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Playlist on Shuffle {Kim Namjoon}
Words: 3374
Genre: Fluff. Highschool!au. Badboy!Namjoon {but is it reallllly bad boy Namjoon, though?}
Summary: Being partnered with the schools renowned bad boy, Kim Namjoon, starts off a whirlwind of realisations that all start with a Spotify playlist.
Notes: masterlist
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Anniversary Gift {Kim Namjoon}
Words: 2702
Notes: I felt like writing fluff, and I love Namjoon. So here you go.
Summary: You want to do something nice for Namjoon on your third anniversary with him. You forget the part where you’re just as much of a clutz as he is, meaning making pancakes isn’t as simple as everybody says it is.
Warning: Floooooof.
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
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discount date - knj
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: strangers to lovers, waiter!au, yoongi is namjoon’s grumpy coworker
word count: 3,004
summary: you’ve been waiting on a date the entire evening and it’s obvious he’s not coming and it’s obvious you look a bit foolish sitting alone on Valentine’s Day but the really cute waiter keeps bringing you pity bread or the really cute waiter just so happened to have got off his shift and he gets a discount so do you mind if I join you?
a/n: part 4 of to lovers :’-) the rest of the series is linked on my masterlist!!
The last text message on the open thread in your lap was blue, a neat little read receipt under it from nearly ten minutes ago, no trace of three little grey dots popping up on the left side of the screen. Just the ugly dark font informing you that your date had opened the message and failed to respond.
Your dress felt sticky on the back of your thighs, like the slight sheen now coating your palms as you fumbled the device into your grasp, dropping the corner against the thick tablecloth coating the surface above your lap, thumbs clenched and half prepared to type out a follow up message. A question, justified and innocent.
How late are you going to be?
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the draft where you run into the ex you’re still in love with and accidentally kiss him goodbye.
Three things should be noted when it comes to the topic of your love life.
1. You once were a self-proclaimed romantic, though that’s not really what it was. Yes, you loved romance but you never quite had the patience for anything beyond that. It was more that you were obsessed with love and falling into it. You’d flit from relationship to relationship chasing the rush that came with first kisses, first confessions and sleepless nights of love making.
But the thing about chasing is, eventually you catch what you’re after. Eventually you have to fight to make things work. Eventually, the simple actions that once made you giddy no longer have the same effect.
And that’s when you’d bolt.
Because love is hard, you learned. It can be wonderful, yes. But putting yourself out there like that, bearing all your flaws to another person and leaving yourself open to be left – that is scary as hell. And really, you never found anyone quite worthy of sharing your truest self with. No one had made you feel quite safe enough to be that vulnerable.
2. That all changed when you met Namjoon. No longer were you interested in running, as Namjoon didn’t chase you. Not forever anyway. He didn’t play into your little love games or back down when you tried to deflect serious conversations of the heart. He didn’t eat out of the palm of your hand or worship the ground you walk on in order to keep you with him.
No, Namjoon knew his worth as a man, as a partner in life. And as badly as he wanted to be yours, he wasn’t going to cut himself down or ignore his own needs just to feed your delusions about what love actually is. He wasn’t going to be used as a play thing or a doormat.
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namjoon; philospophies to a drunk confession (4/7)
when he gets drunk, and starts confessing;; kim namjoon / 1145
Whoever who gave Namjoon the idea to drown himself in alcohol thinking his troubles would be washed away, should be shot in the fucking ass.
You groan every passing second the car in front of you comes to stop, slowing down for no reason despite the traffic light being green. There was no easier way to go about this nor was the phonecall that got through with Jimin’s voice begging for you to take the said leader home. He must’ve gotten drunked up again, too many shots and booze swimming through his veins, infused in his system until he’s a goner.
Man, if only you weren’t the name saved as his first speed dial right after his parents.
Upon reaching the club, you can’t even be more grateful that your task was cut short when Jimin’s standing there with Taehyung and oh God. No, not you, God.
“Holy shit, how much did you guys let him get to?”
