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Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do Seokjin with a breeding kink. Like it would be so hot lol. Thank you!

"Is this the rights place?" You asked, scratching softly the soft scalp, behind the ear of your hybrid, earning a soft purr coming from inside of his chest, making him lean into your comfortable touch, pressing his face on the space between your breasts, where he usually loved to hide the whole day, enjoying the warmth of your breasts squeezing his face and the sound of your heart beats.

You smiled to yourself, hand reaching down his torso to his hip, down his well defined vline, caressing his thigh, then going up to the curve of his ass, for holding the base of his tail, watching it shaking under your touch, the soft fur of it rising up, staying tall.

Seokjin hissed on your chest, mouth muffled by one of your breasts, making you grin and stroke the base of his tail with your ringed thumb. Seems like his little fangs appeared, since you could feel them softly piercing the thin material of the night dress you were wearing.

"B-babygirl, don't tease me." He warned you, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your left breast, piercing the cloth and making you to wince in both pain and pleasure. But, his warning only encouraged you to move your hand up and down his black panthera tail. A growl left your hybrid's throat, making your hand freeze in the middle of stroking his fur.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned on the bright purple matters of your bed, hands pinned on either sides of your head, a mad Seokjin staring down at you, his eyes yellow-green sparkling with anger. "I fucking told you to not tease me, brat!" He hissed, showing his panthera fangs to you, his words being sustained by a slap on your naked thigh, the dress revealed.

"Seok- " your words were cut by his mouth capturing yours into a heated kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your wet and warm cave, finding your own muscle, the feeling if his cat like tongue on yours sending a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat straight to your core.

Almost like reading your mind, still while kissing you, Seokjin pushed your lace panties aside, his tip finding its way to rub on your clit, almost making it twitch, causing your hips to rise up, meeting his movements. He growled once more, entering you without a word, cursing under his breath and smirking to himself of how wet you already were. And all for him.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, moving his hips in and out, into a slow motion, driving you crazy already. "So wet and ready for taking your daddy's seed, huh? Ready for taking all of my kittens?" He was smirking, enjoying himself, seeing how you were growing hornier with every dirty phrase he was saying. Rolling his hips into you, Seokjin moaned at the feeling your cunt was giving him, squeezing his hard and long length, coaxing it into your wetness.

Your toes curled when, with a fast and unexpected move, he pushed deeper, burring himself completly into you, not missing your sweet spot. The sound you made, the way you arched your back, throwing your head back, making him understand that he just found your g-spot.

"Here, huh?" He asked, not waiting for an answer, but simply rolling his hips into you, pushing his member deeper and deeper, hitting it rapidly, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-daddy..." you moaned, holding on his strong shoulders.

"Take it. Take my cock, like my little kitten, take it, my little whore, take all of my kittens, let my seed fill up your precious belly, making it round and full of my babies!" He growled low, reaching down to lick a side of your neck, letting go of his warm cum inside of you.

The feeling of his cock twitching into you, strands of cum filling your belly up... then you felt it. Seokjin sinked his fangs into your neck, marking you as his and sending you over the edges, the orgasm making your bidy shake.

Fucking his cum into you, Seokjin licked the mark he left on your neck, smiling and admiring it.

"Now you're mine" he mumbled, pulling his cock out, watching the cum leaking out of your hole, to privide his words.

Author's note: Blessed be every anon who sends me a Seokjin request!👏🏾👏👏🏻

Heyooo, Seokjin, soft dom, also very fluffy? I got a picture in my head that it's morning, cuddly, but ends up with some fluffy smut? 고마워~

Roses and musk. You could feel their scent everywhere. You lifted up your face from your boyfriend's chest, groaning feeling the bright light coming from the window. His chest moved, shaking of laugh and giggles.

"Too early?" He asked, with a hoarse voice, a playful smile playing on his lips. You groaned, pushing your face back to his bare chest, hidding your face of the morning light. Mmm, musk. So this was from the musk scent was coming from. Stroking your nose on his chest, you mumbled:

"You changed your perfume..." and took a huge sniff of it. Jin giggled, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one resting on your hip. You peeked at his beautiful face, still hidden at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling heavy of the good sleep he got last night, his hair messy. Your gaze trailed to his red lips. Getting on top of him, you capturated his bottom lip between yours, gently tugging and sucking on it, making him whimper,not expecting it.

His lips were so full this morning, tempting you to suck on them for hours. As if he read you mind, Seokjin cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing you closer of his mouth, positionating you on top of him, right on his morning wood. Your mouth collided, your lips and tongue danced in tandem, fighting for dominance, until he took control over you and your hips.

With one hand inn your hair, pulling you closer to his mouth, to kiss you breathless, Seokjin guided the movements of your hips, causing your folds to stroke up and down his shaft. You let out a breathless moan, holding on his shoulders, when, with a slow move, he pushed his cock inside, down to base.

"D-Damn, how are you so wet already..." he groaned, his breath hitting your lips, a snap of his hips making you moan out loud. You tried on moving your hips, to get up and sit on his cock, but he pulled you back to him, pulling your hair softly, making you close your eyes and moan. His other hand spanked you ass cheek, grabing the soft flesh into his large hand.

"Let your daddy take care of you, my little Y/N." He whispered, before starting to roll his hips into you, trying to find your spot. While your moans were filling the room, your walls clenched around him, provoking him to push deeper into you.

"O-oh!" You exhaled, eyes wide open. Seokjin smirked. "Did I hit it?" He teased, throwing your head back to attach his soft lips to your skin. He didn even wait for an answer, holding into you more, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses and hot breaths on your skin, Seokjin fastened his peace, pushing his hips against yours, using deep moves and rolls of his hips to drive you crazy and over the edge, sending you into an orgasm, your walls spasming fastly around his length. His cum filled you up.

Breathing hard, you tried to calm down, hiding your face to his neck. Musk again. But where was the roses scent coming from? Rising your head up, you were pleased to see a beautiful orange rose, right under your nose.

"Good morning, my princess." He said, placing a delicate kiss on your forhead.

Can I ask for jinnie our one and only moon jinnie for smth fluffy based on his look in this dynamite era? Thank you so much you're so lovely 🥺

You were feeling so awful. So awful and disappointed in yourself. You couldn't think of anything else but how Seokjin's face probably looked like when he realised you are not coming for his Dynamite photoshoot. You felt so bad, hoping you didn't cause him to mess up the photoshoot, because you called him exactly ten minutes before it started, announcing him how you were not sure if you can make it to his photoshoot.

