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I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️

of COURSE! i’m combining this with a request @cinnamin-ji made for my 1k drabblepalooza which, of all things, was SUPER TUNA 😩😂

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c: marriage!au, dad!jin, fishing? lol, not proofread because i’m tired but i’ll come back later to fix what i imagine are numerous, glaring errors!

Kim Seokjin wasn’t known for his quietness. In the years you’d been together, you’d only identified two circumstances in which he was silent. Still.

Come to think of it, perhaps sleeping didn’t truly belong on that list. After all, Seokjin had a habit of talking to you even while he slept. More alarmingly, he proved that sleeping and making himself laugh weren’t mutually exclusive. On more than one occasion, his unexpected giggling broke free from his dreams and ripped you out of yours.

With sleeping crossed off, the only circumstance left on that list was fishing. He went often and, thanks to you, he never went alone.

Initially, it confused you whenever he asked you to tag along. It was well-known that you didn’t have the stomach for catching - or releasing - living, flopping, terrified fish. So, you figured, he wants someone to talk to. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that your constant chatter scared off all the nearby wildlife.

After spending countless, sleepy mornings by the water, it finally dawned on you: conversation was never the point. Seokjin simply wanted to do his favorite thing, in his favorite place, with his favorite person at his side. Even if you were half-asleep, or reading, or knitting to pass the time, you were along for the ride. That was all that mattered.

Well, not all.

Someone had to be there to praise him whenever he successfully caught something. Clapping for himself was too difficult to do while reeling in his prize; and it didn’t hold a candle to your proud grin. Lucky for him, he’d married his biggest fan.

Well, you used to be his biggest fan. Now, there was stiff competition coming for your title. A brand-new contender, a dark horse vying for the role of Seokjin’s favorite person. You were, of course, amenable to a tie. Negotiations were stalled, but would resume once your sole competitor could speak in sentences.

This morning’s trip was a special one. For the first time, it wasn’t just the two of you on that dock, basking in that lakeside sunshine. Importantly - though he was too shy to say so - Seokjin was eager to share his beloved pastime with someone who might actually, meaningfully participate in it. Unfortunately, that dream was a few years away from becoming a reality.

After all, his new fishing partner had only just mastered the art of sitting up on her own.

As you sat in your foldable camp chair, you tried and failed to think of anything better than your current view. No sight could ever compete with that of your husband trying his very best to cast a line, all with a seven-month-old baby strapped to his chest. Two perfect halves making up the whole of your heart.

Every time he drew back, Jinseo’s relentless wiggling prompted Seokjin to lose his focus, his balance, and his - self-proclaimed - perfect aim. When he did manage to follow through on his dutifully-practiced cast, his baited hook would end up in the shallows with the weeds. So, he simply kept trying.

After his seventh unsuccessful attempt, he turned around to face you. You expected him to whine out all his frustration, but he quickly proved you wrong. Instead, he was laughing so hard that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched. If you looked closely, you might’ve spotted a stray, mirthful tear making a break for it.

Jinseo, that chubby-cheeked menace, was unbothered by her role in her father’s downfall. She babbled and kicked her little legs as if her life depended on it, none the wiser. And when she giggled, she did so with her entire face.

Just like her father.

Through your own laughter, you gestured to the marshmallow baby squawking happily under the brim of her floral sun hat. “Do you want me to take her off your hands for now?” You called out, but quickly amended, “Er - off your chest?”

“We’re okay!” He chirped with a wave. Unbeknownst to him, his most-loved accessory echoed his movement - albeit with a tiny, far chunkier hand.

Copy, paste.

With the fondest look you’d ever seen in his eyes, he beamed down at his fishing partner and tickled her sides. As he did, he cooed, “Isn’t that right, Jinnie?”

Her reply came in the form of giddy squeals and spit bubbles, but it sure sounded like a resounding yes to you. Having drawn the same conclusion, Seokjin shot you a wink and a smirk to match.

“See? I’m finally not the only Kim who likes to fish!”

a/n: did give my own name to the aforementioned marshmallow baby? yes. yes, i did. do i regret it? absolutely not! lil beeb ain’t the only jinseo droolin’ over kim seokjin 😂

Christmas Carol ♡  Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Genre: PURE holiday season fluff 

Summary: Jin is a Christmas caroler and you are trying to hide from him by turning off all the lights but he knows you are home and he just won’t give up because he has a surprise prepared for you.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none 

A/N: I was gone bc of finals and now I’m back and into the holiday spirit so here’s a little something something bc I don’t have much time + I am not feeling well emotionally + writers block af but whatever. I hope you enjoy this.

The night was cold, sky darkened as no moon was shining up above, and you could only thank the fire burning in the middle of your living room for providing you with warmth and a dim light, thanking the brief moments of silence before your the neighbourhood’s streets came alive with all the Christmas lights outside the houses and above all, the consistent and annoying voices of the carolers that filled up the air as they came to each doorstep and people joined in.

