juno. she her. twenty. sagittarius. norwegian-american. daughter of demeter. hufflepuff. uni student (free me). bookworm. tortured poet. stay. army. coer. #1 fan of french braids. writer. moderately intelligent blonde. kth , myg & ksm ult.
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bakugou katsuki who has a really niche allergy (imagine something like eucalyptus essential oils or dragon fruit) so he finds out about his allergy later in life.
he's at your place when it happens, just being a menace on the couch or whatever men like him do. obviously, when he starts to break out in hives, he's claiming that he's been hit by a lame quirk from a stupid extra, but no don't worry he doesn't have to go to the hospital or anything because the quirk is so lame it'll just wear off.
yeah right.
it takes a few more "sleepovers" at your place before someone finally makes the connection. no surprise, it's you who realizes the correlation.
confronted with the reality that yes, the incredible undefeatable bakugou katsuki could be injured by a literal piece of fruit (we're going with the dragon fruit example for this) literally made his world implode.
catch him eating dragon fruit at every meal from now on. is he trying to build immunity? possibly. either way, he's just stubborn.
"i'd burn down the world for you" except it's "i'd burn down the kitchen making breakfast in bed for you"
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boyfriend!felix who attempts to make you breakfast in bed. it was his fault that you got sick enough to need it anyways — plus, he’d been wanting to do it for a while after hyunjin put the idea in his head.
“trust me, girls totally love that stuff. nothing more romantic than a lover bringing you breakfast in bed.”
it was probably more directed at changbin, hyunjin’s ‘wife’ that had apparently never brought hyunjin breakfast in bed.
but no matter if it was genuine advice for felix or a passive aggressive remark towards changbin, felix took it.
felix, ever the team player, immediately texted boyfriend!seungmin to rope him into it. partially because he likes spending time with seungmin and partially because he knows seungmin would try to fight him if he found out that felix was doing a boyfriend thing without the second boyfriend. (don’t lie seungmin, you’d only try to fight him so he could manhandle you.)
unfortunately, neither of them were great at cooking breakfast. or any meal, really.
if the average person woke up the smell of something burning, they'd probably freak the fuck out. understandably so.
however, because you lived with lee felix and kim seungmin, you were not the average person and were not shocked by the smell of smoke at 6:32 in the morning.
“wha’s happ’ning?” you asked groggily.
the lack of an answer was expected, given that you were the only person in the bedroom.
felix’s side of the bed was an organized mess. it was rumpled and his pillow still had the indent of his head, but he had clearly tried to straighten out the duvet. now it looked like an ambitious elementary schooler had scrambled to make it just before racing out the door to catch the bus.
“shit shit,” a low voice floated in from the kitchen. “fuck oh my god uh oh.”
you took that as a sign to investigate. the apartment was surprisingly silent, given that felix seemed to be trying his hardest to burn the entire building down. seungmin must’ve been really tired if he was sleeping through this. well, felix had always been a quiet person whenever he freaked out. plus he also likely thought you were still sleeping and wanted to keep the breakfast in bed plan a surprise.
not that you knew that was the real reason why he was hissing curses underneath his breath. you were too tired and sick to even speculate the motives behind his actions. everything just felt a bit too incomprehensible.
you rubbed your eyes as if that would magically wake you right up. seriously, why weren’t you awake already? the smell of something burning should’ve gotten your adrenaline going. you must be desensitized after hanging out with the kids for so long.
instead of immediately going to the kitchen, which would have made the most sense, you stumbled towards seungmin's room. you had to let him know there was a fire! maybe he could do something about it so you could go back to bed.
but seungmin's room was empty.
that was what finally woke you up. where the hell was seungmin? boyfriend one and boyfriend two were missing, the apartment was on fire, oh my god oh my god what is happening do i call the hospital?
