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50 days to go ARMY (til Jin is back)! 🙃

The color scheme + the glittery sheer shirt + the black leather (pretty sure it is leather) + his striking brown hair + flawless complexion

I miss our Worldwide Handsome angel.

201225 - Black Swan 

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Blonde haired Jin. He looks like a life-sized doll with that hair, with his perfect facial structure! (omg)

I think blonde is definitely my favourite hair color on him. But I do love him in a dark black hair color as well. (I'm just gushing/rambling at this point.)

I miss this man, and all the times he made me laugh hysterically.

(He can be a real clown, as I'm sure you all know!)

I hope those times will be ours again quite soon. I'm excited for what the future holds for this fandom. Excited for Jin to make his fateful return.

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Jin Prince vs Princess 🤣

g.p.s - god, parents suck | m

summary; seokjin just wants to enjoy the disney treatment and you are more than happy to deliver pairing; dilf!jin x hotelier!reader genre/warnings; crack, humor, gets a lil emotional, teenage daughter issues, one very minor allusion to a daddy kink LOL, a very vaguely implied sex scene, so CHEESY  w.c; est. 5.1k a/n; wee my first jin fic! this is for @btsghostiewritersnet​ #DynamiteDads event! I was supposed to go to disney this year but sadly miss rona had to cancel our plans so this is just pure self indulgence. as always thank u to @eerieedits​/ @chillingtae​ for the disney dream fic banner!

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After seeing Jins perfomance as the little prince I wanna make more edits for him. This one has been my favourite. Epiphany is my favourite solo song. 

He is our moon 😭

I love him so much!

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Namjoon slapping himself isnthe highlight of my day 😂

😂😂😂 if only this would happen hahaha

No because ahhdjrhejwjeheh this is so funny

Stressed Jin x reader

GIVE MY PRINCE MORE LINES THE FUCKKK?

Warning: You might get upset bc Seokjin never has lines and if you’re sensitive to this, then good bc so am I, so, go on and read this shit, nobody writes good stuff for jin so we need more of those, am I right?

Summary: Jin is feeling stressed because as the group keeps having more comebacks, his lines don't seem to become more.

Word count 698

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It was just a normal day for you. Jin woke up an hour earlier than you to go to practice, gave you a small goodbye kiss as you woke up and left. You also went to work, finished a lot of things you had left and came back really tired.

“Jinnie, I’m home!” You said in a tired tone.

“In case you’re here… and I’m not talking to myself again…” You trailed off, searching the rooms but Jin was nowhere to be found.

“I guess I’m alone once again…” You sighed.

It’s normal for Jin to be late, being an idol is a blessing but also a curse, having to, practically, always work is tiring to say the least.

You changed into your comfy pyjamas, and walked to the kitchen to prepare something for Jin to eat.

Knowing after the small messages you exchanged, like an hour ago, that they had a new title song to prepare and had started recording today, you also prepared some warm tea for him to make sure his doesn’t get a sore throat.

As you were finishing up, getting ready to eat by yourself again, when you heard the door opening.

You instantly knew it was Jin by the sound of his footsteps. He let out a sigh, taking his shoes off and getting his coat off and walked towards your shared room.

You walked behind him and as soon as he heard your small footsteps behind him, he stopped in his tracks letting you back hug him.

“Hello to you too, baby” you said with a giggle, trying to lighten up his mood.

Jin groaned patting your arms, to give you the hint to let him go, before sitting on the bed.

He had the cutest pout in his face and couldn’t help but smile.

He got into his pyjamas and placed his clothes in the closet, since he hadn’t danced today before patting your back to get you to walk the kitchen with him.

“She was going to eat alone again.” He mumbled his thoughts without realizing.

“I’m terrible” He sighed and let his head rest on the table while you brought the plates with food in front of him.

You sighed, before kneeling next to him, running your hands through his hair to get his attention. He raised his head to look at you.

“Jinnie, baby, you’re not terrible, what are you saying?” His eyes widened in realization, before looking down again.

“You’re stressed, but you also seem wronged. What happened today?” You could read right through his expression and his actions. If being late was his only problem, he would have showered you in hugs and kisses, to make up for it, so it was pretty obvious something else was running through his mind.

“We have a new title song to record.” He let out.

“Please sit to eat with me” He continued and you got up, before sitting next to him, ignoring your food, your whole attention on him.