It wasn’t like you hated Christmas, you even put a whole ass string of lights AND a crown on your doorstep, you really didn’t mean to gain the reputation of being a Grinch, but being friends with the one and only Kim Seokjin made that difficult, you see, Seokjin was a pretty much normal guy all year round, except for Christmas season, he was the type to go ALL OUT for it. Go big or go home was an understatement, especially when he decided to join the neighbourhood’s carolers after that one night two years ago he was spending at your place and you refused to open up the door when the singing group appeared at your doorstep and he swore he would make you open your door and join in.

You were currently sitting in front of the small fire, quietly scrolling through social media, expecting to hear some kind of noise coming from outside, from Jin and his crew of weirdos that worshipped him as he was some type of Christmas god, but it was awfully quiet that night.

You made your way silently towards the closed curtains that faced outside and took a peep only to see nothing, the street was covered in snow so you figured the cold weather hadn’t allowed them to go outside, however, not a single Christmas light was lit on the houses down the street, not even Jin’s, now that was weird. Perhaps they just forgot, you waited five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Maybe you should just take a look outside, just to make sure Earth’s population hadn’t just suddenly vanished like some type of Thano’s way. 

You quickly wrapped around your body a blanket you had lying on the couch and opened the door, carefully stepping outside as the freezing wind hit your face and your heart almost jumped out of your chest as all of a sudden every single house and street light lit up, music sounding loud from somewhere and an all familiar voice counted to three before coming into view and started singing… Jin.

“Deck the hall with vows of holly” he was smiling the biggest smile you had ever seen him wear, knowing way too well that him doing a flashmob infant of your house was in no way something you would thank him for, people started to join in, singing and dancing along to what you knew, was all Jin’s idea. A full YouTube-worthy performance was taking part before your eyes. “Come on, Y/N, join the chorus” 

Everyone danced along to the melody as they waited for you to sing the ‘fa la la la’ part of the song, but you wouldn’t budge, and Jin knew it would be a thousand times more complicated than he had initially anticipated when you turned around and closed the door behind you. 

But the music never stopped, if only it became louder and you could hear Jin getting close to each window and knocking on your door as the first notes to ‘Last Christmas’ started 

“Y/N just open up your door”

“There’s no one home” you shouted back, it was silly, but perhaps it would make him give up

“Y/N I know you’re home, you were just outside” he laughed “Come join the party we threw just for you” a few seconds went by as the rest of the carolers went on singing and just as the song was ending, you walked out once again, only to be greeted by a massive grin on Jin’s face as he looked at you 

“…And now’s the time you kiss me”

“I’m sorry, now’s the time I-WHAT?!” It seemed like Jin’s brain turned to mush around this time of the year, but now he was just talking nonsense, sure, he was handsome as hell and you would be lying if you didn’t admit to daydreaming about dating him more than once but this? This was just the most elaborated thing he had done to tease you

Jin looked up while pointing his finger for you to face, a mistletoe hanging from the top part of your door 

“Sorry…I don’t make the rules” he leaned down and you tried not to panic as his face grew closer to yours until his soft lips grazed upon your own and the world seemed to fade out to the soft notes of ‘Winter Wonderland’, a warm feeling taking over you from your tummy to your cheeks, where the freezing air was now replaced; Jin smiled against your mouth and separated from you “There was just no way that I would allow my girlfriend to be the Grinch”

Your mind was racing, your fingertips softly touching your lips and you almost missed what he said, as he was already walking down the street, ready to sing for the rest of the neighbourhood “KIM SEOKJIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY GIRLFRIEND”

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO JOIN US TO FIND OUT” he shouted at you without even stopping as he threw an air kiss your way, quickly turning around laughing and joining the song as a smile played on your lips and you shook your head as you entered your house in search for a warm jacket to follow what seemed to be your  head-over-heels-for-Christmas boyfriend 

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Turn Back Time (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

warnings: bodyswap au (kind of), alternating pov, teenage insecurities, bullying, Seokjin is confused, mention of sports injury, thirst, mentions of hangover, sassy thirteen year olds, mentioned infidelity (not between main characters), cheating (like in sports), swearing, angsty confessions, smut warnings: nudity, Seokjin pops a semi at the wrong time, soft!dom Jin, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, nipple play, unprotected s*x (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 13.3k a/n: a very happy early 30th bday to our WWH! This is my submission for the Catch of The Century collab hosted by myself, @joheunsaram, and @kithtaehyung! I was super excited writing the role reversal with Seokjin, and 13 Going On 30 is only one of my favorite movies ever (seriously, it never misses on every single rewatch). I also just miss Jin so much T_T I hope you all enjoy 💜 also ty to Mars for beta-reading this as well!

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The envelope crinkles as it’s handed to Seokjin, and his heart drops before he can even pause his iPod and yank his earbuds out, the Black Eyed Peas providing the soundtrack to his humiliation. 

