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….the way jimin looks so done is kILLING ME
JiKook is on the up and up! My heart is happy! 😍
Ships
Week Ending May 29th, 2018
1. Klance +1 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender 2. IronStrange +1 Iron Man & Dr. Strange, the Marvel universe 3. Bellarke −2 Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin, The 100 4. Jikook +4 Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook, BTS 5. Phan +1 Daniel Howell & Phil Lester, YouTubers 6. Spideypool +10 Spider-Man & Deadpool, the Marvel universe 7. Reylo +4 Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe 8. Stucky −1 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe 9. Tododeku +6 Todoroki Shouto & Midoriya Izuku, Boku No Hero Academia 10. Thorki −1 Thor & Loki, the Marvel universe 11. Supercorp +2 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl 12. Choni −8 Cheryl Blossom & Toni Topaz, Riverdale 13. Malec −8 Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood, Shadowhunters 14. Kiribaku +3 Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki, Boku No Hero Academia 15. Stony −3 Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, the Marvel universe 16. Destiel −2 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural 17. Taekook +1 Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook, BTS 18. McHanzo +1 Jesse McCree & Hanzo Shimada, Overwatch 19. Cablepool Cable & Deadpool, Deadpool 2 20. Camren Camila Cabello & Lauren Jauregui, Fifth Harmony
The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last week.
Anon’s off her rocker. 🙄
YOUR SHIP IS DEAD DID YOU SEE THAT JUNGKOOK WAS WEARING TAE'S JEANS JACKET? WHILE TAE WASNT WEARING IT ? HA HA HA WE BEEN KNEW IT
1:41 A.M.
Waiting for Jungkook was a lot like waiting for the sun to come up after a dark night. You were always anticipating it, counting the seconds till sunrise.
You blink at the screen of your TV with teary eyes, and you register that you fell asleep again. The movie playing was nothing short of a pathetic distraction, a dead attempt to make you stay awake.
You shouldn't be awake, you shouldn't be waiting, but you are. The worry for your boyfriend and the fear of being alone removes all rational thoughts from your mind, and you register that maybe, you have gone a little crazy.
Jungkook was practicing the choreography for BTS' upcoming comeback, and you already knew from personal experience that your perfectionist boyfriend is fully capable of staying awake till 5 am for the sole purpose of nailing that one detail he feels he didn't deliver well.
Yet, you were still here. Comeback after comeback, you were still waiting. And you always will. That's the thing you have to sacrifice dating the most perfect guy in the world. Your sleep, and maybe also a little bit of your sanity.
The sound of a key sliding into the lock, the turn of a knob. You're tired, too tired to raise your head from its place against the couch cushions.
The sound of footsteps, of keys being placed on the kitchen counter. A sigh of exhaustion, then water coming from a faucet. Probably Jungkook washing his face after a long day of sweating profusely.
You let your eyes flutter open, trying to focus on the blurry figure of your boyfriend, who hasn't noticed you yet.
You shift on the leather of the couch, sliding just slightly along it, too weak to even use your voice to call your lover. Jungkook stops in his place, turning around, eyes widening when he sees your curled up figure.
"Y/N??", His voice is tired, hoarse from lack of water and continuous physical activity. He walks towards you slowly, limbs dragging across your carpeted floor until he reaches the foot of the couch, hovering above you.
His hands reach for your face, gently pushing away the messy hair framing your face, and the rush of air he lets out of his mouth gives you the feeling that maybe is was worth staying awake, just it hear that breath of coming back to life.
You nuzzle into Jungkook's palm slightly, looking at him with half-shut eyes as he stares back at you, eyes so soft that you almost melt in to the sofa, his mere presence radiating warmth and security.
Jungkook doesn't say a word, doesn't ask why you're awake, why you stayed up. You've had this conversation before countless of times, even fought about it, and you appreciated your lover for pushing his own worries for you aside and letting you take care of him for once. Or at least try to.
"Come here", you mumble to your boyfriend, letting your hands reach out to him, grabbing the hem of his sweat-soaked t-shirt lightly.
"I'm sweaty, baby", he protests, covering your hand with his own gently, trying to release the material of his top from your grip. "Let me just-"
But you're stubborn, and you've waited long enough to cuddle with your boyfriend. Honestly, you couldn't care less about sweat when it was Jungkook.
You whine, pulling him towards you with force you didn't know you had, and the raven haired man lets out a noise of surprise when he almost topples on you, barely managing to stop himself by placing his hand on the armrest.
"I don't care, just want you", you say to the older's wide doe eyes, hoping you managed to look even a bit demanding in your bleary state.
There's a soft smile on Jungkook's face when he studies you, your cute glare and the pout on your mouth he so desperately wants to kiss.
He wants to drop on the couch and hug you just as much as you, but he couldn't stay like this, wet and sticky with his boots and his jeans clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
"How about this", he suggests in a soft voice, "You count to a hundred, and I promise I'll be back till you finish."
You think over the idea for a second, wanting so badly just to hold your boyfriend in your arms, but also considering his comfort, and how unhealthy it is to sleep in his state.
"Okay.", You say with a sigh, barely able to hide your smile when your boyfriend lets out a victorious cry, pumping his fist in an exaggerated manner. "But you better come back.", You warn, unable to hide the slight fear tinging your voice.
Jungkook's expression turns serious immediately, dark eyes locking with yours and causing shivers to course through your whole body, always so affected by anything he does.
Your boyfriend leans down to kiss you, so gentle you could cry. It's a tired kiss, one that tastes like Jungkook's sweat and your mint toothpaste. It's a kiss that speaks a thousand words, that pumps enough energy in your body to reach for Jungkook's neck, your hands tangling in his soft hair on their own accord.
"I'll always come back to you, Y/N."
Love at first sight (sign)- Jeon Jungkook
You shouldn't be so nervous to be at a fansign, but judging by the loud beating of your heart and the slight shake of your hands, you are.
It was pathetic really, especially since you didn't even stan the idols this fansign was for, but the shorter the line got, taking you one step closer to your destination, the more jittery you became. It must be the dozens of squealing, crying fans around you.
The reason you were here was because you recently moved to South Korea, more specifically to Seoul, to study at the University of Seoul, one of the best universities in Asia. Your sister happened to be a major fan of BTS, some boy group, and although you had no idea who they were, you did know she loved them too much for her own good.
So you thought that a good present for her 16th birthday would be a signed album from her favorite band, with personally-written messages inside. If only you knew that it would cost this much, you maybe would have changed your mind, but what's done is done.
You get ripped out of your thoughts when someone taps you on the shoulder, and you turn around, coming face to face with a young Korean girl, her black eyes filled with confusion. "Umm… it's your turn", she says, pointing toward the long wooden table in front of you, where the members of BTS were sitting by.
You blush, mumbling a quick apology before stepping forward, your legs leading you on their own to the first member, a pale man with mint hair, slightly parted on his forehead.
Although you don't know any of them, or even listen to their music, you know that BTS is huge, in South Korea and in the world in general. And judging by their looks alone, you can definitely see why.
"Hello", the man sends you a small smile, his sharp dark eyes noticing immediately that you were a foreigner, your eyes and tanned skin giving it away.
You smile back, trying not to look as flustered as you feel, bowing to the other man as you place your sister's album in front of him. "Hello", you say back, a year living in Seoul and studying beforehand giving you enough skills to successfully communicate.
"Ah, you know Korean, what a relief!", the man laughs slightly, his mouth stretching to reveal the most adorable gummy smile, the hesitance previously shown on his face gone.
You laugh at the other's reaction, introducing yourself quickly before explaining about your sister, and making small talk with Yoongi, who is a lot less intimidating than you had thought.
After you move on from Suga, who waves at you cutely as you move on, you pass the rest of the members one by one, not forgetting your sister's bias, Jimin, who's eyes turn into cute crescents when you tell him about your sister's immense love for him.
Before you know it, you've reached the last one, and the idea is surprisingly saddening. The guys of BTS are so much more humble and easy-going than you expected, and you must admit that Jimin is a charmer, just like your sister said.
"Hello", the soft, manly voice makes you raise your head, and you feel your heart drop to your underwear when you meet the dark doe eyes of the guy. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Jungkook".
The young man in front of you is gorgeous, and annoyingly, looks exactly like your type. Chocolate brown hair, pushed away from his small face to reveal dark eyebrows and piercing black eyes with a jawline that could kill. His mouth was stretched into a sweet smile, like a bunny, his upper teeth showing cutely, but he still looked ridiculously manly, with the piercings in his ears and the assortment of colorful tattoos on his hand.
You feel your face heat up, looking to the ground when you realize you've been staring blankly at the other, too caught up in his beauty. When you bring your eyes back, you're surprised to see there is a dark blush high on Jungkook's cheeks, his eyes swimming with an unknown emotion when he looks at you fiddling with the belt on your jeans, embarrassed.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N.", you finally answer, handing the now almost fully signed album to the older, trying to ignore the electricity you feel when your fingers brush, even when you see Jungkook's own eyes widen at the feeling.
"You're not from Korea, are you? Although you know Korean very well…", Jungkook asks, his face adorably confused as he looks at you, his eyes scanning your dark skin and wavy hair, clearly not Korean.
"No, I'm a foreigner but I study in Seoul. I'm here because of my younger sister, she's a huge fan of you guys.", you explain, the conversation with Jungkook flowing even easier than with the other members.
There's a look in Jungkook's eyes, almost as if he was just as flustered as you are, and maybe you just imagined it, but it seems like when you giggle at something he says, his eyes lock on you, burning into your skin when you laugh into the palm of your hand, pushing your dark locks behind your ear.
When the guard tells you to move along it almost makes you want to scream, because something about you and Jungkook feels so eeringly right, like you were meant to be.
Jungkook takes your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he rocks them back and forth, staring into your eyes, and you feel yourself falling, so deep you can't get out.
He must have done it to countless girls and boys before you, but for some reason you let yourself believe that the look in Jungkook's eyes means something different, that he found you just like you found him.
"I'll see you around?"
Jungkook as your boyfriend:
● Y'all know Jungkook is MAJOR bf material
● The cutest bean uwu
● At the start of your relationship he was probably a bit awkward
● The poor guy is so inexperienced he forgot what it's like talking to a girl who isn't doing his makeup lol
● Is scared to do something you won't like so he's always really careful with his words and actions
● Eventually he'll ease into it and become the shameless loving crackhead you know today
● But sometimes he'll still get a little shy
● Whenever he says something too cheesy or makes a cute mistake or you compliment him
● Always has the cutest bunny smile during these moments
● Always puts your needs before his own
● If you're a foreigner, he'll spend hours learning your native language
● Even though you know Korean and you have no problem communicating uwu
● Makes sure you're eating well and sleeping enough
● Even when he's on diets and sleeps two hours a day max :(
● Always insists to help you even if you don't need it
● "Y/N, let me help you"
● "Babe, I'm combing my hair..?"
● Is always ready to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are whenever you get insecure about your body and talents :'(
● Is legitimately confused why you would ever be insecure in the first place
● When he is insecure tho
● You just tell him the harsh truth
● That he's the world's cutest, most talented and golden bunny, and he's precious to ARMY and to his members uwu
● Tells you he loves you at least a hundred times a day just to see you blush and avoid his eyes cutely
● His favorite thing is making you laugh
● Loves it when you make him laugh as well
● He's an hilarious person so he doesn't have to try much to succeed
● Loves to make funny faces at you during one of your fake-serious banters
● You two have a shit ton of private jokes (wtf is funny about a plastic cup????)
● You live on sending each other memes and stupid videos of people falling down stairs lmfao
● You two are severe crackheads oof
● It's very likely to find the two of you awake at 3 am having a dance party or karaoke after too much wine
● Constantly having tickle fights, wrestling matches, pillow fights, what not
● Do not forget that JK is a savage little shit
● And that doesn't change because you are his girlfriend *sigh*
● Teases you about everything and anything
● Places things high up on purpose just so he can show up later with his chest puffed out and take it down for you with a smirk
● "Did I hear a damsel in distress?"
● But makes sure not to take it too far uwu
● This kid is competitive af omg
● A relationship with him means turning everything into some race or bet
● "I bet I can finish this hot dog faster than you"
● "Whoever brushes their teeth faster gets to shower first!"
● You see this a lot when the two of you game as well
● There is no way you can date Jeon Jungkook without playing Overwatch at least once lol
● Video game tournaments
● He wins most of the time but if he'll ever lose it's because he let you smh
● Is competitive also when it comes to other people
● Always has to prove to you that he's the best and that you made the right choice dating him
● Like you would ever doubt that pffft
● Whenever someone impresses you Jungkook would just jump out and be like
● "That's pretty cool, but did you see the new move I learned?" *breaks neck*
● Going to a fun fair would just be you going back home with a truckload of plushies from Jungkook winning in all the booths kfkfkd
● Dates with him are so cute and fun
● He loves taking you out sm
● It doesn't matter if it's movie night, ramen dates, dinner dates, lunch dates, beach dates, amusement park dates, coffee dates, workout dates, study dates, ice-skating dates
● Jungkook's inner child always comes out with you
● Probably because he never really got the time to be a real child :(
● You're the only person aside from his members and family who gets to see the real him
● He's so whipped for you
● Literal heart eyes
● Can't stop staring at you with twinkling eyes and a wide bunny smile
● When you catch him he'll look away and blush but he'll feel satisfied when he sees you blush as well uwu
● He finds everything you do adorable and can't help but send you bashful laughs and affectionate gazes
● even if he won't admit it kkk
● Compliments you all the time
● Compliments about your looks, your outfits, your smallest, most insignificant achievements uwu
● Always notices the small things about you that no one else does
● "Wow, Y/N, these new earrings look so good on you, babe"
● Basically Jungkook loves to spoil you hehe
● Buys you presents all the damn time
● You don't encourage him to do so because you hate feeling like he's your sugar daddy or smth and you aren't with him from his money
● But he just can't help it when he sees something he knows you'll like
● Spends more time shopping for you than for himself
● But it's all worth the gleam of excitement in your eyes when you see his presents
● Even if you playfully slap him and pout
● "I told you to stop wasting money on me!"
● Also makes you his own personal presents uwu
● Usually gives you them before he goes on tour to cheer you up
● Anything from portraits of you he drew secretly, to paintings of beautiful landscapes, to songs he wrote for you, to a collage of pictures you took of you
● Jungkook loves taking pictures and videos of you
● Takes snaps of you secretly cause he knows you're shy uwu
● His camera roll and gallery is entirely filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating, laughing, smiling, staring, talking, etc…
● Plus cute selfies and candid shots of the two of you with huge grins and arms wrapped around each other
● And memey selfies of the two of you that you would literally bury yourself if anyone would find lol
● Also has little, random videos of you just scrolling on your phone or something
● "Y/N, look at mee~~"
● It's really hard when Jungkook leaves for tour for both of you
● Late night video calls almost every day
● Even when Kook is after a concert, with his eyelids sticking to each other like glue π-π
● Calls you half asleep and the two of you just talk about meaningless stuff until one of you falls asleep uwu
● Sends you snaps all day of him and the guys and everything they're doing
● Does it so you'll see he's having fun and staying healthy
● Wants you to do the same so you send him selfies of you and your boring university lifestyle
● He insists that he finds it interesting and that he wants to see your face
● "I can't be deprived of touching you and seeing you! It's too much."
● Doesn't answer texts ever so you mostly communicate through phone/video calls and snaps/memes
● When he comes back from tour you wait for him at the airport
● His face lights up when he sees you and he smiles so wide π-π
● No matter how exhausted he is he runs to you like a lighting bolt
● Hugs you tightly and twirls you around while the other members watch fondly
● One of the few times he'll agree to so much PDA
● Usually he doesn't really like being too touchy in public
● But he always holds your hand just to make sure you're next to him, safe and sound uwu
● Brings you so much souvenirs from his trip abroad to make you feel like you were there with him
● Snow globes, magnets, clothes, key chains, plushies…
● All of it to remind you he thought about you every single day he was away
● When you're together you're so domestic
● If it's making food together, Jungkook teaching you BTS' newest choreo, working out, or even cleaning the house together
● Nothing's boring with Jungkook
● He's a whole different person when you're alone
● Calls you sweet nicknames like "baby", "babe", "jagi", "princess" and "angel"
● He's singing all day so it feels like your constantly stuck in "The Greatest Showman"
● But you can't really complain cause Gukkie's sweet honey voice is your favourite thing to hear
● Sometimes he'll talk to you in songs only to piss you off
● But most of the time he'll sing to you when you can't sleep or when you feel sad or sick
● He'll comb his hands through your hair gently while he sings to you softly *heart-attack*
● Picks you up all the time
● It might be because he loves to prove that he's strong enough to protect you and cherish you
● But also because he loves hearing your shrieks of surprise and soft laughter
● Piggybacks on the street, carrying you bridal style around the house, lifting you up like a baby in his arms when you playfully fight and twirling you around
● Just all the time really
● "Okay, okay, I'm sorry~~ Please let me down"
● Because you live together when he's in Korea you're always stealing his clothes
● He pretends to not like it and demands you to give it back to him
● But if you're ever cold or in the need of some clothing he'll be the first to throw you his wardrobe
● His slightly possessive nature feeds off seeing you all small and soft in his clothes
● It probably turns him on tbh
● Because of this he has a big thing for couple items as well
● Whether it's outfits, phone cases, lockscreens, accessories, and eventually jewelry (like promise rings uwu)
● Brags about you to the members 24/7
● "Look at this picture I took of Y/N when she wasn't looking! Isn't she the prettiest?"
● "Hyung, did you hear that Y/N was voted for best student in her class? Wah, I was really so impressed! She's a genius."
● The members high-key tease him for it and say it's annoying
● But they secretly think it's adorable how happy you make him and adore you so much for it fr
● You getting along with the rest of the members so well makes Jungkook really happy
● Even though he might get too protective sometimes
● Gets jealous often and is horrible at hiding it despite not saying it directly smh
● Watches from afar when you laugh at something Taehyung says, pinching his cheek lightly
● His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tonguing his cheek like he always does when he's jealous
● Eventually he has enough and comes over to you
● Pecks your cheek or pulls you to sit in his lap and tells everyone about the date you have planned for tomorrow
● "So, me and Y/N are planning to go to a picnic tomorrow at Han river…"
● And you're trying so hard not to smile cause he's just being so obvious and you find it cute
● A few time his jealousy leads to fights tho
● Fighting with Jungkook in general is a rare occurrence
● But when you do fight it can get pretty bad
● Rather than shouting or losing his temper, Jungkook tends to shut himself off when the fight is serious
● He stays quiet and talks only when it's necessary
● "Whatever" "Do what you want"
● It's mostly because he's afraid to say something he'll regret later
● He'll probably leave the apartment and go to the gym/studio/dorm room to calm down and clear his head
● Because both of you have big egos, it might take a few days to make up
● If Jungkook's at fault, he will eventually swallow his pride and apologize to you
● If it were the other way around tho
● You're not going to hear a word from him until you admit you were at fault
● No matter how much it'll hurt him to be away from you
● Even after the fight is over it might take a little time for things to go back to how they were
● Because Jungkook's pride and insecurities might get in the way of him approaching you
● But with enough patience you'll be back to being the inseparable couple you were before
● In case you think I forgot
● Skinship is a must in your relationship
● Jungkook loves to cuddle with you
● He's always the big spoon, with his hands underneath your (his) shirt, just gently caressing the skin of your stomach and hips
● Or with you laying on top of his chest, legs tangled together
● A lot of times cuddling leads to heated make out sessions and even more
● When he's troubled or exhausted he likes to nuzzle his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck and just breathe you in
● Tight hugs when you see each other after a while with his hands pressing your face to his chest protectively
● Back hugs are a must obviously
● Creeps up behind you when you're working and scares the frick out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist
● Loves forehead kisses because it's another opportunity to boast about how tall he is smh
● Also cheek kisses, nose kisses, ear kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses and lip kisses ofc lol
● Kisses you out of the blue and then pretends like nothing happened
● "Sorry, I couldn't help it"
● Lots of sweet, soft, loving kisses uwu
● Has a thing for nibbling/biting you (mostly your earlobe/bottom lip/fingers)
● Loves giving hickeys oml
● It fits his possessive nature perfectly
● The more people know you belong to him, the better
● Loves when you sit in his lap skdjd
● He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you closer so he can place his chin on your shoulder, occasionally leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders
● Also into cuter things like poking your cheeks when you do something cute, ruffling your hair, tickling you and pinching your cheeks and bopping your nose.
● When it comes to bed, Jungkook is definitely a dom
● Just like he is on stage kdkck
● Puts your pleasure before his own and makes sure you're a 10474859% with whatever he's doing beforehand
● Sex after a fight or after he gets jealous and needs to remind himself you're only his
● Dirty talk ahhhh
● He can also be soft tho
● Like when he's making love to you omg my hearteu
● Whispering praises and sweet words in your ear
● Staring into your eyes with his dark, intense ones
● Moans alot and likes it when you do too
● Occasionally he lets you have the upper hand
● Doesn't spend too much time on aftercare because he wants to go back to holding you as quickly as possible
● The two of you fall asleep naked with your bodies completely tangled together
● Also likes showering with you
● less in a sexual way and more as another opportunity to pamper you
● Scrubs you carefully and puts shampoo for you
● Uses soap foam to grow you a fake beard this boi srsly
● Basically he loves you like no one else and you're destined to be
● The best boi there is <3
When BTS meet you for the first time:
Kim Seokjin:
Jin runs a pale hand through his short black hair, nodding absentmindedly to the staff he sees on his way down the hallway, his familiar polite smile spread across his face.
He has a long and intense day of dance practice ahead of him, a day he couldn't start properly without his daily cup of coffee and a sweet pastry from the company's coffee shop.
Pushing the simple glass door with the palm of his hand, Jin steps into the small, cozy restaurant, the small golden bell above his head signaling his arrival with a tinkle.
"Good morning", Jin says, bowing lightly at the different staff members and workers sitting around the round oak tables filling the shop, the space soon filled with various greetings towards him.
The room is filled with a strong smell of coffee beans and melted chocolate and sweet baked treats, and the young man breaths in the delicious scent with satisfaction, looking around the softly lit room, with the dangling yellow lights shining like stars in the sky and the colorful pictures and motivational quotes hanging on the walls.
Seokjin had always found this place calming and homey, with the soft piano music playing in the background and the wide glass windows showing off the busy street mere metres away from the shop, adding to the other-wordly atmosphere.
Sitting down at his usual spot in the edge of the cafe, Seokjin slips off his black jacket, revealing the simple white t-shirt under it as he carelessly flings the piece of clothing across the empty chair beside him.
It was hot inside the coffee shop, nothing like the weather outside, with the winter starting and the winds blowing, causing the people on the street to cuddle even closer into their thin coats and sweaters.
"Hello and welcome to our coffee shop. How can I help you?", Jin is surprised at the sound of the soft, feminine voice coming from in front of him, his head snapping upwards to stare at the young waitress in front of him with wide eyes.
Jin was a hundred percent sure that this waitress was working here for less than a week, since he hasn't since her before, and everyone here knew who Jin was and what he orders by heart thanks to his frequent visits.
Also, judging by her skin color and slight accent, the girl in front of him was a foreigner. Seokjin couldn't help but let his eyes linger one second too long on the girl's shiny, long hair, twinkling dark orbs, and plump pink lips, before clearing his throat loudly and smiling slightly.
"Hello", he replies, trying to stay calm despite the increasing race of his heart the longer he looked at the beautiful young woman. "I'd like an Americano and a purple sweet potato cake, please".
The younger girl nods, bowing her head slightly before turning to walk back to the kitchen, Seokjin's eyes following her lithe figure until it disappears behind the simple white door.
Staring outside, Seokjin stares at the people rushing past the window, their eyes trained on the ground underneath them or locked on their phone screen. The image of the girl doesn't fade from Jin's mind, unfortunately, and he wonders why he can't stop repeating the image of the foreigner's stunning smile.
"Here you go, sir", Seokjin's startled out of his thoughts at the sound of the soft, quiet voice, a steaming mug of brown liquid placed in front of him, the froth on top drawn carefully into the shape of a heart, and a pretty porcelain plate, holding a small, bright purple muffin, wisps of steam still coming out of it.
"Thank you", the dark-haired man says, eyeing the petite girl for another second, before clearing his throat nervously, causing the girl to stop just as she was about to leave the table.
"I'm sorry, do you want anything else?", the girl's pretty face is sporting a soft pink blush now, and she's fiddling with her fingers nervously, placing them on top of her simple turquoise dress shirt.
Before he can think it over, Jin is shaking his head quickly, making sure to send the girl a genuine smile to calm her down, before saying: "No, no, I was just wondering… Are you new here?"
The young woman seems to blush even harder at that, laughing sweetly in something akin to relief, and Seokjin can feel his own smile widen at the sound of the twinkling giggle. "Is it that obvious?", she mumbles, tucking a strand of dark hair that managed to escape her tight ponytail.
"It is for someone who's here nearly every single day", Seokjin says with amusement, finally catching the waitress' gaze when she lifts her head up to meet his eyes.
"I'm Kim Seokjin", he introduces himself, reaching out one of his long hands to the other, watching as she sends one of her own tanned ones to shake his, her smile now looking shy and bashful, yet just as beautiful.
"I'm Y/L/N Y/N", she introduces herself, and Seokjin can't help but smile even wider at the other's name, happy to get one step closer to knowing more about the mystery girl.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N", Seokjin says, trying to ignore the warmth seeping through the girl's hand, tightening the hold on her hand just a little bit more. "I think we'll be seeing each other a lot more from now on".
Min Yoongi:
Yoongi enters the music bar, pulling his black snapback even lower on his head as he shuffles through the bustling entrance, trying to draw as least attention to himself as possible.
Going to a packed bar by yourself as an idol was in no means a good idea, but Suga was having a serious writer's block that was killing him, and sometimes the best way to deal with that is to just be a normal person.
Nobody should be able to recognize him, not with the hat covering his shiny silver hair, the mask drawn up to his nose, and the simple black clothes, yet the young man could still feel the buzz of anxiety in his body, mixed with an unexplainable excitement.
Honestly, Suga could already feel some of his inspiration coming back to him just by entering the small bar, his eyes immediately scanning the dark space, the colorful lights hanging above the drinking bar, the assortment of chattering men and women sitting around long black counters and smooth round tables, or swaying lightly to the jazz music playing on the large black speakers.
Walking over to the ginger-haired barista, Yoongi asks for a bottle of soju, bowing in thanks when the woman hands over the ice-cold green bottle with a smile, and heads for one of the empty tables at the back of the bar, facing the small stage built for amateur karaoke singers and the occasional guest artist.
Sitting on the hard wooden chair, Yoongi takes a long sip of his drink, sighing with satisfaction at the burn of the alcohol in his throat, filling his stomach with the familiar warmth he was seeking.
He examines the groups of friends, probably university students celebrating the start of the weekend, talking loudly and laughing boisterously. He watches lone people like himself, nursuring glasses of alcohol to their chest, and imagines why they are here, their story. He stares at sweet couples with envy, admiring the way the man tightens his hold around his girlfriend's waist possessively, proudly telling the world who she belongs to.
The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts, and he thinks he never turned his head as fast as he did right now, his eyes catching the girl standing on the stage immediately.
She's beautiful, magnificent even, and the bar seems to quiet down significantly when she starts to sing, as if the world itself was holding its breath. She's wearing a simple black mini dress, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders, and her hair is cascading down her shoulder like a waterfall of darkness, swallowing Yoongi whole.
Her stage presence is incredible, even the way she holds the small black microphone radiating some sort of silent power, and Suga can't help but stare with awe, letting the girl's soft voice sweep him away like the wind.
It feels like everything and nothing at all, and even though the song is English and he can't understand half of the words, the melodic voice of the mystery singer is enough to make Yoongi shake with emotion, his hands grabbing the bottom of the table to steady himself.
It seems like hours, or maybe seconds, before the girl is done, her sentimental expression changing into a beautiful smile as she bows to the cheering crowd bashfully, her aura nothing like the powerful, heartbroken one from seconds before.
Yoongi can't even stop himself from getting out of his seat, his feet unconsciously making their way after the young woman, his thoughts jumbled and he doesn't even know what he's going to say to her, for God's sakes. (Maybe, "you're my muse?")
Either way, he's walking, grabbing the other's hand before he can even think of the consequences, and she's turning around, even more bright up close, like a star in a sky full of clouds, and then he's saying: "I'm Min Yoongi".
The girl is smiling now once again, and it's a kind smile, even though it seems a bit confused, and she nods her head, Yoongi's eyes following her as if in trance. "Umm… Nice to meet you, Min Yoongi. I'm Y/L/N Y/N".
Somehow, even her name inspires him, and Suga can't help but break into a smile, pulling down his face mask to reveal the gummies peaking through his pink lips. "Y/L/N Y/N. It's nice to meet you, too".
Jung Hoseok:
Jung Hoseok strolls through the wide expanses of bright green grass, the white bucket hat on his head not doing much to hide the sunlight streaming through the tall oak trees in the park.
It's a nice day outside, the perfect day to take a walk around the lovely park next to the Bighit company building, and J-hope was enjoying the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun as he walks, letting his mind wander off his idol life and different responsibilities.
BTS was very busy lately, and being one of the writers and choreographers of their newest album, and an important member, J-hope could practically feel Bang PD breathing down his neck these days.
Humming softly to the song playing on the white airpods in his ears, "Make it Mine" by Jason Mraz, the brown-haired man matches his light steps to the upbeat tune, letting his eyes flutter shut when a refreshing wind brushes past him, ruffling his thin white t-shirt and loose gray knee-long pants.
A soft brush against his leg makes J-hope let out a shriek of surprise, his eyes opening at once as he jumps back, the hat on his head almost falling to the ground beneath him.
There's a small creature at the spot where Hoseok was a few moments ago, a cute white Pomeranian, tiny enough to fit in Hoseok's arms easily, looking like a female version of Yeontan.
The dog is looking at J-hope with interest, an almost confused expression on its face, like he can't imagine why the human in front of him would ever be scared of him, and J-hope lets out a sigh of relief, crouching down to the furry animal's height.
"Hey, buddy", he says with a gentle smile, running a warm hand through the dog's soft white coat, "Did I scare you? You scared me, too", he chuckles, examining the dog's well-kept appearance and light pink leather collar with a golden clasp. This dog obviously has an owner, and a good one at that.
"Where's your owner? Hmm?", Hoseok asks, raising his head to look around the mostly empty park and then back to the dog, who was still looking at him with intelligent black eyes, answering by licking the palm of J-hope's hand with his small pink tongue.