You were so mad on yourself. Seokjin was always there for you, no matter what the difficulty of the problem was, he was there to sustain you, to hug you, to kiss and calm you down, every time you needed him. Now, you couldn't think of anything else, except such a bad girlfriend you were.

Opening the door to your shared apartment, you let your bag slide from your shoulder, on the floor, taking your shoes off. You lighted up the lights of your apartment and the sight left you breathless.

"Surprise!!!" Seokjin smiled at you. He was dressed up in light blue straight jeans, a wonderful and so expensive colourful shirt was embracing his strong shoulders and torso, giving him a whole disco vibe. Though his colourful and interesting shirt was supposed to capture all of the attention, the highlight of his pretty outfit was his shimmering belt, a brand one, as well as him.

"Come here, babygirl!" He said opening his arms for you to run into them, burrying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing his calming scent, making him smile and caress your hair and spine gently.

"I-I am so damn sorry, Jinnie, so sorry, you know how my boss always keeps me after hours, because she always finds something to scold me about- "

You were cut of by two soft lips pressed against yours. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his plump lips on your own ones, enjoying the well known sensation. You whimpered softly when he nibbled at the soft flesh, pulling it with his teeth, gently.

"Shut up, Y/N..." he muttered, holding you closer and kissing you with so much love and passion. You were practically melting if it wasn't for his strong hold around your waist. His lips and tongue were driving you crazy to the point you forgot what happened that day, you forgot even your own name. All you knew was Seokjin.

When he pulled away, you looked around the room and gasped. Your living room was decorated with sparkly, crazy colours, an old telephone was resting on the table, old games the teenager used to play in the period of 80's, the ones you only saw in the old movies and, oh God, a jukebox.

You let out an excited sound who ended up being more like a high pitched scream. "I can't belive it!!!" You said, spinning around the beautiful aranged room. Seokjin was staring at you, a beautiful and wide smile spreading on his handsome face. "Do you like it?" He asked. Nodding your head, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his thick neck. "Thank you! Thank you so much!!! But why did you do it??" You were curious.

"Because I knew how much you loved our new thematic. So if you can't bring the Prom Queen to her King, move the party in your apartment." He joked, making you pull his hair slightly, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"Now, let me show you some 80's moves."

Author's note: for my lovely Seokjinnie stan, who's also disappointed he didn't have enough lines in the new MV!😭🤧 I am sorry you waited this much, my day was pretty rough, BUT , I hope you enjoyed it!!! ILY♡ @itscalledgayhoney

[18:53 PM] from Jin

— You know I always joke when I say that my face is the prettiest around, but I think you are the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

delivered.

Tramp

Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.

Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, Crude humor, and Drug Use (Smoking)

Duos• Prostitute! Chubby Reader  x Actor! Seokjin

What A Woman Vol. 2

All men do is lie.

Cheat, and steal your heart just to leave a man-made gash in your chest, holding the pulsing muscle and stomping on it into the cement.

They think they own every little thing their filthy fingernails can touch, including people, especially you. This cloudy night is a prime example; tonight was gorgeous; you decide to treat yourself to lecherous men wallets, and you were living the limelight headed from party to party, snatching pitiful bastards paychecks like a debt collector.

It was all fine and dandy until a creep who couldn't take a hint and dose your drink, putting you in this predicament,

The toxins scorched your loins at an alarming rate to the point where moving becomes a choir. God, it felt as if you were on your last leg before collapsing.

" Hey! Are you alright!?" The male's voice inched closer with each prolonging blink. " Don't be afraid; I'm Jin." He cloaked his winter coat over your exposed plushy thighs; the scent of his sweet cologne penetrated your senses.

Those eyelids of yours weighed a ton; the pink plush of his lips was the only thing at eye level as you proceed to faint.

Tramp

Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.

Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, and Crude humor

Duos• Prostitute! Chubby! Reader x Actor! Kim Seokjin

🎂Happy Birthday, Handsome!🎂

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I Hate All Men But When (Vol. 1)- A heartbreaker (Vol. 3)

The harsh downpour halted your slumber. The sudden relaxation of being covered in plush unnerved you. The only thing you could recall is fleeing for that creep-the rest in a blurry mess. You felt strange..but not in a bad way, observing your surroundings was a quick reminder you weren't at your rinky-dink apartment.

No, this is beyond you or anything your lint fulled pockets can buy.

Take this um robe you wake up wearing for example from fabric and quality you can tell this handmade masterpiece probably wasn’t sold at your local Walmart.

A mesh maroon-colored robe with fur on the cuffs and bottom, something an old fashion movie star diva would wear when she killed her father then collected the insurance money.

Matter of fact this whole room has expensive taste. Of course, you have bigger and better things to worry about like who the hell’s home you are in but honestly, you’ve been in much nastier circumstances like that time with the Thailand Mafia boss-

“Thank goodness, You're finally awake. I thought you may have suffered a head injury.”

A well-dressed man perhaps in his mid-twenties appeared you carrying a tray of what you assume to be food. The man had almond-shaped eyes, a common haircut, rosy cheeks (likely from the cold winds outside.), and puffy red lips.

“You fainted” He explained. “ I was simply worried about you and brought you in to take aid your wounds.” He speaks so properly. “Nothing more.”

“And the change of clothes was for kicks-?”

“Here...it’s hot cocoa.” He carefully passed a sparkly purple mug to you. The sweet aroma was a punch in the face so much so you forget to blow before taking a sip.

“Hot! Hot!” but yummy.

A small chuckle squeaked out the man from your whipped cream mustache. The man gently wiped the residue away with a handkerchief.

“Listen, Mister if your looking for a good time because of this I don’t owe you jack.” You shoved his hand into his chest, ripping the covers off you to stand up.

“Be careful, You’re stitches may come loose-“ The man made the mistake of grabbing you by your arm.

“Hands off the merchandise!” You brutally kicked the man off the bed and on to harsh wooden floor.

“Aish!” He gasped at the already throbbing pain in his back.

You made a seat out of his abdomen. “ Don’t get me wrong, your very handsome but sometimes it’s the looker who be the real creeps.” Giving up close and personal you whispered against his ear. “And I’m not going down that road again.”

You step on his chest to hold him down as you got up. You stomped off.