Sighing, he looks at his face twisted mid-expression, half-smile and half-grimace, the metal of his braces glinting against the camera flash, and wonders why the photographer had even bothered counting down if he wasn’t going to wait for him to smile for the photo anyway. Not to mention the packet had been inappropriately labeled “Suckjin”. His eomma would be so disappointed. Looking around, he pushes his glasses up onto his nose before shoving the damn thing into his backpack, where it hopefully wouldn’t see the light of day for a few more hours.

“Kim!”

Seokjin bites back a groan at the voice bellowing in the hallway, turning to see Jackson Wang and his posse of baseball boys strolling up to him. He and Jackson weren’t friends, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but it wasn’t like they hated each other either. They had a mutual agreement - Seokjin would offer to do Jackson’s algebra homework for the semester, and Jackson promised him a try-out spot for the school’s baseball team.

To Seokjin, it was worth it. The baseball team was at the height of status in their janky middle school - everyone knew the players on the team were the coolest, sporting the finest threads walking through the hallways, and tipping their caps to make the girls scream. But it was more than that - for as long as he could remember, Seokjin had always been the lame kid. The one that faded into the background, hiding his acne-laden face under his mop of dark hair, constantly fiddling with his glasses. He hated that.

For once, he wanted to be the special one. The one who hit the winning home run at the game, the one who made all his fellow students and teachers scream with joy, who brought the school to victory. Then no one would ever forget him again. And now, with a try-out spot on the horizon, he finally got his chance.

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JIN | 1:05 PM

“Jin, what the fuck?!” You can’t believe that the 30-year-old man standing in front of you was capable of being so childish- but then again, it was Jin so nothing was impossible with him around. You huff out in annoyance, the flour on your head falling onto the wooden floor as you stare your husband down, his laughing form annoying you more than it should. “O-oh my god!” Jin is still giggling in amusement, unique laugh resonating throughout the kitchen as you lean against the counter, watching him lose his shit over your flour-covered self. “What’s so funny?” your question is left unanswered as he falls to the floor, watery eyes looking at you for a second before he’s squealing again, almost rolling on the floor with amusement. It’s hard to control your own laughter at watching him like this too, though, and you can’t help but let out a short chuckle at seeing him like this. Soon enough, you’re trying to control your own giggles, holding onto the counter. It takes a good quarter of an hour for both of you to stop laughing and begin cooking again. You leave him in the kitchen alone so that you can shower. Flour is left behind as you remove your clothes and get ready for a warm shower without any disturbance (pronounced: Jin). Just as you’re removing your underwear you hear the door open- damn, you had forgotten to lock it- and the feeling of something soft against your back has you screeching, knowing exactly what it was. Flour. Again.

Wait... this is a drabble???? Not a series????? AHSSGSHSH

the king’s daughter | ksj

↠ seokjin x princess!reader ↠ enemies to lovers | royalty AU  ↠ 2506 words ↠ warnings: minor character death, mentions of murder, mentions of arson, violence, oc injures someone, seokjin is a little mean but with good reason.

A/N: okay this is really pure enemies rather than enemies to lovers, but the potential for romance is there 😂 i might end up making a part two but really have no idea when bc i already have so many wips and will need to come up with a whole plot to match what i’ve written here loool. 

i haven’t proofread!! (it’s 2am sorry). also, the banner image is from vikings and in my head, that’s the kind of au i’ve pictured in my mind (idk if anyone’s seen vikings or not!), so it’s not the typical big castle kind of royalty au. the song i listened to is shum by Go_A – it’s eastern european (not northern like vikings) but fits in with the mood for this pretty well (particularly the chase part). 

this drabble includes the prompt: “and yet you’re still here.” for @youwannabelostandnotbefound​​ I hope you enjoy ❤️

“The King is dead!”

Thunderous applause follows, hoots and hollers all rejoicing in your father’s death, with weapons being thrust into the air in time to a chant of freedom. The man with the eagle tattoo, dressed all in leather and gold atop the makeshift throne raises a hand, asking for silence. The crowd follows through… 

Then comes the command you feared the most.

“His daughter still lives! Find her for the sacrifice and you will be rewarded!”

The sound of metal being unsheathed sends shivers down your spine, and it’s the threat of death that keeps you on your feet, moving as far away as you can.

But they’re everywhere. Men and women, warriors and farmers alike, all searching endlessly for you. 

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PLEASE please please please read it, Jimlingss is an amazing author and i love her to death

Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.  Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.

Cr.

It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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colllege!jin + “hey, hey, hey. i’ve got you. i’ve got you.” please?

being dumped by your boyfriend sucked. but what sucked even more was being dumped by your boyfriend because he was cheating on you with another girl, not even looking sorry when you caught them having a date at the very restaurant you were eating with him just last week. the nerve!

right now, you were walking back to the girls’ dormitory, broken and confused. you didn’t deserve to be treated like this, that’s what you thought helplessly—out of all the fucking people in the world, you were sure that you shouldn’t be the one experiencing this heartache. you’ve been good to him, sacrificed a lot for him, and yet in the end, he still wanted to find someone better.

