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you own my entire heart, kim taehyung 😭💘

actual angels 🤍

i knew these small feathers would become wings, i knew these wings would make me fly

— i just wanna be happier

Superm reaction to you being scared of horror movies:

Baekhyun:

This brat will force you to watch horror movies with him, even going as far as lying to you about the film being a rom-com ("I swear to God, babe, it's 'The Kissing Booth!"), but it is only because he's so whipped for you clinging to him with your head tucked in his neck uwu. Honestly, he doesn't care about the movie, too focused on the way you're fisting his shirt like it's your lifeline, and he'll shut the TV off soon enough, wrapping his arms around your waist and chuckling softly to himself as he calms you down ("Oh, princess, don't be scared, I'll protect you.") The night will probably end with Baek singing in your ear until your breathing steadies and you fall asleep, still holding him close to you, and your boyfriend won't be able to stop his grin when he sees your pretty face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Goodnight, beautiful."

Taemin:

Why is he so unbothered kkkk? You were probably the one wanting to get your ever-so-calm boyfriend a bit flustered, hoping that the scariest movie of the year will manage to break his walls. But of course you ended shaking with fear, while Taemin stared into the eyes of all the zombies on the screen without flinching once. Your boyfriend will probably be so confused as to why you're hiding behind the couch pillow when you were the one who wanted to see this movie to start with, but he'll still be super soft, pausing the film and pulling the cushion away from your face carefully, smiling unconsciously when you let out a small shriek ("You're so cute, sweetie."). Tae will rush to the kitchen to get you a cup of water and sit by you for however long you need, rubbing your back gently, and just be the perfect boyfriend while you blush at your own stupidness ("You have nothing to be scared of, beautiful. It's just a movie, okay?")

Kai:

I feel like Kai won't even notice that you're hiding behind the couch until the middle of the movie lmao. Like, he'll just be so entranced by everything happening on the screen, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar ("Oh my god, does human liver really look like that?"), he won't even realize you're scared to death until you accidentally let out a little whimper of fear. When he sees you curled up into a tiny ball in the corner, he'll be quick to shut off the movie, not thinking twice before rushing to you, thinking you somehow got hurt ("Babe, what's wrong?!"). When you'll explain to him that you're scared, he'll smile in relief before gently tugging your arm and taking you to bed, promising you that he'll never see a horror film with you again ("It wasn't even that good... Definitely not worth the time.")

Taeyong:

The two of you are screaming the whole movie together lmao. I feel like Taeyong will want to protect you when he notices how scared you are, but at the same time he's trying not to piss his pants, so he'll hug you tightly, comforting you and him at the same time. But at some point, when the two of you are practically in each other's laps, eyes wide and quivering and mouth hanging open, he'll save the two of you from future pain, getting up quickly and shutting off the television with a shaky hand. After that, the pair of crackheads that you're will dash to your bedroom, occasionally getting scared of each other and the furniture on the way ("AHH something is touching me!!! Wait- it's just your leg"). When you reach the bedroom, you'll cling to each other tightly, your boyfriend rambling quietly until the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms ("Nothing is going to happen, movies aren't real, it's just actors with makeup on.")

Ten:

So Ten is going to enjoy the movie, while low-key being scared out of his mind lmao. Your boyfriend is definitely the type to catch on pretty soon on how you cower a little more every time there is a jump scare, and he can't help but smirk to himself as he thinks about pranking you. So the next time the murderer appears on the screen, Ten is screaming loudly, causing you to scream as well and yeet yourself off the couch, running down the hallway and towards your room. Ten will be slightly shocked by your reaction, but he's quick to pause the movie and run after you, calling out your name ("Y/N?? Babe, come back.") When he finally finds you, hiding under the covers of your bed, he'll coo gently, picking you up in his arms and pressing sweet butterfly kisses all over your face, apologizing profusely as he does. ("I'm so sorry, angel, I shouldn't have scared you.")

Lucas:

Lucas won't be scared during the movie, rather mildly surprised and slightly taken aback by the gruesome scenes on the screen, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word 'horror' ("Damn, that's a lot of blood."). The second he'll notice that you're scared though, he's quick to turn off the film, taking off the blanket covering you and tugging you up by your interlaced hands. When you ask him where you're going, he doesn't reply, simply leading you out the door of your apartment. The two of you roam around the streets for a while, listening to the calming sound of the chirping birds and howling wind, Lucas talking with you mindlessly about everything and nothing ("It's just cool how birds can fly, you know?"). Only when you're boyfriend is sure you're back to your cheery self, will he lead you back to your house, still holding your hands tightly in his own.