You were mean as a rattlesnake but had the appearance of a kitten by size. Your voice was like velvet and beauty is unmistakable. The man saw you out in displeasure yet adored your eccentric walk.

A woman as bold as you only come once in a lifetime so the man cried out.

“You’ll freeze out.” Could you hear the desperation in his voice?

“I’ll manage” You rebuttal over your shoulder. “ What do you care anyway, handsome? We just met.”

“I just-Whoever tried to harm you still may be out there-”

“Second verse same as the first, Why do you give a good goddamn what happens to me.” This time you actually did turn around and what a sight it was.

The man’s face was redder than a beet and you could practically see his heart thumping through his silk pajamas and just off that look you got the gist of it.

“What. Do you have a crush on me or something?” You teased.

The man’s Adam's apple jumped. “You are very beautiful.” He shamelessly admitted. “It’s hard nowadays to find someone whose beauty somewhat rivals my own.” He dusts himself off. “ So yes. I have drawn a liking to you.”

You rolled your eyes but you that you think about it; this place is way better than being out in the cold. Maybe you should take him up on his offer.

“Well, Mister?” You paused for him to fill in the blank.

“Kim Seokjin but World Wide Handsome is preferred.”

Despite his answer, you called him, Jin. “Jin, I might as well keep you company since my schedule is free.” You fell back on his mattress.

“You must be hungry. I'll cook dinner.” Jin walked off mumbling something about not having enough ingredients for kimchi.

The last time you had home cooking was back in your youth before your life transferred you into the Queen of sluts that you are today.

It's only a matter of time until he finds out what you are and become like all the others but it's fun to play dress-up even if it's for just a night. Right?

my obsessive fan

╰┈➤ synopsis — Each story is a glimpse into what your life would entail if these seven were your obsessive fans.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.6k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, yandere behavior, stalker behavior, kidnapping, just the usual

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; GUYS HOBI DOESN’T ACTUALLY KILL HIMSELF!! i realize it kinda seems like he did but don’t worry he’s alright just a lil traumatized :)

—Kim Seokjin

Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky

The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve

One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever

Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation

She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered

Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut

An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form

Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own

Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant

He only cares to engage with them when it involves you

Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage

He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you

Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along

He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal

At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms

Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat

He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)

This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep

Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him

His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched

His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets

He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit

Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him

His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him

His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains

Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room

He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls

Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)

He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

—Min Yoongi

He’s your producer and songwriter

Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs

Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul

Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror

Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you

It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all

Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated

And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better

He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths

His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade

A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour

Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves

You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them

Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too

It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands

He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine 

Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since

Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second

Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote

An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn

It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio

He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips

Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions

When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk

His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material

He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him

Yoongi sees your life as a duet

Neither complete without the other

He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours

And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much

You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away

It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

—Jung Hoseok

In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another

Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep

Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines

He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you

His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks

Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic

When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card

Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found

Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long

Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace

He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you

Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth

His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks

A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas

His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion

Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours

His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils 

His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier

He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him

A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies

His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck

Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him

You make him so weak

Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure

Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise

After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament

The rainy nights that follow look something like this…

Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check

His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles

Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania

Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

—Kim Namjoon

You make Namjoon so curious

His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence

Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you

He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future

Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared

He keeps a binder stocked full of information

The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place

He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits

Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in

He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you

This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted

He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using

He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)

And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping

Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety

In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night

Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities

Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)

The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly

Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty

Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment

He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail

He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own

When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it

His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home

No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own

All this mania and madness is for you

The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

—Park Jimin

Jimin is your #1 fan

He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible

Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release

He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over

Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway

Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night

Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day

You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse

Park Jimin is so fucking jealous

He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad

He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you

They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss

He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth

His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets

Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this

Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state

Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination

The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest

However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie 

He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive

He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth

But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him

A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down

Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

—Kim Taehyung

Taehyung is your eternal shadow

He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night

Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease

His entire life revolves around you

You are his universe

The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper

A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes

By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook

This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you

After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again

The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity

He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you

Taehyung and you share the same silhouette

This is proven in the way he pursues your every move

His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch

The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye

He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls

So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours

As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient

This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault

He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake

His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable

His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind

Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain

He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences

He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state

He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you

“I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest

“You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer

“I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace

When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door

Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

—Jeon Jungkook

“You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”

Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy

It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind

Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow

Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter

Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes

Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you

He schedule practically matches yours too a tee

Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you

He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between

He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters

Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point

Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way

His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night

This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery

“Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up

Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart

The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops

Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night

The only solution to his misery comes to him in a disfigured dream

Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset

Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile

He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress

…His plans end up backfiring completely

The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak

“Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”

You think he doesn’t love you?

No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much

Why can’t you see it?

Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?

Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?

This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria 

Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor

Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love

His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness

Hours border on days as he lays limpless

He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-” 

Poor, pathetic Jungkook

All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind

Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains

Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish

He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other

So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm

He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)

When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion

You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight

The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso

The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own

“Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”

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When You’re Hurt

Ot7x Reader- BTS Reactions Pt.2

Summary: How each member reacts when you have been harmed or injured.

Warnings 🚨: Mentions of harm, mental health, accidents, and assault

Jimin

I hadn’t been in the best mood recently. I was extremely depressed and couldn’t get out of my funk. I sat around the house most days and did absolutely nothing; however, it was getting noticeable worse.

I was home alone when the depressive episode hit me like a truck. I got up off the couch and decided to go into the kitchen. I grabbed some cucumbers, mushrooms and cabbage and started chopping way. Cooking was the only thing that could cheer me up since it was what I was good at, but that wasn’t even working today.

Suddenly, I was back in my daze- spaced out from everything around me. My body jolted forward as a sharp pain rushed from my hand. I sliced my palm straight through the meat. Blood was gushing out so quickly that I didn’t have time to think.

I don’t like the sight of blood and typically get queasy just looking at it. I started to feel light headed. I grabbed the edge of the counter top, then everything went black.

I woke up in my bedroom with my hand wrapped tightly in a white bandage. Some blood was seeping out, but nothing compared to what happened earlier. I got out of the bed and walked into the living room. I could hear a scrub brush sawing at the floor in the kitchen. I slowly walked in the kitchen to see Jimin on his hands and knees cleaning up the spilled food and blood. He looked up at me surprised. He got up propping himself up with his knee.