Before J-hope can check the collar, maybe look for a name or a phone number on the other side, there are footsteps approaching him quickly, and then a girl is crouching on the ground next to him, gathering the dog into her hands with mumbled apologies to J-hope and frantic kisses to her pet.
She's young, maybe a few years younger than J-hope, and a foreigner, if her appearance and accent were anything to go by. She was wearing a simple beige shirt tucked into faded mom jeans and mustard-colored sneakers, and her hair streamed down her back in dark waves, strands of it covering her face from her run a few moments ago.
"I'm so sorry", she repeats again, finally releasing the dog in her arms and turning to J-hope, her dark eyes wide with sincerity and a dark blush high on her cheeks as she bows her head multiple times, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of her.
"It's fine, really", Hoseok says with a laugh of reassurance, waving his hand to signal that he wasn't annoyed in any way. "Your dog is adorable. What's his name?"
The girl looks relieved, a deep sigh escaping her pink lips after seeing J-hope's gentle smile, and she smiles back, the shy gesture sending the young man's heart into a frenzy.
"It's a girl, actually.", she says with a grin, running a small hand through the dog's long fur, the pet purring in content at the feeling. "Her name is Bella".
"Nice name", J-hope says, blushing slightly before raising his head once again to look at the girl. "And what's yours?"
The girl seems flustered for a second, her eyes widening slightly before she smiles again, reaching her hand out towards J-hope's jittering figure. "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".
Breaking into a large grin at the sound of the answer, Hoseok doesn't hesitate to shake her hand back, feeling his body buzz with uncontained excitement at the feeling of girl's skin against his own. "Your name is even prettier. I'm J-hope."
Kim Namjoon:
Namjoon firmly believed that the best way to reduce stress was going book shopping, no matter how much teasing it earned him from the rest of the members.
Pushing his golden-rimmed glasses up his nose, RM runs his hand across the shelf of books, enjoying the feeling of the different covers against his skin, from old leather to fresh paper, the pages making a satisfying sound when they catch on his fingers.
Namjoon loves this. The smell of the wood shelves, the soft lamps washing the room in warm lighting, the flowery armchairs waiting to be sat on, the calming silence, the centuries of history and dreams this place is filled with.
He doesn't know what he's looking for, he never does, but he always finds it in the end, and right now his body is leading him deeper and deeper into the long aisles, where the books are older and thicker, the colorful book-covers fading into hues of black and brown.
As if on their own, his eyes are drawn to a particular book, bound in a thick leather cover, the words "Candide" engraved in the material in cursive writing, barely understood from RM's spot just a few metres away.
It didn't look any different from most of the novels in this section, yet Namjoon still finds himself fastening the pace of his walk, his hand reaching out to grab the worn out book before another hand appears in front of his own, a feminine hand with long, thin fingers and manicured nails colored a soft apricot.
Namjoon retracts his hand immediately from the warm touch before looking up, his eyes wide when he sees the pretty girl in front of him, smiling sheepishly.
Her hair is dark and long, falling over her shoulder in a simple braid. She's shorter than Namjoon, petite, with a small waist and baby face, and she's wearing a simple mint t-shirt with buttons, tucked into classy white dress pants and white sneakers.
"I'm sorry", she apologies with a kind smile, bowing at Namjoon quickly, "Take it. You were here first."
Namjoon is too fascinated by the girl to even answer, and he feels his face heat up when he realizes he's been staring at her dumbly for the past few seconds.
Laughing awkwardly, the tall man runs a hand through his chocolate brown hair, not even caring if he was messing it up, before gesturing towards the young woman. "No, no, it's fine. You can have it, I was just looking."
The young woman seems confused and slightly uncomfortable, staring at Namjoon with dark calculating eyes. "Are you sure? I've read this book already, so it's not a big deal."
'She's smart, too', Namjoon thinks, his heart racing even faster with the growing feeling that this girl was special.
"Me, too", he says with a dimpled smile, "But I get you. Masterpieces need to be read more than once", he jokes, enjoying the girl's gentle laughter in the quiet space.
"Exactly", she agrees, a comfortable silence falling between them before Namjoon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Can I ask… What's your name?", he questions hesitantly, hoping the girl can't see the blush on his cheeks in the dim light of the room.
The young woman smiles, and maybe it's just his imagination, but Namjoon swears the library seems less dusty and old, as if the girl revived the tired room with her joy. "Y/L/N Y/N. And you?".
"Kim Namjoon", the older man says, reaching his hand out to shake the girl's delicate one, the electricity he felt the first time he touched her changing into something warmer, like a pool of fire in his stomach, yet just as powerful. "It's nice to meet you."
Park Jimin:
Jimin stares at the mirror of the changing room, trying to resist the urge to run a hand through his currently pink hair, already set to perfection by his hair stylist, who would very much not appreciate her hard work being ruined.
He's already wearing the clothes for their "Boy with Love" performance on the BBMA's: an elegant black suit jacket with a metal flower attached to the dash, matching dress pants, a simple white shirt, an assortment of silver jewelry on his ears and hands, and a pair of pink-tinted sunglasses to top it all off.
The only thing that was missing was his makeup, which was usually done as close as possible to the actual show, to avoid smudges and so on. In fact, the makeup artist should be here any minute now.
Jimin turns away from the mirror when he hears the sound of conversation outside his room, looking at the door curiously just as it opens and foreign girl enters the changing room, a small smile on her face.
She's pretty, Jimin notices immediately, with her petite yet curvy frame, the glossy, dark hair tied into a tight ponytail on the top of her head, the subtle makeup on her face, highlighting her delicate facial features, and her tanned skin.
She's wearing a simple black t-shirt, the kind you can find in any closet basically, tucked into ripped skinny jeans, and worn out white sneakers, yet she still looks better than Jimin feels.
"Hello, you must be Jimin-ssi.", she says in perfect Korean, bowing respectfully at the coral-haired man, who was still shocked at the fact that this beautiful foreigner is here, and knows Korean.
"I'm your new makeup artist, Y/L/N Y/N", the young woman continues, seemingly not noticing the idol's flustered state. "Should we get started?"
Jimin finally seems to get back to his senses, bowing his head lightly back at the makeup artist. His heart was still racing a hundred miles an hour, and he can't believe this girl will be mere centimeters away from his face in a few seconds.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N-ssi. Feel free to start whenever you're ready.", he says softly, smiling at the girl sweetly and feeling a small smirk form on his lips when Y/N blushes lightly, her gaze flitting to the floor when Jimin stares at her for a second too long.
Y/N nods, letting Jimin sit down at the black leather chair, in front of the mirror where bright lights are facing the young man, illuminating his skin and making it easier for her to see what she is doing.
Jimin can't help but shiver when Y/N crouches beside him, her head almost touching his own, and he resists the urge to scream because her dark, warm eyes are staring at him with so much focus, and he feels as if she can see straight into his soul.
He decides not to talk to the beautiful makeup artist right now, not wanting to distract her from her work, but he's relieved at the thought that she'll be working with them the rest of the time they're in the USA, guaranteeing plenty of opportunities to talk with the girl.
Y/L/N Y/N. Jimin knows he won't forget that name.
Kim Taehyung:
Taehyung was tired, even though no one would ever notice it. Although he usually enjoyed fansigns, their latest comeback, "ON", left him more exhausted than usual, and he hated himself for hardly being able to keep his eyes open.
Another fan passes by in a blink of an eye, squeezing his hands in her own tightly while shouting 'I love you' as she leaves, and Taehyung responds with his own wink and finger heart, making the young girl squeal, and for a second the young man forgets the exhaustion seeping through his bones, the immense love he feels for his fans overcoming all the other emotions, yet the guilt doesn't disappear.
He puts a cute flower crown on his hair, made out of an assortment of white and pink daisies, the colorful accessory looking even brighter against his curly black locks and black leather jacket.
Taehyung smiles when he hears his fans yell various compliments at the sight of him with the cute accessory, waving them hello and causing the screams to strengthen even more.
He's so busy with entertaining the fans, he doesn't even notice the girl in front of him until she's letting out a quiet 'hello', causing Taehyung to turn his head and face the young woman in front of him.
She's pretty, with a petite body tucked into a thin, tight white long-sleeved shirt and a short denim skirt, showcasing toned legs and a small waist.
Her hair is long and dark, falling to her waist in luscious waves, but the shiny curls don't look styled, as if this was her natural hair. Her eyes are big and dark, her face small and cute-looking, with a button nose and plump lips, and she's hugging BTS' newest album to her chest tightly, as if treasuring it.
It wasn't the first time Taehyung saw a beautiful fan at one of their fansigns. In fact, all of their fans looked gorgeous to him, but even when one catches his eye more than the rest, he was usually really good at hiding it, making sure to give everyone his equal attention.
But this girl, something about the look in her eyes, the way she tucks a dark strand behind her ear, the pink blush on her round cheeks, the way her hands shake when she hands the album over to Taehyung, eyes widening slightly when their fingers brush.
Taehyung was a professional, yet he finds himself smiling warmly at the girl, reaching out to her and intertwining their fingers, a feeling of euphoria rushing through his body when he feels the fan's soft skin against his own.
"Hello", he finally answers, tilting his head down slightly to try and catch the girl's eyes, which were continuously fleeting away from him. "Why are you hiding from me?"
The girl seems bewildered at the question, and Taehyung can't help but thinks it's adorable, the way her doe eyes widen slightly, pink lips opening in surprise to reveal a row of perfect white teeth, but he resists the urge to smile towards the girl, instead keeping a small pout on his face, pretending to be disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I'm just shy", the girl mumbles then, lifting her eyes up almost forcefully to meet Taehyung's, before they fall back to their locked hands after a second, making Taehyung finally let out a deep chuckle, his acting long forgotten.
"You'll regret it later if you won't look at me now. Plus, I want to see your face, too", Taehyung explains, smiling in satisfaction when the fangirl lifts her head once again after a moment of hesitation, keeping her eyes on the idol's determinantly, despite the darkening blush on her cheeks.
"Woo-hoo", Taehyung cheers, releasing their joined hands to clap them together loudly, and the young woman laughs, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, but V can still hear the giggles escaping her mouth, sweet and melodic, and he thinks how much he'd love to hear it again.
"Now that I can see your pretty face, I should probably ask for your name.", Taehyung says with a grin, and the girl bows her head respectfully before saying, "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".
Taehyung still doesn't quite know what he's going to do, but knowing the fan's name, knowing she loves him, lights a spark of hope in his chest. "To, Y/L/N Y/N…"
Jeon Jungkook:
Jungkook likes practicing at 5 a.m in the morning, even if it means waking up before the sun is awake, when it's still dark outside, stumbling into the elevator of Bighit and pressing blindly on all the buttons until he reaches the right floor.
But there is also some good in working out so early in the morning. On days like this, when Jungkook was practicing for BTS' upcoming album until 3 in the morning, it's pretty pointless going back to his apartment, only to come back a few hours later. It's a lot easier to stay in the building, sleep on the comfortable blue sofa, and wake up two hours later to do his daily workout, without any disturbances.
Pushing open the opaque glass door with the palm of his hand, Jungkook muffles another yawn in the sleeve of his oversized black t-shirt. He's still wearing his sweat-filled clothes from practice, with the black Nike sneakers and gray sweatpants, but it doesn't really matter if he's going to sweat again.
His eyesight is still blurry and filled with tears of sleep-loss when he hops on the treadmill, but after a few minutes of jogging with his mind in haze, Jungkook starts to come back to his senses, the familiar adrenaline pumping in his veins.
It's when Jungkook is doing his deadlift workout routine, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining and his black long hair matted to his forehead with sweat, that the door to the gym opens suddenly, and Jungkook almost drops the weights he was holding from the surprise.
Standing in the entrance is a young woman, around Jungkook's age or maybe even younger. Judging by the black leggings she's wearing, the white crop top and the matching white sneakers, all Nike, the girl came to workout, just like the maknae of BTS.
Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, strands of it framing her small face, and her eyes are wide with shock at the sight of the young, sweaty man in front of her.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you", she says quickly, before Jungkook can even think what to say, the dark-haired man too busy admiring the girl's obvious curves and now, the honey-like sound of her voice.
"I thought the gym would be empty at this hour… I'll go now, sir.", the girl exclaims, bowing to Jungkook deeply before she's turning around, and that's when Jungkook comes back to reality, placing the weights on the ground and ignoring the screaming pain in his whole body.
"Wait, don't go.", He shouts just as the girl steps outside of the gym, and she turns around, her eyebrows raised slightly in confusion when Jungkook blushes, scratching the back of his sheepishly.
"You work here, don't you?", he inquires, relief seeping through his veins when the young woman nods, responding: "I'm actually new here. I work as one of the producers for BTS."
"Well, lucky for you, I'm Jungkook from BTS", Jungkook says, a small smile appearing at his face at the display of horror on the girl's face, "And this gym is for the use of the staff too, so…", he gestures to the vast space around vaguely, hoping he doesn't sound too hopeful when he waits for the producer to answer.
To his slight surprise, the woman steps into the room after a moment of hesitation, shouldering off her black Nike duffle bag and letting it fall to the ground. "Thank you, Jungkook-ssi", she says politely, bowing once again, a cute blush covering her cheeks like fairy dust.
Jungkook can feel himself blushing as well, the need to turn his head when he sees the young woman start to stretch overwhelming, so he clears his throat, taking a long gulp of water before saying. "It's no problem, Producer…?", his voice trails off slightly, and the woman smiles at him through the mirrors lining the walls, her bright grin and sparkly eyes forcing Jungkook to look away, his ears burning.
"Y/L/N Y/N, sir", she responds, and Jungkook hums in understanding, putting the cap back on the water bottle and examining the slight shake in his hand in distaste. So much for being a worldwide famous idol, when he couldn't even talk to a girl.
"Well… Welcome to Bighit, Y/L/N Y/N. I hope we'll be together for a long time.", Jungkook congratulates with a sincere smile. 'In more ways than one', he thinks.
Masterlist:
NCT:
IMAGINES:
“Pancakes and Lazy Mornings”- Na Jaemin
“Before I go to sleep, I imagine you’re by my side”- Lee Haechan
“All you are is all I’ll ever need”- Lee Mark
“Love is like a roller-coaster”- Park Jisung
PROMPTS:
Haechan as your boyfriend
NCT Dream as your BFF’s
Lucas as your boyfriend
Wayv as your classmates
REACTIONS:
NCT 127- Reaction to your aeygo
NCT Dream- Reaction to you wanting to cuddle
NCT- Reaction to you being small
NCT- Reaction to a member catching you making out
WayV- Reaction to you being insecure about your body
NCT Dream- Reaction to you being clumsy
NCT 127- Reaction to you jamming to their songs
NCT Dream reaction to you calling them petnames
NCT Dream reaction to you wearing a sexy outfit
WayV when you wear their clothes
TIME STAMPS:
9:54 P.M.- Park Jisung
10:03 P.M.- Lee Haechan
BTS:
TIME STAMPS:
7:19 A.M.- Jeon Jungkook
1:41 A.M.- Jeon Jungkook
REACTIONS:
Reaction to you being drunk
Reaction to you crying
Reaction to you calling them “oppa”
Reaction to you hurting yourself by accident
When they say “I love you” first
Reaction to you acting cute
Reaction to your first meeting
When they’re jealous
When you annoy them
When you’re pregnant
BTS on your first date
BTS when you prank them
BTS when you initiate skinship
BTS when you call them handsome
BTS when they meet your parents
BTS when you catch them staring at you
BTS when you argue/fight
BTS when you're lonely
BTS when they miss you during tour
BTS when you work out together
PROMPTS:
As your older brothers
Their favorite places to kiss you
During “locking arms with strangers” prank
Pick-up lines
Jungkook as your boyfriend
IMAGINES:
“My Mafia Girlfriend”- Kim Taehyung
“Love at first sight (sign)”- Jeon Jungkook
"In sickness and health, let me be yours"- Taekook
Stray Kids:
REACTIONS:
Reaction to you wearing their hoodie
Reaction to you falling asleep on them
Reaction to you accidentally cursing
Reaction to you back-hugging them
Reaction to you crying
ATEEZ:
REACTIONS:
ATEEZ when you have a nightmare
ATEEZ when you sit on their lap
ATEEZ when you're on your period
ATEEZ when you wear their clothes
ATEEZ when you flinch during an argument
Got7:
Reaction to you cursing
Got7 when they're missing you on tour
Reaction to you flinching during a fight
GOT7 when they are jealous
Tomorrow X Together:
REACTIONS:
TXT when you’re sick
TXT when you're short
TXT when you're a clingy, whiny drunk
TXT when you kiss for the first time
TXT when they meet your ex
Superm:
REACTIONS:
Superm when you're scared of horror movies
Superm reaction to you kissing them out of nowhere
Monsta X:
REACTIONS:
Monsta X when you fight
Enhypen:
REACTIONS:
Enhypen when they have a crush on you
Enhypen when you're having trouble sleeping
Enhypen reaction to your bad eating habits
Seventeen:
REACTIONS:
Seventeen reaction to you being shy
BTS when they’re jealous:
Kim Seokjin:
You run a hand down the material of your dress, inspecting your reflection in the mirror of your bedroom with concentration.
You had to admit you looked good, despite not being one to ever be satisfied with how you look. The apricot colored satin skirt clung to your thighs just right, the matching black shoulder less crop top showing just a sliver of your tanned skin, and your hair is cascading down your back in dark waves, shining underneath the white lights of your bedroom.
Usually, you didn't dress like this for a club, but today your best friend was celebrating her birthday, and you felt the need to look nice for this occasion.
"Love, have you seen my-", the soft voice you knew all too well ceases abruptly, and you turn around to face your boyfriend who's standing in the entrance to your room, his eyes wide and mouth slack.
"You good, Jinnie?", You ask gently, your voice slightly amused when Jin gulps, eyeing your body nervously before looking away, a pink blush dusting his cheeks cutely.
"Uh, yeah. You're going to Y/B/F/N's birthday, right? Remind me who's going to attend, I forgot.", Jin asks in a casual tone, moving around the room in search of whatever he came looking for.
You smirk to yourself, not even bothering to mention that you never told Seokjin who was coming to the party, but you find it cute that he's getting jealous, considering he's a pretty chill boyfriend most of the time.
"It's just a few friends, not anything big", you say with a dismissive wave, biting your lip to keep from smiling when your lover raises his head from where it was stuck in your shared closet, a dissatisfied expression on his handsome face at the sound of your answer.
"Like, girl friends, or friends from the male kind?", Jin continues with his questions, and you choke slightly at his not-so subtle wording, unable to stop yourself from chuckling now, covering your gloss-covered lips with the back of your hand as you laugh.
"Mostly girl friends, but there might be a few males as well", you answer, still giggling as you stare at the black-haired man's growing pout.
Seokjin sighs at that, getting up from his crouching position on the furry carpet covering the floor of the room, and walks towards you with his arms crossed in front of his chest protectively.
"Just- Be careful, okay? Text me when you're there so I know you're fine.", Seokjin requests gently, his hands coming to your shoulders, squeezing them gently as he stares at you with a hopeful expression.
You feel yourself soften a bit at the worry in your boyfriend's eyes, bringing your own hands up to cup his cheeks gently. "You have nothing to worry about, Jin. The guys all know I'm in a relationship, and they would never make a move on me, okay? I'll be fine."
Jin nods, looking a bit more relieved as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, causing you to close your eyes as you stay there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of your boyfriend's plump lips against your skin.
"You're really cute when you're jealous", you say teasingly when Seokjin pulls back, wiggling your eyebrows when he rolls his eyes at you. "I should do this more often".
Seokjin shakes his head at your teasing, pretending to be serious when he glares at you playfully, "The cuteness wears off after the first time, so I wouldn't recommend it", he says seriously.
You laugh, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips, when your phone rings, causing you to lean back and look at the screen, where the name of one of your friends was written, signaling you he's here to pick up.
"I have to go", you mumble, kissing Jin's cheek sweetly before grabbing your black leather purse, and walking out the door with your boyfriend following you close behind, seeing you to the door.
"Have fun, sweetie, but not too much. And I love you!", Jin calls after you, causing you to snort and shake your head, turning around to wave one last time at your lover. "I love you, too."
Min Yoongi:
You're staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, when someone in front of you clears his throat rather loudly.
Raising your head up in confusion, you're met with unfamiliar brown eyes and a tuft of raven hair, attached to a tanned face with a blinding smile. You definitely didn't know the young man in front of you, and you can feel uneasiness seep through your bones when the other doesn't make any move to walk away from you, smiling even brighter towards you.
"Um, hello?", you say awkwardly, breaking the stifling silence with a hesitant greeting and a small smile, hoping the guy would say what he wanted to say and leave.
"Hello", the guy replies in a cheery voice, his own smile not disappearing for a second as he gestures towards the wooden chair in front of you, his aura screaming confidence. "Can I sit here?"
You're dumbfounded, staring at the other man with your mouth slightly open. You were still hoping you were wrong, but the growing fear inside of you is telling you that this guy is flirting with you, and the timing literally couldn't be worse.
You tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, like you always do when you're nervous, and feel your cheeks turn bright red when you drop your hands back to your lap, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly.
"Actually-", "I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are", the guy doesn't even wait for your reply, and you choke slightly at the blatant comment, the absurdity of the situation taking you off guard.
Sure, you've been flirted with before, but none of them were quite as confident and honest as this young man, standing in front of you nonchalantly with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark blue slacks, his brown shirt fitting the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop.
Who flirts with people at a coffee shop these days, anyway? You weren't even dressed that nicely, opting for a simple white shirt tucked into black skinny jeans, and an old denim jacket.
You don't want to do this, since this guy didn't look harmful in the least, despite having a self esteem high enough to reach the clouds, but you didn't really have a choice, since Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, probably still waiting for your coffee orders to come out.
“Listen, I'm really sorry, but I have a-", "Jagiya, what's going on?", you turn around with surprise and relief, letting out an almost inaudible sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, holding two large cups in his arms, his eyes calm but undeniably cold.
There's a blank look on Yoongi's pale face, the look that got you slightly intimidated before you started dating and understood Min Yoongi was a huge ball of fluff in disguise. It was here now, but it wasn't directed towards you, your boyfriend's dark eyes locked on the stranger by your table.
Yoongi's looking cute as always, in a black-and-white knit sweater and blue jeans ripped at the knees. His chestnut brown hair is falling over his forehead messily, reflecting the warm lights in the cafe, and his pink lips are set into a thin line as he places your beverages on the round wooden table in front of you.
But despite his adorable looks, there's nothing adorable in the way Suga slips into his seat in front of you, sipping his black coffee slowly before looking up at the shocked guy.
"Did you need something?", your lover asks offhandedly, turning to the young man, and his voice doesn't reveal any emotion, but you can see the way his hands tighten just slightly around his cup, his delicate hands clenching.
"Uh…", the younger man stutters, his eyes flying between the two of you for a few seconds before he bows lightly, "I was just leaving, actually", he says with an awkward smile, before turning around and walking out of the shop stiffly.
You can't help but laugh, amazed by your boyfriend, who managed to render the young man who was so shamelessly flirting with you a few moments ago, into a stuttering mess without even trying.
Yoongi doesn't even address the situation, simply going back to sipping his coffee, but you know he's still jealous because he's avoiding your eyes, looking outside the glass windows of the cafe instead.
"I was just going to tell him I have a boyfriend", you say honestly, staring at your boyfriend so he can see how genuine you were, "But he didn't let me say a word, and I didn't want to make a scene."
Yoongi finally raises his eyes to look at you, and there's hidden warmth in them, the kind that tells you he's not really mad, not at you anyway. "It's not your fault", he says simply.
You breathe out in relief, knowing how closed off Suga can be sometimes when he's jealous, and reach your hands forward to intertwine them with Yoongi's, admiring the contrast in your skin colors. "Thank you for saving me from that dude."
"It's nothing", your boyfriend shrugs, playing it cool, but he's clearly enjoying the affectionate gesture, his thumbs stroking your knuckles fondly, and his cheeks sporting a pretty blush, your favorite gummy smile coming to view when you say, "My hero."
Jung Hoseok:
Knocking on the wooden door of the practice room, you stick your phone in the back pocket of your ripped boyfriend jeans as you wait for your boyfriend to come open the door.
"Coming!", an unconscious smile surfaces your face at the sound of the cheery voice you love so much, and you wait impatiently as the door is being unlocked, feet tapping on the marble ground.
"Y/Nieee~~", Hoseok is leaping on you in a second, wrapping his strong arms around you tightly as he lifts you up and swings you around, not even letting you enter the room before initiating his enthusiastic greeting.
You can't help but laugh, wrapping your own thin arms around your lover's neck and clinging to him tightly, not minding the sweat dripping down his skin when you bury your face in his neck, inhaling the familiar smell of hard-work and dedication.
"Hey, baby", you mutter with a smile when J-hope finally lowers you down, pushing the other's wet black bangs from his eyes gently, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, which he responds to with an appreciating hum.
"I missed you so much, jagi.", J-hope mumbles, a pout on his full lips, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest, because despite your boyfriend's eyes that were always gleaming with happiness, you knew that every comeback took a heavy toll on him, even if he didn't show it.
"Me too, Hobi", you reply sincerely, thumbing at the creases between your lover's eyebrows in an attempt to soothe him. "I thought I'd come by today to say hi, we didn't spend time together in a while".
Your boyfriend nods in agreement, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes brighten and he grabs your shoulders tightly, pulling you closer to him. "How about we go on a date today? Grab some dinner or go to some bar in the city?"
Your heart clenches even more, because there's nothing that you wouldn't want more, nothing you wouldn't do to keep that bright smile on your boyfriend's face, but…
"I'm so sorry babe, I sort of already planned to go to dinner with Y/B/F/N… I didn't think you'd be free today because of the comeback", you say sorrowfully, feeling even worse when J-hope's excited grin disappears, replaced with a look of disappointment.
"Oh", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking away from you, a frown on his face, and you immediately know your boyfriend's jealous, capable of reading him like an open book after dating for so long.
Not hesitating for a second, you cup your boyfriend's soft cheeks gently, forcing him to look at you in the eye. "You know that I love you the most, right? And if Y/F/B/N didn't reserve spots already, I'd be cancelling in a second."
You're relieved to see J-hope's smile come back as he rubs your noses together softly, chuckling under his breath. "I love you too, jagi. It's okay, we can go get dinner tomorrow. Just the two of us.", He says with a determined expression, and you laugh, standing on your tiptoes to press kisses all over his face, your heart beating with overwhelming adoration. "Deal."
Kim Namjoon:
You shut the door after entering your apartment, hugging the black jacket hanging off your shoulders even tighter around your torso as you shiver uncontrollably, the chill outside still running through your bones.
"Joon, I'm home", you say into the empty living room, sighing in relief at the warmth of your home which was slowly, yet surely, melting your frozen limbs.
"Coming, babe", you hear your boyfriend say, then the sound of water shutting off, hinting he probably just got out of the shower, and then your boyfriend's exiting the hallway leading to your bedroom in all his wet glory.
Namjoon's dirty blonde hair is wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead like glue, and his soft brown eyes are twinkling at the sight of you, the air around you getting even hotter at the sight of the man you love so dearly. Your lover's chest is shirtless, his defined pecs and biceps shining with crystal clear drops of water, and his gray sweatpants sit low on his hips.
"Hey, love", the toothy grin on your boyfriend's mouth is adorable, to say the least, but you're slightly confused when the sweet smile changes into a confused frown, RM's dark eyes staring at a particular spot around your upper body.
You're confused, staring down at your clothes in search of a stain or a rip, anything that would justify the searching gaze in Namjoon's eyes, but your ripped black denim jeans and big white turtleneck look exactly the same since you left the house.
"Is that sweater yours?", Namjoon asks, his tone casual, but you can hear the slight urgency in his voice and, oh, everything makes sense now.
"Oh, actually... Y/F/N gave me it before we left because he thought it was gonna rain. I'll probably give it back to him tomorrow", you say carefully, already knowing Namjoon isn't liking the kind gesture from your male friend.
Namjoon nods absentmindedly at your answer, and you frown slightly before walking forward and cupping his warm cheeks in your hands. "There's nothing to be jealous of, he was just trying to take care of me."
Your boyfriend frowns even more at that, his strong hands coming to wrap around your waist at their own accord, pressing his forehead to yours. "I should be the only one taking care of you", he protests, his deep voice and sweet words sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.
"You take care of me the best", you promise with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss the frown of your boyfriend's lips, leaving gentle pecks against his mouth until he smiles with defeat, pulling you closer to kiss you properly, his mouth warm and soft against yours.
The innocent kiss turns rather heated rather quickly, and you let Namjoon take off the thick jacket hugging your body, throwing it to the side without care as you laugh at the obvious intent in his actions, the immature side of him surfacing, and it's rather cute. And hot.
"Let me take care of you, then", Namjoon mumbles as he pulls back slightly, one hand cupping your nape gently while the other strokes your ribs, and the hidden meaning in his words sends your heart into a frenzy, you can't help but pull him even closer to kiss him again, desperate and loving. "Okay."
Park Jimin:
You're running your hand through Jimin's hair, whose head is in your lap, his eyes almost half-closed already as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers against your scalp, soothing him to a peaceful slumber.
"Who are you talking to?", your boyfriend mumbles, his voice hoarse from lack of use and tiredness, and you almost don't hear him, looking away from your phone to Jimin's soft face, his eyes now more open as he stares at you expectantly.
"Huh?", you ask, slightly distracted when the device in your hand lets out another ping, signaling the arrival of a new message, and you can't help but smile at the sight of the text, writing back quickly before shutting off the screen and looking down at Jimin once more.
"What were you saying, baby?", you ask, brushing the older's black hair away from his forehead gently so you can see his eyes better, which are currently trained at you with curiosity, his full lips set into a small pout.
"I asked who you were texting", Jimin says with his soft voice, sighing contentedly when you rub the space between his eyebrows gently. "You've been messaging each other for the last half hour", his tone isn't accusing in any way, but the jealousy is evident, if the puppy eyes and pout weren't obvious enough.
"Oh, it's just some guy from high school. We saw each other today by chance and exchanged numbers, we want to do this huge reunion with the whole grade.", you explain, your smile growing at the face Jimin makes when he hears it's a guy.
"Can I see?", Jimin asks, pushing himself up to a sitting position and wrapping his arms around your shoulders loosely, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he peers down at your phone, his warm breath tickling the side of your face.