“Um… I think…” Jimin tries to buy time, maybe to cook up some other cock and bull story but Taehyung fesses, “F-Four bottles of—“
“Four?! His limit is two! And a half if he wants to feel like death the next morning,” You threaten to give the both of them a beating but when Namjoon lulls his head backward with a whine that it hurts, you decide to put it on hold and motion them to your car. They walk bring Namjoon around to the backseat because you are not going to try to keep him still in the passenger seat while battling for your lives on the road. They flop him through the door and this tall, dimpled man grows accustom to your car, curling up and leaning his back against the leather cushions with a Cheshire grin. You make sure his foot doesn’t get caught in the way before you slam the door and with a look on your face meant to kill, Jimin and Taehyung naturally turn around, allowing a smack on their backs.
The clap echoes down the street along with their cries. Jimin tries to rub the sore area, spinning back to pout at you, “That hurt!”
“Shut up, she’s going to hit us again if you complain!” Taehyung huffs, poking at Jimin’s temple.
With a sigh, you reach to rub their heads for an apology before saying, “Get home safely, alright? I’ll take care of him and bring him to practice tomorrow,”
They quickly muster up their thanks before you usher them to head back to where they were having fun until Namjoon probably started quoting what Aristotle would say back in the day or something related to a current author he’s reading nowadays. Something Murakami? You’re not too sure, either but hey, anything to keep him from doing ridiculous things. The drive back home had been rather pleasant; he was soundly taking a rest, mumbling from time to time but just as you try to haul him up to your apartment, hell breaks lose and he’s talking your ear off.
You think, in the timespan of five minutes of bringing him up and through the door, he had said at least a thousand words (you wish you were exaggerating). It doesn’t let up with all the bombastic words he pulls out, flashy words, longass ones you’ve never heard of before as you juggle him leaning against you while locking the door. This should be an event in the Olympics—how well you can tend to a drunk person while getting home safely.
You give up completely and bring him to the bedroom. At the creak, his eyes seem to take in his surroundings and he chuckles. Gosh his breath reeks of alcohol and you’re sure to give him a nice word in the morning but for now, you let him be and conquer your bed. He rolls to his back and he’s giddy as ever, grinning from ear to ear as he manages to look at you with all his effort. Sitting by his side, he automatically curls to you for comfort. His head nested on your thigh, his half-lidded eyes staring up to you when you tip your chin down.
“Do you know what’s the word back in the day that men created when they couldn’t find anything else to be more specific to compliment a lady on her features?” You’re surprised he’s managing so far in his words but hey, who would’ve thought, Namjoon. Your hand strokes through his hair, past his forehead and resting by his cheek when he groans out of the sparks kissing his skin at your touch. “What is it?” You play along, anything to get him to talk himself to sleep, really.
“Beautiful. That’s exactly what you are. I keep thinking that one day I’d find you ugly; maybe when you sneeze or something or fall off your butt but the more I keep trying to find flaws in you, I mean, which I have but I’m not going to say it exactly per se. I mean, I think even if you murdered—“you, if you don’t stop speaking Namjoon”—someone I’d still think you’re the most amazing person out there and did you know I’ve written some of my songs about you? Maybe you have noticed or maybe you have not because you’re blur as fuck sometimes but—“
“What are you trying to say, Namjoon?” It’s curt and short, snapping him off because if this was supposed to be sweet, he’s not really good at getting to that point. Even when he’s sober. Much worse when he’s four bottles of whatever in.
“I like you…” He murmurs, voice deflated and faltering, syllables idly floating around your mind and kissing your ears as they sound pleasant. As you manage to get your phone with him muffling the words against your stomach, you guide him back to look at you as your thumb presses the record button, “Sorry, Namjoon. I didn’t quite get that. Could you repeat it?”
“I—fucking—Kim Namjoon, like the fuck out of you,” He deadpans, his eyes dark and the cloudiness of being drunk dissolves for a moment. It’s to the point where he stares right at your phone lens, as if he’s trying to prove a point, “I like you so much, it’s driving me insane. I like you so much, I thought drinking would do the trick to not think of you but look at me, even now I can picture your face so clearly, so realistic and… fuck, I like you so much…”
The last words Namjoon succeeds in getting out is I like you before he completely passes out on your lap. Before you let the recording come to an end, you reach down to plant a kiss on his forehead, the words murmuring not too long after: I like you too, Namjoon-ah.
rocket.