“Y/N you should be resting not out here.” He grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek. I could feel his hand start rubbing up and down my back.

“Jimin what happened?”

“I honestly don’t know. Once I got home I saw you on the ground.” He paused for a moment to clear his throat. Jimin’s eyes were swelling up with tears. “I was so scared. Seeing you helpless on the floor. You’d been so down recently and I thought.” He trailed off. My heart sank into my chest.

I turned to face him, stroking his cheek with my free hand. “I would never leave you that way.” He held me in a tight embrace. He pulled away and I used my thumb to move the tears off his cheek.

“Y/N I need you to get better so I don’t lose you. This can’t happen again. I can’t lose you.” I shook my head in agreement. He kissed me one more time, as he walked away he cleared his throat to get his composure back. He got back to cleaning the floor.

“I love you.” Jimin looked up at me and smiled.

“Get your rest. I’ll be in there to take care of you once I get done.” I nodded my head yes and walked back to the bedroom.

Jin

I was on my way home when all of a sudden I felt someone following me. That feeling when you know you aren’t alone. I turned the corner and was met by a dead end. The figure stopped the moment I stopped waiting for me. I turned around and booked it. I moved my feet as fast as I could past him, but he grabbed my waist and stared to laugh. He ripped my shirt and cover my mouth with their hand. I tried to scream but was shoved to the ground. I slammed my knee against the concrete, but I refused to go without a fight.

He bent down and I kicked him in the jaw. I immediately took off running. I let my body guide me to where I was trying to go.

I opened the door to my apartment. Once I hurriedly locked the door I broke down crying. Jin must have heard me because I heard his footsteps rush over to me. He tried to calm me and grabbed my arm to help me get back on my feet. I could tell he noticed my torn shirt and bloody knee. Jin sat me on the couch. All I could do was cry hysterically.

Jin didn’t ask any questions. He moved me into the bathroom and helped me get out of my torn clothes. He fixed up my knee and got me a fresh pair of sweats. I began to calm down some after several hours. My body had been in shock. I honestly was lost for words. I don’t know how or when, but we were back in the living and Jin was standing in front of me near the tv.

“What happened Y/N?” I couldn’t help but to start to get chocked up.

“I was coming home and someone grabbed me and he umm… he tried to… you know.” I began to sob again. Jin rushed to my side and held me. He didn’t say a word, he only held me. We sat in silence for what felt like hours until he spoke.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you. I promise” Jin said quietly. I looked at him and shook my head to signal that I understood. “Anything you need, I’ll be here for you.” I faintly smiled. His presence was more than enough. For the rest of the night he sat with me and made sure I ate. Whatever I needed he was there.

V

I was at the coffee shop when all of a sudden some man came up behind me ripping my purse from off my shoulder, nearly dragging me with it. I ended up catching my fall only to hear a snap come from my wrist. I grabbed it in pain. Not only was my wrist broken but my purse was stolen.

I sat in the hospital as the doctors gave me the news I had already predicted earlier. My wrist was broken in two places. I sat on the hospital bed waiting for them to wrap my arm for the cast.

Taehyung walked into my room stunned. He hugged me so tightly that i couldn’t breathe. I winced out in pain and I pointed down at my wrist to show him he was holding me too tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. What happened?” I took a deep sigh.

“Robbery gone.” His eyes widen.

“Robbery? Are you okay? Did anything else happen?” Taehyung began speaking a mile a minute. I grabbed his shoulder to get him to stop.

“Tae, I’m safe and I’m okay.” He sat on the hospital bed and waited with me. The doctors came in and wrapped my arm in a cast. Taehyung kept kissing my cheek and reassuring me the entire time. I was one to express his affection and it felt nice. Once we were done he took great care of me for the rest of the day. He made sure all the credit cards were canceled and that I didn’t get my cast wet.

We laid in bed cuddled up watching a movie. All things considered, I had a great day that was spent with Tae. He was amazing through it all and I almost forgot the events that happened this morning. Tae paused the movie abruptly and I looked up at him.

“I hate that that happened to you today and I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be there and I wasn’t. I guess I am having a hard time dealing with that part.” I sat up.

“It’s not your fault Tae. I didn’t know it was going to happen. I’m okay though. A broken arm hurts but I’m okay.” I stroked his face and gave him a kiss. I noticed a tear swim down his cheek. He smiled at me and pulled me in closer. There wasn’t much he could do and we both knew that. He made me feel safe which was the most important thing to me.

RM

I had been getting threats online. It was nothing new, but it was messing with my mental health. Every hateful thing I was starting to believe about myself. I was becoming consumed with it all. I would get online and another comment about how horrible I looked or how RM could do better. Our relationship was not that public but even a rumor could get you hate.

Namjoon came home late as I starred in the distance waiting for him in the living room. Tears kept flowing down my cheeks, but I kept my eyes on the painting that consumed the wall. Namjoon walked over and kneeled down in front of me. I looked down at him and then back at the painting.

“It’s too much Joon.” He looked at me confused. I could see his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He saw that my phone was open and the long threat that knew every detail about me. The message expressed all the harm they wished upon me. Not all were mean, but this felt different. It broke me.

“I can’t Joon. I wanna give up.” I always struggled with certain thoughts and this kind of attention was making it worse. Joon picked me up and sat me on his lap. I cried into his shoulder. I could feel his heavy breathing as I listened to the pounding of his heart.

“Y/N it’s okay.” I felt extremely vulnerable to the point that it was embarrassing. Joon pulled me away. “I don’t want you reading these anymore. Okay? You are a great woman and I don’t need you believing this stuff.” He grabbed my phone and turned off the comment options.

“Joon, I’m sorry.” He held me tightly again. We sat there for about thirty minutes. I got off his lap and walked into the bedroom. He followed behind making sure I wasn’t alone for a second. That’s when he noticed the printed out messages. He read through them and shook his head in disbelief.

“I never knew it was this bad Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was ashamed. It’s been so much and I didn’t want to hurt you.” I sat down on the bed.

“I can handle this. I’m worried about you. I need you to be okay Y/N. I can take stuff like this, but you should have to.” Joon wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. “This won’t happen anymore.”

What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?- Jin Oneshot

Gif not mine

Prompt(s):

1. “Just let me do it!”

2. “I think I’m falling for you.”

3. “Sorry, won’t happen again.”