Mark:

Mark wouldn't even pay attention to the movie, too busy sending you worried glances every few seconds. From the start, he was reluctant about watching a horror movie of all genres, knowing how much you hate spooky things ("Are you trying to torture yourself??"). But of course, he couldn't say no to your adorable puppy eyes and big, sad pout. So he'll be on the edge of his seat the whole film, wincing slightly when another demon appears on the TV, before shooting your trembling form a weary glance. Finally, only halfway into the movie, he gets up to turn the screen off, not being able to take it anymore, before gently picking you up in his arms, bridal style, and taking you to your shared bedroom, mumbling words of assurance in your ear quietly as he does ("Monsters aren't real, babe. You're safe with me.").

BTS when you're lonely:

Kim Seokjin:

It didn't take long for your boyfriend to notice that you missed home more than usual. It made sense, considering it's been more than a year since you've last seen your parents, due to Covid.

Of course, living with your boyfriend in Seoul was a dream, especially since the past year he's actually been at home and not touring around the world. But it still hurt when someone like you, who is so emotionally attached to your family, couldn't see them for so long.

You suppose it was only a matter of time before Seokjin would notice you coming out of the bathroom with puffy, red eyes after a talk with your mom, or staring at family pictures with a trembling bottom lip, your knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on the paper.

But you were trying so hard to hide you anxiety, the worry-filled thoughts and nightmare-filled nights about how your family is doing at the other side of the world, because the last thing you wanted was to add to your boyfriend's list of problems his whiny girlfriend.

"I have a surprise for you.", Jin says out of nowhere, just as you finish dinner, wiping his mouth with a clean, white napkin before setting it down on the table, raising his eyes up to meet your confused ones, the brown orbs glinting with mischief.

It wasn't so weird for Seokjin to surprise you with various presents, whether it was some shoes he saw you searching for on your laptop, a piece of jewelry that he thought would look good on you, or anything else that reminded him of you and he just 'had to buy'.

Before you can even question your lover, Jin is quick to throw an envelope on the table in front of you, simply raising his eyebrows and gesturing for you to open the suspicious-looking object when you send him an incredulous look, not expecting your surprise to come in shape of an envelope.

You don't hesitate too much despite your initial reaction, knowing that whatever is inside the paper cover is guaranteed to make you happy, and open the envelope with careful fingers, taking out the folded, official-looking paper before unfolding it slowly with shaky hands.

"Are you serious?", you deadpan after a few seconds of confused silence, raising your head from the scribbled words written in yellow highlight saying 'i love myself:)' to your laughing boyfriend, his brown eyes crinkled as he slaps the kitchen table with every high-pitched giggle he lets out.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist", Seokjin breaths out when he finally calms down, wiping imaginary tears from the corner of his eyes, before taking another folded paper out of the pocket of his blue pyjama top, handing you the white material.

"Go on, open it", your grinning lover encourages you when you stare at him accusingly, not knowing if it'll be another one of his silly antics, and you sigh, reaching out to unfold the paper, before you freeze, not believing the words written before your eyes.

"Oh my god", you whisper, your heartbeat rising and eyes filling with tears as you keep looking at the words written on the magical piece of paper: 'Premission to fly to...", unable to move your gaze away for a few seconds before looking up at Jin's, who's smile turned soft and fond, love filling his dark orbs.

"Is this real?", you utter out, probably sound a little bit crazy as you look at your boyfriend with wide, desperate eyes, your hands clutching the paper as if it's your last bit of sanity. "Am I really going to see them?"

"Yes, princess. You're going to see your family.", Jin smiles widely, his hands already ready to catch you when you practically fling yourself into his lap, hiding your tears in the crook of his neck as the older man rocks you back in forth, pressing kisses all over your silky, dark hair, his chuckles filling your chest with warmth. And even though you can't talk right now, you know he knows how grateful you are.

Min Yoongi:

Since you had a fight with your best friend two days ago, you were down in the dumps to say at least. Your best friend wasn't only the person you relied on more than anyone else, she was practically the only person in Seoul you actually trusted with your heart, aside from Yoongi and the rest of BTS.

It was a stupid fight, so stupid you actually forgot what you were arguing about to start with, but both of your egos were too big to admit your own faults and move on, so in the mean time you were curled up in your apartment, in the pyjama set you've been wearing for the past two days nonstop, licking ice cream off a huge tablespoon gloomily.

Your boyfriend hadn't said anything about your behaviour for the past two days, letting you deal with your frustration and sadness by watching old romantic movies and eating take-out, but you could tell he was starting to lose his patience, judging by the exasperated sighs leaving his mouth whenever you refused to eat a normal meal, or dragged your sock-clad feet around the house aimlessly.