“They… I… once again… don’t have… a lot of lines…” He trailed off.

“I mean, it’s not that I’m greedy, or jealous, of course not, but ARMYs are extremely disappointed when I get literally 2 lines in songs and start saying awful things about the boys, even though they do nothing wrong. Do you understand me?” He rambled, a tear running down his cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Of course sweetie, I know what you mean and as an ARMY myself, I can say that I’m pretty disappointed when I don’t get enough of your angelic vocals.” I said with a small smile, knowing exactly the words he wanted to hear.

“Ahh you’re killing me, stooop” He whined and you giggled.

“Come on, eat and then we’ll cuddle okay?” You said and gave him a peck on the cheek, before digging into your food.

“You’re the best- WHAT? A new recipe? Yaaaahhh that tastes great, wow, you’re a great cook” He starting eating fast, almost choking on the food, as usual.

It is something he has admitted doing actually, he has said that he likes eating in way that he almost chokes on the food before swallowing it, like WTH JINNIE?

“You’ll be the death of me, stop being so perfect” He exclaimed and it seemed as if all the worries in his head had disappeared.

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To my precious boy, Happiest Birthday!🥺Ilysm from the bottom of my heart💜

That’s Amore

Genre: fluff ❤️

Summary: a date with Seokjin making pizza at his place

Warnings: a very minor knife-related accidental injury, food is a consistent theme

"Seokjin," you lightly scold, a smile on your face, "I'm not Italian. I just went there. Once."

Truthfully, you haven't really been able to stop smiling since you met him in a pastry-making class down the street from where you live.

"Oh, I know this trick," he says, winking. "You're trying to throw me off by being all modest, and then you'll make this pizza and wha-CHA! It's incredible. Then I'll be more impressed."

"Or maybe," you counter, "I'm just trying not to disappoint you."

He shakes his head. "Ah, but you could never disappoint me. This is already better than I ever imagined. How can I help?" he asks, ignoring your furious blush.

"Um, I think I've got the tomatoes all diced for the sauce ... do you know how to mince garlic?" you ask him, not meeting his eyes, which are trained on you.

A smirk is slowly appearing on his face. "Do I know how to mince garlic?" he asks, mock-offended. "I'm about to mince this garlic so well you won't even believe it."

"Okay, then, Chef Jin," you order, handing him a knife. "Please do your duty."

"I will do it well," he says solemnly, and you giggle as he crosses the kitchen to the cutting board.

But then, as you're slicing up mushrooms to go on top of the pizza, you accidentally slit your thumb. A red bubble of blood blooms over your skin, and despite yourself, you gasp in pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, a slight note of alarm in his voice. "Did you cut yourself?"

Wordlessly, you turn and show him your thumb. "Ah, I should have warned you," he says, coming toward you and taking your hand to inspect the wound. "Your cutting technique is way off. This was pretty much inevitable," he teases gently.

"Then why didn't you say something before?" you ask him indignantly.

"I was trying to preserve your pride," he says matter-of-factly. "Did you really learn to make pizza in Italy, or were you just lying to impress me?"

"Trust me," you say truthfully, "this is not the first time I've cut myself with a knife while cooking."

"But it can be the last!" Seokjin exclaims. "Here, come here."

He quickly pulls you to a cabinet and puts a bandaid over your thumb. "This should do for now," he says, "but remind me to disinfect it later." Then he tugs you over to your abandoned mushrooms and stands you right in front of it. Directly behind you, he reaches around to grab your hands and hover them over the knife. "Pick it up, and I'll show you the motions."

You are sure he can feel your heart beating through your back against his chest. Taking a deep breath, you let him guide you through the cutting motions, and quickly feel yourself relax into his arms. He watches the work carefully, offering quiet tips between movements.

You put the rest of the pizza together without any incidents, although things are a little quieter than normal. When the pizza is taken out of the oven, you cut yourself a slice and let him cut his. When he takes his first bite, his eyes go wide.

"How is it?" you ask.

He looks at you in disbelief. "This is amazing," he exclaims.

"Really?" you ask him, beaming. At your expression, the look on his face shifts to something uncharacteristically tender.

"Uh...Seokjin?" you say, chuckling nervously. "You okay?"

He just looks at you for a minute before responding. "I'm nervous."

