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pocket update: new writer!

I practically begged little harem anon to write for us, and then she played hard to get but i FOUND HER and she’s finally HERE!!! Introducing our new lovely guest writer, Writer S♡

Writer S:

“Hello , I’m Writer S, previously known as little harem anon! I’m shy and awkward but I love this blog so here I am. I’m older than Jin by a less than a week. Yoongi is my beloved bias <3. I will be a fresh college graduate soon but I’m planning to make a ridiculous change in my career path so omg. Thank you for giving this blog love! I hope you like my writing too!

Writer S will probably only be with us for a little while bc she’s actually super cool and has a writing blog of her own. But I’m super excited to have her here, and she’ll be posting her first scenario very SOON to celebrate pocket-ARMY’s 100th Day :))

Please send our shy bean Writer S your love~! 

♡Admin K

#ProtectionSquadPost-Its

Inspired by all the bts protection squads on this blog!

Imagine pocket-sized you rushing and even almost tripping on your little feet around the dorm, carrying a rolled up post-it almost as big as you. In a couple days, the boys are flying out again to do another concert for their Epilogue Tour. You decided you were going to use this time to show your love to them before they leave you alone in the dorm again.

Every single day, for the past week, you’ve left little love note post-its for each member on different days. You still had another week ahead of you to go.

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Catch a Falling Star

Imagine you hanging onto dear life within the little crevices of Taehyung’s helmet. He went night biking to the Han River as a form of stress relief, and it’s been days since you’ve left the dorm, so you decided to join him. He warned you he felt the need for speed tonight but you just swatted his finger away from your face and adjusted your own military helmet from one of their many figurines.

On the way back was when he really got his game on; you weren’t even sure if he used the brakes at all. Taehyung was just humming an old tune but everything came to a screeching halt when he heard your scream.

He immediately looked up but realized he still couldn’t see you since you were in his helmet. He gently took off his helmet to check if you were there. You were jumping up and down on his helmet, pointing up at the sky that you saw a shooting star.

Before he was about to tell you that you don’t get to see shooting stars in Seoul, since there’s too much man-made light, he saw something as bright as tear shaped diamonds shoot through the sky. He jumped up and down with you excitedly as you both saw it. Since he was jumping too, it was too easy for him to shake you off his helmet. Before you went flying off, he caught you and put you in his pocket.

You both proceeded to head back to the dorm as he constructed the story he would tell the boys how he caught a falling star.

Cereal (Mood) Killer

For @marianasphan:

Imagine pocket-sized you climbing on a paper towel dispenser so you could jump onto a cereal box. You were feeling helpful so you decided were going to help the sleepy Namjoon open up his cereal for him. At the same moment you pried the cardboard tab away from the slit, you saw the shadow of Namjoon’s hand looming over you. He flicked the cardboard open and you fell into the cereal. You yelped, but he didn’t hear you as you tumbled in the box, but tumbled out just as quickly into the bowl. You scrambled your way up from the sea of cereal, only to be splashed by a wave of milk.

You figured Namjoon meant to pull away the carton when you heard him gasp in surprise to see you in his bowl, but his uncoordinated body told him the opposite and he tipped the carton more, turning the milk wave into a tsunami and the bowl overflowed. You climbed out of the bowl as he reached over for a paper towel but the cereal box was in his way and it quickly tipped over and spilled over the dining table.

He apologized profusely as he finally grabbed a paper towel to fold it up and cloak it over you like a towel. You hurled the cereal on the top of your head at his nose. That was the last time you helped him open a cereal box.

Super ARMY

Imagine pocket-sized you trying to jump up to hit the little wooden block hanging over your head. Seokjin got bored and actually created a little Mario obstacle course for you and had you run through it like his own little Mario character. He got really into it, commanding you go faster which made you wonder how you even got caught up in this.