You roll your eyes playfully, but hand the phone over to Jimin anyway after muttering a fond 'brat', letting the older hold the device in his hands as he scrolls through the messages slowly, his eyes searching.
He sits there for a while, in his oversized white t-shirt and red sweats, his hair falling over his face messily after you played with it for so long, before finally raising his head to look at you worriedly. "Are you sure he's not flirting with you?"
You snort at that, shaking your head before snatching the phone away from Jimin. "Pretty sure, unless he's decided to give up on his wife and kid for a girl he hasn't seen in nearly eight years", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms when Jimin smiles sheepishly, not even trying to hide his relief at the news.
"Sorry, babe", he says with a wide grin, not sounding remotely sorry, and you huff, trying to hide your own smile when Jimin leaps at you, tugging you down and into his chest, his arms holding you close as he kisses your head sweetly. "But I can't help it. Can't have somebody steal my princess."
Kim Taehyung:
"Let's go there!", you say excitedly, pulling on Taehyung's arm which is locked with yours as you notice another clothing store you definitely have to check.
Your boyfriend doesn't resist at all, simply chuckling under his breath as you tug him through the crowd of people swarming the shopping center, and towards the fancy entrance to the store, where a nicely dressed bodyguard is standing.
The guard takes one look at you and Taehyung and lets you in, bowing his head slightly when your boyfriend enters, and you're once again thankful for Taehyung's well-kept looks that guarantee him an easy entrance almost anywhere.
Your boyfriend is dressed today rather casually, with a wine-colored button up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks, but he somehow managed to stay the center of attention, drawing everyone's eyes like a magnet.
You don't really mind, not when you are the one Taehyung's arm is wrapped around, the only one who he smiles at so brightly, his lips stretching into a boxy grin before pressing the softest of kisses to your nose.
You enter the small yet luxurious space, letting your boyfriend, a fashion enthusiastic himself, wander through the men section while you rush to the women section, carding through heaps of colorful clothes and taking out the ones that catch your eye.
Just as you take out a soft satin baby-blue dress, you turn around happily, dying to go over to Taehyung and show him the lot you found, and you crash into another body in your rush.
You can feel your cheeks burn bright red when you retract yourself from the body holding you loosely around the wrist, preventing your fall, and raise your head to apologise when-
"Y/N?", the shocked voice of the man is undeniably familiar, your head snapping up to look in the wide brown eyes of the guy in front of you, who breaks into a wide grin at the sight of you.
"Y/F/N?", you're just as shocked, you're own smile surfacing at the sight of your friend, who you haven't seen in several months after he moved from Seoul. "What are the chances?"
You were currently in Daegu with Taehyung, staying at his family home, and as far as you know, your guy friend lived all the way in Busan, so the chances of you meeting in the particular store are indeed very small.
Y/F/N shrugs carelessly, and pulls you in once again to hug you, your own arms coming up to pat him on the back lightly, enjoying the unexpected reunion with your long-time friend.
Just as you're about to pull away and continue asking Y/F/N about his business in Daegu, there's a confused voice behind you, the deep timber of it all too recognizable to you. "Y/N?"
You turn around, meeting the lost puppy glance of your lover, whose hands are filled with an assortment of outfits, each one stranger than the other, although you're sure he can pull all of them off easily.
"Tae!", you wave your boyfriend over, watching him trudge over reluctantly before saying, "This is Y/F/N. My friend from uni.", you explain, having told Taehyung plenty of times about Y/F/N, who you always got in trouble with at the university.
"Oh", Taehyung says simply, his eyes glittering with slight distaste as he hands over his arm to your friend, a fake smile on his face. Taehyung was a good actor, but not good enough to fool you.
You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung, squeezing them lightly to try to calm him down and also remind him to behave and not scare away your friend, who looked increasingly uncomfortable in the situation.
"What are you doing here, anyway?", you ask in hopes of easing the tension, referring to your friend, your own fake smile spread on your face, although you're sure it's not half as good as Taehyung's.
"Oh, I just came to buy a present for my boyfriend.", the dark-haired guy answers with a soft smile, "It's our two year anniversary tomorrow", he explains as you hum, enjoying the awkward noise Taehyung lets out from his spot beside you.
You can practically feel the embarrassment oozing off of Taehyung, and although you think he deserves it, you can't help but help your boyfriend out, nudging him gently with your shoulder. "Our anniversary is next month as well, right Tae?"
Taehyung nods so fast next to you, it's almost comical, and you put a hand over your mouth to try to conceal your laughter when Taehyung coughs loudly before saying, "Yeah, and congratulations man.", in a timid voice, his cold exterior gone entirely.
Your friend looks relieved, and a bit confused at the sudden change your boyfriend went through, but doesn't question it, instead smiling brightly towards the older, gesturing to the pile of clothes in his hands. "Maybe you should give me some advice on what to buy my boyfriend".
You can see Taehyung's eyes light up at the sound of the offer, and he's already whisking away your friend in a second, talking loudly about patterns and textures as Y/F/N listens intently, and you sigh in relief. They'll be best friends by the end of the day.
Jeon Jungkook:
"You should do it like this.", Taehyung explains once again, his tone slightly exasperated when takes your hand in his, placing it on black and white keys of the piano carefully.
"Sorry", you mumble sheepishly, sending your friend a small smile as he rolls his eyes playfully, tapping your back gently. "Scoot aside, I'll show you how it's done", he says with a jokingly prideful tone, sitting on the small black bench, his side pressed to you completely as he plays the keys gracefully, explaining the different sounds and purposes of the keys as you listen intently.
"Why didn't you ask me to teach you?", the voice comes from behind you, and you turn your head halfway, not surprised at all to see the maknae of BTS standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed and a small pout painting his lips.
His hair is still styled perfectly from the photoshoot, the thick layer of makeup making his skin seem terrifyingly white under the harsh lights, but he still looks gorgeous, the tight black turtleneck he's wearing accentuating his strong pecs and abs, the leather pants hugging his thick thighs perfectly.
You huff dramatically, meeting Jungkook's doe eyes with your own. "Maybe 'cause you were doing a photoshoot? Not to mention you don't know the first thing about playing a piano", you say sarcastically, but there's hidden fondness in your tone, all too used to Jungkook's jealousy after dating him for so long.
Taehyung laughs besides you, understanding the situation perfectly and standing up, brushing his black dress pants before ruffling your hair gently. "I got to head to the photoshoot. Catch you guys later.", he says simply, flicking Jungkook's chin with a chuckle before disappearing down the hall.
'How can someone look so manly and act like such a baby at the same time?', you wonder, unconsciously smiling at the sight of a frowning Jungkook, his arms crossed defiantly across his chest.
"Come here, Gukkie", you say gently, sending your lover your best puppy eyes as you pat the now empty spot next to you, watching with satisfaction when Jungkook hesitates for a mere second, before coming to sit next to you.
"You know that Taehyung is like a brother to me, right?", you say gently, kissing Jungkook's soft cheek just to see him blush cutely, before adding teasingly, "Who happens to be better than you at playing the piano".
As if waiting for you to challenge him, your boyfriend's soft eyes grow hard, jealousy and embarrassment long forgotten as he shoots you a confident smirk. "You're on.”
You end up making half of the staff run away at the inhumane noises you play on the piano, the whole room begging the two of you to stop, but when Jungkook laughs so hard tears come out of his eyes, his hands intertwining with yours as if on their own accord, and shooting a look so loving your heart feels like it's going to burst, you think it's worth it.
BTS when you annoy them:
Seokjin:
You and Jin were known as the couple who were constantly annoying each other, always going for each other's throats and pulling pranks.
You were like an old married couple, so fond and loving with sweet gazes and careful touches, but you were also constantly bickering and fighting, and to be honest, you loved it that way the most.
You shift a bit on your space on the comfortable couch, a small frown painted on your lips. Your arms were crossed in front of your t-shirt clad chest, socked feet tapping against the carpeted floor, your whole posture screaming tension.
You glare a bit more when your boyfriend enters the living room, carrying a simple plastic tray with a different assortment of foods on it, from kimchi to fried rice, the smell so delicious you barely stop yourself from jumping in your boyfriend's arms, which were definitely blessed with the talent of cooking.
Unfortunately, you have to pretend to be mad at what happened earlier, and if you didn't love your boyfriend so much and were far too used to his shenanigans, you wouldn't even have to pretend.
As if reading your mind, Seokjin raises a perfect eyebrow at you. "Are you still grumpy?", he asks teasingly, a wide smile making its way to his lips, and you simply ignore him, focusing instead on the colorful screen in front you, currently showing an episode of "Friends".
If there was one thing that got on Jin's nerves, with all his collected and fairly calm manner, it was when people didn't talk back to him and ignored him. And that was exactly what you were planning to do.
Your boyfriend seems to understand the situation, his smile faltering slightly, setting the tray on the small wooden table in front of you before taking a seat on the gray leather couch, facing you with a slightly worried expression.
"Does it hurt? It didn't look bad when you fell, and you were laughing", he says with a frown, reaching his hand to touch the soft skin of your knee, which got hit when you slipped on a piece of paper earlier this morning.
Jin had obviously found the whole situation hilarious, and you had to admit it was pretty funny, especially since you didn't exactly fall, rather slid into a lunge position with your knee hitting the floor.
You had whined and grabbed your knee while your amazing lover rolled on the floor with laughter, and you eventually joined him, unable to stop yourself at the sight of Jin's tomato face and crinkled eyes. But now it was time for revenge.
You almost turn your head to look at Seokjin, who's still rubbing your knee gently, his pink lower lip slightly jutting out and his dark hair falling over his forehead in long bangs, almost covering his worried eyes, but you manage to contain yourself, staring blankly at the TV.
"Yah, Y/N, talk to me!", Seokjin exclaims when you don't answer any of his concerned questions, his hands placed on his hips and an annoyed look on his face when you don't even flinch, picking up a rice cake and popping it in your mouth shamelessly.
"Look, I'm sorry for laughing at you, but I didn't think you'd take it this seriously. We always laugh at each other.", Seokjin goes back to speaking gently again, placing a gentle hand on your thigh in an attempt to get your attention, a frustrated groan escaping his mouth when none of his antics work.
"Fine", your boyfriend says with an exasperated expression, "You asked for this". There's a mischievous tone in your boyfriend's voice that tells you that he means trouble, but you don't even have time to run away before Jin's tackling you, pressing your back into the couch as he runs his hands up and down your sides mercilessly, ignoring your begs and choked pleas.
You can't really appreciate your boyfriend's beautifully bare face so close to you, the soft shining skin of his face, the cotton-candy hair, his plump lips and his broad chest, easily noticeable even with his loose light blue pyjama top, not when he's pinning you down and taking your breath away with his nimble fingers, but you still think that he's lovely, so lovely, and maybe that's why you can never really stay mad at him.
"Okay, I'm not mad, just please stop", you beg, stray tears dripping down your cheeks from laughing so hard, and you're pretty sure you have abs when Jin finally leans back, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You're so mean", you say through gasps, hitting your boyfriend's arm lightly as you try to go back to your regular breathing, wiping the tears tracks on your cheeks with the back of your hand.
"And you're so annoying", Seokjin retorts half-heartedly, sticking out his tongue to you before leaning down to press his lips against yours with a sigh, so gentle it almost feels like the touch of a butterfly against you, and you arch upward slightly, carding your fingers through the fluffy hair as you kiss lazily, the food slowly getting cold and you couldn't care less, every part of your body filled with warmth, erasing the sense of hunger completely. And if this is what you get for being annoying, then you're never going to stop.
Min Yoongi:
You run a hand through your tangled hair, jumping on the balls of your feet slightly as you watch Yoongi through the reflection of your mirror, who's watching you with an expression somewhere between amused and exasperated.
The two of you are getting ready to go to bed, Yoongi with his toothbrush between his lips, white hair brushed away from his forehead offhandedly, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of blue basketball shorts.
You on the other hand, feel way too energetic for this late hour, not able to keep still as you quickly change from brushing your dark hair to gurgling mint mouthwash to washing your face, your hurried pace nothing like Yoongi's lazy state of mind.
"What's up with you?", Yoongi mumbles when he finally spits out the white foam to the sink, his dark eyes already half-closed as he runs his hand blindly over the counter, searching for the small white towel to wipe his face.
You shrug, not really knowing yourself, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's waist, letting him drag his feet to the bed with you attached to his back, the older too tired to even protest.
When you're finally laying on the bed, you cling to Suga like a koala, placing your head on top of his chest and wiggling around some more until your legs, Yoongi's legs, and the blue blanket laying on your bed are completely tangled together.
Yoongi grunts, surprised by the sudden skinship, but doesn't say anything. Usually you and him slept rather far apart, since you both needed your space while sleeping and got hot easily, so for the most part your lover would throw a possessive hand around your waist, as if to make sure you're there, but not much more than that.
"Goodnight", your boyfriend yawns silently, breaking the calming silence between the two of you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, his chest almost immediately falling into a rather slow pace, his body always ready for much needed sleep, but you don't feel quite tired enough yet, so you reach your finger to poke Yoongi's chest lightly. "Babe?"
Suga opens one eye slowly, staring down at you with tired eyes, and you feel bad for doing this to him, especially since he cherished his sleep and enjoys it so much, but you still bite your lip, looking up at your boyfriend with your infamous puppy eyes. "I'm not tired".
Yoongi groans, his hold around your waist tightening as if that can make you sleepier, and he shuts his eyes once again, his voice holding finality when he says: "You are. Go to sleep and you'll see".
Your pout only grows at that, but you know better than to talk to Suga again, who would probably only ignore you or maybe kick you out of the room, so you try your best to find a comfortable position that'll hopefully help you fall asleep faster, wiggling all over your boyfriend's body until you feel the arms around your waist tighten once more.
"Y/N.", Yoongi deadpans, the frustration in his voice now completely visible, and you sigh, burying your face in the other's neck.
"Sorry", you mumble in a small voice, pressing the softest of kisses to the smooth white skin, and you feel more than hear Yoongi's deep sigh, almost like he's suffering but also enjoying this at the same time.
"Sleep", the voice above you commands, firm yet soft at the same time, and then there's lips pressed to your hair, just above your forehead, and one of Yoongi's hands comes up to stroke your hair softly, the other hand drawing circles on your hip bone carefully, and you feel your heart burst with love when your boyfriend sings you a lullaby quietly, voice hoarse from lack of sleep and hours of staying up late with only microwaved ramen and energy drinks to keep him company. It's the best thing you've heard in a while, you think, just as your eyes close, your boyfriend's voice still engraved in your mind.
Jung Hoseok:
You were always known as a rather clumsy person, always losing stuff and tripping over air. Your friends usually found it hilarious that you're such a mess, constantly comparing you to Namjoon, but your boyfriend always found it adorable, even though he himself was the definition of organized and agile, and he always stood up for you, insisting the two of you complete each other perfectly.
But sometimes being a couple was hard, your differences getting in the way occasionally, especially now, after you moved in together, and your messy lifestyle seemed to clash with Hoseok's perfectionist one more often than not.
You curse under your breath, shooting another panicked glance towards the large black clock hanging on the wall, seemingly taunting you with his consistent movement as you throw one of your pillows to the floor, patting the white mattress frantically.
Your phone was nowhere to be seen, although you had been holding it a few minutes ago, and you were going to be late for work if you didn't get out of the house right now, which you couldn't do without your phone.
The room looks like a whirlwind passed through it, your blankets and pillows strewn on the floor, your pink checkered pyjamas thrown on the now bare bed, from when you changed your clothes hurriedly, trying to get ready for work.
The alarm on your phone is blaring loudly, alerting you that you have to get out of the apartment right now, as if you didn't know that, and makeup and more beauty products were covering the floor of your room like snow, a result of your quick changing.
"Y/N? What's going on?", you turn around at the sound of your boyfriend's worried voice, meeting J-hope's slowly widening eyes at the sight of the horrible mess in your bedroom.
He's standing in the entrance to the room, wearing oversized black sweatpants and a loose dark green t-shirt, holding a mug of his usual hot black coffee, the mug still letting out steam. His eyes are still slightly sleepy, not completely awake just yet, his curly black hair falling over his forehead in cute waves, and his mouth is slightly open in disbelief at the sight of your shared bedroom.
Usually you would feel guilty for making this sort of chaos in your apartment, because there is literally nothing that annoys Hoseok more than disorganization, but you're too lost and freaked out to feel bad right now, so you shoot your lover a frantic look. "I can't find my phone, I need to go to work, and I can't find my phone-"
"Okay, okay", the confused look in Hoseok's eyes changes back to the look of J-hope, the lead dancer of BTS, someone who leads and supports when everyone else is in panic, and he motions you to calm down with hands, placing his coffee beside the door before entering the room. "Calm down, we'll find it, just keep looking."
You go back to searching the room, flipping over the fuzzy gray carpet on the floor and searching under it, throwing the cushions off the small leather sofa in the side of the room, while Hoseok helps you, looking under the bed and inside the closet.
You can practically feel Hoseok's grimaces of discomfort whenever another thing in your room goes flying out of place, and you're just about to start crying from frustration when you hear your boyfriend's flat voice.
"Y/N.", you turn to meet J-hope's unimpressed look, not quite understanding the meaning of the blank face on your boyfriend's usually smiling one until you notice the phone in his hand, the familiar device making you breath out in relief, your stiff body sagging slightly.
"Where did you find it?", you yell with excitement, running over to your phone and grabbing it from your boyfriend's hand, who doesn't even answer, simply pointing at your pyjama pants, still laying on the floor pathetically. Your phone was in your stupid back pocket the whole time.
"Oh.", you mumble with slight embarrassment, raising your eyes up to meet your boyfriend's soft brown ones, still staring at you with an expression that seems so done you feel you can't help but blush, playing with your fingers. "Sorry for messing up the room, I'll come back from work and clean up everything, I promise-"
Hoseok rolls his eyes, but you know he's not truly mad when he sighs heavily, already used to your antics. "Do you really think I'm going to leave the room like this for so long?", he asks sarcastically, raising a thick eyebrow at you.
You smile sheepishly, rocking back on your heels. "No?", you answer, your voice coming out sounding more like a question than a statement, and your boyfriend's lips twitch slightly as he tries not to smile. "Exactly."
"Thank you, baby", you say with gratitude, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your boyfriend's nose, because how the hell did you get such a sweet boyfriend that always cleans up your messes for you, who always lets you get away with everything.
J-hope hums in confirmation, wrapping a gentle hand around your jaw to tilt your head up, pressing a fleeting kiss against your lips. "You're lucky I love you. Now run off to work, you're late."
Kim Namjoon:
One of the things you love the most about Kim Namjoon is the fact that he's such a hard-working guy. He always puts his most into everything he does, no matter how small or seemingly meaningless it is, and that gives you an immense sense of pride.
But sometimes it gets too much, when Namjoon loses track of time and gets so into whatever project he's working on, that he forgets that you can be rather clingy and need a minimal amount of physical affection.
Sighing, you stare at the door to your boyfriend's room, where he is currently working on some paperwork regarding the boys' next comeback.
You were excited for the upcoming album, of course you were, but a new album meant less time with your lover, and you felt it the past week more than you did during your whole relationship.
Tapping your foot against the wooden floor, you wonder how the hell you can get RM's attention without burning down the apartment.
Honestly, there weren't a lot of options. Begging didn't work, as you've already checked, and will only earn you a dimpled smile and a fond pat on your head. Yelling wasn't good either, since this whole situation was really Joon's fault.
You roll your head back in frustration, eyes pointing to the ceiling and locking on the speakers you and Namjoon had installed in the living room. They were mostly used when you wanted to see a movie on the big TV screen or when you just wanted to vibe to some songs, but now they were giving you a wicked idea.
A small smirk started to form on your face, your mind running a mile a minute. The idea that was slowly manifesting in your brain was nothing short of evil, but you conclude that tough times call for tough decisions. You have to do this before Namjoon will die from lack of sleep and you from lack of cuddles.
Walking over to the speaker set determinantly, you press the home button on your phone, quickly switching on the "Bluetooth", which automatically connects to the sound device.
You needed something good, good and loud, so you scroll through the downloaded songs on your phone, clicking on the first one you saw with an evil giggle. 'Dwaechita', by Agust D. This will be epic.
You raise the volume to the highest level, before plopping down on the sofa and waiting for your boyfriend to exit his room. You assume it won't take long.
Just like you thought, mere seconds after the chorus starts, Namjoon's already stumbling out of the bedroom, his hair a mess and his eyes wide like saucers.
You're pretty sure he's wearing the same crumpled mustard button-up he was wearing two days ago, with the same black trousers. His caramel hair is brushed back from his eyes, which have dark circles underlining them, and his usually smooth, tanned skin is looking uncharacteristically blotchy.
"What the hell, Y/N?", RM exclaims, almost tripping on his own feet as he grabs the wall for support, his eyes searching for you wildly before falling on your smug figure, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.
"Don't you wanna listen to some music right now?", you ask, yelling to overcome the loud sound of Suga's rap. "This artist is pretty dope", you add innocently, biting back a smile when realization dawns on the older's face.
"Is this because we haven't been spending much time together the last few days?", Namjoon asks gently, his voice just a little impatient, but understanding nonetheless.
"Not really. It's actually because I haven't seen you in our own apartment in the last few weeks.", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly while you glare at your boyfriend, your chill facade slowly wearing off.
Namjoon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly as he inhales deeply, his eyes closed and mouth pursed into a thin line. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll take more time off, but I'm really busy right now, so can you please lower the volume?"
You shake your head, getting up from the couch and padding over to where Namjoon is standing, looking at you with an expectant gaze.
"I'll stop the music", you say simply, straightening one of the many wrinkles in the sleeves of your lover's shirt, before raising your eyes up from his chest to meet his own dark orbs. "If you take a break right now and come eat with me a normal lunch".
There's annoyance flickering in Namjoon's eyes, but it doesn't really matter right now, because your boyfriend needed this just as much as you did, if not more.
It takes five more seconds of Suga's rapping thundering through the house for your boyfriend to sigh defeatedly, throwing his hands up in the air helplessly before running them through his locks, making them stick out in different directions.
"Okay, fine, just please shut this off, my brain is going to explode", Namjoon says pleadingly, and you send him a sweet smile before pressing the mute button on your phone, the music ceasing immediately and your house filling once again with it's comfortable, calming atmosphere.
"Thank God", your boyfriend mutters, almost to himself, and you wrap your arms around his waist without another word, leaning your head over his strong chest to listen to the steady beating of his heart, reminding you he's right here with you, where he belongs.
"I missed you", you whisper into the silence, enjoying the way Namjoon's hands automatically encircle around your waist, his chin placed on the top of your head gently, and he lets out another sigh, this one more of content, the soft sound sending tingles through your body.
"Me too, babe", he answers, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, like he always does before the two of you fall asleep, and you close your eyes, imaging the two of you cuddled against each other in bed, just enjoying the other's presence. It seems so far away now.
"But you're insufferable sometimes, you know that?", he adds, and you can't help but giggle at the frustrated tone of his voice, burying your face in his neck as laughter wracks your body. Yes, you missed this more than words can explain.
Park Jimin:
Park Jimin was a cute person, no one could deny. Something about his pretty eye smile, his delicate features, and naturally lovely personality was heart-fluttering. He was also super hot, but that's a different discussion.
You love to annoy your boyfriend, mostly because he can't possibly say no to you, even when you do everything in your power to piss him off. And today was one of these days.
Maybe it's because Jimin just looks so fluffy right now, with his pretty brown hair tied into a small ponytail, his eyes slightly droopy from sleep and his plump lips stretched into a small pout.
His head is in your lap, shiny hair spread over your thighs like a halo, and he's wearing his thick winter pyjamas: a furry gray hoodie, the hat pulled low over his head, wide black sweatpants and blue socks.
You're in front of the television, the two of you watching some disgustingly sweet rom-com, and you're munching happily on some peperos when Jimin tilts his head up to you, opening his mouth silently.
You raise an eyebrow down at your boyfriend, smiling a bit when you notice the adorable gesture and outfits he's wearing, and pop another chocolate-covered stick in your mouth, humming purposely loud.
"These are so good", you say with an exaggerated groan, smirking slightly when you see Jimin's mouth close, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "You want some?", you ask innocently, taking out another one of the snacks and waving it in front of your boyfriend, who nods his head enthusiastically.
"Then show me some aegyo", you request with a shit-eating grin. "Something amazing though", you add, enjoying the way Jimin started frowning immediately, not satisfied by your request.
"Yah, Y/N, don't be tough", he whines, "You know I hate acting cute.", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and you can't help but coo at his unintentional cute behaviour, reaching your arm out to pinch his chubby cheek gently. "I can't help it, you're too adorable."
Jimin lets another groan of distress, but you don't miss the light pink blush high on his cheeks, even with the lack of light in the dark room. Despite your lover being genuinely annoyed by your continuous requests for aegyo, you know he likes it when you compliment his personality and baby him every now and then.
"Fine.", he says with a deep sigh, already so done with you, and you smile sweetly, looking at your boyfriend expectantly while he gets ready, clenching his fists and inhaling deeply.
"Jagiya, please give me some of that yummy snack!", Jimin says with a small voice, sending you his best puppy eyes and cupping his face in his delicate hands, waiting for your response.
You giggle at the act, clapping your hands excitedly before taking one of the sweet snacks from the small aluminum bag, and sticking it between your boyfriend's pouty lips. "Yay, thank you baby", you say with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss on one of Jimin's red cheeks.
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, but there's a tiny smile playing on his lips as he gets comfortable on your lap once again, placing his cheek on your legs and turning back to look at the flat screen in front of you.
You get lost once again in the plot of the movie, a smug smile still showing on your face from your previous victory, when Jimin nudges your stomach slightly with his nose.
"Baby, can you pass me the fuzzy blanket from there? It's getting cold.", Jimin requests, already half-asleep once again, and you can't help but tease him, lifting your hand from where it's sifting through his soft locks, and grabbing the baby blue blanket from the edge of the couch.
"You know what you need to do, Jiminie", you say slyly, lifting the blanket slightly out of your boyfriend's reach when his arm raises up to grab it, and his face turns into a scowl, annoyed by your continuous teasing.
"Y/N, stop it, seriously", he says, stretching out his hand even higher, but you don't let him reach the blanket, laughing evilly when his glare turns even darker, your smile practically splitting your face in half.
You let out a surprised gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Jimin hovering above you with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk. You gulp, your boyfriend suddenly not as cute as he was two seconds ago, and feel something curl in your stomach.
"You think I'm cute, huh? I'll show you how cute I am", Jimin says with a growl, and you can only manage out an embarrassing squeak before Jimin is kissing you hard, his grip on your waist almost bruising, and you arch into him, gasping against his mouth.
Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't really cute right now, but that didn't really matter when you love every side of him.
Kim Taehyung:
Having an idol boyfriend was definitely a pain in the ass sometimes, especially when comeback season came around.
You haven't seen Taehyung in your shared apartment for a full week, only seeing him on the times you came to visit him at Bighit's building or when the two of you grabbed a quick coffee during his breaks from work, and considering the fact he's literally in the same city as you, it was pretty damn ridiculous. You knew he was sleeping at the dorm with the rest of the members, making it easier for him to arrive to practice and recordings, and all the other things he's dealing with right now, but it didn't make you any happier.
You had talked with Jungkook, the maknae of BTS and your close friend, and checked with him when Taehyung was free enough to jump over. Of course, you know your boyfriend and his perfectionist ass, and know that he would never agree to come back to your apartment before their comeback, so you had to take more drastic measures.
What you're going to do is pretty mean, you know that, but sitting in your cold, empty living room, it's obvious that this has to be done.
You cuddle a bit closer into the warm brown blanket slung across your shoulders, and press the quick dial on your phone, the first suggestion already showing up as 'Taehyungie💞'. Giving yourself another mental pat on the back, you exhale shakily before pressing on the contact. Time to get your acting talents to use.
Pressing the small device to your ear, you clear your throat as you listen to the loud ringing, waiting for your lover to pick up the phone impatiently. According to Jungkook, Taehyung was supposed to be at the dorm right now, getting some well-deserved rest which he is probably wasting on even more practicing.
"Hey, babe", Tae's deep voice rings through the phone, and you smile unconsciously at the sound of him, pressing the phone even closer to your ear as if that'll help you reach him.
"Tae…", you say in a raspy, worn-out voice, your heart clenching slightly when you hear the sound of moving, probably Taehyung going to his room to talk to you more privately.
"Y/N????", Taehyung's voice is worried, and you can imagine his face right now, thick eyebrows furrowed over dark eyes in concern, pretty lips pursed into a thin line and hands clenching around his phone nervously. "Are you ok? You don't sound good."
"Yeah, I'm sick", you mumble, surprised yourself by how genuinely shitty you sound, and you can already hear Taehyung mumbling a curse, and then the sound of a door opening and keys rattling.
"I'm on my way", your boyfriend announces into the phone, and your mouth drops slightly at the unexpected saying. You thought you would have to do a lot more to get him to come, but it only took a little fake-coughing and a tired voice to get him out of the dorm.
"You don't have to", you say, the guilt starting to claw in your chest, the heaviness in your heart only growing when your boyfriend makes a dismissive sound. "Of course I do. I'm your boyfriend, I need to take care of you. Now rest for a bit until I arrive."
You stare at your phone dumbly after Taehyung says goodbye, regretting your decision to prank your lover, even if it came from good intentions. He was clearly worried sick, and now he'll be super pissed when he sees you're perfectly fine, except for a lack of quality time with your boyfriend.
You don't even get to rethink your decisions before the door is opening, revealing a disheveled Taehyung, his curly black hair falling over his forehead, covering his eyes almost completely, wearing one of his doodled T-shirts and a pair of his favorite wide black pants. His face is bare, showing off his small mustache and the dark circles under his eyes, and he's clearly exhausted.
"Baby? I'm sorry I-", Taehyung freezes in the middle of his sentence, his panicked expression slowly morphing into confusion as he stares at you, looking perfectly healthy, a guilty expression on your face as you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. "What's going on?"
"I… might have pranked you into coming here.", You start, wincing when your boyfriend's eyes darken and he crosses his arms in front of his chest, a clear sign he was annoyed. "I just missed you and I knew you were supposed to rest anyway… So I pretended to be sick."
Taehyung doesn't say anything, but you know that's how he always reacts when he's annoyed, and there's this disappointed look in his eyes, which is even worse than just anger.
"I'm sorry, what I did was wrong", you admit after another minute of silence. "But I'm worried about you Tae, even before I miss you. Have you even seen yourself in the last few days?", you ask, scanning your boyfriend's face once again with worry.