» genre & warnings › medstudent!joon + medstudent!reader (not that this has anything to do with med school really, but allow me to be self indulgent), fluff
» notes › idk if you guys have seen that post about the guy going on about his girlfriend washed his hair for the first time and he just felt so happy and in love bc i have and it’s so fuckin cute (i’ll link it a little later); it reminded me a lot of joon, so this was inspired by that. i swear yoongi isn’t a pothead in this universe (it’s tae, but that’s for another drabble)
Yoongi can’t say he immediately noticed the pep in Namjoon’s step as soon as the taller boy walked into the café, but what he does notice is the dimpled grin and starry eyed gaze that grace his features throughout their conversation. And while Yoongi considers himself to be relatively attractive, he doubts the literal heart eyes being thrown his way are for him.
“Joon? Namjoon? Joon, are you good?” Yoongi asks, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. It takes three calls of his name for the younger boy to wake from his trance, looking up at Yoongi with that same, longing smile.
“Yeah,” he sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince when he rests his elbow on the table and his chin in the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”
Yoongi shifts a bit in his seat, but Namjoon’s eyes don’t follow; his brown irises stay trained center ahead of him. Yoongi turns his head to the right, looking for the object of Namjoon’s gaze, but is met only with the chipped, brown wood of the café’s booth.
Slowly, Yoongi leans forward, eyebrows pinched and lips pursed, “Joon, are you stoned right now?”
“What? No, I’m not high, Yoon, what the fuck?”
Yoongi simply shrugs, leaning back into the leather seat, “I don’t know, yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”
“—it’s acetylsalicylic acid.”
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I wish you would write a fic where the reader asks Joon to baby sit but he's scared to hold the baby/scared it won't like him
» genre and warnings › doctor!joon, doctor!reader, doctor au if you couldn’t already tell, single parent au, everybody loves yoongi, the kid used in this fic is kind of an oc of mine i’ve written a few dad!joon drabbles before!! i’ll make sure to add the link later :’)
» notes › LOOK i was thinking about something like this but flipped and with jimin but i am happy to do it with joon too! the kid’s not really a baby, but same vibes (i hope)
To say that seeing your name flash across Namjoon’s phone screen at quarter to three in the afternoon was a surprise would be an understatement.
For one, as far as Namjoon remembers, you don’t like phone calls. Something about how you claim the receiver doesn’t do your phone justice and that Apple is conspiring against you and listening to your conversations.
Secondly, you don’t have time for phone calls, certainly not in the middle of the afternoon. Working in the ER keeps you booked around the clock, and Namjoon has learned to only expect a text from you on the rare occasion that you’re free to leave the hospital campus for lunch. In fact, a call from you in the middle of the day could only mean something was wrong.
Thirdly, the reception in the ER and in your office sucked. Ironically, the service at your hospital sucked in general.
“Hello?” he greets, voice tentative and strained with worry.
“Baby! Hi,” you answer. Your voice is much more chipper than he expected, but it also sounds like you’re running, or at the very least, out of breath when you speak again, “I have a huge favor to ask you.”
“Sure,” he replies, rolling his chair away from the desk, “What do you need, love?”
“I need you to pick Vernon up from school for me,” you say. He freezes. Fuck.
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Jolabokaflod (kmj)
Genre: fluff, established relationship
Paring: reader x Namjoon
Word count: 2000
Some Christmas traditions may be foreign to your culture, but still be the absolute perfect fit for you. Jolabokaflod is just one of those traditions and with your boyfriend next to you, Christmas couldn’t be better.