"Why?" you ask, expecting him to say something ridiculous.

You were not expecting him to say, "Because I'd like to kiss you, but I'm not sure how to get up the courage yet." And yet, those are the words that come out of his mouth.

Too stunned to speak, you just look at him. Finally, he steps forward, grabs the pizza from your hand, flings it across the room, and pulls you into his chest. You are acutely aware of his arm around your waist and his hand at the back of your head as he kisses you.

You suddenly push him away. "You threw my pizza!" you say indignantly.

He laughs. "No I didn't! I was just sharing!" he says, pointing.

The pizza is stuck to the framed photo of his grandfather on the wall.

"It was that good," he admits, shrugging.

Best part, seokjin bts, mutual pining pls 🫶🏼

A/N: ok bestie this combo……I’m in love. With you and the idea. Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!!

GN! Reader x Kim Seokjin, mentions of alcohol and drinking, drunk kiss, Christmastime?? Not proofread. Sorry!!

Your eyelids flutter open gently to a room flooded with the white-gold light of morning. Everything is as you left it last night — your head is still resting on your arms at the coffee table, your purse and coat are still on the floor, a few empty bottles of various types of alcohol are still littering the counter, and Kim Seokjin is still curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

And as you look at him -- messy black hair falling over his forehead, big eyes shut, those perfect lips parted ever so slightly in a dream -- you know that no amount of alcohol could erase last night from your memory.

Nothing had happened. Nothing ever really happened between you and Seokjin, but for the past six months, all of that nothing had started to feel awfully like something. That was the earliest you could trace back the phenomena of Seokjin being the first thought in your head when you woke up, which had started as an occasional thing and had progressed into an everyday one.

Before then, Seokjin had been just another member of your friend group, a tight-knit squad of varying careers and interests who'd all been friends since college. You'd always liked him -- he was smart and kind and funny, always willing to participate in any of the antics of other members of the group and always making sure everyone was taken care of -- but it hadn't got beyond that until Christmastime.

Specifically, the Christmas Dance Battle Challenge.

This yearly tradition was one of your absolute least favorite parts of Christmas with your friends. You were decidedly not a dancer, but you played along because you saw how happy it made your other friends. The rules were simple: on December 1st, each person draws a number, and whoever draws the same number is their partner. Each number coincides with a song, which is the song the two of you have to learn the dance for by the time of the annual Christmas Eve-Eve (two days before Christmas) party. There would be a group vote after everyone had performed, and the winning pair got a prize -- usually a gift card each and a bottle of wine -- that the rest of the group had to pitch in to buy.

So, on December 1st, you had gathered. You had drawn #2 with Seokjin, and the song had been Bite Me by New Jeans. And the two of you had met up the next day to discuss "the strategy", which was what Seokjin had called it, clueing you into something you didn't realize about him: Seokjin was competitive.

"Alright," he'd said, pacing in front of you like a general in front of his troops right before battle. "This year I have it on good authority that the prize will be a gift card to my favorite restaurant, and I have to defend my winning title from last year, so this has to be good. How confident are you?"

"Uhhh..." you'd stuttered, and Seokjin had paused in front of you to flick your forehead lightly. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Now is not the time for insecurities," he'd told you. "You hold yourself back from true greatness every year, I've watched you. But you have amazing potential. And now, I will be the one who releases this butterfly from their cocoon."

He was speaking seriously, and yet there was a way that his mouth turned up at the corners that made you realize that it was mostly an act. So you'd grinned at him hesitantly, and he'd clapped. "That's the spirit! Now, I need to know your schedule so I can put together a rehearsal timeline."

You'd practiced twice a week with Seokjin, and his positive encouragement meant that your dancing skills improved markedly during that time. And you were also enjoying getting to know Seokjin, whose goofy humor and gentle teasing eased your normally-anxious mind. He calmed you, and brought out a more energetic, less timid side of you that you didn't even know existed. Being around him was as easy as breathing. In time, you even found it within you to tease him back as you learned the moves to the dance. Things were going so well.

And then, the "dress rehearsal" on December 17th.

Only a minute in to the practice, Seokjin paused the music. "I swear I didn't mess it up, Seokjin," you growled at him, "and I know, because I made a point to flick my foot specifically like you said --"

"That's not it," he complained, stopping your words with a finger. "There's not enough passion."