Pairing(s): Jin x Reader

Genre(s): Fluff

Summary: Fluffy little drabble where Y/N wants to make breakfast for Jin for once, but it turns out harder than she expected, especially to be quiet, and suddenly she’s teetering on the edge of the counter trying to reach the flour and Jin walks in to a disaster.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1.6K

It was one thing trying to surprise Jin with anything at all considering how innately in tune he is with how you think and work. It was a completely confounding task on a completely different spectrum trying to surprise Jin with any sort of meal.

Seokjin, for as long as you’ve known him, has always had a knack for the culinary arts, despite his childish and somewhat clumsy nature. With this natural ability, comes his insufferable point to always make food: breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, for you and refusal to let you anywhere near the kitchen when it comes to cooking.

On rare occasions, most of which being while he is away on tour or trips, you get the opportunity to test yourself despite the lack of practice due to your overbearing yet sweet boyfriend. Most of your solo escapades in the kitchen consist of baking simple sweets to take to the group when they get back, and while you know they aren’t even on the same level as some of Jin’s heavenly creations, all of the boys at least have the decency to amp up the theatrics when you eagerly await their review.

Except Jin, of course, who insists that the truth is better than any sugar coating he could provide, and with his honesty, sometimes comes frustration that you’ll never be able to impress him in a way that’s meaningful to him.

Which brings us back to this very moment. Jin arrived late last night after working hard for the past week. He was obviously incredibly exhausted and rightfully so, climbing into bed with you at 1 a.m., wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he snuggled his face into your shoulder. Within seconds he was out cold while you fought the urge to turn around, wake him, and ask him how everything had went. For now, you’d let him rest, and that’s when the idea struck.

By 8 a.m. he was still entirely knocked out, arms wrapped around your pillow to replace your body as you gently slipped form the bed, careful not to wake him. Slipping on your favorite pair of slippers and a robe to keep yourself warm in the chilly morning air, you glance over your shoulder to take a final peak at the man sleeping like a baby in your bed. He has always been beautiful, both inside and out, but there was something incredible ethereal about the way the early morning sun rays bathed his silhouette in a warm glow that had your heart melting in the cavity of your chest.

You tread carefully down the hall, cautious to all the creaks in the floorboards and objects that could knock over if you weren’t paying attention. Making your way into the kitchen, you take a moment to think about what exactly you were going to make Jin for this surprise breakfast you were eager to create. Settling on some homemade waffles with fruit and cream, you create a list in your mind of all the ingredients necessary so you could get them out at once to avoid prolonging the noise and risk of waking Jin.

Once everything was laid on the counter, you searched the cupboards as silently as possible until you found the waffle iron, pulling it from its place towards the back, and cringing at the minute dings and clangs it made, until it was resting gently along with the other supplies.

Just as you were about to kick things into gear, you notice the blatant mistake you’d made, forgetting the most important ingredient. Flour. A quick survey of the kitchen had you almost falling to the floor in despair thinking you were out of the damn stuff and all your effort would be a waste, but a second turn over shows the flour on one of the far shelves.

The highest shelf to be exact and you curse yourself for being short and Jin for most likely putting it there on purpose so you couldn’t reach it. However, this minor inconvenience was not about to deter your from your game plan. You were going to make Jin breakfast if it was the last thing you did, and god dammit it was going to be a nice surprise.

Unlike any sane or normal human being, you didn’t have a stool to get to the shelf because Jin insisted you’d never need one as long as he was around. So, you did the only somewhat-logical, somewhat-idiotic thing you could think of and clamber your way up onto the countertop, resting on your knees and reaching up as far as you could until you could just about touch the bag with your fingertips.

After an excruciating few seconds with no luck, you take a deep breath and force yourself up onto your feet as best you can, leaning towards the shelf to wrap your hand around the top of the bag. Just as you’re about to pull the darn thing from it’s hiding place, the clearing of a throat behind you catches you off guard, causing you to lose your balance on the edge of the counter.

You could hear the bag of flour tumble to the ground in a loud burst but instead of feeling the cold tile underneath your frame as you hit the ground, you come into contact with long arms and a firm chest. Jin reacted just in time to catch you on your descent ignoring the cloud of flour billowing into the air.

When you finally caught your breath, exhaling the one you’d held in during the fall, you turn to see Jin, large sly grin plastered to his smug face. It almost made you wish he had let you fall so you wouldn’t have to thank him for saving you from your idiotic mess.

Alas, he’d always be there to save you, because that’s what good boyfriends do, and he loves you too much to let you get hurt when he can avoid it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking over you from head to toe checking for any sign of injury. Not wanting to admit to your plan, you decide to take a humorous approach, figuring it could at least score you some make-up points if this ends poorly.

“I think I’m falling for you.” He bursts into laughter, holding you tight to him despite your effort to wriggle away. You’d been embarrassed in front of Jin before, countless times, but not when you were trying so hard to impress him. It just felt entirely too much to bear and you would rather bury yourself in a pile of blankets never to see the light of day again.

Jin wouldn’t let you though, because he knows how important it is to find humor in the worst of circumstances. He wouldn’t let you shut yourself off and wallow in humiliation when there was nothing to be ashamed about. There was nothing you could do to make him think you are anything less than uniquely perfect in your own way, especially because of the crazy things you do for him.

“Really? And here I thought you already loved me?” Jin’s face softens when he sees the red flush on your face, knowing how easily embarrassed you are about the smallest of things. His hand moves from your side to cup your chin, directing you to look him in the eyes even though he knows you don’t want to. You give in and stare up at him, a pout present on your lips.

“How about I help you clean this mess up and I make you some breakfast,” he asks sweetly, letting you out of his grasp to turn to the mess of flour on the floor. Before he can reach out to collect the busted bag, you’re slapping his hands away.

“No, just let me do it! I made the mess, I’ll clean it,” you cry, sweeping up the flour with your hands into a neat little pile to dispose of, “I just wanted to make you breakfast is all.”

Jin can’t help the twinge in his heart, the pout in your voice tugging at every single heartstring and sending a warm tingle through every nerve in his body. He knows how much you love to surprise him and it warms his heart knowing you’d go this far just to make him happy.

“Alright, then how about this,” you turn your attention from the floor to Jin, whose dusting his pajama pants off and heading to the closet, grabbing the broom and dustpan before padding back over to where you kneel on the ground, “I sweep this up while you make breakfast. It’s the least I can do for nearly giving you a heart attack.”