Taglist: @spookidema @jessicarhb @ambrietalksanddraws
A/N: Just to shortly explain what Jolabokaflod means, I’ve included a short explanation after the cut, before the story. This was my first time writing for Namjoon outside of my series Are we even speaking the same language? and it was actually surprisingly difficult to not just write him in the same way 😅 But I am so happy with ending my Christmas drabbles in this way! I’ve enjoyed getting my head out of the very turbulent life I’ve had lately and writing all this fluff has got me itching to get back to write my series again, where I can write some angst and crack! 😍😍
Anyhow - this is the last Christmas drabble! I hope you’ve enjoyed and loved reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them! Happy holidays to all of you! ❤️☃️
The previous drabbles can be found in the master post for the drabbles. My other stories and drabbles can be found in my masterlist
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summary: namjoon has always known the right thing to say or why do we write terrible poetry in the middle of the night?
pairing: namjoon/reader
genre: fluff, college!AU
word count: ~ 3.9k
warnings: none
a/n: this is reposted from my old blog! it’s been edited a bit, and i’m happy to share it again. thanks for stopping by!
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For as long as you’ve known him, Namjoon has always been an intellectual.
He isn’t just smart - he takes the time to really think. To him, words are a real tool of expression, something to be used skillfully and purposefully.
Every debate, every research paper, every decision on what to eat for dinner - if he’s a part of it, you know that if nothing else, you can count on him to be deep. Sometimes it hurts your brain to think the way he does. But, no matter what he says, you always hang onto every sentence, knowing that you don’t want to miss a single word.
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Ghost Messenger
Words: 11.8k Genre: Fluff, Angst Read more at Service Series
8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a really great day today! Remember to eat and don’t overwork yourself! If you need anything, I’m just a simple text away! :)
8:45 am. Hyunwoo: Yup.
Namjoon smacks his head on his desk, his phone falling through his fingers and onto the wooden surface. He begins to feel his throat tighten from guilt but he suppresses it, inhaling a large breath as he sits up. He shifts the phone aside and opens the file folder, pages and pages of old text messages printed out in front of him. Before noon today, Namjoon has to read all of them and find out the client, Hyunwoo’s, texting habits and mannerisms in order to mimic.
8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a good day today too! I know you’re probably really busy today so don’t worry about giving me a call. I’m doing fine here. Good luck on your meeting with the shareholders! Dad mentioned it yesterday so I just wanted to wish you luck. :)
Namjoon can’t fathom how you manage to send a text every single day at the exact same time. What he also doesn’t understand is how your fiancé can consider it annoying or clingy. If anything it’s kind of swee- ding!
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Wish on a Fish | Namjoon
→ summary: namjoon’s got fish-shaped pastries on the brain, and you’ve got namjoon-shaped space in your heart. you both learn to make do. → genre: fluff, humor → words: 3.9K → a/n: i had this in my wips since october 2018 and i decided to finish it because it’s loving namjoon hours (but when is it not?) also this was inspired by this galaxy brain quote from the man himself: “ain’t no fish inside”
“Y/N has a crush on you.”
The owner of the voice giggles when Namjoon lifts his head up in confusion, a sticky note with various mathematical equations hanging precariously from his forehead. An unflattering doodle of what appears to be a worm with Yoongi’s face has imprinted itself like a makeshift tattoo from where his cheek had rested upon his notebook. None of that information explains what year he has woken up in, what dimensions he has slipped into, nor why Hoseok has decided to tell him this very unlikely factoid when he was clearly busy with his guilt nap.
[guilt nap (n.) when Namjoon has kept his eyes open for an extended amount of time, to the point where colors start making noise and numbers start looking like letters, so he sleeps in various public places to reboot his brain; hardly ever works but he still tries.]
“Whuzzat?” Namjoon asks, verbose. The sticky note is on its last dredges of stickiness, and the Hoseok watches it flop down from its perch and into his friend’s agape mouth. Hoseok plucks it away kindly, but Namjoon doesn’t even seem to have noticed its disappearance.
“You look like shit,” Hoseok replies instead, pulling a chair beside Namjoon and carefully pushing aside what appears to be a glass of curdled milk. Hoseok’s nose crinkles in disgust. “Dude. Was this the milk tea from free Boba Tuesday?”
“Yeah?” Namjoon blinks owlishly. It appears that his brain hasn’t fully awakened yet, because he goes to grab the cup and bring it to his lips when Hoseok saves him by plucking the offending object out of his hands too.