Taehyung sighs, slipping into the spot on the couch next to you, and you know he's still mad, but you won't let that get in the way right now.
"Taehyung. Just please, please stay here tonight? Don't talk with me, be mad at me, I deserve it. But if you care about me, please sleep here. I need to know you're taking care of yourself.", you beg, biting your lip like you always do when you're anxious, staring at your Taehyung's profile, who's stubbornly looking forward, not meeting your eyes.
You place your hand on Taehyung's shoulder, and he finally looks at you, his eyes softening slightly when he sees your desperate eyes, and he sighs once again, sending you a small smile.
"Okay", he whispers, and you can't help but laugh happily, wrapping your arms around Taehyung and placing your head on his shoulder as you finally, finally get what you really want: a healthy Taehyung. Nothing else matters right now.
And when Taehyung wraps his own arms around your waist gently, placing a fleeting kiss on your hair, you know you're already forgiven.
Jeon Jungkook:
If you were being honest, you didn't really like gaming. Rather, you didn't like your boyfriend gaming. Jungkook was probably the most attentive guy a girl could ask for, except when he was playing Overwatch, or whatever video game he's into at the moment.
"Jungkook", you whine again, glaring at your boyfriend when he hums unconvincingly, his dark eyes focused on the screen unblinkingly, occasional profanities leaving his mouth when another player almost kills him.
The two of you were supposed to be on date night today, and what Jungkook said would be a "quick round", turned out to be a seven, and you really need to stop giving in to your boyfriend's stupid puppy eyes.
"Jungkook, I want to cuddle", you demand, sending another glance to the clock on the wall in front of you. It was late, and you hated going to sleep without Jungkook's soft hugs and sweet singing in your ear, the occasional shy kiss pressed to your nape or cheeks.
"Just a second, babe", Jungkook says for the twentieth time, and you huff, not believing your boyfriend's behaviour.
You stare for another second at Jungkook hunched up form, letting yourself admire the way his simple black hoodie does nothing to disguise his thick biceps and wide shoulders, the matching black sweatpants accentuating his strong thighs and his long dark hair, parted and pushed away from his forehead to allow him to see better, revealing sharp black eyebrows and piercing black eyes.
"Fuck it", you mumble to yourself after five more minutes pass, walking over to the television and standing next to it, staring at Jungkook with a firm expression. "You asked for this".
Not giving Jungkook time to react, you take out the cable of the television, and the screen goes black immediately, Jungkook's mouth dropping open when his game suddenly stops, not quite realizing what happened.
"Y/N, what the hell?", Jungkook stares at you, his eyes somewhere between mad and helpless, and he throws his controller aside with disbelief painted on his face. "Why are you so impatient?"
You stare at your boyfriend with disbelief, shaking your head. "Are you serious right now? I've been waiting for you to finish for ages now. You know I can't fall asleep alone.", you answer with clenched teeth, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.
"Whatever", Jungkook mumbles, shooting you another glare before getting up from the couch, heading towards the bathroom, and you sigh, cursing under your breath as you continue standing there for another second, before walking towards your shared bathroom.
Jungkook doesn't say a word when he exits the bathroom, and you're already lying on your side of the bed with your back to your boyfriend, trying to hide the hurt expression on your face as you cuddle closer into the blanket in an attempt to warm yourself without Jungkook's body as your personal furnace.
You can feel the bed dip when your boyfriend slips into bed silently, and you hate the emptiness, missing Jungkook's strong arms around you, pressing you into his broad chest.
You lie there for God knows how long, debating between yourself before mumbling a soft "I'm sorry" into other air between you, not even checking if the other is sleeping or not.
Your answer comes in the form of Jungkook's familiar arms, snaking around your lower stomach, and then there's lips pressed to your nape, kissing it so sweetly you can't help but melt, your own hands coming to cover Jungkook's.
"I'm sorry, too", he mumbles, and you smile to yourself, turning in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's lips, and then to his cheek. "It's okay.", you whisper, pressing your forehead to the older's and staring into his doe eyes. "Goodnight, Jungkookie." "Goodnight, baby".
BTS when you’re pregnant:
Kim Seokjin:
Week 15 of pregnancy meant many things. Things like constantly feeling nauseous, your nose being annoyingly stuffy, and a small baby bump starting to form. It also meant cravings. So much cravings.
You shovel another spoon of peanut butter into your mouth, frowning slightly when you realize the jar is almost empty. You're pretty sure it's the second jar of PB you finished this week, and it's only Tuesday.
You're spread on the couch like a burrito, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around you tightly, the television playing some cheesy drama, the kind you've been watching for the past weeks religiously.
Throwing away the now clean jar of the spread aside, you don't even hesitate to call your husband, Seokjin, pressing the ringing phone to your ear as you feel another wave of hunger cursing through your body like a hurricane.
"Hey, sweetheart", a small smile makes its way to your face at the sound of Jin's voice, and you feel your body relax for the first time today, curling a bit more into your gray couch.
"Hey", you mumble, blaming your pregnancy for the way your heart suddenly increased its pace, and you grip the phone even harder, trapping it between your ear and the white pillow supporting your back. "Where are you?"
"I'm on my way home. Like, two minutes away.", Jin answers, and despite being very happy to finally see your lover after a long, lonely day, you really need your peanut butter.
"Well…", you bite your lip before smiling sheepishly, despite Jin not being able to see your face. "Can you turn around? We ran out of peanut butter."
"You finished another jar?", your boyfriend asks, his voice somewhere between exasperated and disbelieving. He never quite understood your weird craving for the spread, mostly because it's such an American food.
"Yeah.", you say bashfully, and Seokjin sighs against your ear. "Baby, it's all you are eating for the last few days. You need to keep your body healthy.", he says gently, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.
Of course, Jin was right. You had indeed been eating mostly peanut butter since your cravings started a few weeks ago, and your husband was going crazy seeing you sit on Reese's cups and peanut butter sandwiches all day long.
"But I want peanut butter", you whine into the phone, not caring the least about your childish behaviour, and Jin's silent for a second before he responds.
"How about this? I come home, make you some real food, and if you don't want it, I'll go and buy peanut butter.", Seokjin suggests, and you wonder how the hell did you fall on this perfect man, who was so patient with you, but also firm, taking care of you in the best way possible.
You hesitate for a second, not really liking the idea, but something about Jin's tone tells you he won't take no for an answer, and making him turn around after he's practically here is plain cruel, even for your pregnancy-induced mind.
"Fine.", you agree reluctantly, and you hear the other sigh in relief, a slight chuckle in his voice when he says: "Good, because I'm already in the elevator of the building".
***
When Jin steps into the apartment, you're still sprawled all over the sofa, your hands on your small baby bump and legs extended carelessly.
"Sweetie", Jin walks over to you with a soft smile, a short chuckle escaping his lips when you tilt your head up for him, silently asking for a kiss.
He looks exhausted after a day of practicing nonstop, his slightly long black hair falling over his eyes carelessly, wearing a plain gray t-shirt with long sleeves and ripped boyfriend jeans. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and his lips look swollen, and you know it's because of his habit to bite them whenever he's stressed.
Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your husband, and you feel bad for being so selfish, even if you're carrying a living human inside of you. Jin was struggling to juggle his busy life as an idol and dealing with his pregnant wife, and you knew it.
You wrap your arms around Jin's neck when he leans down, pressing his lush lips against yours, and sigh into his mouth contentedly, momentarily forgetting about the need to vomit and your angry appetite, and just enjoying the affection you've been missing the whole day.
"How's my baby doing?", Jin mutters when he pulls back, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, and you exhale dramatically, tucking your face in the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. "Not good. I'm tired, and hungry and-"
"I meant the baby in your stomach", Jin says teasingly, letting out a high-pitched laugh when you pull away from him and send him a glare that could kill, your husband's humor existing even in times like this.
"Make me food, peasant. And it better be good.", you say flatly, raising an eyebrow at your lover, who simply shakes his head at you, muttering under his breath: "Nobody said pregnancy is like slavery".
You continue to stare at the TV blankly while your husband busies himself in the kitchen, humming to himself tunes and throwing around pots and pans loudly.
It must be around half an hour when Jin's head peeks out of the entrance to the kitchen, the apron tucked around his small waist covered with patches of flour and an assortment of colorful spices.
"It's ready!", he says with a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Get ready to get your mind blown.", He adds confidently, and you get up from the couch, hearing your stomach rumble as you get closer to the source of the amazing smell filling your apartment.
Jin always makes you food, and has always cooked for you since the two of you started dating, so you were very familiar with his food, but whatever was on the white porcelain plate on your kitchen table, you haven't seen before.
"What is that?", you ask curiously, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you inspect the omelet/pancake, unidentified red and green vegetables and pieces of seafood inside of it. There's also some sort of dark dipping sauce in a small bowl.
"That",Jin says proudly, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was talking about something he was passionate about. "is my mother's famous Haemul Pajeon recipe. Our family's been eating this for years during cold winter nights. It's the best kind of comfort food."
You hum with interest, Jin's enthusiastic reaction lighting up some excitement inside of you, and sit down by the table, licking your lips as your boyfriend cuts you a slice of the large pancake, handing it over to you with an expecting grin.
You can't help but moan when you bite into the perfectly spiced Korean dish, closing your eyes with satisfaction as your taste buds enjoy for the first time in a while something that wasn't peanut butter.
"So?", Jin says mischievously, "Should I go buy some peanut butter to go with this?", he asks sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, too focused on the delicious food in front of you to answer him.
Later, when the two of you are cuddled up on the sofa, the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your bodies and Jin's warm hand rubbing circles onto your slowly-growing belly, you tilt your head back to meet your husband's soft brown eyes, sending him a small smile. "Thank you, baby. For the food. And I'm sorry for being a brat all of the time."
Jin laughs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay. I love you no matter what. And our baby girl, of course."
You lay there for a few more minutes of content silence, enjoying the warmth of each other after a long day for both of you. You can't help but laugh, shaking your head when a sudden thought comes to your head, and Jin lets out a questioning noise against your nape. "What is it?"
"Nothing", you snort, trying to silence your giggles in the palm of your hand, before turning to look at your husband, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I just realized I found my new craving."
Min Yoongi:
Waking up to yourself in week 28 was sort of like waking up to your pet elephant. You were huge now, your stomach and boobs blocking everything in front of you.
Yoongi was still asleep beside you, one hand thrown lazily across your thick waist, the other tucked behind his head. He looks peaceful, like he always does when he's asleep, his dark hair falling over his forehead messily, his small mouth closed and letting out these deep breaths, indicating he was sound asleep.
Sighing, you brush your husband's bangs away from his face, admiring his fair skin and soft facial features. How the hell was this perfect human being here with you, when you look like this? When you feel like this?
Not able to take the sudden wave of emotions, you get up from your shared bed slowly, biting your lip when your body screams at you to stay in bed and not move until you go into labor. Your boyfriend stays unmoving, as expected, and for once you're thankful for his deep slumbers. You don't want him to see you like this.
You walk out of the hallway slowly, padding out of your shared bedroom in your fuzzy white socks and one of Yoongi's old white T-shirts and shorts, which is sadly the only thing that fits you right now.
Making breakfast is the only thing you want to do right now, the best way to take your mind off of things, and you walk determinant to the kitchen, bracing your hand against the wall as you do.
Unfortunately, the long golden body mirror at the edge of the hallway catches your attention, and you can't help but stop in front of it, feeling your heart drop as you look at your reflection.
Pregnant women were supposed to have some sort of natural glow, right? They were supposed to feel like goddesses, like they were thriving. But you just felt like a wretched mess, and nothing more than that.
You were always an athletic person, and maybe also a little weight conscious. Suga gave you more self-confidence, helping you in his subtle actions and words, but right now, you felt like you were losing control over your own body, and you hated it. What if you stay like this forever?
You feel a wave of panic surge through you, tears brimming in your eyes as you stare at the girl in the mirror, with the blood-shot eyes from uncomfortable sleeping, the messy bun of dark hair and the pale skin from staying home these last few weeks.
"Babe?", you turn at the sound of your lover's voice, still hoarse from sleep, meeting his brown eyes with your own watery ones. At the sight of your trembling bottom lip and quiet sniffling, Yoongi's previously half-shut eyes widen, walking over to you quickly with a concerned expression.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?", he asks with an uncharacteristically soft voice, his warm hands coming up to cup your face, wiping the small teardrops from your cheeks. His eyebrows are furrowed cutely, his face so close to yours you can smell his breath, still minty from brushing his teeth not too long ago.
You sob, the embarrassment of being caught like this only intensifying your feelings, and avoiding your husband's eyes, who turns your face back to him, gently yet firmly, his eyes showing no intent to back down.
"I just… I feel so ugly, Yoongi. And I'm so scared. Scared I'll stay like this forever, scared you think I'm not good enough…", the last words come out in a whisper, your cheeks burning bright red as your boyfriend stares at you incredulously, mouth slightly open.
"Y/N, I know you're pregnant and have all sorts of weird moods right now, but this… this is straight up ridiculous. I love you, I'm your husband, and I'll never leave you.", Yoongi says firmly, grabbing your shoulders tightly as if trying to pass his sincerity to you, and you feel ashamed now for making the love of your life look like this, so worried and sad over something so meaningless.
"I'm sorry", you whisper, because you have nothing else to say, and Suga clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he brings one hand up to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, now much softer than they were seconds before, holding love and affection that's meant only for you.
"Y/N, it's okay to feel ugly. You don't have to feel like you're a failure and a horrible person for not enjoying every second of your pregnancy. It's hard, and I love you so much for going through this. I love you so much for giving me our child.", he finishes, pressing a warm kiss to your hand, and you can't help but sob, the unexpected speech from your husband making you feel so much things, especially because you know how hard it is for him to say what's on his mind, even to you.
Yoongi doesn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms around your large figure carefully, pulling you closer until your face is buried in the crook of his neck, his hands stroking your hair slowly as you cry your heart out, letting out weeks of hidden fears and insecurities wash away with your tears.
Maybe you don't feel like the prettiest human right now, but it doesn't matter because you'll have the most beautiful child in the world, exactly like his father.
Jung Hoseok:
You're on the sofa in the living room, texting your mother, who you think is more concerned about your pregnancy than you are, when you feel something strange in your stomach, almost like gas bubbles, or a growling tummy.
You make a face and set your phone aside, squirming a bit on the blue-colored couch in an attempt to get comfortable. This feeling has been happening for a few weeks now, these little flutterings in your stomach, but now it's much more distinctive, and you place a hand on your curvy belly, trying to calm down the strange movements inside of it.
And that's when you feel it. The smallest of kicks against your palm, just above your belly button, like the wings of a butterfly, and you gasp, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the feeling that you now know is your baby moving in the womb.
How didn't you think about this possibility? You're already at your 25th week, just around the time when you can start feeling your baby's "quickenings".
"Oh my God. I have to tell Hoseok.", you whisper to yourself after a few seconds of complete shock, still a little bit delirious, before rolling into a seating position, your elbows supporting the weight of your unnaturally heavy body.
"Hoseok!", you shout, waiting impatiently as you hear cabinets closing hastily, and then the sound of hurried footsteps running down the hallway, before your husband's head pops out of the corner, eyes wide and worried.
"I was just making you a bowl of cereal, like you wanted. Are you okay?", your boyfriend asks gently, coming closer to you and crouching in front of the couch to be at eye level with you, his eyes scanning you for any reason of discomfort.
Hoseok's wearing an oversized dark grey sweater, light grey shorts and his favorite purple sandals, and there's cute black round glasses perched on his nose that make you feel all kinds of things, especially matched with his hot messy brown hair, but you don't let yourself dwell on his attractive appearance at the moment.
"Hobi", you whisper, not even knowing how to tell him about the fact that you've just felt your first child move for the first time.
Hoseok's eyes furrow, looking even more worried than before, and he reaches his hand out to squeeze yours gently, his skin warm against yours. "I'm here. Talk to me, baby."
You don't talk, but you do reach out to take your conjoined hands, and place them on your stomach, right where you felt the baby move a few seconds before.
It's quiet for a few seconds, your poor husband's expressions growing more confused by the second, but you know he feels it as well when his eyes suddenly widen, his jaw dropping and the hand against you jolting with surprise.
"Oh my God.", he breathes out, voice slightly shaky when he looks at you, his expression excited but also a little unsure, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Was that-"
"Yeah", you bite your lip, bringing up your interlocked hands to kiss J-hope's palm. "That's our baby boy, Hobi.", you say with a tone of disbelief that matches your husband's expression perfectly.
You're not really surprised when J-hope jumps up, knowing your boyfriend's energetic personality, but you still laugh when he starts dancing in front of you, matching his cries of happiness to his impressive popping skills.
The baby seems to feel your excitement and happiness, too, because you're pretty sure he moves even more than before, kicking even harder against your stomach, almost as if he was dancing in the womb as well.
"It looks like this kid will be a musician just like his dad.", you mumble later, when you and your husband are curled up on the sofa together, your hands wrapped around Hoseok's torso tightly and your head placed on his chest, the steady beating of his heart setting you in a dreamlike state.
Hoseok laughs under you, and you feel the ripples underneath you, sending waves of warmth in your chest. He leans downwards towards you, pressing little butterfly kisses all over your face; your eyelids, your nose, cheeks and mouth.
He stops only when you're giggling like a teenage girl and pushing him away with your hands weakly, leaving one last peck on your lips before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face, pulling you even closer to him with his hands around your waist, caressing your baby bump carefully.
"Well, he might be a dancer like his dad, but that's not the most important thing", he says nonchalantly, and you raise your head to look at him, slightly surprised that Jung Hoseok, who loves music more than all the people you know combined, is saying that. "What's even more important, is that he'll be an angel like his mom."
Kim Namjoon:
When Namjoon walks through the doorway, you're already standing in front of it expectantly, two hands on your pudgy waist while your left leg is tapping on the floor steadily, a habit you have gained whenever you're nervous or stressed.
"Um… Hi, baby.", your husband says carefully, easily reading your body language and knowing something's wrong. "What's going on?"
He's dressed like he's been at work, which makes a lot of sense considering he was busy composing and producing the songs for the upcoming BTS album the whole day. His caramel hair is slicked back, pushed away from his face with hair gel, there are golden specs placed on the bottom of his nose, and he's wearing fashionable khakis tucked into a mint button up.
He looks tired, and what he really should be doing right now, instead of staring at you with a worried expression, is go take a long nap, but the growing panic in your chest is overwhelming, and you can't help but let it control you.
"We need to get the nursery ready", you announce, watching as Namjoon freezes on his way to you, his concerned expression changing into a more confused look, eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes and his mouth pulled into a small frown.
"The nursery is ready, though?", Namjoon replies, but it sounds more like a question than a statement, uncertainty tainting his voice as he seems to run through all the things you bought for the room since you discovered you were pregnant almost 36 weeks ago.
"It's not!", you reply, and maybe it's the unexpectedly sharp tone of your voice, or the slight shake of your hands that seems to jolt your husband awake, understanding filling his gaze as he scans your face carefully, his expression not as lost as before.
The past week or so, you've had these weird jolts of inhuman energy, followed by the need to organize and clean everything in sight, otherwise known as, the internet so generously explained to you, nesting. Namjoon had come home too many times to find you cleaning some old cabinet you never opened, folding loads of laundry for no apparent reason, and rearranging furniture in the middle of the night.
Your husband was slightly confused by the phenomenon for sure, but didn't try to stop you from cleaning as much as you like, although he did warn you to be careful not to wear yourself out, and tried to help as much as he could to take some of the pressure off of you.
"Okay, baby.", your boyfriend starts carefully, stepping towards you slowly as if he was scared you'll run away. "Why don't you tell me what needs to be done so we can figure it out, hmm?", he asks gently, finally reaching you, and his strong arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your large belly meets his hard torso.
You let yourself relax slightly, your own hands dropping to your sides uselessly, the tension in your shoulders slowly decreasing, and exhale loudly. "We need to paint the room, and fold the clothes in the closet, and maybe buy more toys-"
"Okay, okay.", Namjoon's palm comes up to cup your face sweetly, stopping your frantic rant, and he sends you a dimpled smile that you can't help but smile back to, because you were always a sucker for the deep holes in Namjoon's cheeks, pregnant or not. "We'll do everything, I promise. Everything will be perfect when our baby comes along."
You nod, letting Namjoon press a soothing kiss to your temple, before he pulls back, leading you to your shared bedroom with a hand around your waist, taking off his shirt when you enter the room as well, clueless.
"What are you doing?", you ask, not hiding your confusion when Namjoon throws on himself one of his old, worn out t-shirts he never wears anymore, before tossing a similar one to you.
"Well, if we're going to paint the nursery today, we should probably wear something comfortable.", your lover says with a wide grin, and you can't help but grin back, changing into the huge shirt and taking off your pyjama shorts, before following Namjoon to the nursery, your heart feeling lighter than it was the whole day.
Park Jimin:
You whimper when you vomit again, lurching over the toilet as you empty your stomach, which you're legitimately surprised has anything left inside of it at this rate.
You can hear Jimin say something above you, but it sounds far away, like your head is underwater. You can feel his hand in your hair, pushing the sticky strands away from your face, the other one rubbing your back soothingly as he continues to mumble sweet assurances in your ear, even if you can't quite understand them.
Morning sickness was apparently just a name, because you were getting sick at the most random hours of the day, and it was definitely not limited to the early hours of it.
Just a few minutes ago, in fact, you were perfectly fine, helping Jimin cut some vegetables for a healthy salad before you suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea course through you, sprinting to the bathroom without another word to your husband, who followed you immediately, calling you name worriedly.
And now you were here, bent over the toilet for the last five minutes, letting out whatever food you ate today or maybe your whole life, with Jimin supporting you from behind, holding you through it.
Your knuckles are white from grasping the edge of the toilet in a death grip, when you finally let out a shaky breath that's been caught in your throat since you got here, letting your head fall between your shoulders as you try to catch your breath.
"Baby", Jimin's voice is soft and steady, but you can hear the worry and sadness tinging it. He hated seeing you like this, and you know he's blaming himself for not being able to do anything to make it better, even if none of this is his fault. "Do you think you can get up?"
You manage to nod, but don't make any move to straighten up, instead letting your husband's strong hands wrap around your shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around gently to face him, every movement calculated and careful, making sure not to trigger your vomiting all over again.
Your boyfriend's brown eyes are filled with pity when he sees your state, your eyes teary and red, face pale and body weak and motionless against him. "Oh, sweetie", he mumbles, brushing away the teardrops staining your cheeks, his skin warm against yours.
He looks so beautiful right now, with his blonde hair, which you insisted on combing today just because you find it so soft and fun to play with, and Jimin could never really resist you. He's wearing a simple black sweater, gray sweatpants, and fuzzy white socks, and his soft skin is shining under the harsh light of the bathroom, giving him an angel-like halo.
You would kiss him, but you feel like the taste of your mouth is probably deadly right now, and you don't even have the energy to cross the two inches left between your lips.
Jimin seems to understand you perfectly, because he wraps a hand around your thin waist, pulling you close until your face is tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck, leaving a soft, fleeting kiss on your dark hair. "Do you want to take some medicine, babe?", he asks, murmuring the words against your head, and you nod against him, too tired to answer.
You shriek when you suddenly find yourself in the air, Jimin lifting you bridal style as it it's not big deal, still making sure not to jostle you too much, and wrap your hands around the blonde's neck to steady yourself, glaring at him when he giggles cutely. "Yah, you should've warned me!", You scold him, but your cheeks are already heating up from the romantic gesture, and Jimin seems to realize, sending you a cheek grin.
"Sorry, babe.", Jimin apologizes sweetly, pressing another warm kiss to your red cheek as he continues trekking down the hall with you in his arms, not stopping until he reaches the kitchen, where the vegetables are still waiting to be eaten.
Placing you on the gray counter, Jimin shuffles through the different cabinets in the room, throwing out different ointments and medical supplies until he fishes out what he was looking for with a small victory cry, a container of pills your doctor recommended you to take whenever you suffer from morning sickness.
"Here, take this", Jimin passes you the box, before walking over to the kettle and switching it on, the machine immediately starting to let out soft whistling noises. "I'll make you some camomile tea, okay?"
You mumble a gentle 'thank you', your whole body filling with warmth when Jimin passes you a glass of water to down the pill with, watching you when you swallow it with cautious eyes.
You can't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl in the world, to be married to this amazing man, to carry your shared baby with this angelic human, and it feels like your heart is expanding when you watch Jimin blow on your tea, making sure it's not too hot, before handing it to you, standing between your legs and rubbing the inside of your thighs soothingly.
So you set the hot beverage aside, instead wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck, and pull your lover as close as possible, pressing your lips to his soft ones, smiling when you he lets out a surprised noise, but still wraps his own arms around your lower back, the action already natural to him by now.
You kiss for a while, these lazy, loving kisses that you enjoy even more than the hot, heated ones, and you can't help but whine when Jimin pulls away, biting your bottom lip gently as he does.
He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes opening to meet your own, and there's this soft, dreamy smile on his face that makes you want to kiss him again, to tug him even closer to you. "That was nice baby, but you should drink your tea. Don't want you getting sick again."
You sigh, pouting with annoyance, but grab the mug of tea reluctantly, deciding not to make Jimin's life harder than it already is. "Fine, but only if I get cuddles."
Jimin laughs at that, pressing another peck to your pouty lips with a fond mumble of 'cutie', before pulling away and helping you off the counter, the grip on your waist steady and firm. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Kim Taehyung:
"I'm nervous", you whisper to Taehyung, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you continue to walk down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the doctor's room at the end of it.
"Everything's going to be okay, don't worry.", your husband responds, sending you a soft smile, but you don't miss his slightly sweaty palms, and the nervous fluttering of his eyes. He was just as jittery as you.
Breathing through your nose, you stop in front of the tall door, gulping at the sight of the small sign mentioning the purpose of the room: "Doctor Choi Jisoo- Ultrasound and Pregnancy". It somehow made everything even more real.
Noticing your hesitation, Taehyung reaches in front of you, tapping the door with his knuckles before backing up, pulling you even closer to him before a soft feminine voice calls from inside. "Come in!"
You let out a shaky exhale, sending your lover another helpless look, and he smiles again, this time more genuinely, before pulling you to him to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm right here", he whispers, forehead pressed against yours, his thumbs stroking your cheeks soothingly, before he pulls away and opens the door.
The office is neat and pretty, light streaming in through large glass windows, a large white desk in front of them covered with organized piles of files, writing tools in a tall cup, and a small plate of mints.
The woman sitting behind the desk fits the feeling of the office perfectly, a woman around her thirties, with shiny brown hair tucked into a tight bun, delicate features, and a slender figure clad in a white doctor's robe and a tight black pencil skirt reaching under her knee.
"Hello", the doctor sends you a small, yet kind-hearted smile, motioning you to sit down with a wave of her manicured hand. "You must be Kim Y/N. I'm Doctor Choi Jisoo, and I'll be doing your first ultrasound."
"Nice to meet you.", you reply, sending your own soft smile before continuing: "This is my husband, Kim Taehyung", you point at Taehyung, who bows his head towards the doctor respectfully. "Nice to meet you.", he says in his charmingly deep voice, still not letting go of your hand, placing it on his lap even after you sit down.
"Okay, let's get straight into it", the doctor says with a more formal voice, pointing at the clean, white bed in the edge of the room. "If you could lie there, please."
You get up, Taehyung following close behind you, and lie down on the hard mattress, watching as the doctor puts on gloves and takes a tube of clear-looking gel. "You're in your 12th week, right?", the doctor asks, lifting up your purple knit-sweater to reveal your tanned stomach as she gets ready to apply the gel.
"Yeah", you wince slightly when the cold gel touches your skin, and your boyfriend's by you in a second, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to get you to relax.
"I'm fine", you promise when you see the worry in Taehyung's dark eyes, squeezing his hand two times to reassure him, and he squeezes back, obviously holding back from saying something to the doctor.
You hold your breath when the doctor puts the transducer on your stomach, and you feel Taehyung still beside you as well, the feeling almost like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for your baby to appear.
"There it is!", the doctor says, and you can't help but let out a gasp, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, because even if the picture is grainy, and the baby is so small, not bigger than a plum, you already know he or she is the prettiest child in the world.
You vaguely register Taehyung beside you, mumbling something like 'the most beautiful thing I've ever seen', but you're too caught up in your own feelings, you don't even register it, nor the assurances of the doctor, promising you the baby is in perfect health and shape.
There's a light tap on your shoulder, and then you're turning around to meet the doctor's smiling face, her eyes bright, twinkling with something that looks like pride, and she's patting your head gently, whispering: "I'll give you two some time alone".
The seconds after the doctor exits the room are filled with so much unspoken words, the only sound in the room being the steady breathing of the two of you. It's Taehyung who speaks first, his voice filled with emotion and love.
"Our baby is beautiful", he mumbles, looking down at you, and you want to run your hand down his cheeks and wipe the glistening tears that lay there, but you also want to keep this image of him in mind, so beautiful, with his slightly curly black hair, his nose red from crying, deep eyes shiny from unshed tears, and lips stretched into a boxy grin so wide it blinds you.
"Yeah", you say back, your own voice sounding so filled with love and indescribable joy, and you let Taehyung wipe the tears off your cheeks with his lips, kissing all over your face as your grasp him tightly, afraid that this is all some amazing dream that'll slip through your fingers.
Later, when the two of you are home, Taehyung admiring your not-so-noticeable baby bump with a gaze so loving it melts you inside, running his hand up and down your stomach and telling you stories of what he thinks you should name him (he was sure it was a boy), you can't help but let out a disbelieving laugh, your boyfriend raising his eyebrows at the sudden action.
"We did that", you breathe out, your mind running back to the first picture of your first baby, which was now tucked safely in the drawer by your body, another copy already sent to get framed.
Taehyung laughs at that, leaning up to hover over you, his legs tangled with yours, and he runs his hands up your sides, smiling when you squirm from the ticklish sensation. "Yeah.", he replies, his eyes soft like melted caramel. "We did."
Jeon Jungkook:
"Y/N!", the sudden shout jerks you out of your thoughts, and you turn around to your boyfriend, who's looking at you with raised eyebrows, his eyes showing confusion and slight worry. "I've called like two times already. What's gotten you so focused?"
"Sorry", you sigh, rubbing the space between your eyebrows. Now that you think about it, it seems like you've been on your laptop for a long time, judging by the fact that Jungkook's already home and the sun is setting outside, coloring the world in hues of orange and pink.