“hey!” seokjin, this one boy who always sat one seat apart from you in the lecture room, stands up from the sidewalk and waits until you’re close enough before bringing something out from his bag. “you forgot this earlier, thought you’d like it back.”

“oh,” you cleared your throat, sniffling and subtly wiping your runny nose with the sleeve of your jacket as he hands the notebook to you, “thanks. i’ve been wondering where this went.”

seokjin tilts his head, examining your face carefully since it looked like you just came back from crying. your eyes were still a bit teary and your nose was slightly red. he thinks it might just be a cold because of the night and the weather, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?”

“you alright?” he asks with a small friendly smile.

and as easy as that, you break down again, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back gushing down on your cheeks. you sob right there, as if suddenly bursting into tears wasn’t enough, and seokjin widens his eyes in shock.

“woah, what's wrong?” he cautiously extends his arms out and without a thought, you walk towards him and lean your head against his chest, catching him completely off guard.

he's frozen for a second, but then he awkwardly hugs you, trying to offer help as you still sobbed . “hey, hey, hey. i’ve got you. i’ve got you,” he says, breathing out before hugging you more properly, patting your hair every now and then.

the both of you only stand there for about five minutes with you just crying and seokjin just letting you be, unbeknownst that this encounter would be the start of something wonderful.

SHY KISSES.

“in which seokjin still gets shy whenever you two kiss, despite dating for a significant amount of time now.”

━ seokjin x reader ━ 0.2k words. ━ pg-13 ━ fluff, established relationship au

“your ears are so red right now,” you say as you pull back from the kiss and press your feet on the ground, not needing to tip your toes anymore to reach his awaiting lips, your hand now reaching to teasingly rub his earlobes in fondness of how the same reaction comes out of him each time.

seokjin chuckles, his arm bringing itself around your waist. “sorry, just, i can’t help it. i still get nervous, you know.”

“nervous?” you raise an eyebrow. “of what?”

he shrugs, shy. “of kissing you. i feel like i’m always bound to fuck up somehow.”

you grin at that, fingers gliding from his head down to his shoulders, noticing how his ears just get even redder because of it. “we’ve been dating for like ten months now though.”

“i know, which makes it more stupid that it already is.”

“no way! i think it’s cute.” you lean up and kiss him once more, seokjin involuntarily blushing again for the nth time that morning yet his arms do hold you tighter, melting quickly into your kiss. “besides, if it makes things better, you are definitely a great kisser.”

“yeah?”

you nod, goosebumps rising on your skin when seokjin starts caressing your sides. “don’t get cocky now though. your ears aren’t getting back to normal.”

hearing that, he stops and laughs, pulling back. “alright, fine.”

you chuckle. “let’s go and get breakfast then?”

“sure.” he nods, intertwining your hands with his as he picks up the car keys and pulls you along with him to the door.

➳ BITTEN

╰ when your date’s goodnight kiss turns into a bloodthirsty bite, you’re just as shocked as he is to find that it hurts him more than it hurts you

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pairing: vampire!seokjin x historian!reader

genre: smau/written, humor, fluff, angst, smut(?)

series: spookiverse

tagslist: link in bio

status: coming soon

a/n: the next installment of the spookiverse is here!! i hope you all have fun on this adventure through history and spicy vampire lore!! enjoy x

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soulmates!jin+9 [sounds like angst lmao] thanks, hun!! ^^

au: soulmates!auword count: 751prompt: “I wish I had never met you.”

The mark on the inside of your wrist stings as Seokjin’s fingers graze it. He’s reaching out to you—you know that much—desperate hands and desperate eyes and desperate words. Quickly, you jerk your hand out of his reach, crossing your arms over your chest in anger, frustration, hurt.

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Something Wicked

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Warning: major character death, yandere behavior, violence

Hello, my darlings. This is unfortunately the last chapter of SW except for perhaps an epilogue, but I’m still undecided on that. It’s been a ride. Thank you all so much for reading! Enjoy!— chaotic puff

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heart strings | ksj

repost from previous blog 

⇀ pairing: chef seokjin x striving actoress reader

⇀ genre: pure fluff

⇀ warnings: nothing but a wholesome supportive jin to get you through the day

⇀ word count: 2.2k

⇀ summary: lying on your resume is never a good idea, especially if it means showing the talent you are apparently fluent in, but at least seokjin is there to save the day.

It was one thing to lie to someone face-to-face about your talents but to lie on a resume for a potential part in a film was an entirely different situation. The numerous abilities you listed as a nudge towards directors in hiring you for the role soon came crumbling to pieces as it was, in fact, a key trait to be fluent at playing the guitar. And this is where you told yourself that lying on any document would be a no-go, but then again, it led to having a call back, so what bad could come from it?