“Namjoon. Free Boba Tuesday was three days ago. It’s Friday evening. This is three-day-old milk tea.”
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❆masterlist❆
→ pairings: author!namjoon x fangirl!reader
→ genre: fluff! + maybe a little bit of angst??
→ summary: Namjoon and his daughter were inseparable. Despite his busy work schedule, he kept his daughter, Moonji, right by his side. He is an author after all and this meant work was from home and he was able to spend time with Moonji every second he can. After the chapter that included his wife has ended, Namjoon has been stuck on the same chapter of just him and Moonji for almost three years now. Until a new inspiration for his next chapter came to his book signing. But is it too soon for another page of romance?
→ a/n: if you haven’t done so yet, read daddy diaries & one night light! you’ll be seeing the same characters from those two smau’s on this one. it’ll make much more sense if you’ve read those two first since they go in order :)
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intro
part one: morning walks
part two: can’t wait
part three: cute dimples
part four: a little shy
part five: not a date
part six: back in seoul
part seven: fate is back in the bakery
part eight: namjoon’s friend
part nine: little angel
part ten: strawberry cake
part eleven: im: soft
part twelve: you look beautiful
part thirteen: blue or pink (i)
part fourteen: girlfriend (ii)
part fifteen: love
part sixteen: three little bears
part seventeen: candids
part eighteen: my girls
part nineteen: moonjirella
part twenty: say aye
part twenty-one: little picnic
part twenty-two: handsome
part twenty-three: ryan
part twenty-four: favorite author
part twenty-five: be ready!
part twenty-six: when
part twenty-seven: welcome
party twenty-eight: i love you
epilogue
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[baby’s instagram:
namjoon: 2ah.in
hoseok: nayun_mom
yoongi: kimibbong1317
jungkook: tokki.daram
jin: wooju_mom]
paperweight - knj
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: coworkers!au, f2l, fluff, lots of dialog in which i attempt to be funny
word count: 1,961
summary: hoseok rigs the secret santa so namjoon will stop staring at you every time you walk across the office to fill your water or where you get a dress that’s entirely too expensive to fit the office secret santa budget but find that the dinner that’s supposed to accompany it fits the thirty dollar limit, the dress is just extra
a/n: part 4 of my holiday series! as always, if u need the masterlist of the series, let me know bc tumblr is dumb and links don’t show up!!!
“Why did you email to come over here? My desk is like two office blocks away. You could have just yelled if you wanted to talk about—”
Hoseok took a stapler to the stomach, the nearest thing to Namjoon’s clammy hand clasped over his mouse. He caught the hunk of metal with a wheezing laughter, collecting himself enough to place it down without stapling his polo to his stomach.
“Do you have a volume setting I’m unaware of?” The younger hissed.
The red haired man straightened proudly, fingers tucking into his front pockets.
“Nope!”
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rental
↬ pairing: kim namjoon x reader
↝ genre: fluff, smut, lightest angst | rent-a-boyfriend!au
↳ summary: you were sick and tired of being pushed into looking for a relationship, so your roommate took the matter into his own hands.
✎ word count: 10.5k | this thing is waaay longer than i thought it was going to be, i’ve never written a oneshot this long
☞ warnings: it goes from 0 to 100 real quick; oc has an annoying controlling aunt; i tried on the fluff - namjoon being super| soft for the oc; unprotected sex
A/N: please give joonie some love! this is probably my favourite fic so far u.u
the rental series :: a rental continuation
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your turn
↬ pairing: kim namjoon x reader
↝ genre: fluff, smut
↳ summary: namjoon feels like its the right time for you to meet his parents, specially after he’s met your family
→ sequel to rental | part of the the rental series
✎ word count: 2.9k
☞ warnings: male oral receiving; unprotected sex.
A/N: sooooo rental got 2k notes, what the frik, so this is a gift lol; enjoy. go read rental so this makes more sense!