Jungkook doesn't answer, simply sliding his black duffle bag off his shoulder and walking over to the chair you're sitting on, standing behind it, close enough that you can feel the warmth emitting from his skin.
"What are you doing?", he asks, staring at the open tabs in your laptop, numerous websites that range from "the size of your baby on week 23 of pregnancy", "ways to keep your body healthy during pregnancy", and "complications during labor".
You shrug, feeling slightly embarrassed at your boyfriend finding you surfing the internet like some crazed hag, and Jungkook seems to notice the change in your behaviour, because he turns the chair you're sitting on effortlessly, so you're facing him.
"Is everything okay?", Jungkook asks carefully, squatting down to your level and staring at you in the eyes, his expression slightly nervous like it always was when it came to talking about feelings.
You nod, but Jungkook doesn't seem to buy it, tilting your head up gently with a slim finger on your chin, so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. "You know you can tell me anything", he whispers, intelligent doe eyes holding so much sincerity and care that your heart stutters in your chest, and you sigh, running a distressed hand through your messy dark hair.
"I know, Kook.", you answer, pecking your husband's lips gratefully, and he hums against your lips, greatly satisfied by the gesture, before you pull back, biting your lip nervously while Jungkook stares at you, patiently waiting for you to say what's on your mind.
"I'm just", you start, your cheeks growing red at the thought of saying your cursed thoughts out loud, but you know better than to keep secrets from your husband, especially when it comes to your own child, so you grit your teeth and continue. "I'm scared I won't be a good mother. Like, what if I'm not responsible enough? I'm still so young, and so are you. Maybe having a kid at this age is crazy. What if we'll ruin his life?"
The silence that follows your ramble is deafening, Jungkook's mouth open slightly in surprise, his dark eyes wide, and you open your mouth to say something, anything to take back what you said, but Jungkook's already talking before you manage to.
"I don't know", your lover says, and you snap your head up on surprise, expecting some words of wisdom, or at the very least a clueless assurance. Jungkook seems to catch your shock, because he sends you a small, loving smile, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek gently with the back of his hand, something akin to awe in his eyes as he stares at you.
"All I know is, I love you.", Jungkook continues, his voice completely confident and firm, yet also soft and loving, and he reaches out to grasp your hands tightly, almost desperately, in his own warm hands. "I want to learn these things with you, Y/N. I want everything with you. The good and the bad, and everything in between."
You feel your eyes water at your husband's sincere words, his effect on you still the same even after years of marriage and dating, and you bring him forward to kiss him, even though it's more of a desperate clash of tongue and teeth than anything else.
You pull back after a few seconds to stare at Jungkook, stare at the man you love so dearly, the man you cherish in a place so deep in your heart that no one could ever replace. The human bunny you fell in love with all these years ago, with his soft black hair, his cute button nose you love to kiss, his plush pink lips that curve into that gorgeous smile of his, the shiny eyes that crinkle whenever he laughs at something silly you say.
"I Iove you too, Jungkookie.", you whisper in the soft atmosphere between you, pushing away the dark strands of hair from his forehead so you can drown even more in the eyes that hold all the secrets to the universe. "I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said."
"There's nothing stupid about being scared, love.", Jungkook mumbles, his own hands running down your long hair before pushing a loose strand behind your ear. "I'm scared too, but it's okay, because I have you. Don't be afraid to lean on me."
"I won't", you promise, letting Jungkook sweep you down into another lingering kiss, the taste of his lips so familiar to you, yet just as sweet as always.
You can't help but giggle when Jungkook's lips leave your own, instead sliding down your throat, leaving little butterfly kisses on the way down, and stopping at your stomach, just where the baby is, and leaving another gentle kiss there. "I love you too, my little baby".
"Hey", you whine playfully, staring down at Jungkook with a fake glare, "I'm your baby", you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest dramatically.
Jungkook laughs, bunny grin back on display, and you feel your heart explode from the tremendous amount of love you feel, hugging the older man's broad chest to you when he says: "You're my big baby, and they're my little one. I love you both, my babies."
BTS on your first date:
Kim Seokjin:
"How do I look?", you send your reflection another weary glance before turning to your best friend, who looks at you judgingly, looking rather unbothered while chewing a fat piece of gum loudly.
"For the last time, perfect", she says with a sigh of exasperation, lifting her hands up in the air when you still don't look satisfied, biting your lip and pulling on the bottom of your short flowery dress. "Damn, you really like the dude, huh?"
You blush, tucking a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, avoiding your best friend's examining eyes as you mumble a bashful: "Maybe?"
Y/F/M's eyes soften slightly at your nervousness, and she reaches out to tug you into a warm hug, making sure not to smear the makeup she finished applying mere moments ago. "You have nothing to worry about, he's going to fall for you for sure.", she says sweetly, pulling back to look you in the eye.
Before you can say anything else, a knock on the door startles the both of you, and you send your friend a panicked expression, ready to bolt for the bathroom and flush yourself down the toilet. Before you can do that though, your friend's grabbing you by your shoulders and leading you to the door, her firm grip not letting you escape.
With one last shaky breath, you tug the door open, a small smile spreading on your face when you see Seokjin standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face and holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.
Jin was actually your boss in the restaurant you worked at, and you've had the crush on him for the longest time before you accidentally confessed to him at a group outing where you had a little too much to drink. To your surprise, he told you he felt the same, and asked you with the sweetest smile if you would like to go on a date with him. Obviously, you said yes.
And here he was, in all his handsomeness, wearing a semi-formal outfit, a crisp white button-up clinging to his broad shoulders and black slacks hugging his long legs, his soft brown hair styled away from his forehead and a shy smile gracing his plump lips.
"Hey", you say shyly, playing with your fingers the way you always do when you're nervous, your best friend already closing the door behind the two of you and disappearing in your shared apartment.
"Hey", Jin responds, scratching his neck for a second before handing you the single flower in his hand. "This is for you", he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks when you take the flower, your fingers brushing against each other as you do.
"It's beautiful, thank you", you say gratefully, feeling like a teenager all over again, and walk down the two steps until you and Jin are both standing on the pathway, the other towering over you with his height.
"Let's go then, our table is reserved for 20:00", Jin says, leading the way to his sleek black Mercedes, his body close enough to yours so you can feel the heat he is emitting, but he doesn't touch you yet, his hand hovering over your lower back.
Jin is a gentleman and nothing less, holding the door open for you when you slide into the passenger seat, saying that 'you look gorgeous tonight, by the way', and engaging in some small talk on the way to the restaurant he reserved you. It feels too good to be true, really.
When the GPS announces that you reached your destination though, you look around in confusion, waiting for Jin to say that you reached the wrong location, but to your shock, the young man opens the driver's door, sliding off the soft leather seat before walking around the vehicle and opening your door with an all-knowing grin.
"You can't be serious", you say, staring at the other in bewilderment, not even trying to get out of the car as Seokjin laughs, enjoying your disbelieving expression.
"Did you seriously reserve a place at a 5 Michelin star restaurant? Are you out of your mind?", you gape at him, forgetting all the shyness you felt moments ago, too busy thinking how the hell you're going to pay for this meal tonight.
As if reading your mind, Jin smiles gently at you, reaching his hand out to you. "Hey, I asked you to go out with me, so I decide where we'll go. Trust me, okay?"
You hesitate for another second, still feeling angry at the other for bringing you to a millionaire's restaurant, but you take his hand anyway, trying to ignore the warmth flowing through your body at the simplest touch from Jin.
"I couldn't bring a girl who works at a restaurant to Panda Express, you know?", he explains jokingly, and you try your best to stop from laughing, keeping your glare on determinantly.
"You're unbelievable", you mutter, punching Seokjin's arm half-heartedly as he laughs, making a big deal of limping the rest of the way to the grand entrance of the building, where two well-dressed bodyguards are standing by the doorway.
After you confirm your reservation, the two of you get led inside the restaurant, and you can't stop gaping at the marvelous architecture, your eyes bulging as you walk past dozens of round tables covered in silk white tablecloths, shiny silverware placed placed carefully and glamorous chandeliers giving the room a fairy-like glow.
Jin chuckles a bit at your amazement, endeared by your innocent behaviour, and pulls back the red velvet chair when you reach your table, placed in an intimate corner where no one can pry too much, pushing you down gently when you don't even realize you need to take a seat, his eyes crinkling from smiling.
"You look so amazed, I'm afraid the food will be a disappointment", he says teasingly, and you blush, unable to stop your racing heart at all the kind gestures you're receiving from the other, and the evening just started.
The two of you start looking at the menu, both of you knowing most of the foods on the menu thanks to your job, and talk in between, the two of you filling each other in on everything you don't know about each other as co-workers.
You like talking to Jin. Even before you started crushing on him, he was a role model to you, and probably, to everyone in the restaurant. He came from a very rich family, and he could easily have lived his life doing absolutely nothing, or continuing the work of his business-man father.
Instead, he chose to open a restaurant, and work as a chef, ignoring what everyone said about him and pursuing his dream from a young age. He became successful and respected, but not because of his parents, because of his own hard work, and you always admired that greatly.
"Oh my God", you moan around another bite of ratatouille, closing your eyes as a symphony of flavors explodes on your tongue, and you hear Jin hum in agreement, the shared dishes you bought quickly running out as you take bite after bite, drinking sips of expensive wine and continuing your conversation as well.
When it's time to go, you don't miss Jin sneakily trying to push his credit card into the waitress' hands, and you frown, fishing out your simple black purse and pulling out your own black card.
"Hey, why didn't she take mine as well?", you ask with confusion lacing your voice, noticing immediately the way Jin avoided your eyes, taking a too-long sip from his now almost empty glass of wine, before setting it down with a small smile.
"How about you pay next time?", he suggests, voice nonchalant, but you notice the nervousness underlining it, Jin's slim fingers wrapped too tightly around the glass, his knuckles turning white.
"Next time?", you say, feeling your own cheeks heat up, momentarily forgetting the fact that your crush paid what must be a huge amount of money on your first date, too busy clinging to the 'next time', which you so desperately want to happen.
"Yeah", Jin says, lifting his soft brown eyes up and meeting your own wide ones, his smile now slightly more confident. "I really like you, Y/L/N Y/N."
Min Yoongi:
You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at the tall wooden door in front of you. You've been here a hundred times before, but this time felt different, and the thought set a flock of butterflies in your stomach.
You knock on the door before you can overthink it, retracting your hand quickly and tucking it behind your back, rocking on your heels as you listen to the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance slowly.
You smile when the door opens, revealing your life-long childhood friend, and now, your date for tonight. You don't know how many times you've seen Min Yoongi like this, with his messy black hair and pale skin, a small smile on his face, wearing a hoodie two sizes too large on him and basketball shorts, brown eyes concealing his happiness at the sight of you. The only difference is, usually, he doesn't look this nervous.
"Hey", Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, pushing the door open even more to allow you to come in, and then moving aside, and you try not to think too much about his arm brushing yours when you enter, the weird thoughts making your cheeks warm.
"Hey", you hug your friend gently, and even though you've done this many times as well, it feels different, the arms wrapping around you holding a new protectiveness and care. You can't say you don't like it.
"So", you follow Yoongi into the apartment, already knowing this place by heart, and slip into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. "What are we doing today?"
"I thought we could just watch some Netflix, you know. If you want.", Yoongi responds, disappearing in the living room, probably to set up the huge flat screen TV he owns, and you return the glass water bottle to the fridge, entering the living room as well.
"So just Netflix and chill?", you ask, enjoying the way your friend's fingers freeze over the keyboard, before he shoots you a sly smirk that sends shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want."
It's your turn to blush now, and you curse Suga under your breath, choosing not to respond, instead slipping onto the soft blue couch, covering yourself with one of the many fluffy blankets your date prepared beforehand.
Being Yoongi's friend since preschool meant you two were very open with each other. He knew all your problems, fears, secrets, desires, and you did too. It was scary to suddenly feel shy next to the one person you always felt comfortable with, but you can't blame anyone but yourself for falling in love with your best friend.
You don't know when you started looking at Yoongi like a potential lover instead of a friend, but realizing it was the scariest moment in your life. You felt ashamed for feeling like that about your childhood bestie, and alienated yourself from him in hopes it will get your mind to work properly.
But Yoongi, being Yoongi, didn't let you hide away, and after you wouldn't answer his calls or texts for two weeks, he came to your house, surprising the shit out of you, and demanded to know what this was all about.
You knew he wouldn't accept a lie, so you went for the truth and hoped that he would somehow forgive you and your friendship will overcome this obstacle. What you didn't expect however, was Yoongi mumbling a tired 'pabo' before he pulled you close, pressing a searing kiss to your lips that had you gasping for air. 'I like you, too. More than a friend.', he said. And now you were here.
"You good?", Yoongi's curious voice shoots you out of your thoughts, and you snap your head up to meet his amused, yet somewhat concerned expression. "Yeah, sorry", you mumble, shooting him a small smile, and he nods, passing you a bowl of popcorn before sliding into the spot next to you, close enough to feel his body heat, but not quite touching.
The movie starts after that, the two of you concentrating on the plot. Yoongi chose a random action-thriller and it was so good you completely forgot about the popcorn in your hands and the now-cold pizza on the table, your mouth agape and eyes wide as you stare at the blaring television screen.
In the corner of your mind, you're aware of Yoongi shuffling next to you, as if something's bothering him, and you almost turn to snap at him for ruining your concentration when there's a sturdy arm pulling you closer to a warm chest, and you feel your cheeks burn. Oh my God.
You try not to breathe when Yoongi pulls you even closer, albeit hesitantly, until you're practically cuddling, both of you wrapped in fuzzy blankets and Suga's arms wrapped around your stomach firmly, his lips so close to your hair you feel light-headed.
"Is this okay?", he whispers after a few more seconds of silence, and you gulp, the older's deep voice giving you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.
"Yeah", you answer, because it is, it's perfect, even if your body is tense like a ruler and you can't quite get yourself to relax into Yoongi's hold.
"Y/N.", Yoongi's firm voice, not leaving you a choice but to turn and look into his mysterious dark eyes, his pink lips hovering over yours. "Can I kiss you?", he asks simply, not beating around the bush, and your heart combusts in your chest, your breath quickening.
"Yeah", you answer, voice shaky, and it seems like everything disappears, the movie long forgotten and fading in the background as Yoongi reaches for you, tilting your chin up gently until your lips brush slightly, like the touch of a butterfly.
And then he's kissing you harder, his hand sliding higher to cup your cheek, and you turn around even more in his hold, until you're practically sitting in his lap, your own arms locking behind his neck.
"Let's not make this weird", he breathes out when he pulls away from you after a few seconds, slightly panting, his lips tainted bright red from your little make out session. "I want you, Y/L/N Y/N."
Jung Hoseok:
Blind dates were never really your thing. You hated the feeling of insecurity that came with blind dates, the burning curiosity in your chest and the awkwardness.
Which is why the first time your best friend suggested you go out with a guy she met at her new zumba class, who also happened to be the instructor, you were quick to say no.
You were laying on her lap, the two of you sprawled on your ratty blue couch in your shared apartment, and you were complaining to her about your exams this week, and how you were positive astronomy was going to kill you.
It took you a few minutes of angry rambling to realize that your friend was hardly listening to what you had said, nodding half-assedly and humming at random times, her mind obviously busy with something else.
"What are you thinking about?", you demanded to know, sitting up so the two of you were face to face and pointing at her accusingly. "You hardly heard a word I said."
"I did.", Y/F/N defended herself quickly, "Your life sucks", she elaborated, wincing when you raise an unconvinced eyebrow at her, not buying the whole innocent facade.
"Okay, fine, I was thinking about something.", she admitted, smiling at you sheepishly before moving to hold your hands in hers, an action that only succeeded in raising your suspicions even more.
"I know you don't like this kind of thing", she started slowly, and your confused expression turned into a frustrated one, already knowing where this conversation was headed.
"But you know how I started taking a dance class recently?", she asked, and you nodded despite the urge to cover your ears and ignore this conversation.
"Well, my dance instructor is super cute, like a literal sunshine. And the fact that he's super hot and an amazing dancer is just the cherry on top to his perfect personality.", Y/F/N said so enthusiastically, it almost broke your heart to interrupt her fantasies.
"So I thought, if you want, I could set the two of you up for a blind date? I already checked if he's single.", your friend asked hopefully, puppy eyes on full display, and you sighed, shaking your head.
You were thankful to Y/F/N for always taking care of you, you really were. Since she started dating her boyfriend a year and a half ago, she's been trying to set you up with lots of guys, maybe because she didn't want the moment she moves in with her partner to be hard on you, which you knew was getting closer judging by the increased amount of guys she talked to you about.
But you just weren't looking for a guy right now. The last thing you need this year is another distraction from finally getting your degree and finishing uni.
"Y/F/N, he sounds great, but I'm just not interested, okay?", you said gently, but your tone left no room for argument, and judging by the way the light in your friend's eyes dimmed slightly, a small pout growing on her face, you knew she understood there's no point to continue this conversation.
"Okay", she sighed defeatedly, and you smile at her thankfully, returning to your previous lying position, and the two of you ditched the topic, moving on to see some cheesy rom-com on Netflix.
Unfortunately, your best friend ditched the topic for exactly two days. Since then, she brought up that freaking dance instructor every day for the next two weeks, stopping when you called her out for it only to continue the next day.
Maybe it's the annoyance that brings you to say yes, or the notion that actually going on a bad date will prove to your best friend that there's no point to meddle in your life. Either way, much to your best friend's happiness, you agree to go on a coffee date with him.
You tug on your ripped blue jeans, feeling slightly uncomfortable in your unusually attractive fit. You don't even remember when was the last time you dressed up for someone, although you had to admit it was refreshing to look good for once, and not feel like a couch potato in the same sweatpants and blank t-shirts.
It's a pretty day today, the perfect day to grab a coffee at a local coffee shop with a friend or a significant other, and it's kind of sad that you're going to be wasting your time on some guy who will never want you for another date.
You cross the street, heading towards the cafe where you know Hoseok is waiting, and ignore the painful churning in your stomach and the constant buzz of your phone, signaling becoming messages from your BFF, who's probably reminding you to be nice and text her the second you get out of there.
The cafe is one you visit many times with your friend, a cozy shop with small round tables, potted plants and soft jazz music in the background. You push open the door to the store, the familiar bell signaling your arrival, and wave at the workers you already came to know, who smile back at you before continuing with their jobs.
Your friend described Hoseok as tall and lean, with brown hair and eyes that crinkle when he smiles, so you look around, searching for a matching face and freezing when you spot it. But that can't be him. He's way too hot to be on a blind date with you.
The man is sitting in the far end of the coffee shop, the golden light streaming through the large glass windows giving his tanned skin an angelic shine. He's scrolling through his phone, a small pout on his full lips, and his hair is a dark brown, almost black, parted in the middle and streaming down his face in shiny waves.
There are silver glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and he's wearing olive green wide denim pants, tucked into an oversized t-shirt that did nothing to hide his small waist and bulging biceps. All in all, he was a total snack. And way out of your league.
But another glance at the cafe proves to you that, despite the absurdity of the situation, this guy was your only option, unless Y/F/N set you up with a grandma or a black-haired teen, which wouldn't surprise you as much as it should.
You feel your heart practically beat its way out of your chest, the need to run out of the coffee shop and back into your safe apartment growing the more you look at the handsome man. But that wouldn't be fair, not to your friend or your date. So you stay.
Gathering all the courage you have left, you walk hesitantly towards the table, the young man not noticing you yet, his eyes still fixed on his phone where he is typing away furiously. You clear your throat awkwardly. "Hello."
The dark-haired man in front of you startles from his daze, snapping wide brown eyes to you, before breaking into an unexpectedly bright grin, showing off two rows of straight white teeth and an adorable dimple.
"You must be Y/N!", he exclaims, getting out of his seat to shake your hand enthusiastically, the glimmer in his eyes not disappearing for a second. "I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-hope if you like."
You nod shyly, the other's bright attitude and overflowing charisma taking you by surprise, and let the young man pull your chair out for you dramatically, a small smile making its way on your face as you slide into the comfortable seat.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice you, I was just taking care of some work-related things", he explains with a guilty expression, and you shake your head quickly. "It's all good", you say, waving your hand dismissively, and your heart beat rises slightly when the other's worried expression turns into a wide smile once again, J-hope sighing in relief.
"So, you're a dance instructor, right?", you ask as a way to start the conversation, noting the way J-hope's eyes turn impossibly bright at your question, an unmistakable passion glimmering in his eyes.
You listen as J-hope explains to you all about how he got to his career, why he loves it so much and where he wants to go with it in the future. To your surprise, you listen with fascination, J-hope's excitement and sincerity captivating you completely. It was obvious dancing was the only career for him.
You have to admit that he's adorable, with his cute hand gestures and face expressions, and he's a complete gentleman as well, ordering for you first and asking you about your major and what you want to be doing in the future with so much interest, you actually start to believe that you have something to tell.
The conversation never seems to die down, the two of you talking passionately about the most random topics for what seems like hours, the sun slowly setting without you even noticing, the food you ordered also forgotten.
You think it's the most you've laughed for a while with someone who wasn't Y/F/N, and the most you've talked about yourself so openly, but you can't seem to mind when Hoseok smiles at you like that, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he stares at you with something scarily close to fondness.
When you finally exit the shop it's already pretty late, the last birds chirping their goodbyes and people already coming back home from work, the roads filled with cars and crowds of fast-walking men and women.
The two of you walk side-by-side after Hoseok insists on escorting you to your car, despite his being the opposite direction, and it dawns on you that you actually would really, really like another date with this charming man.
"Actually…", you're already in front of your small red Jeep when Hoseok speaks up, and for the first time today he looks insecure, his gaze flitting away from your face and to the black asphalt. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"
There's a hidden meaning behind his question, a hope for more than just one date, and you're so happy you could dance right now, but you stop yourself, instead smiling so wide you think you break your jaw. "I was hoping you'd ask."
Kim Namjoon:
"Are you sure you're okay with this?", you ask Y/F/N hesitantly for the tenth time, your hand hovering over the doorknob as you await her response.
Your best friend snorts, rolling her eyes slightly at your overly worried behaviour. "For the last time, it's okay. I'm honestly surprised he asked you out only last week considering he's been drooling all over you since we became friends.", she says sarcastically, a mischievous smile on her delicate face, and you blush furiously, pushing her weakly as revenge.
Going on a date with your best friend's brother was pretty awkward, but it seemed like you were the only one sharing that thought. Y/F/N looks scarily nonchalant right now, standing by the door in her unicorn onesie, her brown hair tied into a messy bun, sipping on her cup of coffee, like she always does in the morning.
Namjoon and you met when your best friend invited you over to a family barbecue a few years ago. It was the first time you were going to meet her family, and you already knew she had an older brother and two more younger siblings. But your excuse of a best friend never told you that her older brother was amazingly attractive and a perfect gentleman.
The fat crush you have on Namjoon was probably there since the first day you set eyes on his face, with the adorable dimples and the melanin skin, but you pushed it down, knowing that falling in love with your best friend's brother was just plain wrong.
But how could you not fall in love with him, when he was everything you ever wanted in a guy? Intelligent, a good listener, handsome, a hard worker and a family guy, always looking out for his parents and younger siblings.
Honestly, you had no idea he felt the same, even if you caught him sending you soft smiles when he thought you weren't looking, or staring at your lips when you talked, but you ignored these moments, excusing it as attraction and nothing more.
When Namjoon asked you out, after two and half years of you knowing each other, your best friend already knew about it, since he wanted to ask for her permission to take you out. Just when you thought you couldn't be more in love with him.
You hug your friend one last time, tightly, as a sign of gratitude and maybe also apology, and she hugs you back just as tight, even if she laughs and says teasingly: "Just go already."
So you go, shutting the door behind you and walking towards the elevator of your building, your stomach filled with butterflies as you enter the empty elevator, pressing on the first floor.
You stare at your reflection in the large mirrors, anxiously tugging at your checkered plaid skirt, which you thought went well with the cream-colored sweater you had on, but now doubts fill your head, and you curse silently, turning away from your image.
Rushing out of the elevator, you spot Namjoon waiting in the lobby of your apartment building, rocking on his heels as he whistles a tune absentmindedly, his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.
He looks handsome like always, wearing beige slacks that compliment his long legs, a white shirt and a green denim jacket to top off the look, and his dirty blonde hair is perfectly combed to show his forehead, soft strands framing his sculptured face.
Before you can even reach him, Namjoon notices you, his brown eyes widening and a smile adorning his lips, the deep dimples in his cheeks popping out. "Y/N!"
You smile when you reach the other, walking into his outstretched arms, the gentle, protective hug he gives you warming your heart, and you let your own hands wrap around his strong torso, standing on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck, so you can smell the nice scent of his cologne, sandalwood and blueberries.
"Hey", you say when you break the hug, still standing close enough to feel the body heat radiating from the taller man, see the warmth twinkling in his brown orbs. "Where are we going today?"
"I thought we'd just take a walk. I know a really nice place not so far from here, and I bought sandwiches in case we get hungry", he adds with an adorable smile, waving a small metal container, and you laugh at the pride in his face, knowing Namjoon was literally banned from the kitchen in his family's house, since that one time he made the toaster explode.
"I love that idea", you say honestly, your own wide grin splitting your face, and you can't help but add with a teasing tone: "And I can't wait to taste your sandwiches."
The two of you start walking then, and it's the perfect weather outside, a beautiful morning in the fall, when there's this chilliness in the air, but the sun is still shining from above, so you can still walk peacefully without worrying too much about a coat or heavy clothing.
You walk for something like ten minutes until you reach a pretty park you've never seen before, despite it being so close to your home. It's quiet, with a simple brick trail leading into it, wooden benches and an assortment of trees, the green almost blinding in the midst of the hustling city around you.
The two of you spend time talking, something you would gladly do all day with Namjoon, his smart takes on life and his opinions on the most trivial matters all fascinating to you, giving you whole other points of view you never considered.
When you get tired and hungry, you sit down on one of the benches, and Namjoon opens the small container he brought, taking out two delicious looking sandwiches with salami and a bunch of vegetables, the bread almost bursting from the generous amount.
The two of you eat, the conversation not ceasing for a second, and you're enjoying this way too much, loving the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you two, the chirp of the birds and the absence of people.
"I hate to do this, but I have a shift soon, so we should start heading back", Namjoon says sorrowfully when the sun is already in the middle of the sky, his eyes showing actual sadness at the thought of this date ending, and you can't help but feel the same, a small pout growing on your lips.
"Of course. It's been hours anyway.", you say, putting on a cheerful smile that probably seems forced, because Namjoon smiles at you fondly, getting up from the bench before taking your hand hesitantly in his, the warmth of it seeping through your skin, tightening his hold around you when you don't pull back.
"I'll take you back home", the older says gently, and you let him pull you up, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your dark hair as you start walking again, back to the entrance to the park.
When you reach the entrance of your building, it seems like there's many unsaid words hovering between the two of you, Namjoon avoiding your eyes while you bite your lip shyly, playing with your long fingers.
"I had a great time today", Namjoon says after a few more moments of silence. "And I'd really like to take you out again.", he continues, a cute blush forming on his cheeks as he stutters nervously. "If you'd like to, of course."
"I'd love to", you breathe out, and Namjoon grins, relieved, pulling on your interlocked arms to close the space between the two of you, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, so soft you think you might have imagined it.
When he pulls back, you're pretty sure the two of you look like some teenagers in high school, blushing furiously. Namjoon studies you for a moment, eyes warm, before saying: "I'm really lucky I met you, Y/L/N Y/N."
Park Jimin:
When your best friend said her friend, a music major like her who she met through the university, was coming over to study, you expected a shy young man, maybe with round glasses, lean and tall, wearing plaid shirts and baggy jeans.
You didn't expect him to have silver hair, a muscular body easily seen through his purposely tight clothes, and full pink lips that curved into a flirty smile. Said music major knocked on your front door wearing a dangerous all-black outfit, skinny jeans, a tight golf sweater and a leather jacket, and he looked like a mafia leader in a drama, if it weren't for the colorful notebooks in his hands.
"Hi, I'm Park Jimin. Is Y/F/N here?", the young man said with a surprisingly sweet voice, his dark eyes examining you closely before flitting back to meet your wide eyes.
You gulp, hating yourself for answering the door wearing freaking checkered sweatpants that you should probably burn, and a loose gray shirt that made you look like a sack. And let's not even talk about the bird nest on top of your head.
"Uh- Yeah, yeah, she's in her room", you stutter, feeling your cheeks burn when the man smirks at your awkward behaviour, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly what you were thinking.
"Thanks", he says simply, sending you an adorable eye smile, the complete opposite of the sexy smirk from seconds ago, before disappearing down the hallway, with you staring at his broad back dumbly until he disappeared from view.
Since that day, Jimin came to your apartment frequently, Y/F/N smiling slyly whenever she mentioned how eager her classmate was to come over, something he never wanted before.
You and Jimin's talks were limited to the usual greetings and the occasional small talk when your best friend would get stuck in the bathroom, something she seemed to do more and more frequently as time passed.
You did learn however, that the intimidating aura Jimin first gave off when you met him, was nothing like his personality. Sure, he was flirty, randomly throwing you compliments about how beautiful you are that make your face explode, but he was mostly a giggly softie, almost baby-like in his behaviour, with his cute gestures and way of talking.
Apparently, unlike your best friend who specializes in a variety of instruments, Jimin was a dancer and a singer, and you actually saw him performing one time, from a video Y/F/N sent you when he was practicing, and it was honestly jaw-dropping. The more you knew Jimin, the more you liked him, and it was a big problem considering he was way out of your league.
So when Jimin shows up one evening at your apartment, wearing a huge green bomber jacket and ripped jeans, his nose red from the cold and now-brown hair covered in a black beanie, you can't help but be slightly confused.
"Y/F/N's not here right now", you say apologetically, concealing your surprise that Jimin came here without talking to your friend beforehand, the opposite of his usually organized behaviour.
"Actually, I came here for you", Jimin says with a sly smile, and you blanch, staring at him for a second dumbfoundedly before saying dumbly: "Oh."
Jimin seems to notice your helplessness, because he smiles at you gently, motioning vaguely at the inside of your house. "Can I come in? It's really cold outside."
"Oh! Of course, sorry.", you blush, muttering more apologizes as you move aside, letting Jimin enter the house and trying to ignore the way his hand brushes yours on the way in.