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"When their lover gets hurt in a fight/accident and they just go crazy over who or what cause it so they go and try to annihilate that said cause without hesitation" + Seokjin

can you please make it with a hint of enemies to lovers hehe since this trope was always popular in that genre but no pressure it up to you, thank you for this if you ever end up doing it sending lots of love your way 💜

━ for the cliché scene / overused movie trope drabble game ! *closed* ━ seokjin x reader, pg-15, light fluff

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“tell me the motherfucker’s name.”

you sighed, bringing your head back so that his fingertips would no longer touch them. the sensation felt too nice and you were being too pleased with the fact that seokjin had the nerve to check on you when he heard that you arrived back at the headquarters with a bruised lip and a broken nose. you and him were civil for the most part (despite the constant bickering and dirty looks being thrown to the other at times), so you weren’t exactly shocked to see him concerned—but what he was showcasing felt more than concern or worry, and it was giving you mixed emotions to let him carry on

“the motherfucker’s already dead,” you dryly answered, going back to what you were doing, which was changing the pieces of dirty clothing you were wearing. “do you think i’d let him get away after messing my pretty face like this?”

seokjin snorted, bringing his hand down on his lap as he looked away when you raised the hem of your top over your head. you typically wore a sports bra underneath to care and that annoyed seokjin more than it should. “did you already have it checked? your nose?”

“not yet.”

“and that’s because…”

“can’t you see that i’m getting changed here?” you gestured to yourself.

the changing rooms in the headquarters were co-ed too, the reason why seokjin was able to catch up with you when you got back from your mission. indeed you didn’t go to the infirmary first like you should have—like you always forget to do honestly, seokjin thought—that he didn’t know why he bothered asking.

he didn’t reply again after you said that last retort. however it didn’t take him long enough either to say something again that made you glare at him. “you should have called me for back-up,” is what he told you.

“and why would i do that?” you asked, loudly slipping on your more comfortable shoes that the sound it emitted echoed in the room.

he shrugged. “could have saved your pretty face from getting hurt if you did.”

“oh, and care to explain why?”

“you know why.”

“you were going to be my knight in shining armor?” you mocked, finishing on changing and standing up, closing your locker door.

“a partner was the term i was going for,” he said quickly, standing up when you did. seokjin walked towards you just as you were going to the exit; he purposely blocked your path, stepping in the direction where you went, not letting you get away with his annoying antics until you looked up again to meet his eyes.

his face appeared serious, rigid even, so unlike the seokjin who liked to piss you off with his dumb jokes and his out of place comments. his gaze flickered down to your misshaped nose once more now that you were inches a part, getting a good look on it before it moved to your slightly swollen and bleeding lips. he sighed, expression contorting into that guise again when he first stepped inside the room and set his eyes on you—it showed irritation and complete anger, expressions that surprised you a bit but chosen to ignore in the end.

“did you give that asshole a good beating before killing him at least?” he asked.

that amused you, both from how he brought the topic up again and how though not worded in the conventional way, you knew that he meant it as disdain to the man who hurt you, wishing the guy got what he deserved.

“what do you think?”

seokjin grinned, nodding approvingly. “we should head to the infirmary then. get that nose fixed.” he led the way this time and you followed, your mouth smirking.

“thanks for the tip, captain obvious.” you said, pausing for a while before you added another phrase. “and thanks for the concern too.”

he glanced at you, smiling in a sort of cocky manner at the showcase of some feelings. “no problem. though next time, try not to finish the guys who hurt you yourself, alright?” he joked. “let me have my fun with them too.”

you halted at that, just for a quick second, the implication getting stronger—but like earlier, just like with every hint that he’s been giving that he cared for you much more than you were grasping—you ignored it, walking again and matching his pace without another word about it.

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»Cuddling.

“Seokjin-ie” you whined as you tried to break free from his arms, only to have him tighten his hold on you, “I need to go now”.

“But it’s my day off” he pouted, throwing one of his legs on top of you so that you wouldn’t move.

A sigh abandoned your mouth, removing your face from their rather comfortable spot on his chest to take a better look at him. “But it’s not mine”.

“It is now” he said simply, pushing your head back to his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to give in for a few minutes; after all, you still had time until you really had to start getting ready to head out to work, and it wasn’t like you didn’t want to spend some more time with your boyfriend, hell, you would’ve given anything to just stay in with him that day.

The morning was quiet, with none of his members having woken up yet, you heard nothing but Jin’s calm breathing as he slowly fell back to sleep. And you would’ve been soon to follow, if it wasn’t for the alarm on your phone going off for the second time that morning.

“Don't” he pouted, hugging you as tight to his body as he possibly could, which, in all honesty, you had thought he couldn’t do anymore.

“Babe, let go” you helplessly attempted to remove his arms from your figure.

“Nope”.

“I need to go take a shower” you tried to reason with him.

“Too bad”.

“Kim Seokjin” your voice became stern, “if you don’t let go of me right now, I will have no choice but to tackle you to the ground”.

The previous stillness of the morning was suddenly disturbed by his loud laugh.

“You? Tackling me to the ground? Don’t make me laugh”.

His taunting words had you raising one of your eyebrows in a heartbeat. Taking that as a challenge, you started moving around with every ounce of strength you could find in you. It was useless, however, for he was way stronger than you.