He beams at you, waiting for your answer as you lift yourself from the ground, swiping the bits of flour from your legs and hands.

“Alright, deal,” you say, a small smile forming on your lips as Jin walks past you to tackle the mess, but not before he lands a quick peck to your cheek.

As you get to work on breakfast and Jin finishes up sweeping the last remnants of flour from the floor, his voice rings out over the sizzle of the pan, “Just, next time, ask me to get the flour down for you, okay?”

A smirk plays at your lips, the soaring feeling from finally making Jin a meal for once fueling your body with adrenaline, so you counter playfully, “Or, you could stop putting it on the highest shelf so I won’t have to climb the counters to reach it?”

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling at your suggestion. Suddenly, his arms are wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the side of your neck. He places featherlight kisses to the sensitive skin at your nape, “Sorry, won’t happen again.”

Elder Vampire! Seokjin x Newborn Vampire! Reader: Blood is Red

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Part ii

A/n: You need to read the first part before you read this. Idk how this is, its short though. Hope its going good.

(In this AU just the bute doesn't change you, it kills you untill you are provided the blood of an pure blood vampire within a certain time to get turned... my au my rules 😛) There are gonna be mentions of blood and almost death so read with caution.

Summary: Namu clan has always been very strict and secretive as to whom they let into their clan. And go strictly by the rules of the Vampire Community as to never put a threat to their identity. What happens when Jimin finds a girl on the verge of death in an abandoned street.

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"Take this" You noticed Seokjin giving you a box "This is your new calling device, what do you call it.. um.. a Felltone?"

You smiled and said "You mean a Cell phone?"

"Ah yes" he said sitting beside you "How do you feel?"

"I feel..." You trailed off thinking if you should really tell him. Then again, you did feel comfort in Him "I don't really know how to feel Seokjin"

"Jin" he said

"What?"

"Call me Jin instead of Seokjin all the time" he said smiling "and its okay to feel confused but you can talk to me or the boys anytime okay? Isn't it time for your weaponry training?"

"Yeah. Thanks" you said.

"So which weapon do you thing you can master?"

"I feel comfortable with swords. Did fencing when I was very small." You said

"Thats also happens to be my speciality" Jin said.

"Wow then I'll have to fight you to see" you said smirking.

"Are you challenging me?" He asked

"What if I am?" You winked and walked to the training areas.

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"Do you miss anyone?" Jimin asked.

"I miss my friends Hosu and Ciel, we were in the same orphanage after my parents died. I worked at a cafe but I'm sure the owner thinks I'm dead, which I technically am" you said shrugging.

"Hey! We aren't dead! Well technically but still!" Jungkook said sitting on the rails infront of you.

You both laughed at the bunny boy. These moments that you spend with them after training has become a routine now. They always tried their best to make you feel welcomed, all of them did for the past 2 weeks. You also learnt various new things about the people here.

You learnt that the vampires live in small groups under the clans. Every clan has different leaders and rules but a few basic rules are always maintained that are a few Lords somewhere in Rome. You've also learnt that vampires are not actually different beings but just humans with a bit different condition. Namjoon took a good hour to explain that being a vampire is not being immortal, but extra mortal, the body gets heightened abilities, more durability and the aging process goes very slow, but the body systems are still working and thus the need to feed on blood comes to keep the body healthy. And also so that one doesn't attack random people. A newborn nedd more often feeding, but as time goes the gap between 2 feeds can be prolonged. You've been feeding from blood bags warmed in the microwave every other day.

You've learnt that the one which you're in is the Bangtan house and here resides the Clan leader of the Namu clan, the one which all these people belong to and you too. And there are more houses belonging to this clan around the country. And there are other clans as well. Yes, the clan leader of the Namu Clan is Kim Seokjin.

You also learnt even though he looks young, Jungkook as actually one of the oldest turned Vampire, followed by Namjoon and then Taehyung. Then their were the ones like Jin, Jimin and Jihyo who were born vampire.

You had been better at using your heightened senses, being able to detect things from far.

"Hi Tae" you said as Tae appeared.

"Ah! You detected me! I was so fast!" He said

"I told you my senses were good even for a normal human" you said shrugging.

"Okay. But Jin hyung is calling you downstairs" he said. On hearing the name you felt like their were butterflies in your stomach that your slow heart beat faster, and so many more. Why? You don't know.

"Okay" you said and skipped downstairs.

"Hey Jin" you said, he was in the kitchen, that's when you realised, it was the dine in night of the house and all the members of the house are supposed to be present at dinner tonight.

"Hey! Yn-ah" he said, his voice sounding like music to your ears.

Suddenly you saw something that left you. "J-J-Jin! Garlics!!!! What are you doing!" You shouted.

"Yeah? How else am I gonna make Jjajangmyeon?" He said surprised.

"But! But! Isn't garlic bad for vampires?" You said. And as soon as the words left your mouth Jin burst out in laughter.

"You... Belive.... That?!" He managed to say and laughed again. Strangely, his laughed sounded like the sound of windscreen wiper of your old car.

All of a sudden, you hear a loud sound, you saw Taehyung, Jihyo and Namjoon run in

"We-we're under attack!" Jihyo said.

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!

And Then He Was Gray (Part Three)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Swears, goddammit. Consumption of alcohol, bikinis and topless boys, pool party, JIHOPE, ass-grabbing, sexual tension x 7 billion, making out, JIN, JIN, AND MORE JIN.

Word Count: 1,943

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Three

Soyeon made me change first before changing into a skimpy, little navy blue bikini herself. “That barely covers your ass,” I advised as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Really?” she said, turning around and examining her butt. “Perfect.”

I rolled my eyes, quickly grabbing a lacy, kimono-type cover-up and throwing it over myself before Soyeon dragged us both out of the bedroom. Hobi and Jimin stumbled out of the bedroom next to us, giggling like crazy. Hobi reached out and grabbed a handful of Jimin’s ass, squeezing hard before capturing his boyfriend’s full lips in a passionate kiss.

“I need to get laid,” Soyeon sighed, causing them to break apart and laugh.

“Don’t worry, So-So,” Hobi said, winking. “You’ll get some tonight, I just know it. Bet you will too, Y/n.”

“Wh-What?” I stuttered.

“Jin likes you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Soyeon squealed. “Told you!”