Honestly, you knew you were acting childishly, but you couldn't help the way your loneliness seemed to consume you, the huge spot in your heart that was filled with your best friend's face now eerily empty.

You turn to look at your boyfriend when he sits on the couch next to you, his hands finding their way immediately around your waist, pulling you so you're leaning against him, head right over his heart.

He's still wearing his clothes from work, simple washed out jeans and a thin white tee, but he still seems out of place in your gloomy, lifeless space, his pale skin shining in the dim light coming from the kitchen.

"I saw Y/B/F/N today", he starts, his voice nonchalant, and you try to hide the way your whole body tenses up at the words, your heart physically aching, but you pretend to be indifferent, shrugging carelessly against Suga's lean form.

"She looks horrible, pretty much like you.", you frown at the words, but don't disagree knowing that your lover is saying the truth. You're not even sure when was the last time you brushed your hair.

"I think you should talk to her. Friendships like yours are too precious to ruin because of something as stupid as an argument. If people would just put their egos down and choose peace and love over war and hate, the world would be a much better place."

Your boyfriend doesn't even give you time to answer, simply mumbling 'I better take a shower' before getting up from the sofa, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading towards the bathroom, your dark eyes following his broad back until he disappears.

You're left alone in your thoughts, and you can't help but sigh, cursing under your breath, before opening up your phone, wincing a bit when you're met with a smiling picture of you and Y/B/F/N, the two of you pressed so close together you could think you're twins.

Hesitating, your finger hovers over the second number in your speed dial after Yoongi, named 'Soultwin', before you press the button, raising the electronic device to your ear with shaky hands, hearing the steading ringing in your ear. "Y/B/F/N?"

Jung Hoseok:

You stare at the bag of dog food sitting on the kitchen island, willing it to move out of your way but also making no attenpt to physically touch the lifeless object in front of you and push it away from your area.

The simple bag brings back too many memories: memories of laughter and excited barks, memories of autumn leaves and summer winds, memories of comforting licks on your face and soft, golden fur against your fingertips.

It's been nearly a month since Honey died, and some people would probably find it pathetic just how affected you are, but you can't help the way hot tears spring to your eyes and a sob bubbles in your throat everytime you think about the loyal pet that grew up with you for the past ten years, watching you go through every possible, awful teenage and adult stage without running away once.

You couldn't quite get yourself to throw away all the Bonzo from your apartment, nor the old, worn out red collar he used to wear, or the soft, beige cushion he used to nap on. You know you're only hurting yourself more, but you can't get yourself to care.

"Oh baby.", you don't even realize you're crying until a warm hand pulls you into an even warmer chest, and you breath shakily, burying your wet face into Hoseok's soft, baby blue wool sweater, the material brushing against your skin like a comforting breeze.

Your boyfriend has been nothing less than absolutely angelic since Honey passed away, hugging your crying form at nights when it got exceptionally bad, cleaning the house when you couldn't be bothered to do it yourself, doing everything to make you crack a smile, no matter how ridiculous it is.

It helped fill up the pit of loneliness in your heart a little bit, even if the space there was still painfully obvious, like a piece of duck-tape holding together broken shards of glass that used to be a sculpture.

"I just miss him so much", you whimper into J-hope's neck with a hoarse voice, the fragrant of his cologne, something utterly flowery and sweet like him, calming your nerves slowly until your grip on his sleeves loosens, your lean form slumping against his broad body tiredly.

"I know, sweetie. But you have to stay strong for me, okay? I'll take away all the loneliness, I promise.", your boyfriend's voice is sad, so terribly sad, but no less determined, and when you raise your red-rimmed orbs to stare into his face, watching the dark, serious, love-filled eyes staring down at you, you believe him.

Kim Namjoon:

It's been a few days since quarantine started and you were starting to get bored and exhausted from watching the same old rom-coms on TV and eating the same bowl of healthy cereal every day.

The hardest part was being away from Namjoon. Because BTS were out of the country when Covid started, your boyfriend had to be quarantined with the rest of the band, to ensure your safety and the rest of the South-Korean citizens'.

But even though you knew it was the most logical thing to do, you couldn't help but sulk over the fact that Namjoon could have been right here with you, enjoying some quality couple time that you never really experienced, without work or studies, just cuddling and kissing and sleeping and then all over again.

You couldn't even see him, except for the daily telephone calls and face-timing you were so consistent about, but it was nothing like actually seeing those deep, adorable dimples face-to-face, or the beautiful, brown dragon-eyes, or the tall, broad form of his body.