Jimin entered the house, sitting down on the comfortable gray couch in your small living room, and looked at you almost nervously before clearing his throat, his fingers fiddling restlessly on his lap as he waited for you to take a seat in front of him.
"So… Are you coming to the music major performance next week?", Jimin starts, his voice hopeful as he looks at you with wide brown eyes, the sight so adorable you almost coo.
The end of the year performance of the music majors is basically the biggest event of the year, to them and to everyone else. Their participants and their performance is crucial to their grade, so it's a really big deal. Y/F/N had been practicing day and night for weeks now, walking around your apartment like a zombie who lives on espresso. You assume that Jimin wasn't any better.
"Of course I am. There's literally no excuse except death that'll make Y/F/N forgive me for not coming.", you snort, and Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling. "Right, stupid of me to even ask."
You talk for a few more minutes about the performance before Jimin seems to get nervous again, the continuous movements of his hands returning, his mind wandering elsewhere.
"You good? It looks like you're hiding something.", you ask, voice teasing but tinged with worry, and Jimin sighs heavily, cracking his knuckles before looking up at you.
"Actually, I wanted to ask if you'd be my date? For the after party. All the music majors go to a nice bar in the city, and I thought if you'd like to come with me…", Jimin's nervous rambling turns into a quiet murmur by the end of the sentence, his cheeks sporting a light blush as he avoids your eyes.
You stare at him, not quite understanding the situation. Park Jimin, the heartthrob of the campus, your best friend's friend, and the most talented man you've ever met, was asking you out.
Jimin's awkward cough is what snaps you out of your shock, meeting his expectant eyes with your own wide ones. "Yeah, I'll go with you.", you manage to say, your cheeks reddening when Jimin breaks into an attractive smile, letting out a relieved sigh.
"Damn, you really had me worried there", he says with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his shiny brown hair, the strands falling over his eyes messily, and you giggle, looking down at your lap.
The two of you end up talking some more, the night flying by as you Jimin tells you about the upcoming performance, which is rumored to be the best one since the university was first opened. When he finally leaves, sending you a sweet smile as he exits your apartment, you can't wait for next week to come.
And now you were here, your throat hurting from all the screams that came out of it during the performance, the images of a sweaty black-haired Jimin, wearing a see-through white mesh shirt and black dress pants, hugging his strong thighs perfectly, not leaving your mind for a second.
Y/F/N was amazing as well, obviously, and you gave her a bucket of red roses she probably already saw that morning as a congratulatory gift, but she still smiles gratefully and hugs you tightly, her face practically shining with happiness.
"Y/N!", you turn at the sound of the soft voice, grinning when you see an excited Jimin skipping his way to you, now changed into a loose denim shirt and his familiar black skinny jeans.
You don't hesitate to leap at him, ignoring the smell of sweat still clinging to his skin or the fact that any other day you would never act so bold. "You were amazing today. Seriously, Jimin I'm speechless", you mumble into his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he laughs, his own hands encircling your small waist.
"Thank you. I'm really happy you're here.", he says honestly, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes, his arms not leaving your waist.
The two of you go with the rest of the music majors to a bar in a bus the school rented for the night, the whole ride filled with excited chatter and scream of happiness. You sit in the back between Jimin and Y/F/N, happily listening to them talk about the performance, still high on the adrenaline.
The bar is a small, nice place, with good music and clean wooden tables, formally dressed barmen treating customers with an assortment of different alcohols.
Y/F/N goes to sit with the rest of her classmates, after sending you a not so discreet wink and a pat on the ass, leaving you and Jimin alone by a table in the side of the room, Jimin ordering the two of you bottles of soju and glasses of champagne.
You spend the night talking with Jimin, and then after you get drunk, laughing stupidly about nothing and everything, leaning on the young man's shoulder when you get tired, the late hour having its effect on you.
"Let's get you home, hmm?", you hear the older mumble next to your ear, and then there are strong arms picking you up carefully, making sure not to jostle you too much, and Jimin's sturdy figure supports you gently as you walk out of the bar slowly.
The ride home is rather quiet, with you leaning on Jimin the whole way home, your head buried in the crook of his neck and his hand wrapped around your shoulder gently, humming a soft tune into your hair.
Jimin takes you all the way to your apartment, going as far as opening the door for you, before he brings you in for a sweet hug, rubbing your back gently. "I had a lot of fun today", he mumbles above your head, and you hum, pulling back to look him in the eye.
"I hope this isn't a one time thing", your tipsy self says with confidence you could never have, and Jimin chuckles, brushing a dark strand of hair away from your eyes carefully. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Kim Taehyung:
"So, where are you going to meet the guy?", Y/F/N asks curiously, following you out of the bathroom where you were combing your wet black hair and into your bedroom, trying to match her walking to your hurried strides.
"He suggested we go to some famous art gallery in the city", you say half-mindedly, struggling to pull up your leather knee high boots as your friend whistles lowly with appreciation beside you. "Damn, he's a man with taste."
You nod, barely hearing your friend as you look at your reflection in the mirror, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you went too far with your outfit, the short black dress and long beige trench coat suddenly feeling like too much.
"You look great", your friend interrupts your thoughts, her excited expression now changing into a more understanding one, her eyes glistening with comfort. "First online dates are always nerve-wracking.", she adds knowingly, patting your hair gently with a soft smile before exiting the room and letting you finish freaking out by yourself.
Online dating was terrifying, you have to admit. When you first saw the picture of the model-like man on your Tinder, asking for you to swipe right, you were hesitant. Men like this don't need dating apps to get girls, that's for sure, so you were scared he was just another guy who uses a picture of some hot dude as his own, trying to lure women into his trap.
You probably would have let him go too, if it wasn't for his bio that piqued your interest. Apparently, the guy did modeling as a part-time job, and he was also an "independent artist", knowing how to sing and play a few instruments. He was a dog person and his dream is to design clothes, and his other hobbies are: sightseeing, photography, and painting.
Anyone who has just a bit of sense would never miss out on a guy like that, so you swipe right on this Taehyung guy and hope that he's not a fraud. The two of you start talking through the app, and he sends you a lot of selfies of him and his dog, Yeontan, giving you more confidence that he was actually who he said he was.
Now, after you've been talking for a few months, he finally suggested going out for a first date, which made you extremely stressed. From texts alone, Taehyung seemed like a talented, kind, funny young man, and you had great chemistry, your conversations always filled with passion, even when it came to the weirdest topics, but that can change completely when you actually meet.
You sigh, making your way out of your apartment building, hugging your coat closer to you when another wind raises goosebumps on your tanned skin as you wait for a taxi to arrive.
The ride to the gallery takes a bit of time, so you text Taehyung quickly, telling him you're on your way and he responds saying he's already there, suggesting you meet by the entrance of the museum.
When you reach the destination, you thank the taxi driver, quickly handing him the money you owed him before exiting the car, your eyes immediately searching for Taehyung's tall form while you walk towards the fancy building, the interior lit with bright lights.
"Taehyung-ssi?", you ask hesitantly when you reach a man with a white mask on his face, fluffy dark hair barely showing thick eyebrows and soft brown eyes. He's wearing something you would imagine Taehyung, the fashion expert, would wear: mustard-colored slacks, a light gray knit sweater, a checkered scarf and a long dark-grey coat, nearly brushing his ankles.
"Y/N?", the man says with a voice so deep it sends shivers down your spine, and you gulp, nodding shyly at the man, who takes off his mask to reveal his face after hearing your positive answer.
Somehow, Taehyung is even more handsome face-to-face, and you feel yourself blush even more when you're met with the guy for the first time, merely a feet away from you. You can't help but admire the golden skin, the pretty mole on his nose, the perfect nose and the inviting heart-shaped lips, awed by the fact that you met this god through a dating app.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N", Taehyung says with a small smile, and the only thing you can do is agree, still mesmerized by the other's sheer beauty. "Shall we go in?", he asks, pointing at the museum with a slender hand, and you nod once again, following him into the large building.
The two of you walk slowly, talking in hushed voices as you enter the gallery, where more people are already admiring the variety of works, from art critics holding pen and paper to couples walking with hands interlocked, flitting from piece to piece with admiring eyes.
To your relief, there isn't an awkward atmosphere, the conversation between the two of you going great once you loosen up a bit. Taehyung asks a lot of questions you didn't discuss online, and also brings up topics that he wants to know your opinion about, along with saying his thoughts on the different art works, where Taehyung got to show off his obviously wide knowledge, talking to you about textures, and colors, and more things you don't understand, but interest you nevertheless.
Taehyung tells you about how he also paints here and there, amongst his other interests, going by the artistic name 'V', a symbol of success and victory, and you're fascinated by the man in front of you, who seems so thoughtful and intelligent, yet somewhat innocent, with his sparkly puppy eyes and curious nature.
When you finally exit the gallery, it's close to closing time, and the two of you head down the street, not wanting the night to end quite yet, so you go buy a cup of green tea from a small, cozy store close to the museum. You sit on one of the empty tables in the shop, sipping on the piping hot liquid and letting more time pass by as you laugh and chat.
"Text me when you get home, okay?", Taehyung says when you slide into the cab, a small frown on his face, clearly not pleased by the fact the two of you are parting ways. Not that you're any better, but his worry warms your heart, and you smile, an idea popping in your head.
"How about you give me your number?", you suggest shyly, before adding stupidly. "In case something happens… It's faster, you know?"
Taehyung chuckles at that, and the sound is so hot and lovely you can feel yourself burning up, the other nodding his head with a boxy smile you came to be obsessed with. "Definitely. That's a great idea."
Jeon Jungkook:
"Are you ready to go?", the soft voice makes you raise your head up from where you're packing your things into your small leather bag, meeting Jungkook's slightly nervous doe eyes, a shy smile on his pink lips.
"Yeah", you smile at the other gently, slinging your bag on one shoulder before walking over to the young man, admiring the way Jungkook's eyes sparkle when he looks at you, following your movements carefully, a habit of his since you met.
When you first started your chemistry class, you didn't understand why the university's bad boy was staring at you all the time, with dark eyes and a serious expression. It was rather intimidating, especially after you heard the whispered rumors of him breaking girls' hearts wherever he went, so you immediately thought he hated you.
Jeon Jungkook was the typical hot emo guy, the kind who girls love to fall for, even more because it seems hopeless, every woman wanting to be the one to steal his heart and get him out of his private bubble. He always came to class with earphones deep in his ears, ignoring the looks from the rest of the thirsty, or just plain curious, students, wearing all-black outfits, his long dark hair falling over his eyes in soft waves.
He hardly spoke in class, and it didn't seem like he listened too much either, most of the time with his earphones in, or doodling something on his notebook. Yet, you accidentally saw his test once when the teacher was passing by, and it was a straight A. Basically, Jeon Jungkook was a mystery, one you did your best not to fall for. The last thing you wanted was to be like the rest of his crazy fangirls on campus.
So imagine your surprise when Jungkook came up to you after class, running a hand through his black hair, probably a nervous habit of his, as he stopped in front of your desk, his aura screaming discomfort.
"Um… hi", you said when the young man didn't make a move to say anything, instead just staring at you with wide eyes, feet tapping against the floor as if he was ready to run any second now.
Your voice seemed to startle the other from his daze, and he blinked owlishly, gulping hard before blatantly asking: "Do you want to go out with me?"
You stared at the other, frozen, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, your beating heart proving to you that despite how much you tried, Jeon Jungkook still managed to slither his way into your feelings effortlessly. "Excuse me?"
"Do you want to go out with me?", Jungkook repeated, more confidently now, his eyes locked with yours, hard on the outside but also showing vulnerability, fear of rejection, and everything suddenly makes sense.
The fact that Jeon Jungkook avoided you even more than he avoided others, the constant staring, the blushing when your eyes accidentally met or when you sat next to him in the back row. It was all because he liked you. How ironic.
And the thing is, you now fully understood that you like him, too. Talking with him solidified the feelings you were pushing away, so you took a deep breath before smiling gently and saying: "Yes."
Jungkook's eyes widened then, as if he didn't actually expect you to say yes, as if you were the university's heartthrob and not the other way around, as if he wasn't the most endearing person on the planet, with his surprised Pikachu face and his tattooed hands clenched into a small fists, his nerves getting the best of him.
And then Jeon Jungkook broke into a smile, one that you hadn't gotten the opportunity to see since the start of the year, and your heart positively melted in your chest, the cute bunny teeth and the crinkling eyes too much to handle.
"Okay", he breathed out, playing with the strap of his black backpack for a second before raising his head to you. "So… I'll see you tomorrow?", he asked hesitantly, and it felt like the awkward air around you finally cleared away, after half a year of stolen glances and hidden thoughts.
"Yeah.", you smiled widely, and Jungkook eyes seemed to soften even more, the high walls around them finally crumbling down, and he waved at you one last time, almost shyly, before disappearing in the hallway, leaving you alone with your frantically beating heart and blushing cheeks.
And now here you are, after a two more weeks where you and Jungkook sat next to each other every class, managing to attract the attention of the whole campus, who wondered how Y/L/N Y/N, the most average girl, succeeded in winning over Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, you were wondering the same thing.
Jeon Jungkook was nothing like the cold-hearted lone wolf everyone made him out to be. He just happened to be really shy, but he had a few close friends who he introduced to you one day at lunch, and next to them he was another person, one that laughs a lot and acts silly and gets babied all the time for being the youngest in the group.
Jungkook takes you on your first date to a fair, which is perfect for both of you, since you both happen to like thrills and competitions rather than a candle-lit dinner. You go there in Jungkook's black Toyota jeep, singing to the pop music playing on the radio and talking about what you'll do first when you reach the fair.
You fix your striped black-and-white crop top and denim shorts when you exit the car, the heat of mid August hitting you the second you get away from the refreshing air conditioner in the vehicle, and you huff, thankful for your short clothes.
Jungkook is dressed comfortably as well, adding a pop of color to his usually all-black fit by matching his oversized black shirt with ripped blue jeans that hug his thighs in all the right ways, and brown Timberlands.
"Where should we go first?", he asks you after closing the car door, the sun reflecting on his shiny hair as he walks towards you with light steps, his eyes twinkling with undeniable excitement.
You look at all the attractions in the fair: a huge ferris wheel, various food stands, a stage for musical acts, horses, all sorts of games and arts and crafts. "Everything looks fun", you say honestly, and Jungkook hums in agreement before grinning at you. "Let's check it out!"
The two of you enter the fair, walking close enough for your hands to brush, going to whatever happens to catch your eyes, with you pulling an amused Jungkook to pet a bunch of fluffy rabbits, cooing softly at the adorable animals while your classmate stares at you fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You do every game in the park, and because Jungkook is a competitive ass, he wins you every prize in the fair, your hands filled to the brim with plushies and keychains. You go the different rides, sitting close together on the Ferris wheel, your thighs pressed together, looking with awe at all the ant-people scurrying around and the orange sun starting to set in the horizon.
The atmosphere is light and humorous, Jungkook being the funniest person you've ever met and a crackhead in disguise, and there isn't a full moment, Jungkook going as far as participating in a hot-dog eating contest, beating a bunch of 5 year old kids with a trumphiant expression.
"I'm so tired", Jungkook comments when the two of you are sitting on the soft grass, eating cream doughnuts sold only in the fair, the sun already halfway drowned in the ocean, the last rays tickling your skin gently.
"Me too", you agree, brushing the powdered sugar off your fingers, and staring at the slowly emptying park, the different stands already starting to close, ready to open again tomorrow.
"Y/N…", Jungkook starts hesitantly after a few more minutes of silence, and you turn to him expectantly, meeting his soft brown eyes with your own. "I just wanted you to know… I really like you. And I hope you'll let me take you out again."
You think about Jungkook, who was acting like the perfect gentleman the whole day, making sure you weren't too hot, making you laugh continuously and paying for everything. "I like you too, Kookie. A lot."
BTS when you prank them:
Kim Seokjin:
You pull the mask over your face, staring at your reflection with satisfaction. You were hideous. The rubber mask was pulled tightly over your skin, making it stuffy and hard to breathe, but the final look was worth it.
The mask was in the shape of something like a ghost goblin, an ugly brown face with green veins, sharp ears like an elf, and dark circles around the holes of the eyes. The nostrils were up like someone smeared the nose of the disgusting creature, and it had no mouth, just blood-covered lines from the bottom of the nose to the chin.
This was going to scare the hell out of your boyfriend, which was exactly what you were aiming to do. You don't know when your relationship with Kim Seokjin became waking up every day and looking under the bed to make sure there isn't a puddle of shaving cream waiting for you to step on it, but you couldn't say you didn't like it.
The prank war between the two of you escalated quickly, but you always made sure never to hurt each other in any way, the pranks never crossing the line too much, but what you were going to do today was maybe a bit more evil than usual.
You walk out of the bathroom, taking care to not make too much noise, and peek at your boyfriend, who's sleeping soundly in your king-sized bed, one of his hands still spread over the space where you were a few minutes ago, cuddling into him.
Seokjin is handsome even when he's asleep, with his dark hair falling over his eyes, bangs parted on his forehead, his full pink lips closed as he lets out silent puffs of air, his broad chest rising and falling steadily and his eyes closed, his eyelashes curling over his eyes. He's wearing checkered pyjamas, the top and bottom matching, and he's covered in your fluffy white blanket, the thick material reaching his chin.
Walking over to your boyfriend stealthily, you bite your lip to stop from laughing, already imagining his reaction, and reach out a hand to shake his shoulder hard, knowing that he's not a very light sleeper.
Like you expected, Jin doesn't wake up, simply turning to his side and mumbling something under his breath before he falls into a deep slumber once again, and you roll your eyes, the lack of air in the mask starting to make you heat up, and reach your hand out again to shake the man harder, tugging off his blanket. "Jin!"
Your lover opens his eyes slowly, and you hover above him, waiting for his eyes to focus and his mind to clear up. It takes a few seconds as he yawns, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulder, blinking blearily, before he finally looks at your face, his mind still working slowly until his eyes widen, almost falling out of their sockets.
Your boyfriend screams, leaping out of your bed and almost toppling over the blanket that was still tangled in his legs, his arms waving as he bolts out of the room, mouth wide open and sheer terror painted on his face.
You on the other hand, are folded on the ground, laughing uncontrollably since the moment Jin first saw you, tears springing into your eyes and you take off the rubber, still sitting on the ground, waiting for your boyfriend to come back as you gasp for air, holding your stomach.
"What the hell, Y/L/N Y/N?!"Jin screams as he enters the room, pure betrayal on his face as he looks at your hooting figure on the ground. It seemed like he made it a few steps out of the room before he understood the situation and came back, hair a mess and hands on his hips, his skin a few shades paler than usual.
"I'm sorry", you say, but you're so busy laughing it doesn't sound even slightly sincere, your face red from the lack of air and your muscles straining from being in the same position as Jin stares at you with disbelief, his own lips twitching as he tries not to laugh at the ridiculous situation.
"You're so dead for this, seriously", Jin waves his finger at you like an angry teacher, but the smile is still tugging at his lips and his face still has lines all over it from the pillow, so the glare isn't doing too much.
You laugh, finally getting up from the fluffy white carpet, and walk over to your boyfriend, flicking his forehead lightly just to see him frown again, his pink lips jutting out in a pout. "I'd like to see you try."
Min Yoongi:
Min Yoongi was very hard to distract when he was working, you know that from a lot of personal experience. And now was one of his busiest days yet, the nearing comeback forcing him to stay locked in his workroom, writing lyrics and melodies for days in a row.
You swing your legs restlessly, scrolling through your phone and trying to pass the time, but Instagram was getting boring and so was watching Suga fancams, so when an idea pops into your head, you practically topple off the gray leather couch, a no-good smirk growing on your face.
You don't remember where you saw this prank, probably on some tik tok video, but it was a harmless, cute prank, so you didn't mind doing it to your boyfriend. The idea was passing next to Yoongi wearing different outfits each time, the weirder the better, and see if he notices. Honestly, he's so focused right now you're not even sure this will work, but you have nothing better to do anyway.
Running to Yoongi's workroom, which also happens to be your study room, you open the door quietly, slithering into the room and walking towards the bookcase, which has a bunch of your notebooks that you use to study for exams. You make sure not to say anything to your boyfriend, who's sitting with his back to the door and probably doesn't even notice you're in the room, and grab a random notebook before walking out of the room, a mischievous smile on your face.
You skip to your shared bedroom, opening the door to your walk-in closet and ruffling through the different outfits, hanging on racks or folded in piles in cabinets. You pick something rather simple for starters, a simple black overall with a cute white shirt underneath, and make your way back to Yoongi after fixing your long dark hair and putting on cute black spectacles.
You walk inside again, grabbing another thick book from the wooden shelves before swiveling around, biting your bottom lip so you won't giggle accidentally, the thrill of the prank making you unexpectedly jittery.
You do the same thing over and over again, changing to more and more absurd outfits every time, from a Hawaiian shirt you didn't even know you owned with grey sweatpants, to a unicorn onesie, and finally, your grand entrance: your prom dress from five years ago.
When you enter the workroom once again, Yoongi is still facing the computer, sketching down more lyrics, and you turn around, trying not to look disappointed that your beautiful dress was completely ignored as you return all your studying material to their places on the shelf, pouting as you do.
"Y/N", you freeze when you finally hear your boyfriend's gravely voice for the first time this day, and will yourself to look natural as you turn around, the sparkly grey material of your dress pooling around your feet. "Yeah, baby?"
"Are you doing some weird runaway or something? Because you could've just told me.", Yoongi says, eyeing your dress with nonchalance that impresses you, and you blink at him owlishly, the meaning behind his words slowly coming to view.
"You mean… you saw everything?", You ask dumbly, mouth slightly open as Yoongi continues looking at you, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was trying really hard not to laugh, his brown eyes twinkling with something almost mischievous.
"You mean if I saw you come in different outfits like 50 times? Yeah.", your boyfriend says, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes before looking at you again, your mouth still open like a goldfish out of water.
You were sure Yoongi didn't see you the whole time, too busy with his work to notice you, but apparently he was looking at you the whole time, watching you like he takes care of you, humbly and quietly. The thought makes you giddy inside, and you look down, smiling with happiness even though your prank was technically a fail.
"I'm always looking at you, you know", Yoongi says gently, as if he reads your mind, and you raise your head to look at his soft eyes, his own small smile gracing his lips, and you blush, averting your eyes again before he adds teasingly. "But don't you think wearing your prom dress is a little too much?"
Jung Hoseok:
The idea came to your mind after suggesting your boyfriend that you buy a dog. Hoseok was actually into the idea, having his own puppy at his family's home and loving the furry animals, and you were looking for the right time to adopt, already discussing the breeds you'd like and the different names.
As if by some power from above, it just so happened that when you were scrolling through your Instagram earlier today, a video of a prank text between a random couple caught your eye, and you clicked on the post, your eyes widening and a gleeful giggle escaping your mouth the more you scroll to the right.
The prank was basically the girlfriend telling her boyfriend she adopted a "dog", and sending him a picture of some wild animal, like a baby coyote or something like that. The boyfriend obviously freaks out, thinking his girlfriend lost her mind, and you can definitely see you doing this to J-hope and getting a similar reaction.
So you wait for him to go to work, going as far as telling him in the morning that you're probably going to on a walk today, to avoid any suspicion, and wait till mid-afternoon, when you know he has his lunch break, to call him, making sure you let out all the laughter bubbling in your chest before you do.
"Hey, babe!", you grin when you hear Hoseok's cheerful voice, almost regretting your decision to prank this pure soul. Almost. "Hey, baby. I have good news!", you respond.
You hear a door closing, probably Hoseok exiting the practice room, and then it's a lot quieter, your boyfriend's voice clearer when he speaks once again, sounding curious. "What's up?"
"Well…", you start slowly, making sure to sound excited and happy, while being completely oblivious. "You know how we've been wanting to adopt a puppy?", you ask, hearing J-hope hum in agreement on the other side of the line.
"Well, I was going for a walk and I saw a stray, and he was too pretty not to bring back home, so…", you trail off, biting your lip in anticipation when the line goes silent, J-hope obviously trying to process the information that you just brought a dog from the street to your home, something that was nothing like your usual behaviour.
"Umm… that's great, babe. But are you sure he doesn't have an owner? Or that he's not carrying any diseases?", your boyfriend says carefully, and you can imagine his face right now, his dark eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes with worry, a small pout on those cute lips and his black hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. It's cute how much he supports every decision you make, while taking care of you at the same time.
"Don't worry, he didn't have a leash, and I'm planning to take him to the vet today, he's not even in the apartment. He was just too pretty to ignore, Hobi, seriously. Here, I'll send you a picture.", you pump your fist, satisfied with your acting skills and your smooth transition to the final and most crucial part of your prank: the picture.
You cackle silently when you send the picture of the dog-looking animal, with the grayish-brown fur, small enough to fit in your arms, pointy ears and a small face. You actually could have mistaken it for a dog, if it wasn't for the yellow eyes, replacing the naturally brown eyes domestic dogs have.
There's silence for a moment after the picture is sent, and wait in anticipation for your boyfriend to see the picture, biting your fingernails nervously. This has to work. You even photoshopped the wild animal to look like he's standing outside your apartment.
"WHAT THE HELL, Y/N!!", Hoseok's alarmed voice makes you startle in place, slightly surprised by the screams despite expecting this sort of reaction. "THAT ISN'T A DOG, ARE YOU SERIOUS!"
"What do you mean? Of course it's a dog!", you play dumb, your heart hurting a bit when you hear the panic in your boyfriend's voice, despite you wanting to laugh so hard at the same time, and you clutch the phone to your ear tightly, taking deep breaths to calm you down.
"No it's not! It's a freaking coyote!", you can hear J-hope cursing under his breath, and then he's opening another door, saying something you can't hear to somebody. "I'm on my way. Don't get out of the apartment."
"Wait, stop!", you wince, regretting not taking your boyfriend's protective nature in consideration when you did this prank. Of course Hoseok will leave the company to make sure you're safe. "It was a prank."
You can literally hear the way your lover's rushed footsteps halt to a stop with a screech, and then it's silent again, before the line is filled with a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."
"Sorry, Hobi.", you say with a smile, despite your boyfriend not being able to see your face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to adopt a coyote without you.", you promise teasingly, and J-hope laughs breathlessly, clearly still caught in the prank, the information only now starting to sink in.
"You're unbelievable, seriously.", your boyfriend mutters, his tone now turning annoyed after the relief fades away. "Don't you know yet that you can't do these things to me? You're so mean."
Kim Namjoon:
"Good morning, babe", you say through a long yawn, stumbling into the kitchen where Namjoon is already sitting and reading the newspaper, waiting for you to wake up before he goes to the company.
"Good morning, love.", your boyfriend responds, lifting his head to smile up at you with those deep dimples you adore so much, his caramel hair carefully brushed away from his eyes and thick black spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, his tanned skin shining under the sunlight streaming through the window.
He's wearing a clean white t-shirt and washed out jeans, and he looks way too good for this hour of the morning and for such a simple outfit, and you can't help but feel even uglier, stumbling into the kitchen wearing checkered pyjama pants and a lacy sleeveless white top, your dark hair tangled and unbrushed and your face is still puffy from sleep, with dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night to study for your upcoming exams.
The real reason you were up right now, was because it was April 1st, also known as your favorite day of the year, and you were positive your busy boyfriend didn't notice the date today, otherwise he wouldn't be looking so cheerful.
"You look good", you mumble as you lean down to peck your boyfriend's lips quickly, placing your hand on his shoulder and appreciating the muscle underneath your skin. "When are you coming back home today?"
"Probably after you'll fall asleep", Namjoon says sorrowfully, his eyes apologizing to you silently, and you pout even though you were expecting that type of answer. The comeback was getting closer and closer and Namjoon was working harder than ever, perfecting the choreography and cheering up the rest of the members.
"Should I make you coffee?", you ask, and your boyfriend nods gratefully, squeezing your hand gently as you turn around, heading towards the kitchen counter.
You're still pouting when you pour the ground coffee into Namjoon's favorite mint mug, reaching your hand for the sugar when you freeze mid-way, a sudden thought coming to your mind. If Namjoon won't be here all day, it means you won't get to prank him. Not acceptable.
Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Namjoon looking down at the newspaper again, probably reading about politics or whatever, his dark eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line like he always does when he's focused.
Thinking quickly, you put the sugar back in place and grab the salt instead, opening the glass lid and pouring in the mug a nice teaspoon of the small white grains, mixing it up before adding a dose of hot water and a little milk, just like your boyfriend likes it.
"Here you go", you hand Namjoon the coffee and sit down beside him, taking a sip of your own blue mug slowly, a small smile curving around the lid of it as you try your best not to look suspicious. "Thanks, honey".
You're not surprised at all when your boyfriend takes a very big sip of coffee, his mouth immediately spitting out the brown liquid, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing in disgust, and he gags, pushing the prank coffee away while you laugh, putting down your own hot beverage on the round table so you won't spill it from how hard you're shaking.
"Oh my God, your face", you wheeze and Namjoon frowns, looking almost baby-like when he stares at you with a betrayed expression. "Why did you do that?", he whines, using a napkin to wipe his tongue and you take mercy on him, passing him a cup of water you organized beforehand.
"April fools!", you say with a grin, watching as Namjoon's face fills with understanding and he groans defeatedly, obviously cursing his own bad memory. "I should've known."
"Sorry, I couldn't let you go away for the whole day without pranking you", you say with a sweet smile, and Namjoon sighs, looking so done with you it was actually adorable, so you lean forward to leave another apologizing peck on his lips, the fondness in your boyfriend's eyes evident when you pull back with a bright smile. "I'll make you a new coffee."
Park Jimin:
You didn't get to spend much time with Jimin lately, and it was very hard for you, considering the fact that you were used to the older's undivided attention and affection.
BTS' comeback was nearing, which meant Jimin was getting farther away, coming back home only a few times a week at the late hours of the night, his eyes sporting dark circles and limbs heavy, collapsing on the bed with you in his arms and leaving a tired peck on your lips before he was fast asleep, not able to keep himself awake for another second.
Luckily, today was the day Jimin promised to come home early enough to eat dinner with you, working even harder the whole week just so he could take this short break, and you couldn't wait to finally see him, hug him tightly and kiss him properly for the first time in what feels like forever.
When the door to your apartment opens, your boyfriend walking through the door wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants, his blonde hair tied into a cute ponytail and a huge smile on his face, eye squinted from the force of it, you sprint towards him without hesitation, leaping into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly, swinging you around like the couple's do in the cheesy dramas.