"boys?" your voice cracked with a concoction of grogginess, fear, confusion, sickness, and disuse. did they forget to rescue you from the burning building? what kind of boyfriends were they?
answer: they were boyfriends whose heartrate rose exponentially at the sound of your voice. you were awake and they were nowhere near done with the breakfast they wanted to bring you in bed. crucially, you had to be in bed for this plan to work and you did not sound like you were in bed. you sounded like you were out of bed and walking towards the kitchen and–
"oh! good morning sunshine!" felix piped up first. in a way he really hoped wasn’t suspicious at all but was quite possibly the most suspicious thing he could possibly do, he scurried towards you to block your line of sight and put his hand on your waist, subtly directing you back to his bedroom. or seungmin’s. or yours. literally any of them would work. “it’s too early for you to be up. let’s get you back to bed. we have nowhere to be.”
you planted your feet firmly on the ground, refusing his puppy dog eyes which were silently pleading with you to just listen, in favor of looking at the real puppy dog of this household.
seungmin had his back to you and was hastily shoving things around the countertop. maybe he was trying to hide them. maybe he was hoping that if he moved them fast enough, they’d be a blur that you couldn’t identify. maybe he was just reorganizing. who knows?
“minnie, wha’re you doing?”
he tensed, slowly spinning on his heel, big brown boba eyes locking with yours. “nothing.”
“min. lix. it smells like you’re actively trying to burn the whole building down.” pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed heavily. turns out that their irresponsibility was the one thing that woke you up.
“don’t be mad,” felix began.
“great start.”
“we wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”
you paused, face betraying your confusion. eyebrows pushed together and mouth opening slightly, you spoke, “why?”
seungmin stilled. the maknae boyfriend did not want to have to explain to you that they listened to hyunjin’s advice. that would be more humiliating than setting fire to the apartment.
“hyun said it would be romantic,” felix mumbled.
wait. that was actually really sweet. putting aside that it was one of the worst bits of advice that hyunjin could have given to these two, it was cute.
you grinned at him. "really?" you put your arm around the blond's shoulder to pull him into a thank-you hug. "that is so romantic, sunny."
seungmin cleared his throat. aww he wasn't getting his share of praise. cutie.
pinching his cheek with your free hand, you cooed at him: "thank you too, seungmin. you guys are the most romantic boyfriends ever."
"do you want to see what we're making?" after your encouragement, felix was back to his sunshine-self, bouncing off the walls in excitement at showing his amazing girlfriend his half-made breakfast that was being made for her.
seungmin batted him away. "it's not done yet."
"it doesn't have to be done though?" his accent came through especially strong.
"it's supposed to be a surprise."
"hyun didn't say it had to be. and she already knows it's meant to be eaten in bed, which was the surprise part."
in their argument over whether or not to reveal what was on the menu – it was gyeran-bbang, essentially tiny little breads with whole eggs in the center, if you were wondering (felix saw the recipe on tiktok obviously) – the inevitable happened. it began to burn. for real this time, not a slight scorch like earlier.
"something smells funny."
"rude. i took a shower last night."
"no, it smells like smoke."
"it's been smelling like smoke."
"wait no, i smell it too. check the oven."
"oh shit it's like actually on fire!"
"get the fire extinguisher! oh my god those flames are huge!"
they really should’ve just poured you some cereal and a glass of orange juice.
alright alright alright hear me out: a mini series called "SheRacha" (caps to make sure you get the reference) that's focusing on the girlfriends of chan, changbin, and han ?
in which you can't stop pulling the same member's photocard. your boyfriend isn't too pleased.
inspired by me pulling namjoon photocards for literally every bts album (except for 7, i decided to branch out and pull a jimin) , [link to felix photo used in banner] , not proofread
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"who did you pull?"
seungmin's voice was further away than you expected. normally, whenever you entered his apartment, he would be all over you – practically tripping over your feet while pretending he wasn't obsessed with you.
looking up, you found him tucked in the armchair opposite the couch you were sitting on, throw pillow kept on his lap like it could protect him from your answer.