The shrill sound of the doorbell makes you sit up straight in your bed, eyes wide as you stare at the exit of your room that leads to the hallway perplexed. Who the hell is visiting you at a time like this?

You get up from bed, pushing away the covers that were cacooning your small form as fast as possible before sprinting down the hallway, your fuzzy socks skidding against the shiny, parquet floor, your messy ponytail flying behind you.

You practically body-slam into the door, opening it widely only to furrow your eyebrows when you're met with nothing at all, the hallway completely empty, not even the sound of footsteps being heard.

'I've really gone crazy, haven't I?', you think, shaking your head at your own imagination before starting to turn around, only to stop abruptly when your eyes catch the sight of something unusual on your cream-colored doormat.

It's a small, heavily wrapped carton box, and scribbled on top of it are the words 'For Miss Y/N' in messy, thick black letters, the handwriting unfamiliar to you.

Looking at the box wearily, you think how stupid what you're doing is, before leaning down to pick it up. In your defence, you were desperately looking for anything interesting right now, despite usually being a very responsible woman.

Running back into the apartment, you lock your door once again before dropping on the ground, not even bothering to go sit in the living room, and immediately starting to tear off the duct-tape keeping the brown carton stubbornly closed.

It's a rather funny situation, with you fighting two long pieces of glue, too impatient to go to the kitchen and take scissors or a knife, but you manage to do it in the end, taking out the object inside before gasping, your eyes filling with tears.

It's one of your boyfriend's most adored stuffed animals, a small Ryan plushie, big enough to fit in your hands, the perfect size to use as a small pillow or as a cuddling partner. You've seen it countless of times in RM's studio, perched on the computer table.

Wiping away the salty tears streaming down your face, you grab the small, white note tucked in the character's small, chubby arms with shaky hands, before unfolding it slowly, overwhelmed by the idea that your lover touched the same paper you're holding right now.

And there, in his simple, neat handwriting are the three words that fill your heart to the brim with something you didn't even know you were missing, causing you to let out a wet chuckle of happiness. 'You're never alone.'

Park Jimin:

Since Jimin left for tour, it became much harder to talk, with your boyfriend changing time-zones every few days and your own busy life as a university student, yet the two of you made sure to stay in contact, talking on the phone and facetiming as much as you can.

Your boyfriend was currently in Brazil, getting ready for his concert in five days, and you were positive he was working hard as always to ensure the fans have the best possible performance, yet he still promised to call you when he wakes up, so here you were, sitting on the edge of your bed, already dressed in your Chimmy pyjamas.

It's somewhat nerve-wracking, waiting like this, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath, tightening your dark ponytail like you always do when you're nervous, before swiping to the Facetime app on your phone, burning holes into the screen of your phone as you wait for an incoming call.

When it does happen though, it manages to surprise you, and your phone falls from your hands to the rug-covered floor of your room, and you curse under your breath as you lean down to pick the small device, almost rolling off the bed but too afraid Jimin will hang up to care.

Pressing the answer button quickly, you sigh with relief when a slightly blurry photo of Jimin appears on screen, your boyfriend's tired face stretching into a wide smile when he sees you.

He looks exhausted, his chocolate brown eyes red-rimmed, dark bags framing them, and his hair is still messy from sleep, grey strands sticking out in odd directions, his cute, chubby cheeks even puffier than usual.

"Jiminie~", you cry out happily, scooching even closer to the screen as if that could close the thousands of miles separating you from the love of your life.

Your boyfriend's eyes seem to brighten up slightly at the sound of your voice, and he waves at you, his small hands covered in sweater paws from the oversized jumper he was wearing. "Hello, beautiful."

The two of you talk for what seems like mere minutes when in reality you spent over three hours on the phone, judging by the darkness emitting from your window and the commotion around Jimin, signaling that the rest of the members had already woken up.

You've moved to a lying position, your lithe body tucked into the thick, wool blanket and your head leaning on your forearm as you listen to Jimin describe the tour and how amazing the fans' reaction are.

"I'm really happy for you, Jiminie, but I can't help but miss you so much", you mumble quietly, your drowsiness causing you to lose your filter, and you immediately regret it when your boyfriend's eyes darken, a sad, fond smile appearing on his plump lips.

"I miss you, too.", he whispers, staring at you for another second, before he adds: "But you know I'm always with you in your heart, right? No matter how far you are."

His words make you smile sleepily, nodding into your pillow before you open your eyes again, your lips pulling into a small pout. "I'm sorry for making it sound like it's your fault. I know that you-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for", your lover cuts you off, and the sincerity in his voice makes warmth fill your heart, grateful for the beautiful human in front of you who never gave up on you, even with all your flaws. "Now go to sleep, I'm right here."