 You had to jump a couple times because he made it a little too high for you. Finally you punched the box, quite irritably. But instead of Seokjin’s chocolate coins he was ready to drop in front of you, the box truly exploded and a mushroom came out of it. You looked up at Seokjin and he raised his eyebrows too, curious about the item. You picked up the mushroom.

An idea popped into your head, if this was a mushroom in a Mario game… Before Seokjin could nag you about eating things you don’t know where it came from (as if he was the one to talk, he drank random water from a mountain in Norway), you took a giant munch on the mushroom. You two stared at each other for a while before you felt yourself lengthening, growing. You were human-sized, and then you surpassed him. You grew taller than the building and your usual high-pitched laughter turned into a hearty cackle as your size broke through every wall and floor of the building…

Now it was Seokjin’s turn. You had him run all over Seoul, watching him turn at every corner he could find to get away from you but you could always see him. You threw your head back in laughter as you watched him sad attempt to flee from you…

Seokjin turned his head at the sound of high-pitched squeaking. He turned his head to see you all snuggled in his scarf, cackling at some dream of yours. He chuckled at the sight, wondering what silly dream you could be having right now.

What a Train Wreck

Dedicated to Writer-T and all other pocket-army who’ve faced the struggle of a bias wrecker

Imagine pocket-sized you zip lining on a piece of yarn from your dollhouse onto the coffee table. You slid down the leg of the table and sped away in Taehyung’s car. You stopped at the toy train tracks and got out of the car. Your mini Kumamon doll was tied to the tracks and your heart sped as you turned your head to see the toy train speeding its way over to you and your doll.

You quickly untied the yarn and pushed Kumamon out of harm’s way, but the train was now headed straight for you.

You heard your name being called from both sides of you. Yoongi was on your right and Hoseok was on your left, beckoning you to jump into their hands for safety. You looked left, right, and straight again, seeing the train coming in fast. You breathed….

The train passed. Your eyes were closed, hugging to a finger as tight as you could, trying to get over your racing heart.

You looked up and to see the owner of the hand. Hoseok smiled and used his finger to pat you on the head, telling you that you did well.

Yoongi however crossed his arms and playfully huffed, acknowledging your true bias. He got up and dramatically walked away. You climbed down from Hoseok’s hand and ran towards Yoongi, claiming that it wasn’t what it looked like. Hoseok, however, scooped you backwards into his hand and drew you in, shushing you, telling you that Yoongi will understand one day.

A Couple of KimDaily

Imagine pocket-sized you tilting your mouth to the side as you looked in the mirror.  Namjoon has taken it upon himself to dress you this morning, calling it his KimDaily Project. Luckily, pocket-sized clothes were limited to the choices in your closet, but that didn’t stop him from being creative about mix-and-matching your ensemble into something you’ve never thought of putting together.

He had you dress in your multi-color striped leggings and a red t-shirt with denim shorts overalls over it. He topped you off with a red fisherman’s hat. You looked at the mirror from yourself to the dimpled man’s expectant face. You sighed, thanking him for choosing your clothes today.

He told you that he wasn’t done, which made your eyes widen like the size of golf balls. You didn’t know what else he could do with this. He left you standing there, telling you to wait patiently.

In a few minutes, he emerged from his room, wearing long multi-colored socks, a red t-shirt with denim overalls over it, a red fisherman’s hat.

Your lips twitched a smile when he blushed and explained that it took him a while to find clothes you owned that were similar to his. He needed an ensemble that wasn’t exactly normally matched, in case there were other people who would dress the same. Now you two exclusively match, like couples.

An Angel with Wings and One Without

Imagine pocket-sized you swinging your legs on the edge of the desk excitedly as you train your eyes on the same small white craft Jungkook’s eyes are focused on. You look at Jungkook with appreciation as you notice his careful actions to glue the fingertip-sized white fluffy feathers on the wing-shaped piece of paper. His last job is to glue the small spandex string in the middle of the wings.

At the end, he lightly holds up the two spandex loops for you to put your arms through and you strap the wings on your back with glee.