What you managed to do instead was push him just enough to the edge of the bed, to the point he ended up losing his balance and falling flat to the floor. The downside of it all? He had not let go of you for a second, resulting in you falling right on top of him, causing him to wince in pain before the two of you started laughing hysterically, not even caring about waking up the rest.

“See?” you wondered once your laughs had died down, resting your hand on his chest to support yourself. “I just tackled you”.

“No, no” he shook his head in protest, gently cupping your face with his hand, “you literally pushed me off the bed”.

“Whatever” you huffed, “this still means I win and get to go take a shower now” you stuck your tongue out teasingly, only for him to tilt his head up just enough to catch your lower lip in between his mouth.

“Let’s go then” he smiled – that statement of his taking you by surprise before you watched him stand up and reach his hand out for you to take, “you owe me for having so heartlessly tackled me to the floor after all”.

my better half | ksj

seokjin never fails to make every day a little brighter. 

• pairing: seokjin x (f) reader

• genre: fluff, established relationship au, barista au

• rating: g

• word count: 725

• note: this is a birthday gift for the #1 seokjin loving bb @theprofessorjin​ !! i love you shirley and hope that this lil mess of a drabble is somewhat nice? this idea did look better in my head…its not edited bc i don’t want to reread my writing anymore aksfh happy late birthday !!! you are an angel and i adore you !! you deserve only good things !!

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“it was just a nightmare” | ksj

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: none

word count: 400

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a/n: this isn’t like…my favorite thing i’ve ever written but hopefully it’s okay

jin was throwing clothes in a bag, collecting his things from different parts of the house. you tried your best to move to him, to stop him, but it was like your feet were moving through quicksand, stuck and pulling at the floor. no noise came out of your mouth despite your effort to scream. you’re forced to watch as he walks towards the door, the ringing in your ears intensifying as he reaches for the doorknob. he pushes it open and steps out, and all the sound gets sucked out of the room with him. the room starts to fade black, the pictures on the walls and the floor turning dark.

you wake with a start, jin’s attempts at shaking you conscious finally working. you place a hand over your chest, letting out a gasp when you see him still beside you. he looks tired, but concern drips from his features. the sight of him, the weight of him next to you, causes a few tears to slip from your eyes, and you bite your lip to try to choke back a sob.

“oh, love,” he says to you, smoothing a hand through his hair.

you don’t say a word, silently rolling over and slotting yourself against his chest. your arms hold his waist ferociously, trying to let the relief of holding him wash over you.

“shh, it was just a nightmare,” he coos. “it wasn’t real.” he rubs a calming hand against your back, squeezing at the back of your neck. you close your eyes, trying to listen to his words, trying to push the dream out of your mind.

“you left,” you say, without really thinking about it. “you left and i had to just watch you leave and i couldn’t stop you and-”

“hey, hey,” he says, cutting you off. he tucks a finger under your chin, turning your face to look at him before pressing a firm kiss against your forehead. “i’m right here,” he says simply. you swallow hard, nodding at his words. he reaches up to brush the pad of his thumb against your wet cheeks, collecting a few strays tears as they fall. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you take a deep breath and press a kiss to his chin before resting your head back against his chest. the weight of him under you is the best reminder, he’s here. bad dreams be damned.

Love Is Not Over; ksj.

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst. Barely there fluff, you really gotta squint. Exes-to-lovers.

Rating & Warnings: PG15. Swearing. Mentions of alcohol consumption. They argue. The pining hurts my heart and soul.

Word Count: 1,788

A/N: This drabble is a part of the Debut Drabbles collab with my near and dear @mochi-molala over on @homeofbangtan! (Give her some extra love, folks! I got sick in the middle of this collab and she was nothing but patient and kind during the whole shabang!) Thank you to @joyfulhopelox for hyping me up and always supporting what I create. A special thank you to @min-yoon-kween and@sugasbabiie for beta reading this little drabble! An equally as big thank you to @ttaetae for creating the STUNNING banner!

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Kim Seokjin can pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you in his memory.

You had been sitting behind him in your foundations of modern literature class as the professor’s lecture droned on endlessly. Jin had mumbled a complaint under his breath and was surprised to hear the sound of suppressed laughter over his shoulder. He could tell by the way your cheeks reddened as he turned to shoot you an amused smirk that you had no intentions of being heard, much less caught in the act. You had sunk into your seat, raising your textbook to shield your flushed face from his view.

He had decided then - Dr. Ford barely taking a break to breathe between sentences as he led a discussion about the themes of transformation and the relativity of truth in the background - that your laugh was one of his favorite sounds and he would do whatever it took to hear it as often as he possibly could.

He spent the rest of the semester occupying the once empty spot beside you, whispering awful puns into your ear, grinning proudly each time you failed to keep your laugh quiet. He loved the way you would shift in your chair until your face was pressed into his shoulder whenever your professor would spare the two of you a disapproving glare.