“Huh?” you said.

He strode over to you, stopping well inside your personal space bubble and looking down at you. “Do you think I’m handsome?” he asked you.

Your eyes had gotten wide and you’d blushed. “You -- what?”

“Answer the question,” he’d said with a half-smile and an eyebrow raised.

“Well, of course,” you’d stammered. Because he was -- tall and broad-shouldered, confident and self-assured, with that sardonic smile and those eyes that were as sweet and warm as the caramel cinnamon syrup you liked in your coffee. You’d always known he was handsome, but it wasn’t until this moment that you’d realized just how beautiful he was. He was perfect, really.

“So, why do you act like you’re scared to touch me?” he asked you, amused.

Unbeknownst to you, Seokjin was fighting to keep his very real frustration out of his voice. Because for the past month you’d been teasing him without even realizing it. He was addicted to your secret humor, admired the way you were so thoughtful and considerate to your shared group of friends, and couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you were. He’d been feeling this way since you’d met, secretly praying every year that you’d get partnered up for the dance competition, but only this year had the prayer been answered. And while it had been thrilling so far -- Seokjin was learning there was almost no line he wouldn’t cross to hear your laugh, especially when it was because of him -- he was also discouraged at the lack of real progress. His first concern was that if he said anything to you about his feelings, you’d be too polite to turn him down, and he hated to put you in a situation like that -- but he’d started to wonder, with all the times he caught you staring, if he might have more hope than he started with.

So it was time for him to take hold of his destiny, he supposed. When he wrapped an arm around your waist, you gasped a little, and Seokjin had to grit his teeth to keep himself from becoming a giggling mess. He pulled you gently into him. “Have you ever danced with a man before?” he asked you.

Blushing furiously, you shook your head no. He nodded, lifting one of your hands in his own. “Follow my lead,” he’d said, and with your hips touching, he waltzed you around the room.

You were surprised at how quickly you were able to relax into his arms, especially because your whole body felt tingly and electric where it met with his skin. Seokjin led you through a short waltz that had the whole room spinning treacherously around you, forcing you to look at him. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole in their warmth, and there was something unspoken and magnetic in them that threatened to overwhelm you. Finally, he slowed to a stop, but didn’t let go of you. “Feel that?” he asked in a whisper, his eyes searching your face.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

He let go of you then, taking a step back. The sudden distance between the two of you left you feeling a bit cold, and you shivered. “That’s the energy we need to channel,” he said, turning away from you -- because this was the only way he knew how not to kiss you when you looked at him like that.

The rest of the practice had gone smoothly, but that was the first night you dreamed of Seokjin. And the first morning you woke up thinking of him. Little did you know, he was waking up that same morning thinking of you, too.

And you’d won the dance contest, without much of a competition. “I didn’t know you had that in you,” your friends had told you. “I mean, the chemistry?”

“Thanks,” you’d said, meeting eyes with Seokjin and blushing. “I had a really good partner.”

You’d assume things would go back to normal -- back to how they were before -- but Seokjin still texted you every day, just about different things. You ended up at his apartment a couple times without any of your other friends present, all for regular friendly activities like movies and video game nights, and he’d never made a move, always the picture of manners and thoughtfulness. And you had fun together, laughing more than you’d ever laughed with anyone. But the feelings that had awakened when he was standing so near to you had only grown, resulting in every morning being flooded with memories of him -- his smile, the smell of him, even the goofy pajamas he wore on occasion when you’d come over.

You hadn’t told him anything about this for several reasons. The main one was of course that you were friends now, and whatever else existed between you, you really enjoyed being around him. The fear that all of that would evaporate like a stray bit of smoke was 90% of the reason you stayed silent.

The other 10% was that you knew if you let yourself fall for him, there was a possibility that it wouldn’t work out, and you weren’t entirely sure how you’d survive that level of heartbreak.

So you’d let it be what it was for six whole months — from December to June, you had ached for Kim Seokjin in the same way as a carefully concealed wound. Sometimes, if you moved a certain way, it hurt worse — like during movie nights when his arm extended over the back of the sofa, but never quite around your shoulders. And sometimes it was barely there, like in late hours of the night when your quiet conversations had fizzled out and you were sitting in comfortable silence together. But still it remained, becoming clear to you at some indistinguishable moment that it wasn’t ever going to go away.