“I seriously doubt that,” I muttered, thinking about our brief interaction in the basement. Would he still be interested after I acted so cold?

“Trust, Y/n. I just talked to him, and believe me when I say he’s never talked about a girl after meeting them the way he talked about you,” Hobi said. “He even remembered your name.”

Hobi gave me an up-down glance, smirking as he surveyed my bare legs and waist. “And when he sees you in that bikini, trust me, he’ll be all over you.”

“Eyes up here,” I snapped as Hobi’s eyes roamed over my cleavage.

“Hey,” Jimin protested.

Hobi tugged Jimin close to him. “Trust me babe, she’s not my type,” he murmured before sensually nipping at the skin of Jimin’s neck, causing his boyfriend to sigh in pleasure.

“You guys are something else,” I said, shaking my head.

We reached the backyard to see pretty much everyone else there, some sitting on the pool’s edge with just their feet in and others already swimming. Soyeon ran up to the pool and gracefully dove in. I looked to the side and saw Miyeon watching her, biting her lip as if trying to hold herself back as Soyeon emerged, hair slicked back. “Come on in,” she said, holding her hand out to Miyeon. “The water’s great!”

Miyeon hesitated before jumping in right beside Soyeon. “Atta girl,” I thought, smiling to myself. “Get some.”

I glanced around and noticed a couple of people were still missing. “Where are Taehyung and Yuqi?” I asked aloud as I sat and dipped a foot in the pool.

Jimin rolled his eyes, settling in on my right. “Where do you think?”

I shuddered. “Actually, I don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, it’s probably less scarring that way.”

Yoongi and Soojin were sitting on my left, quietly watching the others with her head on his shoulder, while Namjoon and Minnie were already in the hot tub, giggling and stealing kisses here and there. Jungkook and Shuhua were also nowhere to be seen, and neither was the one person I actually wanted to talk to.

I stood up, deciding to take a little walk. I got no more than ten feet away when he appeared in front of me in nothing but a pair of black swim shorts. Jin’s eyes slid down my body, starting from my eyes, catching on my partially-exposed breasts, then roaming down to my bare waist before flicking back up to my eyes. I’d never felt so exposed in my life. “Hey,” he said, taking a step closer. “Y/n, right?”

So much for remembering my name. “Yeah. Jin, right?”

“Right.”

Now it was my turn to check him out. My gaze roamed over his broad shoulders, lingering over his tight, toned abs, and the subtle lines of muscle that drew my eyes below his waistline. His perfect, pink mouth was drawn upwards in a smirk. I unconsciously bit my lip, thinking how good those lips would feel against my skin.

Jin drew close and pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “That’s my job,” he murmured. Heat flooded through me, wetting my core and causing every muscle in my body to clench.

I scoffed, pulling away slightly. “You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But I know about you. I make you nervous, yeah?”

I didn’t answer, my cheeks so hot they felt like they were on fire.

Leaning down, his lips lightly brushed against the shell of my ear. “Good,” he whispered. Tingles shot down my nerves, making me shiver despite the warm summer air.

Jin drew back, still smirking, and stalked over to the hot tub where everyone else had congregated. He sat, putting his feet in the bubbling water, before turning to look at me. He flicked his eyes to the ground next to him, and I swallowed hard before coming over and sitting where he indicated. Jin nonchalantly pressed his palm into the ground behind me, effectively pinning me to his side, as the group engulfed him in their conversation. Mesmerized, I watched his lips as he talked and melted under his smile as he laughed. “What about you, Y/n?” Namjoon asked.

“Wh-What?” I stuttered, tearing my gaze away from Jin.

“Where do you go to school?”

“Oh, I don’t. My family owns a restaurant, and I’m waiting for my brother to get back and help out so I can go to university. He’s been studying culinary arts out of the country. I’ll probably do the same.”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” Soojin said, speaking for the first time since we’d met. “I love cooking. What type of food does your restaurant serve?”

“Authentic Korean cuisine” I said proudly. “Have been for four generations now.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Next kick-back, you’re in charge of food,” Yoongi joked, pointing at me.

Everyone laughed and moved on to another topic, but Jin’s eyes never left my face. “I also love to cook,” he murmured.

“That’s… cool,” I said weakly. “Maybe sometime we could… cook for each other.” God, could I get any more pathetic? That was the lamest excuse for a date I’d ever thought up.

To my surprise, Jin smiled. “That sounds fun.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. I’d love to get to know you more.”

Before my blush could deepen any further, Jin leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Listen,” he murmured. “I’m gonna go inside and start cleaning up. I think the night is drawing to a close, and everyone else looks a little… busy.”

I turned, seeing Minnie and Namjoon kissing deeply, as well as noticing Yoongi’s hand tracing lazy circles over Soojin’s thigh as he murmured something in her ear. Soyeon was tugging Miyeon upright, giggling, and Jimin and Hobi were already walking towards the house, hands roaming all over each other.

I sighed. Just as I predicted. Everyone was pairing off, and I was left being the most single singleton there ever was. “Want to help me?” Jin asked.

I looked at him in surprise. “Sure.”

The water splashed as he withdrew his feet and stood up, holding out his hand to me. I grasped it, and he easily drew me upright. Once we were both standing, he didn’t let go of my fingers. I felt rather small next to him, but I think that had more to do with his overbearing sexual presence than our heights. Jin led the way, still holding my hand, opening the sliding glass door and slipping through. I followed, and we quietly started putting food into containers.

“I’m always the one cleaning up,” Jin sighed, breaking the silence. “Everyone else is so wrapped up in their SO’s, they wouldn’t even notice if the food sat out all night.”

I chuckled. “I believe it.”

Once the food was put away, Jin turned and leaned against the counter, his hands grasping the edge of it behind him. I had to turn away once I realized his torso was still bare. The temptation of his abs drawing taut and his arm muscles flexing was almost too much to bear. “I-I should probably get h-home,” I stuttered. “Soyeon said she might stay the night, I’ll just text her and–”

“Turn around,” he commanded, cutting me off.

I couldn’t disobey even if I wanted to, but I still kept my eyes on the ground.

“Look at me.”

I bit my lip as I looked up into Jin’s dark, piercing eyes. He closed the distance between us in one stride and once again pressed his thumb into my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Didn’t I say that was my job?” he said, his tone stern.

“Fuck,” I thought, feeling my legs turn to jelly. He knew. There was no way he didn’t know.