It had taken him exactly three months to convince you to hang out with him outside of class, another two after that to talk you into being his girlfriend. Then, in one month - only four short weeks - it all fell apart.

Looking back, he should have seen it coming. He had spent so much time wooing you that he never stopped to think about what came next, what happened after the chase was over. He hadn’t seen the signs that had been right in front of him. You spent your time together curled up on the couch in his apartment, watching reruns of sitcoms, trading comments on the mundane back and forth. It didn’t take long for the talking to stop and different variations of the same generic television story arc playing in the background to grow old, the routine feelling stale and worn out.

It had ended quietly.

No shouting.

No fighting.

No, all it took was a whispered “I think we should break up” leaving your lips for Seokjin’s life to come crashing to a halt. He had nearly choked on his chow mein, the Nailed It episode playing in the background long forgotten. You had made it seem so easy, that breaking up with him was as simple as asking him to pass the salt or what the weather was meant to be like the next day.

Now, even just standing across the room, Seokjin couldn’t help but feel like you were hundreds of miles away. His heart tightened as you threw your head back as you laughed at something the boy with his arm around your waist said.

He was younger than Jin. His dark hair fell around his face in waves, lips spread in a wide grin as he watched you with soft doe eyes.

It makes Seokjin’s blood boil, seeing someone else look at you the way he did. The way he still looks at you.

“You’re not very subtle, you know.” Namjoon’s voice brings the elder back to reality, snapping him from his tumultuous thoughts. “You’re staring at her. Again.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why do you look so upset then?”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. Spit it out.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal.” Seokjin groans, sinking into the couch cushions. “So what if she wants to ditch me to go on dates with the toddler? That’s her prerogative, but why did he have to come tonight?”

“Seriously? Toddler? He’s not even that much younger than us, Jin.” Namjoon snorts out a laugh as he settles into the empty spot beside his friend. He offers him one of the beers in his hand, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch when the elder refuses in favor of the plastic cup already in his hands. “Do you even realize how jealous you sound right now? They’re dating. Why wouldn’t she bring him?”

“I’m not jealous.” It was a lie and both men knew it. “I just miss my best friend. She’s never around anymore and when she is, he’s there, too.”

“Just because she’s dating this Jungkook guy doesn’t mean that she’s going to stop being your best friend. You’re her favorite. Always have been, always will be.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m serious. Even after the breakup. You guys were never not close. Never one without the other. Maybe you just never got the chance for things to fully sink in. To let the fact that even if you guys were still best friends, you weren’t dating anymore. She wasn’t yours anymore, at least not in the way that she had been.”

“I’m gonna go get some air.” Seokjin downs the rest of his drink, liquor burning the back of his throat and leaving a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He crumples the now empty cup, tossing the ruined plastic onto the ground near his feet without much thought. He stands from the couch, hands pulling at the bottom hem of his denim jacket. “It's too stuffy in here.”

Seokjin weaves his way through the mass of bodies, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne invading his senses as he makes a beeline for the balcony door at the far end of the living room.

If he was paying more attention, he would have seen your eyes following his movement, excusing yourself from your conversation with Jungkook to follow after him, stumbling in your steps as you try to catch up with him without knocking into anyone.

“Hey.” Your voice is soft as you reach out to stop him from closing the sliding glass door before you can make it outside. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” He mumbles, leaning against the balcony railing.

The city is alive below, neon lights illuminating the dark streets and casting vibrant shadows across the pavement. The fresh air is a much needed reprieve from the crowded apartment, the small living room jam packed with faces and names that blur together and leave Seokjin’s temples throbbing with an inevitable headache. His palms are sweaty and he hopes you don’t catch him wiping them dry on his jeans, one hand at a time.

“I know you better than that.” You tilt your head, leaning forward to get a better look at his face, catching the grimace that contorts his features. The downturn of the corners of his mouth is a drastic change from his usual smile. “What is it, Jin?”

“Just drop it, Y/N, and go back inside. It’s cold and you’re not wearing a jacket. You’re going to get sick if you stay out here.”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“You heard me. No.”

“Stop.” A warning.

“No!” You feel your cheeks heat, the flames spreading until the tips of your ears are consumed by them and left painted a bright red. You know that you probably resemble a stubborn child throwing a fit because they aren’t getting their way, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not now, not when you know there’s something bothering Seokjin and instead of opening up to you, he’s holding you at arms length. “I’m not going to stop! You can’t just shut me out, Jin! We don’t do that! Not to each other!”

You don’t think he’s going to answer and, when he does, you almost wish he hadn’t. The pleading look in his eyes when he shifts his gaze to you is nearly enough to leave you with regret that you hadn’t surrendered and abandoned the chase. Maybe some things were well and truly better left unsaid.

“What?” Seokjin straightens his back and fixes you with a narrowed gaze. “I’m shutting you away? Are you kidding me right now? If anyone is shutting someone out, it’s you!”

“Me?!”