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wannabe
↬ pairing: kim namjoon x reader
↝ genre: angst, smut
↳ summary: when namjoon makes an unexpected buy, it sends you spiraling about where your relationship is heading
→ sequel to rental | part of the the rental series
✎ word count: 4k
☞ warnings: angsty smut; mentions of fear of commitment
A/N: thank you for getting rental to 3k!!! thank you for all your support!! y’all did!! that!!; so here goes another instalment of y’alls fave couple ; feedback is always welcomed!!!
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days past
— kim namjoon x reader — established relationship!au | smut + fluff + barely there angst, its there if you squit really hard — 2k words — NC-17. tw: mention of namjoon’s past partners + brief mention of insecurity + female oral receiving + unprotected sex (please be careful, y’all know) — sequel to rental | part of the the rental series — although namjoon had left the rentaboyfriend business, he could not hide from his past.
A/N: i cant believe rental still gets notes!! it got to 4k what the fuck??? ; i know that i pretty much abandoned this one a while ago but now i’m back and i hope to be updating it more often!! please keep tuned ; i hope y’all like this !!
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you do?
— kim namjoon x reader — established relationship!au | smut + fluff — 2.6k words — NC-17. tw: unprotected sex (y’all know the drill, wrap it before you tap it) + female and male oral receiving — sequel to rental | part of the rental series — the day is finally here. namjoon allowed you to have a final freak out, but to be honest, you could not wait to spend the rest of your life with him.
A/N: thank you for getting rental to 4k!!! thank you for all your support!! i really can’t believe y’all ; so here goes another instalment of y’alls fave couple ; feedback is always welcomed!!!
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When Bangtan tries to clean the dorm...
Jin: Okay, first off, RapMon, don't touch anything-
RapMon: *breaks the chair he's sitting in* hah, got it.
Jin: *facepalms* Moving on, Jimin and Jungkook, you guys clean the bathrooms.
Jungkook: Can't I go with Taehyung Hyung instead?
Jimin: *REJECTED*
Jin: Why??
Jungkook: Last time I was cleaning the bathrooms with Jimin Hyung, things got weird.
Jimin: Aniya! Nothing weird happened!
Jin: Just go clean the bathrooms. It's not like he's gonna do anything to you.
Jungkook: *groans and heads to the bathroom with a happy Jimin behind him*
Jin: Taehyung, you and Hoseok clean the bedroom and gather up the laundry.
Hoseok: Laundry duty again?
Taehyung: *giggles* he said duty...
Jin: Don't complain! It's better than cleaning the bathroom, isn't it?
Hoseok: But Yoongi Hyung and Namjoon don't have to do anything?
Yoongi: *with his eyes closed* disturb my nap and I'll kill you.
Jin: He'll do something eventually, but I don't think any of us want to-
*CRASH*
RapMon: Oops...
Everyone: *looks to the broken dishes on the floor*
Jin: *sighs* Namjoon, you go do the laundry. Clothes are harder to ruin.
Hoseok: Then what do we do?
Jin: Just clean up the bedroom a bit and organize things. After you finish, come help Yoongi with the dishes he'll be doing when he wakes up.
Yoongi: I'm not doing the dishes.
Jin: Oh yes you are, you hardly ever clean the dorm, and we're all sick of you being lazy.
Yoongi: Well, I'm sick of you bossing me around.
Hoseok: Yoongi Hyung, just do what he says.
Yoongi: *mumbles and gets up to start on the dishes*
Taehyung: Then what are you doing, Jin Hyung?
Jin: I'm gonna head to the store and then vacuum when I get back. The house better be in one piece.
Taehyung: *giggles* he said One Piece...
Hoseok: Neh, Hyung! I'll make sure everything is okay-
*RRRIIIIPPPP*
RapMon: Oops... *walks into the living room with a shirt torn in half*
Taehyung: *cries and runs to the shirt RapMon's holding* GEORGE!
Jin: *facepalms* Maybe I shouldn't leave...
Hoseok: No, I got this, Hyung! I'm good at being a leader-
Jungkook: Jimin Hyung! That's Yoongi Hyung's toothbrush!
Yoongi: *yells* What did you do to my toothbrush, Jimin?!
Jungkook: He dropped it in the to-
Jimin: Sink! It's in the sink!
Jin: Aish...