You giggle, burying your face in the warm skin of his neck, and he laughs as well, holding you tightly to his chest and lowering you to the ground slowly, until you're face to face, noses brushing with the biggest grins on your faces.
"I need to talk to you", you whisper, hands still buried in Jimin's soft hair, and you want to tell him so bad about how much you missed his comforting touch and his angel-like voice and his pretty face. Face timing just wasn't enough.
To your surprise, Jimin seems to become serious, his dark eyebrows furrowing and his eyes turning slightly panicked. "About what?", he asks carefully, and you open your mouth to ask why he seems so nervous, when an idea forms in your head, and you look down, unwrapping your arms from your boyfriend and avoiding his eyes, as if you were feeling uncomfortable, ignoring the voice in your head telling you to hug your goddamn boyfriend and never let him go again.
"We should probably sit down", you say softly, motioning to the purple sofa in your living room, and you turn around before Jimin can see the smile threatening to grow on your face, breathing out in relief when you hear his footsteps behind you.
You make sure to leave a noticeable distance between the two of you when you sit down, and Jimin seems really worried now, grabbing your hand gently in his, and even for the sake of the prank, you can't get yourself to pull away from the warm touch. "Is everything okay?"
"Actually…", you inhale through your nose sharply, secretly admiring your acting skills as you look down to your lap. "I've been thinking for a while now… And I just feel like I should be honest with you."
"Y/N, you're freaking me out.", Jimin says more desperately now, squeezing your hand in his as if he's afraid you'll run away, and you know you can't keep doing this, not when Jimin's looking at you with scared brown eyes, his whole body tense like a ruler.
"I've missed you so much", you finish with a smile, and Jimin blinks at you, his brain slowly processing the sentence while you bite your lip to stop from laughing, waiting for your lover to understand the situation fully.
"You pranked me?", Jimin says unsurely, and there's blatant relief in his eyes when you nod, his whole body sagging against the couch as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back on the soft cushions. "You freaked me out for a second."
You laugh, but there's something bugging you, so you climb onto your boyfriend's lap carefully, his eyes opening when you straddle him, looking up at you with a hesitant smile. He was clearly hiding something.
"Why were you so scared?", you ask curiously, inspecting Jimin carefully, and the other sighs, his hands coming to rub your waist gently, a soft blush painting his cheeks from the embarrassment.
"I was just worried… that maybe this relationship was too hard for you, with me not being home for a while now…", he starts quietly, avoiding your eyes, and panic and regret immediately fill your chest, and you lean down to kiss him, cutting off the horrible thoughts coming out of his mouth.
"Never", you promise when you detach from him, your voice firm even though your hands are shaking and there are tears threatening to fall at the thought of ever leaving this amazing man, who's looking at you right now with so much love it makes you melt. "You're stuck with me forever, Park Jimin."
Kim Taehyung:
One of the many things you love about Kim Taehyung is the fact that he's never taken you for granted. He always took care of you, even though he's a worldwide idol with a shit ton of money and a face that could get any girl on her knees.
Even when it came to the simplest things, if it was chores in the house like washing the dishes or folding the laundry, Taehyung always made sure to help you, making even the most annoying duties a fun experience.
Today was going to be even more enjoyable, because you're planning to make Taehyung regret splashing you with cold water in the shower yesterday. Your plan was simple, but perfect, the best way to get your boyfriend without putting in too much effort.
"I'll dry, you wash?", you suggest nonchalantly, getting up from Taehyung's lap with a peck to his cheek, the white plates the two of you were eating from now empty, the only sign that food was there was the smears of red sauce from the beef you made.
Your boyfriend hums in agreement, getting up from the chair as you pick up the silverware and the plates, heading towards your small kitchen with careful steps, making sure not to drop anything.
You smirk when Taehyung walks towards the kitchen sink, the memory of you tying a rubber band tightly around the spray nozzle entering your mind. When your oblivious boyfriend will turn on the faucet, he'll get a nice, cold spray straight in his handsome face.
Just like you expected, Taehyung starts the water, cursing in surprise when a fountain of water hits his face just right, and you cackle when your lover blindly reaches for the sink, desperately trying to shut off the consistent waterfall.
You lean against the gray marble counter, not even caring about the puddles covering the parquet floor of your kitchen, and wipe the tears from your eyes when Taehyung finally lifts his head to meet your mischief-filled eyes.
His black curls are sticking to his forehead wetly, drops of water dripping down his tanned skin, and his dark blue silk pyjama set is soaked from the top to the bottom, matching the darkness in his eyes.
You gulp, suddenly feeling a bit scared at the intimidating look in your boyfriend's eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?", you ask, your grip on the counter tightening when Taehyung inches towards you slowly.
Taehyung smiles sweetly at you, but something still doesn't feel right, your eyes squinting suspiciously when he shrugs carelessly. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I want to hug my beautiful girlfriend."
Your eyes widen at the sound of Taehyung's sentence, and you shriek when he lunges at you, sprinting out of the kitchen like your life depends on it. "You'll never catch me alive! I just came out of the shower!"
Jeon Jungkook:
It was your thing to go on random dates together, and today was no exception. You cross your legs on the purple beach towel you are sitting on, sticking another watermelon cube in your mouth before turning to Jungkook, who's chewing on a grape, bunny pout on full display and eyes squinted to avoid the sun.
Jungkook is shirtless, which is a good enough reason to come to the beach on its own, his defined abs and pecs dripping with ocean water, wet black hair falling over his dark eyes in cute curls, thick tanned thighs covered in black swim-shorts, his naked legs brushing yours as you eat from the plastic container, occasionally feeding each other.
You've spent a good part of your time here in the water, splashing at each other, Jungkook lifting you up as you screech, clinging to him tightly, but he throws you off easily, your noodle arms no competition to your boyfriend's buff biceps.
Now, the two of you were taking some time to tan after you got tired from swimming and playing around, eating the snacks and fruits you brought with you and listening to music, Jungkook rubbing on you sunscreen carefully, maybe even a little too carefully, his large hands sliding over your back and shoulders, and you return the favor just as eagerly, shamelessly feeling up your boyfriend's strong body.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec.", Jungkook says, pecking your lips gently before standing up and throwing a black t-shirt over his now-dry chest, the covered skin making you pout slightly. "'Kay."
You watch as your boyfriend disappears into the small building, stretching your tanned legs and admiring the way the bikini Jungkook chose you when you went shopping, bright yellow and somewhat cute, with the strapless top and high waisted bottoms, fits the tone of your skin perfectly. Of course Jungkook was great at choosing bikinis, just another talent to add to the respectful list he already has.
You're slightly bored without Jungkook beside you, so you let your gaze wander to the older's white beach towel, lying beside your own, when a hilarious idea pops in your mind. This will be a nice revenge for Jungkook dunking you in the water multiple times today.
You get up quickly, not wasting any time as you start to dig a hole in the sand, ignoring the crazy looks you're probably getting from passer-bys, digging as fast as you can before Jungkook will return.
You're panting by the time there's a rather large hole in the sand, big enough for a grown man to sit inside, and you smile gleefully, covering your masterpiece with Jungkook's beach towel before lying back down on your own and putting on your gold sunglasses for an extra effect, waiting for your lover to return.
"I'm back", you flip to your stomach when you see your boyfriend coming over, a soft smile on his face when he sees you, going to his spot and sitting. Or trying to sit, anyway.
You laugh when Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp, falling straight into the hole you dug up, his hands grasping the golden grains of sand uselessly to stop himself from falling and legs flailing, the useless beach towel wrapping around him as he curses, struggling to get up.
"Oh my God, your face", you snort, pointing at your boyfriend who gives up on trying to get out of your apparently deep hole, sitting instead inside the trap you set up with his hands crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you with a glare that could kill.
You're still laughing when strong arms wrap around you and you're thrown on a broad shoulder, Jungkook's arms holding you from your thighs as the ground swings dangerously underneath you, the situation only making sense when you're greeted with turquoise water underneath you, and you thrash, trying desperately to get out of Jungkook's hold. "No, not again!"
BTS when you initiate skinship:
Seokjin:
Jin is cooking in the kitchen, stirring chopped onion on the frying pan and humming to himself quietly when you come behind him, wrapping your hands around his torso and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Oh, you surprised me!", your boyfriend scolds you half-heartedly, jumping a bit in place from the surprise, and trying to hide his slight confusion that you were the one initiating the skinship.
Usually, you were the shyer one, hiding your face behind your hands whenever Seokjin compliments you or being too embarrassed to approach him when you want a kiss. But now you were high on the smell of the delicious food, and also felt slightly touch deprived since Jin was spending more and more time at the practice room, getting ready for his group's upcoming comeback.
"Sorry", you mumble carelessly, making your boyfriend roll his eyes at the indifferent tone you were using, but he can't help but feel immense happiness when you kiss his cheek again, your soft lips pressing to his smooth skin and your hands tightening around him slightly.
Not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jin turns around in your hold, not caring less about the now-golden onions in the pan, and wraps his own arms around your slim waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck gently, as you sway from side-to-side in comfortable silence.
“You smell good", he mumbles after a while, making you laugh, and you thread your fingers through his thick brown hair, feeling the shiny strands slip between your fingertips, before you respond teasingly: "So does the food, which will probably burn if you keep hugging me."
Yoongi:
You furrow your eyebrows when you see Yoongi making a face of discomfort, rubbing his shoulder once again as he shifts slightly on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
Your boyfriend's been looking bothered since you started your movie night nearly a quarter of an hour ago, and you can see he is trying to hide it from you as well, not saying anything or even moving too much so he won't attract your attention.
"Are you okay?", you ask after a moment of hesitation, picking the remote control to stop the movie and turning your body to face Yoongi, who's looking away from you, like he always does when he doesn't want to tell you the truth. "You look like you're in pain."
"I'm fine", your boyfriend runs a hand through his black hair nervously, trying unsuccessfully to hide another pained wince when he moves his hand too high. "My shoulder is just acting up again."
You curse yourself silently for not considering this option before. Yoongi recently had surgery on his right shoulder, and even though he already went through rehabilitation, his shoulder still hurt sometimes. It was completely normal, and it was only a matter of time until those feelings will disappear as well, but apparently it was bothering him more than he let on.
You bite your lip, staring at your boyfriend for a moment before you crawl towards him on the couch, smiling slightly at his confused face, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a cute frown as his dark eyes follow you curiously.
"What are you do-", you cut your boyfriend off before he can finish the question, slipping into the space between Yoongi's lean body and the grey couch, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the t-shirt clad skin before mumbling: "Relax."
You start to massage your lover's shoulders carefully, making sure not to press too hard on the sore muscles, letting your hands ease away the tension and pain held in between Yoongi's shoulder blades, your fingers flitting down to rub his back as well.
Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to, his body doing the talking for him as he relaxes in your hold, and when you peek at the side of his face, you can see the bright gummy smile you've learned to love, his cheeks blushing at the affectionate treatment he was getting.
Hoseok:
You snuggle under your furry white blanket even more, wiggling your toes as you try to get the cold out of your bones, your warm pyjamas and the humming air conditioner not doing much to warm you up, your body seeking a different kind of heat.
You sigh in relief when Hoseok finally exits the bathroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand, his soft brown falling carelessly over his forehead and wearing long blue silk pyjamas, the shiny fabric hugging his tall, lean frame perfectly.
"I'm so tired", he yawns, making his way towards his side of the bed, and you don't even wait for him to sit before you're pulling him down, earning a surprised yelp from your boyfriend at the unexpected action, his hands tightening around you automatically.
You sigh contentedly, burying your head in Hoseok's neck, the smell of his aftershave sending a warm shiver down your spine as you finally feel comfortable, the cold no longer bothering you, and you wrap your arms around the other's torso, throwing your leg over his body as you cling to his side shamelessly.
Your boyfriend's frozen body relaxes, and he lets out a happy laugh, pleased by your unexpected affection attack, used to him being the one to initiate skinship most of the time, and he wraps his own arms around you tightly, before turning his head towards you, sending you a bright smile.
"How are you so cute?!", he says excitedly, leaning down to leave kisses all over your face before you can even answer, his lips tickling your nose, eyelids, cheeks, repeatedly until you're squirming against him, your little giggles making his heart expand even more. "I love you so much."
Namjoon:
Sometimes you feel tired, like the world was physically weighing you down, even everyday life being too much to handle. Today was one of these days where you were just exhausted, more emotionally than anything else.
You let your head fall back on the sofa, stifling another yawn with the back of your hand as you scroll aimlessly through your Instagram, your eyes half closed, only opening here and there when a video of your boyfriend shows up in your timeline, making the softest of smiles creep up on your face.
Namjoon wasn't supposed to come home today, or at least you assume he won't, considering he's the leader of the biggest band in the world, who is having a comeback in less than a week. Still, a selfish part of you hopes he might show up, the need to hug him tightly and relieve the empty feeling inside you bigger than ever.
It's already late, and you get up from the couch, making way to your bedroom to wash up and get ready for bed, when there's a gentle knock on the door, your breath stopping before you even reach the handle, your hand twisting it on your own accord.
And there he is. With his caramel hair slicked back professionally, wearing blue jeans that accentuate his long legs and a beige button up, two dimples showing as he smiles at you softly, his brown eyes holding the entire universe.
You feel so happy you can't even breath, not even letting Namjoon enter the house before you're walking to him quickly, wrapping your arms around his broad torso and placing your ear on his chest, sighing in relief when you feel the steady beating of his heart in your ear.
Your boyfriend lets out an 'oof' when your body slams into his, but it only takes a second for his initial shock to wear off, and his arms come to wrap around your waist, warm and comforting, like a rainbow after a day of endless rain.
"Did you miss me?", he asks, his voice slightly teasing as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, rubbing your back soothingly, but when you raise your head from its place on your shoulder, you can clearly see the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, a wide smile making his eyes disappear into tiny crescents.
"So much", you admit, your own blush covering your cheeks when Namjoon's eyes widen momentarily at your unexpectedly straightforward answer, before his arms hold you even closer, making you feel more protected and loved than ever. "I missed you, too, love."
Jimin:
You're drinking your daily cup of coffee, the kitchen filled with the rich, thick smell of coffee beans, reading the newspaper you grabbed on your way back from work yesterday, when Jimin stumbles into the room, eyes still half-closed and steps unsteady.
Your boyfriend looks cutest in the mornings, and you feel your heart swell at the sight of Jimin, blonde hair uncombed and falling over his eyes messily, his face swollen from sleep, wearing an oversized gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, the sleeves of his shirt going past his hands and swallowing his lean frame completely.
"Goo' Morning", Jimin mutters, not noticing your heart eyes as he slips into the seat next to you, muffling another yawn in the palm of his hand, before placing his head on the cold surface of the table, clearly trying to wake up.
"Good morning, babe.", you mumble back, voice laced with fondness, and reach your hand out to pet Jimin's hair, your fingers brushing his scalp gently as you admire the softness of the golden strands, even after being dyed and colored countless times.
Your boyfriend tenses slightly under your searching hands, and you can hear his breath get stuck in his throat before he relaxes, letting his head fall to the side, revealing twinkling eyes and a content smile, still slightly sleepy.
"You're so adorable, Jiminie~~", you coo, managing to surprise yourself as well with how affectionate you're being, your usual shyness gone and replaced by a protective feeling at the softness of your boyfriend's mere presence.
Your boyfriend's cheeks burn bright red immediately, and he turns his head back down to the table, trying to hide his tomato face from you, but you can still see the sides of his cheeks, raised from how wide he is smiling, so he grabs the newspaper you were reading from its place on the table, using it to cover his face as you laugh, the affection attack quickly turning into a tug a war match as you try to reveal your giggling boyfriend's face, while he tries to keep it covered. "Yah, I was in the middle of reading that!"
Taehyung:
There's a gentle breeze streaming through the window, ruffling your dark hair gently and making you close your eyes, a sigh of content leaving your lips.
"The weather is amazing, isn't it?", your boyfriend asks, his deep voice penetrating the calming silence, and you hum in agreement before opening your eyes to look at Taehyung's figure in the driver's seat, his own satisfied smile gracing his full lips.
The two of you are on your way to Daegu, to visit Taehyung's family. It's not the first time you've done this, yet it still makes your heart flutter just how relaxed and happy Taehyung looks whenever he's on his way to meet his beloved parents and siblings, not a trace of anxiety or stress tainting his delicate features.
You let your eyes flit over Taehyung's profile, admiring the way his auburn hair brushes his forehead gently, fluttering slightly because of the wind coming through the window, the sharp slide of his jawline and the soft shape of his nose. It all just screams perfection, and you can't help but feel amazed by the fact that this man is yours.
Overwhelmed by your feelings for the other, you reach for Taehyung's hand, the one that wasn't placed on the steering wheel, and interlace your fingers, admiring the way his golden skin blends perfectly with your creamy one, before pressing a sweet kiss to the back of his hand.
Taehyung's eyes move to look at you for a second when you place your interlocked hands in your lap, your thumb tracing hearts all over your lover's hand, and you can see the big smile tracing his lips and pulling it into the familiar boxy shape you love so much, delight and surprise shining in his brown orbs.
Skinship was always a big part of you and Taehyung's relationship, he loved clinging to you, kissing you and initiating cuddles and hugs, and he loved it even more when you were the one to act all sticky and romantic, even if you were sometimes too shy to do so.
"You're so cute when you're affectionate.", Taehyung says randomly after a few more minutes of driving in peaceful silence, the only sound being the soft country music playing on the radio, and you roll your eyes with a smile, already expecting this sort of comment to come.
Jungkook:
You watch with awe as Jungkook jumps off the treadmill, his black hair stuck to his forehead like glue, sweat dripping down his forehead and jawline, the liquid beads shining under the florencent lights.
"You're seriously going to kill yourself one day", you say disapprovingly, crossing your arms over your chest when Jungkook comes towards you, grabbing the water bottle and the white towel behind you with a breathless laugh.
"I'm fine", your boyfriend says dismissively, ignoring your glare and downing down gulps of ice cold water, his adam's apple bobbing as the the bottle empties itself quickly, the plastic crinkling into his veiny hand.
You sigh when Jungkook gets down on the floor, starting his three minute timer before balancing himself on his forearms, ragged breaths leaving his mouth as his white tank top clings to his sweaty abs, his biceps bulging and the muscles of his back prominent.
You smirk when an idea enter your mind, and you get down on the floor, lying in front of your boyfriend so your head is right under his, giggling when a look of confusion crosses Jungkook's face, his dark eyebrows furrowing from surprise and exertion. "You should learn how to work out under distractions."
"Y/N, what-", you cut your boyfriend off with a kiss, tilting your head up to peck his lips gently, ignoring the sweat clinging to his skin before you press your lips together again, longer this time.
It's adorable how quickly Jungkook gets shy, a small smile setting on his lips when you detach from him, despite him trying to look somewhat annoyed at you for purposely interrupting him. "What are you doing? I'm so gross right now, ew."
"So maybe you should stop working out and take a shower, so we can kiss properly", you suggest with a shrug, leaning up to press another teasing kiss to your boyfriend's blushing cheeks, ignoring his grunts of protest when your lips tickle their way down to his chin and then up to his forehead.
"You're unbelievable", Jungkook manages to sigh, the words coming out of his mouth in breathless pants, and you laugh, adoring the way Jungkook's doe eyes automatically grows softer at the sound of your tinkling giggle. "I know, and you love me for it."
BTS when you call them handsome:
Seokjin:
Lmao this guy. Jin loves compliments, especially from you, and while they make him immensely happy, he tries to play it off as cool as possible, playfully agreeing with you when you mumble 'handsome' before BTS' performance, your eyes wide with awe at his princely looks, dressed in a beautiful silver suit, his long black hair parted, revealing his strong forehead and sharp eyebrows. Seokjin loves it when you giggle at his shameless response, and he also answers that way to hide the blush creeping to his neck and ears, revealing his true feelings at your affectionate remark.
"I look stunning, I know. Don't worry, this handsome face is all yours."
Yoongi:
Do you hear something? Yoongi will probably pretend he doesn't hear you when you whisper the word 'handsome' unconsciously, watching your boyfriend get ready for his photoshoot, his dark hair falling over his forehead in pretty waves and his slim body covered in a black silk shirt and black leather pants. He has no idea how to respond to these compliments, especially because he doesn't necessarily think they're true, and he's dying to say something, anything to express his gratitude, but he's too shy to. So he purses his lips instead, continuing to scroll through his phone, but you can see the small smile raising his cheeks slightly and the pretty blush painting his creamy skin.
*shy silence*
Hoseok:
J-hope is the type of guy to not make a big deal out of a compliment, but that doesn't make him any less thankful of happy to hear you flatter his looks, clapping your hands excitedly when he exits the changing room in the store, the wide jeans and the blue jumper matching your boyfriend so perfectly you couldn't help but feel excited. Hoseok simply chuckles when he hears you compliment him over and over again, talking about how good his red hair matches the colorful outfit, a large smile gracing his lips as he looks at you with sparkling eyes. He finds your behaviour adorable and lovable, and thanks you sincerely.
"Aww, does it really look that good? Thank you~"
Namjoon:
The cutest baby omg. Namjoon will get so shy and awkward when you compliment him and his new purple hair, and he won't be able to stop himself from smiling shyly, his eyes avoiding yours as he lowers his head to the ground, hiding those dimples you love so much. He can't stop letting out these cute giggles whenever you run your fingers through his thick hair, gushing over and over again about how prettily it blends with his tanned skin. He appreciates your compliments of course, and it motivates him to be better, and even if he tries to change the topic away from his handsomeness, it's just because he's a shy bean uwu.
"Ah, thank you!" *cute laughter sounds*
Jimin:
Jimin is the sweetest and most humble human being uwu. This cutie can't help but smile widely when you pet his messy blonde hair and say "handsome" softly, your eyes loving and gentle as you admire your boyfriend's baby face, slightly puffy from sleep, wearing a simple t-shirt and sweats, yet still looking ethereal. Your boyfriend will send you his infamous eye smile, and won't hesitate to compliment you right back, wanting you to know that you're the prettiest in his eyes. He loves and cherishes every good word you say about him, but he loves making you smile even more, silently adoring the soft blush painting your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.
"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Taehyung:
Taehyungie can't hide his happiness whenever you compliment his looks, the beautiful boxy smile creeping on his face in record time as he hides his face behind his long fingers. He shakes his head slightly when you click another picture of him, continuing to praise his looks, awed at how handsome he can look just sitting on the soft grass of the park you were taking a stroll at, his soft caramel hair fluttering in the wind and his long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. Your boyfriend feels all soft inside at the sound of you gushing over him, but he still disagrees, whining about how you're making him blush as you coo, unable to stand in front of Taehyung's adorable behaviour.
"Aish, seriously, you're making me blush~"
Jungkook:
The main baby is here uwu. Jungkook will smile so bright when you compliment him, his lips pulling into that wide bunny smile you learned to cherish and his pretty doe eyes crinkling. He couldn't help but look at you lovingly when you compliment his looks in the latest BTS music video, your cute cheers for him ("Jungkookie, you're so handsome") and your interested expression making his heart melt in his chest. He doesn't really want to dwell on the compliments too much, feeling like he isn't worthy of them, but he still expresses his gratitude to you, the sweet grin and the fluttering feeling in his chest staying with him even after the song finishes.
“Thank you~” *bunny smile intensifies*
BTS when they meet your parents:
Seokjin:
Your boyfriend will be super nervous, but he'll try not to show it, not in front of you and definitely not in front of your parents. (But you'll catch him practicing his lines in front of the mirror in your bedroom more than once when he thinks you don't see him uwu). When you enter your parents house, Jin is quick to suggest your mother to help with the cooking (she loves him since that moment lmao), and he seems to knows exactly what your father wants to talk about (somehow he became a politic expert overnight). He also cracks a few dads jokes that are surprisingly funny and don't make you want to face palm aggressively (in such perfect timing, it seems like he planned the whole night beforehand.) Basically, he's helpful, funny, handsome and intelligent, and your parents make sure to text you after you go back home, warning you that they won't accept any other man in your house. Luckily, you don't plan on ever leaving the man of your dreams uwu<3
Yoongi:
Yoongi will also be nervous, knowing how important it is to you that your boyfriend and parents get along well, even if you try to assure him that there's nothing to worry about. He'll want to impress them so bad, that instead of being himself, he'll be stiffer and almost awkwardly polite at the start, afraid that he'll slip up somehow. It'll take a while, but after you smile at him encouragingly and hold his hand under the table, and he sees how nice and understanding your folks are, he'll slowly come out of his shell, talking more and expressing his own opinions (which is great because he's smart af). You'll actually be surprised by how much fun your boyfriend is having by the end of the night, his adorable gummy smile on full display, making private jokes with your dad and complimenting your mom's food enthusiastically. You'll probably find yourself dragging him out of the house after it gets really late, a smile on your face when you understand that everything went even better than you thought.
Hoseok:
Hobi will straight up be shaking the whole ride to your parents' house, he's so nervous and he can't even hide it, holding your hand the whole way and asking if he looks 'classy but not too flashy' uwu. When he finally meets your folks he won't be too quiet, rather he'll be a bit awkward, smiling and laughing at every single word said, even when it's not exactly amusing. Luckily, your parents won't judge him to harshly, actually finding your jittery and sweaty boyfriend adorable, and reassure him that they won't bite lmao. After that, he becomes much more relaxed, engaging in the conversation rather than just reacting to it, and impressing your mom and dad when he talks about his music career with passion and love that never ceases to amaze you. He'll still laugh a lot , though, but it's natural now hehe. In the end, Hobi exits your parents' house with that smile that you love so much, and you know that he and your parents had a great time.
Namjoon:
To you, it looks like Namjoon prepared his whole life for this moment, even if he's secretly nervous at the thought of meeting your parents. His leader mode is on the second he enters your parents' house, a classic black suit fitting his model-like figure perfectly, a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand and a bottle of expensive wine in the other. He seems to know exactly what your mom and dad want to hear, easily starting a conversation about economics with your father, and then pointing out the perfect combinations of spices in your mother's food (you're pretty sure yesterday he didn't even know how to use black pepper). Your parents also admire what a perfect gentleman he is, automatically pulling out a chair for you, looking at you lovingly whenever you're speaking and even suggesting to help your mother in the kitchen (luckily, she declines his suggestion). By the time you leave the house, both of your parents have heart eyes for Namjoon, falling in love with his cute dimples and sexy brain;)
Jimin:
Jimin will be scared even though he has no reason to be, being the pure soul that he is uwu. He'll overthink, imagining every possible situation which your parents will think badly of him, and he'll spend days choosing what to wear, no matter how much you tell him that anything will look good on him. When you'll reach your childhood house, he'll hold your hand tightly in his own, only letting you go to shake your father's hand and embrace your mother politely, his eyes crinkling cutely when she compliments his look profusely, making him blush sweetly. Despite his fears, Jimin will overcome his nerves in a shockingly amazing way, asking your parents all the right questions, holding eye contact, and activating his irresistible charms in a way that makes your mom and dad fall for him easily. His soft voice, his princely looks, caring behaviour towards you and your parents, and his undeniable love and dedication for his career, leaves no room for hesitation. He is the perfect man for you!
Taehyung:
This guy is so chill lmao. In fact, he's probably calming YOU down during the drive to your parents' house. When you finally get there, Taehyung wraps his arm around your waist, leading you to the dimly lit door, his other hand holding a small box of strawberry covered chocolates you told him your mom likes. Your parents obviously fall in love with Tae immediately, your mother already gushing over his handsome face and unique fashion taste, while your father can't help but smile at the young man's ninety degree bow to him. Your boyfriend is practically the epitome of relaxed in the best possible way, steering the conversation easily, making your parents laugh over and over again, and gushing about you half of the dinner as you sit with blushing cheeks beside him, punching his arm weakly in protest. In the end of the night, you find yourself having to detach your mother from a grinning Taehyung, and you get yourself another invitation for next week's dinner, which you're pretty sure you're not allowed to refuse lol.
Jungkook:
I feel like Jungkook will the cutest, awkwardest baby uwu. He's a pretty introverted person, so when you tell him that your parents invited the two of you for dinner, he can't help but feel anxious. Still, he smiles widely and tells you that he loves the idea, not wanting to disappoint you. (He even wears an outfit that isn't all-black for once hehe). When you enter your house, Jungkook is quick to bow deeply to your parents in greeting, before helping you take off your long coat, missing the appreciative glance your parents sent him. Your boyfriend helps your mother set all the food she made on the table, refusing to sit until the older woman was seated as well, and answers all the questions she asks him in that sweet voice of his, talking about his passion for music since an early age and his relationship with the older members. Jungkook probably won't exactly be outgoing during the first meeting, but it doesn't matter because your parents already fell in love with his sweet, caring and polite behaviour, loving the handsome boy from the second he entered the house, and they're quick to text you about how satisfied they are the second you leave the house.
"In Sickness and Health, Let Me be Yours"-
aka, whipped Jungkook and sick Taehyung, feat mama Jin.
"How is he feeling?"Jungkook asks Jin, worry evident in his voice as he watches the older exit the room, a wet towel in his hands and an almost full bowl of now-cold noodle soup.
"Not so good", the oldest member of BTS admits with a tired sigh, his eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged into a frown at the thought of Taehyung, who's been lying in bed with high fever since he woke up this morning.
"Can I go see him, hyung?", Jungkook practically begs, clasping his hands tightly in front of his chest until they turn white at the knuckles, the need to take care of his boyfriend flooding his senses. "I need to make sure he's okay."
Jin sighs again, the maknae's puppy eyes successfully melting his heart, but he knows that the second Jungkook will step in that room, there's no way he'll get out, not for practice and not for anything else, too busy coddling his older boyfriend to care.
"Only if you promise me you'll leave when you have to.", Jin says with a dark eyebrow raised, his folded arms showing there's no room for discussion, and Jungkook pouts at that, wanting desperately to stay beside his boyfriend until he's healthy again, even if he knows deep down it's not an option.
"Fine", he says reluctantly after a moment of hesitation, and the oldest of the group smile beautifully at that, petting the youngest's dark hair fondly before continuing his trek down the hall. "I'll come with more hot towels and a new bowl of soup."
Jungkook doesn't even bother to answer his hyung, barging in to the room, the now-open door hitting the wall a bit too hard, but he can't get himself to care, his eyes focused on the boy laying in the middle of the queen bed, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Jungkook always thought Taehyung was an angel and disguise, and whether that was true or not, you can fight Jungkook on that. He definitely looked like one though, nobody can disagree with that. Even now, in his unwell state, the whole room seemed to revolve around him, like the planets around the sun.