You start running around his desk, flapping and giggling as you announce your new status as an angel.

You feel so daring and excited, that you run and jump off his table. Jungkook’s eyes widen and he quickly holds his hands out to catch you with his ever-swift reflexes. You laugh when you fall into his hands, feeling the rush. You crawl and hug his thumb tightly as he scolds you for your reckless behavior.

He blushes when you reply with the giddiest of smiles that you may be the one with the wings, but you always have faith in him to be your guardian angel.

A Dangerous Duo

Imagine pocket-sized you eyeing Taehyung and Namjoon suspiciously as they move back and forth in the kitchen, looking for food. It is truly the most dangerous combination of the boys to be in the kitchen. No one else is home and you feel like it is your duty to watch over Seokjin’s kitchen. You are constantly peeking over Namjoon’s shoulder, quite literally as you are sitting there. You promised not to constantly nag them like Seokjin unless it is an emergency; all they wanted is to find a quick snack. But despite not letting a peep out of you, you can’t help but shake your head at their every new discovery in the kitchen.

Namjoon doesn’t know what the whisk is for; Taehyung doesn’t know where the sugar was. You really feel sorry for how pitiful they are for being so lost in the kitchen. But as strongly responsible you feel to watch over the kitchen, you are also strongly responsible to your own bladder.

All it takes is one short bathroom break around the corner. You should have told them to not move a muscle as you left the premises, but that would have been “overreacting”, as they would call it. You hear banging, yelling, crashing, and breaking. You can’t get out fast enough. When you come to the kitchen, you slipped and fell. It would have been fun if it wasn’t for the fact that you slid from the entrance of the kitchen all the way into under the nasty refrigerator, greeting and sneezing at the dust bunnies that are the same size as you.

Namjoon accidentally knocked the pot of water off the stove and water was all over the floor; luckily the water didn’t start boiling just yet but Taehyung put in too much oil in the water (for reasons unknown to you), making the floor extra slippery. Taehyung made a mess of mixing the wrong ingredients together; for the life of you, you can’t understand how he thought mustard and chili was a good dip combination for pickles. Namjoon ripped the bag of sugar and flour. Weren’t they just here for a snack?

When Seokjin came home in the midst of the cleaning, he yelled at all three of you. For the next three weeks, Namjoon and Taehyung are banned from stepping into the kitchen even for water. The only good Namjoon and Taehyung got out of this was exploring the kitchen and finding their favorite snack. The two of them agreed that it was totally worth it.

The Best and Worst of 2016 Park Jimin

Imagine pocket-sized you snickering at 6 out of 7 of the boys’ astonished faces as you lay the precious photos in front of them. Over the course of your stay, you manage to sneak around snapping photos of all the boys when they’re displaying their best even in the comforts of their own home, and of course you got some of their worst moments. Since it is Jimin’s birthday, no doubt you get your share of the fun of displaying the lovely Jimin at his best and worst moments.

You stand in the middle of the table with all the photos and the boys surround you.

The boys inquire how the hell you ever managed to find so many perfect moments. You just raise your finger to your lips and tell them it’s a secret.

Yoongi wonders out loud about how many photos you actually have of all of them. You just grin and tell them that they will figure it out when their birthday comes around. Together, the 7 of you continue to discuss which ones were the best to showcase on Twitter for Jimin’s birthday.

Since you are all so focused on the different photos, you guys don’t even notice the extra presence around you guys.

A short, chubby finger comes in to the middle of the table and points to one of your best looking photos of Jimin.

“I think you guys should post this one.” You all look up to Jimin to see his cute little grin. Yoongi swipes the photo away and tucks it into his pocket, “That’s exactly the one we will not be posting.”

Jimin continues to protest at the rest of the boys for taking away the good pictures and shoving it in their pockets, and so do you. You run to the edges of the table and make grabby hands at them, telling them that they can’t keep the photos.