“Yes! You, Y/N!” His voice is sharp, the bitterness that has gripped his heart for longer than he cared to admit slipping out and lacing his tone. His hands ball into tight fists at his side, muscles in his arms straining and knuckles white. “Ever since Jungkook came into the picture, you’ve been distant! You never come over anymore, never answer my calls! I get that you’re moving on but we’re still friends! Best friends!”

“Is that what this is all about? Jungkook?”

Jin’s cheeks are flushed - whether from the cold or the alcohol you had seen him downing earlier in the night you aren’t sure.

“What if it is? It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t change anything, so what’s the point?”

A loud, echoing crack of thunder sounds overhead. The first drops of rain begin to make their descent from the graying sky, goosebumps dusting your skin at the contact. Seokjin moves on instinct, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over your shoulders to shield you from the rain and chilled wind. He lets himself fasten the buttons, smoothing down the collar before taking a step back.

The sadness that seems to consume him leaves your chest aching; heart beating wildly, hammering violently against your ribs.

“You don’t know that.”

“What?”

“You don’t know that it wouldn’t change anything. You’re just assuming it won’t.”

“I just...” He says with a sigh, shoulders falling limp. Defeated. “I don’t even know what went wrong between us. I don’t know what changed. I thought that maybe staying friends was better than losing you completely, but it’s worse. It’s so much worse. I see you with him and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I hate that someone else gets to look at you like I did, that they get to touch you and make you laugh. That should be me.”

“Jin...”

“Just tell me.” The crack is his voice, the tears welling in his eyes. The Seokjin standing before you now is nothing short of broken. “Tell me what I can do to fix it and I will. I’ll do anything. I just...I can’t be just friends. Not with you. I never said it before but I’ll say it now. I love you. I’m in love with you. Don’t tell me that it’s over. It can’t be over.”

He reaches forward and pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around your waist and you know then.

No one was Seokjin.

No one ever would be.

you are impossible.

summary:  it’s the last morning without your kids and Jin wants sleepy, morning cuddles even if it is at dawn

pairing: kim seokjin x reader genre: dad!bts, fluff rating: G word count: 600+ tags/warnings: only if you have a weak heart for Jin- this is fluffy

a/n: sometimes I wake up randomly at like 6 in the morning but much like that time of night when it’s quiet and calm, I enjoy being awake before everybody else. that feeling inspired this lil’ drabble~

You blink one eye open and groan upon reading the time on your phone, “why are you awake? It’s our last morning to sleep in.”

Jin only tightens his arm around you, “when was the last time we could be awake this early without the kids barging into our room demanding we get up?” His groggy voice is muffled against your hair.

Rather than a set of child-sized hands groping your face, you feel Jin’s fingers lazily graze your side, pressing himself closer against your back.

“Somehow it’s not feeling any different for me,” you croak, pressing your face into the pillow, “please, remove yourself from me,” you resort to whining.

“Yah,” he chuckles, eyes pressed and on the precipice of more sleep, “this is also the last time I can hold you like this without one of our heathens interrupting.”

You can’t help but laugh a little.

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THIS IS SO GOOD I'M IN LOVE 😭

I LOVE the way this is written. The way everything is described, it just seems so ethereal and beautiful. It's perfect. This whole fic is perfect I'm in LOVE AJSHDJSHSH

Read it Read it read it read it PLEASE read it

I'm off to add this to my fic rec list and read Ashes to Ashes now (which i bet is just as good as this)

crowned in glory | ksj

❁ pairing: king seokjin x queen reader

❁ genre: angst, fluff, fantasy au, royalty au

❁ disclaimer: i am creating my own versions of witches and magic. this is not based off of anything but my own ideas. some scenery i have in mind is similar to that of lord of the rings.

❁ warning(s): mentions of death (nothing descriptive) 

❁ word count: 4.7k

❁ summary: where seokjin reigns as king who promises to provide protection and peace, but a breech of the underworld proves to ignite a series of difficulties, especially under your rule as the dark queen. sworn enemies intertwined in a war with only one winner, who shall be crowned in glory?

❁ note: this is originally created to be a part of an ot7 series so maybe one day i will get to writing the others? has been in the making since 2018,,,a huge thank you to @joonglows​ for hyping me up to get this finished and for @sugadust​ for being the best beta reader who helped me to piece it together perfectly. i am super proud of this fic,,,probably the first time i have been proud of a fic before. i hope you enjoy this! @eunoiabliss​ my fellow fantasy au enthusiast this is dedicated to you !!

Cherry blossoms danced through the wind as it whistled against the trees, branches reaching out towards one another as children eager to play, moving closer until tangled in the roots that poked out of the earth. Maneuvering through the uneven terrain were light steps, shifting from one foot to another, ceasing to make so much as a crunch off of the fallen leaves that floated from above. It was then that voices erupted in laughter as streams of sunshine poured from the heavens in waves that offered increased amounts of warmth. Golden hues touched the ground on which they tread, some even lying upon the grass, fingertips dancing across the rosebuds that never once faltered into lifeless piles of faded petals. 

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