“Don’t bite your lip again… unless you want to be punished.”

I shook my head fiercely, feeling myself slip. “No, I-I’ll be good.”

Jin smirked. “I know you will.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and squeezed, lifting me onto the counter. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he murmured, nudging my thighs apart with a knee, his dark eyes boring into mine as he pressed his body into my core.

“Y-Yes,” I stuttered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Jin.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “C’mon, baby girl. I know you know what I want to be called.”

I gulped, hoping my voice wouldn’t come out as shaky as I felt. “Yes… Sir.”

Jin let out a deep groan. “Good girl.”

He leaned down and pressed his full lips against my neck, flicking his tongue out for a taste and causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. I threw my head back and moaned.

“Do you know your colors?” Jin murmured against my skin.

I nodded, unable to speak from finally obtaining the pleasure I didn’t know I’d been craving. “Words, baby girl,” he muttered before tracing his tongue over my sweet spot once more.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I do.”

“What’s your color now?”

“Green. So green it’s not even funny.”

Jin chuckled before drawing back and pressing his forehead to mine. “I knew you were my type of girl the second I laid eyes on you,” he murmured. “My friends have been trying to get me with someone ever since my break-up over a year ago. Unfortunately, none of those girls ever understood my needs.”

“I do,” I said breathlessly. “I know exactly what you need.”

Jin was so close now our breathes intermingled every time we exhaled. His gaze flickered between my lips and my eyes as he hooked his fingers under the fabric of my cover-up and slid it slowly down my shoulders. I shivered and gasped as air hit my bare skin. Jin was in total control of the situation, and he knew it. I saw how he relished in the way he was making me desperately compliant.

Finally, Jin grasped the back of my neck and kissed me, completely enveloping my lips with his full, pink ones. The push and pull between my mouth and his settled into a steady rhythm as we hungrily devoured each other, our thirst finally being quenched after what felt like miles of desert. Each time his lips met mine, Jin flicked out his tongue to taste me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his middle, eliciting a groan from him as I drew him as close as possible. His hands slid up and down my naked waist, dipping down to my hips, then around my body to squeeze my barely-covered ass.

“Hey guys.”

We broke apart, and despite me roughly pushing Jin away in embarrassment, he kept his arms firmly wrapped around me.

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BWAHAHA who do you think interrupted them?? 😏 Part Four is here!

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new year’s eve kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

boyfriend things // the first date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“I pay half your cable bill. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

→ Pairing: boy next door!Jin x generally annoyed!reader 

→ word count: 3.5k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, Jin is a flustered mess, Namjoon makes an appearance, fluffiest fluff to fluff [I mean it lol], although ~spicy~ Jin is in the works lol

→ a/n: 3rd summer request! requested by @delacyrose224​; a photo of your request will be at the bottom. I hope you enjoy!

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It was odd since the very beginning.

           You liked – loved – your apartment. Located on the outskirts of Seoul, your fourth floor apartment was really nice. You had a beautiful view of the city from your kitchen, one that never failed to make your heart race.

The view from your living room, though…

           “Could you turn it up?”

           It’s not so much a view as it is an invitation for your annoying neighbor to intrude in your life at every possible chance. You roll your eyes a bit at the sound of Kim Seokjin’s voice drifting through your open window. In your opinion, it’s all too familiar by now.

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Cheap Seats

“I pay half your cable bill. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

→ Pairing: boy next door!Jin x generally annoyed!reader 

→ word count: 3.5k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, Jin is a flustered mess, Namjoon makes an appearance, fluffiest fluff to fluff [I mean it lol], although ~spicy~ Jin is in the works lol

→ a/n: 3rd summer request! requested by @delacyrose224​; a photo of your request will be at the bottom. I hope you enjoy!

–

It was odd since the very beginning.

           You liked – loved – your apartment. Located on the outskirts of Seoul, your fourth floor apartment was really nice. You had a beautiful view of the city from your kitchen, one that never failed to make your heart race.

The view from your living room, though…

           “Could you turn it up?”

           It’s not so much a view as it is an invitation for your annoying neighbor to intrude in your life at every possible chance. You roll your eyes a bit at the sound of Kim Seokjin’s voice drifting through your open window. In your opinion, it’s all too familiar by now.

Weiterlesen

Cheap Seats

“I pay half your cable bill. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

→ Pairing: boy next door!Jin x generally annoyed!reader 

→ word count: 3.5k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, Jin is a flustered mess, Namjoon makes an appearance, fluffiest fluff to fluff [I mean it lol], although ~spicy~ Jin is in the works lol

→ a/n: 3rd summer request! requested by @delacyrose224​; a photo of your request will be at the bottom. I hope you enjoy!

–

It was odd since the very beginning.

           You liked – loved – your apartment. Located on the outskirts of Seoul, your fourth floor apartment was really nice. You had a beautiful view of the city from your kitchen, one that never failed to make your heart race.

The view from your living room, though…

           “Could you turn it up?”

           It’s not so much a view as it is an invitation for your annoying neighbor to intrude in your life at every possible chance. You roll your eyes a bit at the sound of Kim Seokjin’s voice drifting through your open window. In your opinion, it’s all too familiar by now.

Weiterlesen

Bookverse - BTS × HP Fic's

Sobre as histórias: Todas as histórias acontecem no Universo Harry Potter | As histórias de todos os membros se conectam, mas é possível ler os membros isolados | apesar de ser no universo de HP, o próprio menino de ouro nem é tão relevante assim | Personagens que estão mortos na saga original podem aparecer (só vamos seguindo.)

📜 Escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts

Prezado/a Sr/a

Temos o prazer de convidar v.Sa à escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts, para acompanhar alguns de nossos alunos em suas aventuras pelo castelo.

Estamos anexando a lista dos jovens que irão conviver, e suas respectivas casas.

Atenciosamente,

Minerva McGonagall, diretora.

🦁 Kim Seokjin • 🐍Min yoongi • 🦨Jung Hoseok • 🐦‍⬛Kim Namjoon

🐍Park Jimin • 🐦‍⬛Kim Taehyung • 🦁Jeon Junghook

0.1 Jeon Jungkook Grifinório x Leitora Sonserina

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK¹ 🔮 Amortentia | J.JK²

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK³

0.2 NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹ 🔮Poção do Ódio | K.NJ²

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ³

0.3 Coming Soon

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