you were more careful than usual, afraid any sudden movements might hurt your child. Albit dumb if you were to tell your parents about what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective of the life growing inside you.
It was a little past four in the afternoon and you decided to take a bath to get rid of the hospital smell. After drying your hair, you turned the television on and knitted while watching the latest ‘Run BTS!’.
You stopped knitting after a while, placing your hand on your currently unnoticeable bump, saying, “That’s your dad and uncles. When you come into this world, you sure are going to be spoiled rotten.” You chuckled. You were the first among the girls to have gotten pregnant as of the information yesterday.
You had told Hwani, Jin’s wife, three days ago. News spread fast within the group but you were more surprised that the boys had yet to catch on, seemingly that all their girlfriends and wives were gossiping over baby materials.
Once you finished the little gift, you placed it in the box onto some crafting paper and the ultrasound. Wrapping the box with a ribbon, you proceeded to the kitchen to make dinner. Small, sharp barks could be heard as you walked to the kitchen.
You bent down to collect Yeotan’s bowls. He was extremely chirpy today, following you everywhere and constantly going in between your legs. If you hadn’t known better, you would have said he was being protective. Placing his food bowls back into the tray, you gave Yeotan a scratch between his ears.
Just as you finished setting the table, the door code chimed and Yeotan’s uncontrollable barking started again. You wiped your hands dry on your shirt as you walked out, greeting Taehyung with a kiss at the threshold of the main door.
“Well, it’s not like I don’t like it. Rather the opposite, honestly. But I’m tired Jagiya. I don’t think I can do it today.”
You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just kiss my husband when he gets home?”
Taehyung looked at you suspiciously. “Of course you can but you normally have an ulterior motive.”
Let’s talk about selective hearing. It refers to hearing what you choose to hear and blank out everything else. You ignored the second half of the sentence, pulling your whiny husband to the living room and plopping him down onto the sofa.
“Babe…” He called you warningly.
You headed over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the elegantly wrapped gift and placing it in his hands. Taehyung’s brows shot up, disappearing between his hair.
“What’s this?” He took out his phone, confusion showing on his face. Oh, he’s always been an expressive one. “I don’t think I forgot anything? I swear today - is it our anni - wait no, that’s in three weeks.” Taehyung looked up with a face you knew too well.
The TaTa Mic face.
“Babe, I swear if I forgot anything, I’ll make it up to you.”
You sighed, caving into the look. If ARMY can’t even grasp a standing ground to the Tata Mic face, you surely stand an even lesser chance against it.
“You didn’t forget anything, love.” You pointed back to the box. “Just.. Just open it.”
Taking a deep breath, you watch as Taehyung undoes the ribbon and opens the box. Watched as his brows furrowed even more, lip jutting out in a pout at the sight of the mittens you have knitted this afternoon. Watched as the gears in his brain turned the moment his eyes spotted the ultrasound picture beneath it. And as if in slow motion, you saw Taehyung’s eyes enlarge the moment the pieces clicked together.
His head shot up so fast you were afraid he got a whiplash.
“Serious? Serious!” Taehyung dropped to his knees. Thank god there was a carpet on the floor. His hands were shaking as you grasped them in yours, placing them on your stomach. “Jagiya, Jagiya, you aren’t kidding with me, right?”
His eyes shone with so much light that it was blinding to see.
You shook your head.
“We’re going to be parents, Tae.” Your voice wavered, tears coming forth, spilling over onto your cheeks.
Taehyung looked down at your hands cupping your stomach and stared at it. He lifted your shirt in one motion, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. He brought his lips to your stomach, kissing it gently.
“Hi, babyyyy…” Taehyung cooed. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby ever.”
You chuckled.
Taehyung got up from his knees, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “And you are going to be the best mom ever.”
“How do you know that?” You asked between his never-ending kisses.
Leaning your foreheads together, Taehyung answered in his most famous way, “‘Cause it’s you.”
You smiled.
At that moment, you were surrounded by love. You have never felt so high on such a joyous emotion before. As you looked down at Taehyung talking to your stomach, you felt so, so, so, grateful for the future you created together. Through thick and thin, the both of you have found a way to strengthen your connection, working together.
The warmth of his love and joy radiates the whole house. And as your eyes locked, it was as if nothing else mattered at that moment - only you, Tae, and your unborn baby. Time seemed to still as the both of you looked at each other, so much affection and excitement in one’s eyes.
And you knew - you just knew - that you were going to be okay. That as long as you had Tae by your side, you were going to be okay.
As the both of you got up from the sofa, Tae suddenly pulled you into his arms, stopping you from walking any further from him. “You know what I said just now at the door? I take it back. I can definitely do it today.”
Your cheeks turned deep red as you smacked his arms.
“Kim Taehyung!”
His bellowing laughter followed you all the way to the kitchen.