All You Have to Do Is Ask

TRIGGER WARNING: If you have arachnophobia, read at your own risk.

Imagine pocket-sized you coaching Jimin through whispers in his ears as you sit in the dip of his left collarbone. You’ve started a little hobby of yours while the boys are away by exercising your green thumb. You are so excited to finally see flowers growing, you scream for the attention of the only two boys currently in the dorm. You invite two of the maknae line to visit your little garden patch you’ve created in the corner of their dorm that gets the most sunlight.

Your garden looks beautiful and there’s a beautiful sunset with a hint of rain clouds beginning to loom over. You figure it’s the perfect opportunity for Jimin. Jimin licks his lips in anticipation and slowly stretches his hand over to hold Jungkook’s hand when you two hear a yelp come from Jungkook. You both look down to see what he’s looking at and you see a rather large spider slowly crawling from the corner of your little garden. Jimin flinches in surprise and Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hand to pull him back from your garden over to the other side of the room.

You look down to see Jungkook still holding Jimin’s hand and you smile. Jimin also notices the physical contact being longer than necessary He smugly says that if Jungkook wanted to hold his hand, all he has to do is ask. At this, you roll your eyes and smack Jimin in the ear, calling him out that he was the one who was nervous.

Sweet Happiness

For @might–just–die:

Imagine pocket-sized you coming home after a long day of work. You sluggishly climb your way up back to your doll house and practically crawl to the door. You hear footsteps behind you but you don’t even care to look back to see who it is; you know that as long as you’re in the dorm, no one is there to harm you anyway.

You mumble a lacking greeting with no specification as to which member you’re talking to, and go inside your doll house without another word. Since you have no other words, neither does the person who was behind you. You hear footsteps fade and you think it’s the end of that. But whoever was behind you has no intention to give up on you.

20 minutes later, you hear a knock on your door and you mumble from your pillow that you’re not able to get up. The knocking is insistent and you pout. You get to the door and open it to be greeted by a large ice cream cone with your favorite flavor sitting on top of the cone. You scream of delight and hug the ice cream cone with all four limbs.

You feel a swipe above your head and you look around the cone to see Hoseok sucking on his finger, telling you that a drop of ice cream was about to land on your head. He urges you to start digging in because it’s melting.

Without another word, you almost mush your whole face into the ice cream. You hear him clear his throat and you look at him. He asks if he can also have a bite. You nod, because, hey, he bought it for you anyway. It’s the least you can offer in return. You take another bite before him, but you feel push back from the ice cream. You take your head out to look around the ice cream again. You see Hoseok’s face very close to yours; he’s eating the ice cream on the other side!

You stutter your protest, telling him that he’s taking too big of bites. He apologizes and steps back. He starts dancing Red Velvet’s Ice Cream Cake. You laugh, let him know he’s forgiven, and to come back and share the rest of the ice cream with you.

When it’s all gone, you thank him for the ice cream with your biggest grin. Hoseok takes a wet tissue and gently wipes your cheeks and lips from the sticky ice cream residue. He smiles in the way you see his dimples. He tells you that he would buy you all the ice cream in the world if it means he gets to see your happiness.

Who Suits You Best

Imagine pocket-sized you sitting on top of a marshmallow throne with a yellow paper crown on your head. You’re a princess for the day, and suitors Jimin and Hoseok have come to win your hand in marriage and become your knight in shining armor. Hoseok dazzles you with his amazing dancing skills and Jimin charms you with his serenade of your favorite song. You claim that you still have no idea who you’d prefer. You cross your legs and look at the dirt under your nails, acting unimpressed while on the inside, you’re squealing.

In the last round, they’ve decided to settle this on a joust. Hoseok takes an umbrella and Jimin grabs the mop. They stand on opposite ends of the living room and point their “jousting lances” at each other, ready to charge. You put your hands to hide your face but still make a gap between your fingers to see the results.