Kim Taehyung:

The best decision you ever made was the day you agreed to move in to your boyfriend's apartment in Seoul, after a year and half of dating, a year and a half of love that fills your soul to the brim.

You and Taehyung had met when you were escorting BTS on their world tour as a stage producer, and to say you fell in love with the guy was a major understatement. After less than two years, you're positive Tae is the person you're going to be with for the rest of your life.

But sometimes, like today, it was still hard to be a foreigner in a country like South Korea, not knowing the culture or the language fluently, not having many friends to share your hardships with. It felt lonely and scary.

You walk through the door of your apartment, taking off your shoes quickly and shrugging off the puffy, white coat from your shoulders, letting it fall down to the floor underneath you carelessly.

You're already anticipating Taehyung to exit your shared bedroom the second he hears the door close, and indeed he appears, a bright smile already on his face even before he properly sees you.

He's wearing a cute, brown pyjama set, making him look even more like a oversized teddy bear than usual, the wool material clinging to his broad shoulders and long legs, and his fluffy, chocolate hair falls over his forehead, framing his twinkling, Bambi eyes.

But the big, delighted grin drops the second he sees your own expression, probably looking defeated, like you felt. His thick eyebrows furrow in confusion, pink lips pulling into a frown that you hated being the reason for.

"Hey, what's wrong?", your boyfriend is by your side in a second, his large hands cupping your face tenderly, eyes wide and soft as he inspects you, looking for the reason for your sadness.

"Do you think I fit here?", you blurt out, unable to stops the words from slipping out in front of Taehyung's concern and attentiveness, but regretting them immediately when said man's mouth drops, his expression filled with confusion.

"What do you mean 'here'?", Taehyung questions gently, probably noticing how your cheeks are red with embarrassment, and he moves to brush a lock of dark hair from your eyes before lifting your chin up carefully to look at him.

"I mean here. In South Korea, in your apartment, in your life. I'm so far away from home, from my country, from my people- and I just- I don't know.", your words end in a hushed whisper, feeling the way Taehyung tenses in front of you, the hands on your warm cheeks freezing.

There's a second of silence, and then you're being pulled into a familiar, comforting embrace, Taehyung's strong arms wrapping around your waist, one of his hands holding the back of your head lovingly as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

You inhale shakily, feeling your limbs relaxing in Taehyung's hold, and bury your nose in the older man's neck, breathing in the natural, woody smell of him and letting his hug wash your fears away the way words never could.

"You'll always belong. You'll always belong in my arms, just like I belong in yours. No matter where you are.", Taehyung says after a while, his voice firm and determined as he pulls away to peer down at you, and you can't help but nod, a smile fluttering on your lips as the brown-haired man in front of you smiles back, pulling in for a kiss.

Jeon Jungkook:

Since the day your B/F/N went back home, things have been strange. It's strange to go back home from uni without hugging her goodbye, strange to not meet up at the mall every other day and whine about being too short and not thin enough for Korean clothes.

B/F/N was two years older than you, which meant that she finished her studies at Seoul University before you did. Which meant that she went back home eventually, as reluctant as she was, leaving you alone for the first time.

Well, not really alone. Since you came to Seoul two years ago, you happened to meet the most incredible man on the face of this earth, a man who you can now proudly call your boyfriend and the love of your life. But it was still different without her.

"Hey baby, what's up?", Jungkook's soft voice resonates in your ear, making your lips perk up automatically, pressing the phone in your hand even closer to you, as if it could close the distance between you.

"Jungkookie~ When are you coming back home?", you can't help the way your voice turns high, almost whiny, and you turn bright red, hoping Jungkook didn't notice how desperate and lonely you sound.

It's silent for a minute, the only sound being your heel tapping against the parquet floor of your apartment steadily and the soft breathing from the other side. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to go crazy worrying about you, especially before BTS' comeback, when all his attention had to be on the preparations.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just missing B/F/N is all.", you try to force your voice to sound happy and light, but you know Jungkook can easily read you like an open book, can sense the slight tinge of sadness in each word.

"Well, I have practice till late at night today, beautiful.", you deflate slightly at the words, before getting ready to pretend that everything is fine, before Jungkook cuts you off. "But you can come over if you want? I mean it's probably a bit bori-"

"I'll be there.", you cut him off, the wide smile on your face threatening to rip your face apart, but you just love this man so much, the man who doesn't really know how to use his words, but it doesn't matter when he can use his touch and actions to express just how much he cares for you. How much he loves you. "Thank you, Gukkie."