"when did you get over there?"
he didn't answer. all he did was continue to look at the album in your hands like it was a bomb that he couldn't figure out how to defuse.
shockingly, he was the one that gave you this "bomb" anyway. as soon as the albums had begun production and the boys finished their mandatory "open up the physical album and give the fans a tour of its contents" livestream, seungmin grabbed an extra and brought it straight back to his place, texting you to come over.
and here he was now, cowering in his own living room, terrified of the inevitable.
"what card did you get?"
you rolled your eyes. "at least let me take a minute to explore the album, seungie. i didn't get to open it earlier like you." it was only thirty minutes previous when you were watching that livestream on his large television. his face looked so good when it was magnified to a 190 cm screen. not as good as the real thing right in front of your eyes...
"seungmin." he perked up. "get your butt over here or i won't open it." an empty threat, but it got him moving.
when he sat, you finally opened the packaging. the different aspects of the album were arranged neatly: the lyric sheet, the photobook, the cd, the karma wristband, and more than you had yet to notice before seungmin stole your attention once again.
"which is it?"
the photocard he was talking about, the one that had his heart racing in fear, was smack dab in the middle of the other media, but covered in a protective sleeve.
it was cute how pathetic he got over such a small thing. he was truly almost clutching onto you, begging for your protection from the big bad photocard.
taking pity on him, you grabbed it and slid the card from its sleeve in one smooth motion.
seungmin groaned loudly. so loudly that you flinched.
"again?" he threw his head back to lay on the couch cushion. "why do you always get felix?"
you cooed at him. "awww, minnie. don't cry."
"'m not crying." he wasn't. you just liked to tease. he popped back up from the position he had collapsed into out of despair. brown eyes – his, of course – zeroed in on the piece of cardstock in your hand and narrowed. "he looks stupid anyway."
"seungmin!"
he shrugged. "don't know why they picked that photo of him. you wouldn't want to carry that around. here," he took it out of your hands, "i'll get you a better one."
his attempt at acting nonchalant failed dramatically as he quickly padded away with your photocard clutched in his hand so tightly it started to bend. any stay's heart would crumble at the sight.
your own attempt to keep cool faltered, lips pursing into a pout at his adorableness.
seungmin came back into the room at the same speed he left it: far too fast. "let's use our inside feet, seungmin," you tried to gentle parent him. it never worked.
he skidded to a halt by the edge of the couch, socked feet causing him to glide a bit on the hardwood floor. his arm was twisted behind his back, clearly hiding something.
a flash of blue as he pulled his hand out. in his palm, held far more delicately than felix's, was seungmin's photocard. both in that it was a picture of him and that it belonged to seungmin. you watched him pull this exact one earlier on the live, bragging to the other members that he got himself.
wearing that blue turtleneck you never got to see in person (you were still fuming about that), knuckles wrapped in white cloth as if he just fought someone in a fistfight (hopefully he won), the hairstyle that pushed his hair off of his forehead in the way that always made you swoon, silver-ring adorned fingers held against his plush lips, and that eyebrow slit that you kissed every night until it faded away. that photoshoot had you collapsing to your knees in awe every time you saw it.
he handed it to you. "here. you're not stuck with felix anymore. you're welcome."
his preemptive response to the thank you that you had not yet given almost made you want to bite your tongue in teasing. but then you looked back at the photocard that he still held. to do anything other than bite your lip, look up at him through your lashes and say "thank you minnie" would be sacrilegious.
"why is my photocard stuffed in the trashcan?" a shocked voice rang through the apartment.
curled up on han jisung’s bed trying to match your breathing with his, borderline passing out because he’s also trying to match his breathing with yours so it’s a full mess
martin cortis lowkey giving rubber ducky on a car dashboard. idk if i mean vibe wise he's that entire thing in general, or if he's the rubber ducky, or if he's the type of guy who would put a rubber ducky on a car dashboard.