And then yesterday the call had come. “Hey,” he’d said. “What are your evening plans?”

“I’m pretty open. Why?” You hated the way your heart took off at the question, but it was hard when he phrased it in such a date-like way.

“Did you use your gift card?” he asked, referring to the one you’d both won as the prize for the dance competition.

“No, I didn’t.” You waited.

“We should go there tonight,” Seokjin recommended. “I can pick you up. Is seven okay?”

The whole day had been a terrible waiting game. The hours crawled by at a sloth’s pace, refusing to show much progress no matter how often you checked your watch. You’d gotten ready at 5, and it had somehow taken you only a half hour, so you were stuck waiting for another hour and a half before the knock finally came at your apartment door.

When you opened it, your jaw dropped. He looked like a prince in a blue suit with a crisp white shirt, his hair pushed up off his forehead. He’d held out the bouquet in his hands. “Um, hello,” he said, an endearing nervousness coloring his tone. “You look…really nice.”

You’d tucked a stray hair behind your ear with a jittery hand. “Thanks,” you’d replied. “Why the flowers?”

“Oh,” he’d said, like he’d just remembered them, although he was still holding them out to you. “They’re a thank you. For helping me win.”

“You really didn’t have to,” you said, taking them from him. “I had a lot of fun with you. And I’m glad we were able to get closer because of it.”

Was that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

But he simply smiled, offering you his arm. “Let’s go.”

And dinner had turned into drinks, which had turned into drunk Seokjin. He was similar to regular Seokjin, just louder and less filtered, and though you were tipsy yourself, you knew better than to let him try and get home on his own. Not knowing what else to do, you’d brought him back to your place, letting him down gently onto the couch.

“Hey,” he’d said in a scolding tone as you stood up to stumble into your own bed. “Why are you leaving me?”

“It’s okay,” you told him. “You’re at my place. You’re safe.”

He’d reached up, then — and on your wobbly legs it was impossible to resist his surprisingly strong grip. You fell right into his lap, your hands finding purchase on the fabric of his shirt, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He spent only a second looking at your stunned face through hazy eyes, admiring the tint of pink the alcohol lent to your nose and cheeks and the way your brows knit so adorably in nerves and worry, before he leaned in closer and pressed a soft, slow, entirely overwhelming kiss to your lips.

You couldn’t help it. You twisted your fingers around his shirt and returned the kiss, knowing with a pang of agony that this could be the one and only chance you had. You tried to say everything you couldn’t put into words with the kiss, caressing his face with the hand not holding his shirt and finally allowing yourself to feel all the feelings you’d been hopelessly trying to ignore that grew stronger and stronger the longer your lips were locked. The kiss cemented Seokjin firmly into his position as the first person you could ever remember loving like this.

And then he was the first to pull away. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to do that while drunk. Wanted it to be more…romantic. Special. But…”

“Yeah?” you’d whispered.

He’d fixed you with a bleary gaze. “If you love me, won’t you say something?”

And then he’d fallen asleep.

You watch him now — the sunlight turning his brown hair slightly auburn, the soothing rhythm of his breathing. And you know you’ll need to talk when he wakes up. But for right now, you let yourself reach across the short distance to move his waves off his face so you can see him better. “Beautiful,” you whisper.

As you let your hand drop, his hand shoots up to your wrist. “Hmm?” he hums at you, blinking awake. “What was that?”

Your heart is beating in your throat, but you know you have to ask. “What do you remember from last night?”

He closes one eye to try and focus. Then he realizes. “Oh, I am so sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

“No really,” he says, sitting up. “That…shouldn’t have happened the way it did.”

And you’re not sure what he means by that, but it’s almost to the point that you don’t even care anymore. So you shake your head and take your hand in his, preparing to be the boldest you’ve ever been in your life.

“Seokjin, you should know...that when you hold me, and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing.”

His jaw drops. And you continue, “I’ve felt this way forever. And all of the time we spent together has only made it worse. Because no matter what we’re doing, you’re the best part.”

You wait for him to respond, but he seems lost for words. Finally he chokes out, “you’re the sunshine of my life.”

Your face splits into a massive grin. “You want coffee, babe?” you ask him.

“You’re the only coffee I need,” he replies, looking at you like one looks at the stars — awed and reverent and overwhelmed all at once

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