Yoongi: Add "toothbrush" to your grocery list, Hyung.
Jin: I think someone else should go. I don't think-
Hoseok: No! I can be in charge! I know how to be a good leader!
RapMon: Why can't I be in charge? I'm literally the leader.
Everyone: Because you break everything!
RapMon: Right... *mumbles curses at the others as he turns back to do the laundry while Taehyung pulls all of his laundry away from him*
Jin: Fine... I'll go to the store. I'll be back in thirty minutes; maybe less.
-20 minutes later-
Jin: *opens the door to the dorm to see Jimin soaking wet, Jungkook laughing at Jimin, Taehyung crying over his torn laundry all over the floor, Rapmon shoving torn clothes into the washing machine, Yoongi sleeping on the kitchen island, and Hoseok no where to be seen.*
Jin: What happened???
Everyone: *shuts up and looks at Jin*
Jungkook: Uhh...
Taehyung: *cries as he tries to throw his clothes back together* My clothes are RUINED!
Jimin: The toilet totally did NOT explode on me...
RapMon: and we totally did not throw Hoseok in the closet.
Jin: What the- why?!
Yoongi: *mumbling* because he wouldn't shut up
Hoseok: *muffled noises from the bedroom closet*
Jin: I am never leaving you guys alone to clean ever again...
Yoongi: But you got my tooth brush, right?
-Admin Jinnie
When Fangirling About K-Pop Around Friends Pt 1
Me: so he was- wait Twitter is calling
Friend: srsly?
Me: shhh //runs hand down face
Friend: dhehflghatfj! //swats my hand away
Me: OMG
Friend: what???
Me: NOT AGAIN WHY
Friend: are you okay???
Me: WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME
Friend: wtf is wrong with you?
Me: they're promoting ANOTHER song?
Friend: who?
Me: it's been a month! Do they not rest
Friend: it's Koreans isn't it
Me: first "I Need U" and now "Sick" I just can't
Friend: yeah it's Koreans
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Me: why
Friend: what
Me: wwwhhhyyyy
Friend: what
Me: WHy
Friend: WHAT
Me: Teen Top
Friend: oh come on
Me: they just...
Friend: can we talk about more interesting things?
Me: they cAN't be promoting at the same time as Bangtan
Friend: what is it a law or something
Me: my feels will die
Friend: omg
Me: they're gonna fly away
Friend: the heck
Me: and NEvEr cOMe baCK
Friend: you'll be fine
Me: WILL I?!
Friend: geez calm down
Me: I CAN'T bE caLm rIGhT nOw
Friend: just shut up and eat ice cream or something
-hours later-
Me: wait
Friend: wtf what now
Me: it's Twitter agai- HOLY- WHAT
Friend: ???
Me: TEASER PHOTOS
Friend: teaser photos?
Me: THEY ALREADY ARE POSTING THEM- WHY RAPMON
Friend: "Rap Mon"? Wtf?
Me: //incoherent sobbing
Friend: oookkkkkaaaayyyy... //goes to get food
-one day later-
Phone: *ding*!
Friend: don't you dare
Me: but it's-
Friend: no
Me: but they-
Friend: no
Me: THIS IS IMPOR-
Friend: NO
Me:
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me: *grabs phone anyway*
Friend: gtfo
Me: Omg...
Friend:
Me: this picture
Friend:
Me: his hair is BLONDE
Friend: what
Me: it's BLONDE! DO YOu sEE tHIs?!?
Friend: what
Me: it is /BLONDE/
Friend: okay stfu I get it
Me: he had BLACK HAIR the other day!
Friend: don't they dye their hair all the time?
Me: HE LIED HOW DAre hE
Friend: okay calm down
Me: he had HIS haIR SPrayED
Friend: shut-
Me: to look freaking black
Friend: -up
Me: ANd IT Was BlONDe
Friend: shut up-
Me: THE WHOLe tiME
Friend: OKAY calm tf down
Me: I Can'T CaLM DOwn
Friend: yes you can or you're leaving
Me: fine
Friend: good
Me:
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me: but it's BLOndE
Friend: leave
-Admin Jinnie