Jimin and Hoseok roars as they charge at each other with quick footsteps and the one who gets lightly poked in the stomach is the elder of the two. Hoseok falls to the floor and clutches his stomach, crying out in fake pain. You jump up from your marshmallow and bound down the pillows on the floor to reach Hoseok. You put your hands to his cheeks and ask if he’s okay.

Jimin protests that he was the one who won, and Hoseok is still moaning in pain, asking for you to kiss him better on the stomach. You blush but you still walk down to his stomach layered with his sweater and give his tummy a little peck, pressing your lips against the wool.

Jimin immediately snatches you up and runs to the room, claiming you to be his now that he’s won and Hoseok has already been given his loser’s consolation prize. Hoseok calls after you, his princess, while he’s still on the floor. You look back but can’t help but laugh at Jimin’s “La la la’s” in your ear that keep you from hearing Hoseok’s call for you.

The Birth of a Hwarang

Imagine pocket-sized you humming to the Hwarang OST song by Seokjin and Taehyung as you’re sitting at the edge of the kitchen counter. You’re swinging your legs back and forth to the unheard beat and Seokjin is mumbling his own part in the song as he makes the finishing touches on Taehyung’s birthday cake. He wipes his hands on his apron and smiles at you. You look at the final product of the cake and give Seokjin thumbs up.

You grab a candle with both hands and Seokjin picks you up to lead you above the center of the cake so you can plunge the candle snugly down in the center. He lights the candle and you sit on his shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen, making his way to the living room where everyone is at.

In the center of the room, Taehyung is showing everyone, with Jungkook as his sparring partner, a reenactment of the little fight scene he was a part of in the fourth episode of Hwarang.

Without the notice that you and Seokjin are making your way in, he rolls out of the fight as he’s supposed to and he knocks into Seokjin’s legs. Seokjin stumbles and everyone gets up out of instinctive anticipation to see cake fall.

But training must have done Taehyung something good, because he’s able to catch the cake upright in his hands. You cheer wildly for Taehyung and everyone goes along. Taehyung sets the cake down on the center of the table. He poses smugly as the flowering warrior he is. Instead of singing the birthday song for Kim Taehyung, everyone sings the birthday song for Seok Hansung, as a tribute to Taehyung’s acting debut.

Cookie Dough

Imagine pocket-sized you peeking over the mixing bowl that’s almost full of cookie dough. Your eyes shift upward as your fingers curl over the edge of the bowl, sneaking glances at the man whose broad shoulders is the only thing you see of him as he faces away from you. His head is ducked down to the oven as he removes pots and pans from the oven he uses as storage.

You look back up to the bowl and slightly bend your knees, gathering your weight in your feet. You pounce up and hurdle yourself over the edge of the mixing bowl. You would have gotten a perfect 10 landing, if Seokjin’s hand didn’t just dive underneath your body and catch you before you land yourself in the pillowing hills of sticky yumminess.

You huff in complaint and cross your arms, demanding for a bite of the uncooked cookie dough.

Seokjin, in turn, scolds you that you would eat all of the cookie dough and there would be none left to put in the oven. It doesn’t matter how pocket-sized you are; he knows you can finish that whole bowl of cookie dough.

You whine that it’s going to take the oven too long; and besides, cookie dough is one of the best parts of baking cookies.

He shakes his head as he puts you on the counter across from the counter where the mixing bowl is. Your arms are still crossed and you frown at him. He frowns back at you and crosses his arms. You can see a tug at the corner of his lips at how funny you look right now; sitting on your butt with your legs slightly spread out, your arms are crossed, and you’re pouting. He dares to mock a cookie dough-deprived person.

Seokjin sighs and steps to the side to open the freezer. He rummages through the freezer a bit before he takes out a gallon tub of cookie dough ice-cream. He takes off the top of the tub and hands you one of those small ice-cream sample spoons. He confesses that this is his secret stash, and you can only eat it with your dinky, little spoon until the cookies are baked. You take the spoon and smile deviously. The challenge is accepted.