His blonde hair was spread around his head like a halo, and his eyes were screwed shut, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his pretty pink lips open slightly as he let out uneven breaths, as if it was paining him to breathe. There was sweat lining on his forehead and dripping down the side of his neck, but he was shivering, his hands hugging the black comforter to him desperately, as if he was in a refrigerator and not in an air-conditioned room.
Jungkook feels his heart break at the sight of his boyfriend like this, and he walks forward until he's at the foot of the bed, hovering over the smaller male, wanting so badly to trace the path down his high collar-bones with his fingers, wipe the sweat clinging to his skin, but he doesn't want to wake him up, choosing to stand over him instead, admiring the ethereal lines of his face. "Oh, Tae."
To his surprise, Taehyung seems to hear his soft, fond murmur, his eyes opening a bit to reveal brown irises, slightly out of focus, blinking at him blearily. "Jungkookie?"
Jungkook feels his heart pound out of his chest at the soft sound, and he nods, crouching by the bed and pushing a damp lock of golden hair out of Taehyung's eyes. "Yeah, I'm here baby.", he mumbles, eyes locked on the other's face, searching for any visible discomfort he can help with.
Taehyung smiles weakly at the pet name, leaning into Jungkook's touch, and Jungkook is weak, so weak for the man who's rubbing his cheek into his palm like a human-sized cat, and he wishes he could take away the pain for Taehyung. "Jin hyung is going to be here in a minute, with medicine and a hot towel.", he whispers, cupping his lover's face gently and rubbing his calloused thumb along the soft skin.
Taehyung hums, not saying anything but also not resisting, and that's a good sign, Jungkook believes, knowing his boyfriend can often be very stubborn, insisting he's fine when everyone knows he's not. 'At least he's letting others take care of him for once', Jungkook thinks.
"Gukkie", Taehyung's almost unheard call snaps Jungkook out of his thoughts, and he lifts his head immediately, cursing himself silently for not being more focused. "Yeah, Tae? Did something happen?"
Taehyung would probably laugh if he could, but he still lets out this weak snort at Jungkook's evident panic, his eyes shining with some of his usual mischief. "Can you come cuddle me? I'm so cold.", he asks with a pout he knows Jungkook can't resist, his brown eyes watery from lack of a good night sleep and the pain swimming in his body.
"Of course, hyung", Jungkook doesn't even hesitate, his promise to Seokjin thrown out the window as he practically lunches himself into the bed, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him closer until his back is pressed to the older's front, his lips touching the heated skin of his nape.
"Is this good?", he mumbles, holding Taehyung so gently as if he's made of glass, covering the both of them with the thick blue blanket and tangling their limbs so their bodies are touching in every way possible.
"Perfect", Taehyung mumbles, his voice already starting to sound drowsy again, and Jungkook feels his own eyes start to close as well, the heat from Taehyung's fever-induced body and the exhaustion from days upon days of practice setting him in a dream-like state, his arms around Taehyung's stomach slowly turning limp.
Jungkook knows he shouldn't fall asleep or he's going to a suffer a long-ass speech from Jin, but he can't pull away, Taehyung's warmth and strawberry smell impossible to resist, and like always, Jungkook gives in in the end.
BTS when you catch them staring at you:
Seokjin:
"Yoongi, can you pass me the salt?", you turn to ask the mint-haired man sitting beside you, flashing him a grateful smile when he reaches over the table with his longer arm, easily grabbing the metallic container and heading it to you.
You continue eating, talking with the members of BTS and laughing at their crackhead behaviour, when you feel that tingling sensation people have when someone stares at them.
Moving your gaze from a pink-haired Jimin, who's enthusiastically telling a story about how he won Jungkook in wrestling, to Jin who's sitting in front of you, you find your boyfriend staring at you with a sparkling eyes, his eyebrows raising slightly when your eyes meet.
You blush when you realize he's been staring at you, and your cheeks turn even redder when a mischevious smirk surfaces Seokjin's full, pink lips, before he winks at you and sends you a kiss, his shameless behaviour making you chuckle fondly and shake your head.
Yoongi:
"Why isn't this working?", you whine, hitting the obnoxious keyboard with your left hand as you stare with irritation at the indifferent screen, a picture of you and Yoongi from that evening when you were both drunk, your boyfriend pressing a seemingly-wet kiss to your cheek, while you smile widely at the blurry front camera.
You sigh, letting your head fall back to rest on the comfortable rotating chair Yoongi brought for you when you started studying at Seoul's University, before moving your head to the side, ready to call your boyfriend, only to find him leaning against the doorway, hands tucked in his gray fila sweatpants and a fond look in his eyes.
"You've been here this whole time?!", you try to sound demanding, but your voice comes out slightly weak and whiny as your boyfriend continues to stare at you, not even pretending to be doing anything else as his lips tilt into a small smirk, and he rolls his shoulders backwards before walking towards you, his black hair barely hiding the mischevious glint in your eyes as he comes to help you.
Hoseok:
You stare at yourself in the mirror, tugging slightly at the hems of the tight red dress you were trying on, slightly dissatisfied by the way the garment sits on your lithe form, when your eyes travel up from your reflection to the face of your boyfriend, who's staring at you from his spot on the couch.
You can't help but chuckle fondly when you see Hoseok's face, his slightly open mouth, dark brown eyes wide and the admiration flooding his features all making you feel warm inside, your heart doing flips in your chest as you turn to look at your boyfriend with a sly smile.
"What do you think?", you ask with fake innocence, watching with laughter-filled eyes as Hoseok comes out of his trance, blinking rapidly before he nods at you, not even bothering to answer you verbally, his aggressive movements making you laugh once again at his cuteness as you go back to the changing room, having decided to buy the dress.
Namjoon:
Your hum when you add some more black pepper to the simmering meat in the black steel pan, breathing in the delicious smell of the slowly-cooking dinner deeply, your humming intensifying into soft singing as you decide you like the way your amateur cooking turned out.
A sudden crash from beside you makes you turn around, slightly surprised when you see Namjoon's eyes snap from your face to the floor, his brown orbs fixating on the broken glass of water on your now-wet parquet with confusion.
"Oops", your boyfriend mumbles after a second of silence, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to look anywhere but at your amused features, before running off to the living room, mumbling something like 'I should clean that up...', and you can't help but smile to yourself when you understand Namjoon was staring at you so hard, he managed to knock the cup of water off the counter.
Jimin:
You brush away the golden strand of hair framing Jimin's face, your eyebrows knitted in concentration and bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you fix all the flaws in Jimin's outfit only you can see.
Sighing, you brush away the invisible specks of dust on Jimin's suit, straightening his sleek black tie and readjusting his matching jacket before raising your head, your breath getting caught in your throat when you catch the fond look in your boyfriend's caramel eyes.
"Is there something on my face?", you ask, feeling embarrassed as you slide a hesitating hand down your soft cheek, before sending your lover another confused look, the older responding by sending you a sweet smile, his eyes fleeting to the floor.
"No, you're just beautiful.", Jimin mumbles, his cheeks growing red along with yours, and you bite your lip, feeling your heart expand at the sound of your boyfriend's honest compliment, the two of you blushing like a couple of inexperienced teenagers.
Taehyung:
The attractive young man on the screen swoops down to save the pretty woman without hesitation, his strong arms flexing as he clambers down the five-story building with ease, and your popcorn-filled hand freezes on its way to your mouth, your eyes wide as you stare at the scene unfolding in front of you.
You don't even realize that Taehyung is literally burning holes in your nape until the credits roll around, darkness filling the living room once again, and you look up at your boyfriend, meeting his warm brown eyes already directed towards you, deep and intense with love and admiration.
Taehyung doesn't even try to pretend he wasn't staring at you, instead choosing to tug your closer with the strong hand wrapped around your slim waist, and there's a faint smile pulling up the corners of his lips when a soft blush surfaces your round cheeks. And then he's leaning down to kiss you, warm and familiar like the sun that rises and sets everyday.
Jungkook:
You wake up to rays of sunshine filtering through the window of your bedroom, the familiar heat of Jungkook's arms wrapped around your lithe body, comforting and peaceful, and the smell of pine trees and vanilla, a scent so entirely Jungkook.
Your eyes flicker open slowly, just enough to catch sight of your boyfriend's beautiful face, his dark hair still messy, soft skin slightly puffy from sleep, and a twinkling galaxy shining in his big, doe eyes as he stares at you with a look so intensely loving, it takes all the breath away from your lungs.
"Good morning", you mumble out, your voice still hoarse and deep from sleep, and Jungkook seems to snap out of his trance, his dark eyes immediately lowering as he clears his throat, before looking back up, a soft blush dusting his cheeks and a gentle smile curving his pink lips, and he leans down to peck your cheek. "Good morning, baby."
BTS when you argue/fight:
Seokjin:
I feel like Seokjin is the type to not be reasonable at all when the two of you get into a heated argument, although you almost never do, considering that Jin is so easy-going and humorous. The only thing he'll be thinking about at the moment is to shove every bad thing you've ever done in the past in your face lmao. He won't shout or anything, but he'll raise his voice and act all sassy. He's also the type to regret everything he said and did a few minutes after the argument ends. He's not really stubborn or proud when it comes to these situations, so he'll probably be quick to apologize, breathing out in relief when you say you forgive him, before pulling you in for a warm, loving hug.
"What do you mean you didn't know? This is just like the time you "accidentally" put my favourite socks in your drawer!"
Yoongi:
Honestly, even when you and Yoongi do have serious arguments, they're probably not really heated. Despite what some people might say about Suga's scary/ominous looking persona, he's probably the type of boyfriend to hate it when you're mad at him, or the opposite. I can see Yoongs as the kind to be pretty sensible when it comes to fights, patiently listening to what you have to say and trying to understand your side even when you're not being as mature and patient as him. Because he's so careful to not start arguments, when the two of you do fight, he usually wins lol. But if he's in the wrong, he'll be quick to apologize, wanting to make up as quickly as possible.
"I know that you're upset right now, but we won't be able to solve this if you won't talk with me."
Hoseok:
I feel like you and this fluffball wouldn't get into fights almost at all, considering how sweet and lovable J-hope is. Like, I can't even imagine being mad at him lol? But if you do, and especially if you're in the wrong, don't expect to see your usual sunshine... If Hobi is pissed at you, he'll be rather cold and firm, but also impatient, sometimes unable to listen to you till the end because you're just so wrong and why can't you see it ugh. But thankfully, your boyfriend is still the best boy there is, so he will never raise his voice or say hurtful words on purpose, simply choosing to take a little break to calm himself down before going back to acting normally, pressing little kisses all over your neck as silent apologies.
"I can't even believe what you're saying, can't you see you're not making any sense?"
Namjoon:
I can't be the only who's heart hurts at the thought of fighting with Namjoon TT. But anyway, fighting with RM will also be a pretty rare cause (I know I've been saying that about them all, but what can I say, they're too freaking good). I can see him as being such a reasonable person, always thoughtful and thinking about your feelings. When you do get into a fight, Namjoon will be quiet and sensible, explaining to you his side and trying desperately to get you to understand, or the opposite. He might get frustrated if he feels like the two of you aren't able to communicate properly, but he'll still stay rational. At the end, he'll make sure everything is okay between the two of you, checking with you for the hundredth time before pulling you in for a long, comforting hug.
"I just feel like I can't understand you, please help me understand Y/N."
Jimin:
Although Jiminie isn't one to start an argument, it might be easy to get him there. I feel like Jimin is a very affectionate person, especially when it comes to you, and he's very influenced by your moods, so if you're going to be pissed and rude, well, you sort of asked for it. Fighting with Jimin is not a nice experience. I can see him as the type to raise his voice without even realizing, because he just wants you to understand that he's right, and he might say a few things he'll regret later, his words coming out harsher, but he'll never call you names or disregard you in anyway. He does have the scariest facial expression when mad tho omg. But he'll also want to reach a resolution, even if the two of you are shouting, and after you'll find it, he'll be cuddlier and clingier than ever, whining about how much he missed you uwu.
"I don't understand why you're acting like this! If it really bothered you this much you could've told me before!"
Taehyung:
Fights will Tae will usually start with something he said that was taken out of context, or something you did that pissed him off. Tae is really obvious when he's mad, he's straight up petty and making these really sassy facial expressions lmao. But he'll also be super emotional in a fight, he hates fighting with you and it hurts him when you get into these situations. I can see him as the type to raise his voice at the start, answering sarcastically and just being childish in general, but then he'll just breakdown in the middle. After he'll start crying he'll stop being mad and he'll be more sad, dropping his whole act and asking you to figure it out with him. And because you want to make up just as much as him, you'll talk it out, saying sorry and going back to being crackheads in love lol.
"Well, I'm sorry that you can't understand, but that's not my problem."
Jungkook:
Jungkook will be super scared to start arguments with you, wanting to avoid anything angsty and just live a comfortable life. So when he does get pissed at you, or the opposite, he'll try to just cool down instead of confronting you, giving you the silent treatment and pretending like nothing happened until he feels like the two of you are over it. On the other hand, if you do force him to talk about it, he'll be super sassy and will give you attitude, especially if you're the one in fault, but it's only a poor attempt to hide his pain and hurt. I can see Jungkook as the type to escape to the BTS dorm and vent out his frustration and sadness at the members, letting their words encourage him before going back home to you, ready to put his ego aside.
"Oh, right, I forgot that guy is just your bestfriend. Must be why he asked you out on a date yesterday."
BTS when you're lonely:
Kim Seokjin:
It didn't take long for your boyfriend to notice that you missed home more than usual. It made sense, considering it's been more than a year since you've last seen your parents, due to Covid.
Of course, living with your boyfriend in Seoul was a dream, especially since the past year he's actually been at home and not touring around the world. But it still hurt when someone like you, who is so emotionally attached to your family, couldn't see them for so long.
You suppose it was only a matter of time before Seokjin would notice you coming out of the bathroom with puffy, red eyes after a talk with your mom, or staring at family pictures with a trembling bottom lip, your knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on the paper.
But you were trying so hard to hide you anxiety, the worry-filled thoughts and nightmare-filled nights about how your family is doing at the other side of the world, because the last thing you wanted was to add to your boyfriend's list of problems his whiny girlfriend.
"I have a surprise for you.", Jin says out of nowhere, just as you finish dinner, wiping his mouth with a clean, white napkin before setting it down on the table, raising his eyes up to meet your confused ones, the brown orbs glinting with mischief.
It wasn't so weird for Seokjin to surprise you with various presents, whether it was some shoes he saw you searching for on your laptop, a piece of jewelry that he thought would look good on you, or anything else that reminded him of you and he just 'had to buy'.
Before you can even question your lover, Jin is quick to throw an envelope on the table in front of you, simply raising his eyebrows and gesturing for you to open the suspicious-looking object when you send him an incredulous look, not expecting your surprise to come in shape of an envelope.
You don't hesitate too much despite your initial reaction, knowing that whatever is inside the paper cover is guaranteed to make you happy, and open the envelope with careful fingers, taking out the folded, official-looking paper before unfolding it slowly with shaky hands.
"Are you serious?", you deadpan after a few seconds of confused silence, raising your head from the scribbled words written in yellow highlight saying 'i love myself:)' to your laughing boyfriend, his brown eyes crinkled as he slaps the kitchen table with every high-pitched giggle he lets out.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist", Seokjin breaths out when he finally calms down, wiping imaginary tears from the corner of his eyes, before taking another folded paper out of the pocket of his blue pyjama top, handing you the white material.
"Go on, open it", your grinning lover encourages you when you stare at him accusingly, not knowing if it'll be another one of his silly antics, and you sigh, reaching out to unfold the paper, before you freeze, not believing the words written before your eyes.
"Oh my god", you whisper, your heartbeat rising and eyes filling with tears as you keep looking at the words written on the magical piece of paper: 'Premission to fly to...", unable to move your gaze away for a few seconds before looking up at Jin's, who's smile turned soft and fond, love filling his dark orbs.
"Is this real?", you utter out, probably sound a little bit crazy as you look at your boyfriend with wide, desperate eyes, your hands clutching the paper as if it's your last bit of sanity. "Am I really going to see them?"
"Yes, princess. You're going to see your family.", Jin smiles widely, his hands already ready to catch you when you practically fling yourself into his lap, hiding your tears in the crook of his neck as the older man rocks you back in forth, pressing kisses all over your silky, dark hair, his chuckles filling your chest with warmth. And even though you can't talk right now, you know he knows how grateful you are.
Min Yoongi:
Since you had a fight with your best friend two days ago, you were down in the dumps to say at least. Your best friend wasn't only the person you relied on more than anyone else, she was practically the only person in Seoul you actually trusted with your heart, aside from Yoongi and the rest of BTS.
It was a stupid fight, so stupid you actually forgot what you were arguing about to start with, but both of your egos were too big to admit your own faults and move on, so in the mean time you were curled up in your apartment, in the pyjama set you've been wearing for the past two days nonstop, licking ice cream off a huge tablespoon gloomily.
Your boyfriend hadn't said anything about your behaviour for the past two days, letting you deal with your frustration and sadness by watching old romantic movies and eating take-out, but you could tell he was starting to lose his patience, judging by the exasperated sighs leaving his mouth whenever you refused to eat a normal meal, or dragged your sock-clad feet around the house aimlessly.
Honestly, you knew you were acting childishly, but you couldn't help the way your loneliness seemed to consume you, the huge spot in your heart that was filled with your best friend's face now eerily empty.
You turn to look at your boyfriend when he sits on the couch next to you, his hands finding their way immediately around your waist, pulling you so you're leaning against him, head right over his heart.
He's still wearing his clothes from work, simple washed out jeans and a thin white tee, but he still seems out of place in your gloomy, lifeless space, his pale skin shining in the dim light coming from the kitchen.
"I saw Y/B/F/N today", he starts, his voice nonchalant, and you try to hide the way your whole body tenses up at the words, your heart physically aching, but you pretend to be indifferent, shrugging carelessly against Suga's lean form.
"She looks horrible, pretty much like you.", you frown at the words, but don't disagree knowing that your lover is saying the truth. You're not even sure when was the last time you brushed your hair.
"I think you should talk to her. Friendships like yours are too precious to ruin because of something as stupid as an argument. If people would just put their egos down and choose peace and love over war and hate, the world would be a much better place."
Your boyfriend doesn't even give you time to answer, simply mumbling 'I better take a shower' before getting up from the sofa, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading towards the bathroom, your dark eyes following his broad back until he disappears.
You're left alone in your thoughts, and you can't help but sigh, cursing under your breath, before opening up your phone, wincing a bit when you're met with a smiling picture of you and Y/B/F/N, the two of you pressed so close together you could think you're twins.
Hesitating, your finger hovers over the second number in your speed dial after Yoongi, named 'Soultwin', before you press the button, raising the electronic device to your ear with shaky hands, hearing the steading ringing in your ear. "Y/B/F/N?"
Jung Hoseok:
You stare at the bag of dog food sitting on the kitchen island, willing it to move out of your way but also making no attenpt to physically touch the lifeless object in front of you and push it away from your area.
The simple bag brings back too many memories: memories of laughter and excited barks, memories of autumn leaves and summer winds, memories of comforting licks on your face and soft, golden fur against your fingertips.
It's been nearly a month since Honey died, and some people would probably find it pathetic just how affected you are, but you can't help the way hot tears spring to your eyes and a sob bubbles in your throat everytime you think about the loyal pet that grew up with you for the past ten years, watching you go through every possible, awful teenage and adult stage without running away once.
You couldn't quite get yourself to throw away all the Bonzo from your apartment, nor the old, worn out red collar he used to wear, or the soft, beige cushion he used to nap on. You know you're only hurting yourself more, but you can't get yourself to care.
"Oh baby.", you don't even realize you're crying until a warm hand pulls you into an even warmer chest, and you breath shakily, burying your wet face into Hoseok's soft, baby blue wool sweater, the material brushing against your skin like a comforting breeze.
Your boyfriend has been nothing less than absolutely angelic since Honey passed away, hugging your crying form at nights when it got exceptionally bad, cleaning the house when you couldn't be bothered to do it yourself, doing everything to make you crack a smile, no matter how ridiculous it is.
It helped fill up the pit of loneliness in your heart a little bit, even if the space there was still painfully obvious, like a piece of duck-tape holding together broken shards of glass that used to be a sculpture.
"I just miss him so much", you whimper into J-hope's neck with a hoarse voice, the fragrant of his cologne, something utterly flowery and sweet like him, calming your nerves slowly until your grip on his sleeves loosens, your lean form slumping against his broad body tiredly.
"I know, sweetie. But you have to stay strong for me, okay? I'll take away all the loneliness, I promise.", your boyfriend's voice is sad, so terribly sad, but no less determined, and when you raise your red-rimmed orbs to stare into his face, watching the dark, serious, love-filled eyes staring down at you, you believe him.
Kim Namjoon:
It's been a few days since quarantine started and you were starting to get bored and exhausted from watching the same old rom-coms on TV and eating the same bowl of healthy cereal every day.
The hardest part was being away from Namjoon. Because BTS were out of the country when Covid started, your boyfriend had to be quarantined with the rest of the band, to ensure your safety and the rest of the South-Korean citizens'.
But even though you knew it was the most logical thing to do, you couldn't help but sulk over the fact that Namjoon could have been right here with you, enjoying some quality couple time that you never really experienced, without work or studies, just cuddling and kissing and sleeping and then all over again.
You couldn't even see him, except for the daily telephone calls and face-timing you were so consistent about, but it was nothing like actually seeing those deep, adorable dimples face-to-face, or the beautiful, brown dragon-eyes, or the tall, broad form of his body.
The shrill sound of the doorbell makes you sit up straight in your bed, eyes wide as you stare at the exit of your room that leads to the hallway perplexed. Who the hell is visiting you at a time like this?
You get up from bed, pushing away the covers that were cacooning your small form as fast as possible before sprinting down the hallway, your fuzzy socks skidding against the shiny, parquet floor, your messy ponytail flying behind you.
You practically body-slam into the door, opening it widely only to furrow your eyebrows when you're met with nothing at all, the hallway completely empty, not even the sound of footsteps being heard.
'I've really gone crazy, haven't I?', you think, shaking your head at your own imagination before starting to turn around, only to stop abruptly when your eyes catch the sight of something unusual on your cream-colored doormat.
It's a small, heavily wrapped carton box, and scribbled on top of it are the words 'For Miss Y/N' in messy, thick black letters, the handwriting unfamiliar to you.
Looking at the box wearily, you think how stupid what you're doing is, before leaning down to pick it up. In your defence, you were desperately looking for anything interesting right now, despite usually being a very responsible woman.
Running back into the apartment, you lock your door once again before dropping on the ground, not even bothering to go sit in the living room, and immediately starting to tear off the duct-tape keeping the brown carton stubbornly closed.
It's a rather funny situation, with you fighting two long pieces of glue, too impatient to go to the kitchen and take scissors or a knife, but you manage to do it in the end, taking out the object inside before gasping, your eyes filling with tears.
It's one of your boyfriend's most adored stuffed animals, a small Ryan plushie, big enough to fit in your hands, the perfect size to use as a small pillow or as a cuddling partner. You've seen it countless of times in RM's studio, perched on the computer table.
Wiping away the salty tears streaming down your face, you grab the small, white note tucked in the character's small, chubby arms with shaky hands, before unfolding it slowly, overwhelmed by the idea that your lover touched the same paper you're holding right now.
And there, in his simple, neat handwriting are the three words that fill your heart to the brim with something you didn't even know you were missing, causing you to let out a wet chuckle of happiness. 'You're never alone.'
Park Jimin:
Since Jimin left for tour, it became much harder to talk, with your boyfriend changing time-zones every few days and your own busy life as a university student, yet the two of you made sure to stay in contact, talking on the phone and facetiming as much as you can.
Your boyfriend was currently in Brazil, getting ready for his concert in five days, and you were positive he was working hard as always to ensure the fans have the best possible performance, yet he still promised to call you when he wakes up, so here you were, sitting on the edge of your bed, already dressed in your Chimmy pyjamas.
It's somewhat nerve-wracking, waiting like this, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath, tightening your dark ponytail like you always do when you're nervous, before swiping to the Facetime app on your phone, burning holes into the screen of your phone as you wait for an incoming call.
When it does happen though, it manages to surprise you, and your phone falls from your hands to the rug-covered floor of your room, and you curse under your breath as you lean down to pick the small device, almost rolling off the bed but too afraid Jimin will hang up to care.
Pressing the answer button quickly, you sigh with relief when a slightly blurry photo of Jimin appears on screen, your boyfriend's tired face stretching into a wide smile when he sees you.
He looks exhausted, his chocolate brown eyes red-rimmed, dark bags framing them, and his hair is still messy from sleep, grey strands sticking out in odd directions, his cute, chubby cheeks even puffier than usual.
"Jiminie~", you cry out happily, scooching even closer to the screen as if that could close the thousands of miles separating you from the love of your life.
Your boyfriend's eyes seem to brighten up slightly at the sound of your voice, and he waves at you, his small hands covered in sweater paws from the oversized jumper he was wearing. "Hello, beautiful."
The two of you talk for what seems like mere minutes when in reality you spent over three hours on the phone, judging by the darkness emitting from your window and the commotion around Jimin, signaling that the rest of the members had already woken up.
You've moved to a lying position, your lithe body tucked into the thick, wool blanket and your head leaning on your forearm as you listen to Jimin describe the tour and how amazing the fans' reaction are.
"I'm really happy for you, Jiminie, but I can't help but miss you so much", you mumble quietly, your drowsiness causing you to lose your filter, and you immediately regret it when your boyfriend's eyes darken, a sad, fond smile appearing on his plump lips.
"I miss you, too.", he whispers, staring at you for another second, before he adds: "But you know I'm always with you in your heart, right? No matter how far you are."
His words make you smile sleepily, nodding into your pillow before you open your eyes again, your lips pulling into a small pout. "I'm sorry for making it sound like it's your fault. I know that you-"
"There's nothing to be sorry for", your lover cuts you off, and the sincerity in his voice makes warmth fill your heart, grateful for the beautiful human in front of you who never gave up on you, even with all your flaws. "Now go to sleep, I'm right here."
Kim Taehyung:
The best decision you ever made was the day you agreed to move in to your boyfriend's apartment in Seoul, after a year and half of dating, a year and a half of love that fills your soul to the brim.
You and Taehyung had met when you were escorting BTS on their world tour as a stage producer, and to say you fell in love with the guy was a major understatement. After less than two years, you're positive Tae is the person you're going to be with for the rest of your life.
But sometimes, like today, it was still hard to be a foreigner in a country like South Korea, not knowing the culture or the language fluently, not having many friends to share your hardships with. It felt lonely and scary.
You walk through the door of your apartment, taking off your shoes quickly and shrugging off the puffy, white coat from your shoulders, letting it fall down to the floor underneath you carelessly.
You're already anticipating Taehyung to exit your shared bedroom the second he hears the door close, and indeed he appears, a bright smile already on his face even before he properly sees you.
He's wearing a cute, brown pyjama set, making him look even more like a oversized teddy bear than usual, the wool material clinging to his broad shoulders and long legs, and his fluffy, chocolate hair falls over his forehead, framing his twinkling, Bambi eyes.
But the big, delighted grin drops the second he sees your own expression, probably looking defeated, like you felt. His thick eyebrows furrow in confusion, pink lips pulling into a frown that you hated being the reason for.
"Hey, what's wrong?", your boyfriend is by your side in a second, his large hands cupping your face tenderly, eyes wide and soft as he inspects you, looking for the reason for your sadness.
"Do you think I fit here?", you blurt out, unable to stops the words from slipping out in front of Taehyung's concern and attentiveness, but regretting them immediately when said man's mouth drops, his expression filled with confusion.
"What do you mean 'here'?", Taehyung questions gently, probably noticing how your cheeks are red with embarrassment, and he moves to brush a lock of dark hair from your eyes before lifting your chin up carefully to look at him.
"I mean here. In South Korea, in your apartment, in your life. I'm so far away from home, from my country, from my people- and I just- I don't know.", your words end in a hushed whisper, feeling the way Taehyung tenses in front of you, the hands on your warm cheeks freezing.
There's a second of silence, and then you're being pulled into a familiar, comforting embrace, Taehyung's strong arms wrapping around your waist, one of his hands holding the back of your head lovingly as he rocks the two of you back and forth.
You inhale shakily, feeling your limbs relaxing in Taehyung's hold, and bury your nose in the older man's neck, breathing in the natural, woody smell of him and letting his hug wash your fears away the way words never could.
"You'll always belong. You'll always belong in my arms, just like I belong in yours. No matter where you are.", Taehyung says after a while, his voice firm and determined as he pulls away to peer down at you, and you can't help but nod, a smile fluttering on your lips as the brown-haired man in front of you smiles back, pulling in for a kiss.
Jeon Jungkook:
Since the day your B/F/N went back home, things have been strange. It's strange to go back home from uni without hugging her goodbye, strange to not meet up at the mall every other day and whine about being too short and not thin enough for Korean clothes.
B/F/N was two years older than you, which meant that she finished her studies at Seoul University before you did. Which meant that she went back home eventually, as reluctant as she was, leaving you alone for the first time.
Well, not really alone. Since you came to Seoul two years ago, you happened to meet the most incredible man on the face of this earth, a man who you can now proudly call your boyfriend and the love of your life. But it was still different without her.
"Hey baby, what's up?", Jungkook's soft voice resonates in your ear, making your lips perk up automatically, pressing the phone in your hand even closer to you, as if it could close the distance between you.
"Jungkookie~ When are you coming back home?", you can't help the way your voice turns high, almost whiny, and you turn bright red, hoping Jungkook didn't notice how desperate and lonely you sound.
It's silent for a minute, the only sound being your heel tapping against the parquet floor of your apartment steadily and the soft breathing from the other side. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to go crazy worrying about you, especially before BTS' comeback, when all his attention had to be on the preparations.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just missing B/F/N is all.", you try to force your voice to sound happy and light, but you know Jungkook can easily read you like an open book, can sense the slight tinge of sadness in each word.
"Well, I have practice till late at night today, beautiful.", you deflate slightly at the words, before getting ready to pretend that everything is fine, before Jungkook cuts you off. "But you can come over if you want? I mean it's probably a bit bori-"
"I'll be there.", you cut him off, the wide smile on your face threatening to rip your face apart, but you just love this man so much, the man who doesn't really know how to use his words, but it doesn't matter when he can use his touch and actions to express just how much he cares for you. How much he loves you. "Thank you, Gukkie."
