missy. 24. she/her. still a lil' crazy for bts. no longer writing for bts but i write for txt and write for fred weasley and and chris evans if you're interested! i'm still here to chat and talk 💕est. 1.1.14.
i think it’s safe to say i’ve stopped writing for bts.
(but i still write @qqtxt (tomorrow x together), @butterbeerblurbs (fred weasley) and @shieldedreams (multifandom!))
heyyyyyy guys ;w; this is long overdue but i feel like i should at least write about this haha. i’ve been in and out of tumblr recently and it’s been, oof it’s been AGES. and i’m grateful to all 13k of you that have been here throughout this journey. i still get occasional follows every now and then, which is so heartwarming!!!
but i feel like i should come out and say that i don’t have much interest in writing about bts, exo, or any of the k-pop idols i used to on this blog. [also side note, my url is an-exotic-writer because at the time, exo didn’t have a fandom name and we called ourselves exotics LMAO. and i have too many damned links to change so we’ll just keep this rolling ok] but this blog will still be up should anyone wants to read anything. (note that all smut/mature content was removed - lmao i had a panic time SOZ)
i guess i started falling out of it like, 4 years ago? and slowly when the community of writers i grew up writing with, suddenly left as well, i just felt like i didn’t belong anymore because there’s so many new writers (oh, just to mention that i think it’s AMAZING there’s so many writers for BTS now, it’s INCREDIBLEEE but i just didn’t feel like i know anyone anymore back in 2014 until 2016 where it was a community where everyone kind of knew each other haha, i mean i fell out of the community and slowly with bts as well).
i still love bts in a way i don’t think i’ll ever love another artist, i still love most of their songs. i just don’t keep up with them as much and slowly that fuelled into my interest with writing with them.
and it sucks, because i do try to write for them but it just didn’t inspire me to write anymore. i still have about a hundred drafts written for them, some drabbles, some blurbs, some fully planned fics that would never see the light of day and that’s okay!!! i’m gonna let go of all of that because i truly don’t see myself continuing anymore and i don’t want to put out anything that’s not with my full of heart.
i tried coming back twice, and even both times i failed miserably. i felt like i couldn’t write anything or even try to when my heart wasn’t there anymore. so i really do think it’s time to let go.
so thank you for the past 3 glorious years from 2014 until 2017, and it has been an amazing ride thus far! i’ll still be active on this account because it’s my main! but i’ll be using it to mostly like and follow other people and... read harry potter fics LOL. i’m absolutely in lOVE with fred weasley so i’ll be writing (mostly) about him over @butterbeerblurbs! and i’m starting to write for chris evans characters (and possibly MCU/tom holland) over @shieldedreams!
i also noticed this was more of what i really wanted to write about when i had a long (and overdue call) with @astaegmatism / @cno-inbminor. she’s truly my ride or die, someone i’ve met on tumblr and since 2014 up until now, we’re still the best of friends (i’d honestly take a bullet for karebun LOL). and when i had a chat with her about how i feel about not writing for bts and wanting to write for harry potter, hearing her encourage me and say that it’s never too late for anyone to get into something, especially not harry potter, i think it made me like, want to go for it???
the both of us went through a phase of ABSOLUTELY adoring bts. writing about them, planning series together, WRITING TOGETHER, staying up late just to watch them, and suddenly realising we don’t write for them as much, i had to understand that it was okay. i admired karebun when she started writing for haikyuu, and ngl i only read haikyuu fics from her because it’s KAREBUN. (ps she goes by K / Kay, karebun is my nickname for her LOL). so i thought, maybe i could try that with hp. and at least if no one reads them, honestly, they’re my guilty pleasure and that’s how it all started with bts in the first place! :D
so when i created the url for hp, and the url i wanted was not taken, i was like ??? and then i purchased the ebooks to start reading and i was like ??? i actually enjoy reading the book HAHAHA sooooo long story short:
TLDR:
- this account will be inactive, feel free to unfollow if you wish!
- i won’t be deleting any fics! just that i won’t be publishing any bts fics anymore!
- txt fics are over @qqtxt
- hp fics are over @butterbeerblurbs
- mcu/marvel/chris evans/tom holland stuff (maybe writings) @shieldedreams
- if you like haikyuu or wonder what i read nowadays, honestly apart from hp fics i search on the tab, it’s karebun’s writing so head on over to @cno-inbminor !
thank you once again and i hope everyone has been safe and healthy!
this isn’t a goodbye but a new hello :)
if you would like to talk as well, my asks are open for anything! be it on here or on my other writing account now hehe. take care my darlings! muah!
✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intentions!) / reader calls ‘beomie’ in beomgyu’s / mentions of food and eating
✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,244 words
✿ when they visibly get frustrated with work and you try to soothe them.
[masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet ✨ / other members under the cut!
normally, when he’s at the studio, you’re either one of two things: in or out. oftentimes, you’re out and about minding your own business, occasionally dropping by for an hour or two before heading home together but today, you’ve decided to occupy the vacant sofa to keep him company. one, two, a plethora of crumpled up paper balls and pencils meeting the table frustratedly later, you decide to pull him out of it for a second before he self-destructs under stress…
[🐰] soobin
soobin mumbles a soft yeah? when you call for him. he doesn’t look initially, until he notices the lack of follow-up from you that would usually come through. it takes every nerve in his being to break away from what he’s focusing on, looking over his shoulder to meet with your worried gaze. it only deepens the frown on his face, creases lining his forehead he doesn’t notice and the way his nose scrunches ever so slightly.
“i uh… i want to go get a drink from the vending machine,” you start slowly, rising from your seat on the sofa, rocking on the balls of your feet. with one hand behind your back, you extend the other to him, “follow me?”
✿ pairing: ot5 x reader (individually) / silly fluff 🌸
✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1819 words
✿ in which you cook for them and this is how they react
✿ my love language is cooking so this is just me ✨projecting✨ (also i know i was mia for a while but hi hello! ;w;)
[masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet 🧑🍳
the house is quiet apart from the clinks and clanks coming from the kitchen; the only source of light present as the sun begins to set. the waft of deliciousness (or you hope you're not being biased to yourself) sets in the air as you begin plating the food, well-aware that the time is near. there's a kind of tranquility in the waiting, the pace, and the anticipation for–the light rummages and jingling of keys makes you smile. your heart palpates, yet, you try to remain composure as you calmly make finishing touches to the plate of food you're about to serve...
[🐰] soobin
soobin grows wide-eyed at the sight (even though he already knew in advance–it's all he could think about for the entire day until this very beating moment) and almost forgets to breathe. it's the way you laugh and beckon him over that he nearly trips over his own foot to get to where you are. scrambling to sit down, he expertly grips onto the chopsticks to start eating. upon taking the first bite, he slowly chews as the taste begins to seep into his tastebuds. he's well-aware he has eyes on him that he looks up with a sheepish grin, spreading his arms open that lures you in. he nuzzles into you as he continues eating; digesting the flavors that comfort him as he squeezes you tight. he doesn't say it with words, but it's almost as if you feel it with the way his arms embrace you–this is so, so, so good. and you're able to confirm it when you gaze down to meet with his smile; the little twinkle in his eyes gives it away past the tiredness weighing his eye bags; thank you. and it's like he can hear the vowels being sounded out into his ears when he hears you chuckling; you're always welcomed.
tl;dr: this boy will remember this for days. it could be a regular occurrence, but in the quietest of moments when soobin misses you, he remembers your cooking. he might get overtaken by excitement to begin digging in first but trust that soobin's eternally grateful to be taken care of by you; especially through cooking. he only remembers to take photos of it midway through, but it's better than nothing as it serves as a reminder of the meals you've made for him. will probably randomly spam you of the food you've made for him as a subtle hint he's wanting it. (or he just really misses you, our resident soft boy here is subtle but not really)
[🦊] yeonjun
yeonjun is on you quicker than you can process, nearly tackling you down on the kitchen floor as you let out a squeak of surprise. he begins peppering kisses all over your face, barely taking in the sight of the food despite that being on the spotlight. it's only after a few beats that he calms down to sit by the kitchen island, biting down on his lip so he can listen to you tell him what you've made for him as he patiently waits until you're done. then, it's the moment you're waiting for. he takes the first bite... second... third... and then it happens (as it always does). you watch as he goes wide-eyed and starts to clap his hands; a sort of slow applause that echoes through the walls as he aggressively gets louder and then, the next phase happens. it's the rambling of how good everything tastes, that he'll need another plate after this despite only taking a few bites of his (still very full) plate. the universe grants him to be able to muster up a few more sentences before he's met with silence. the cheekiness in his smile, the shyness in yours, blossoms laughter that enables him to grab onto your hand and plant a kiss; thank you, baby.
tl;dr: yeonjun's loud with his expressions, but it's in the quietness too that you feel how appreciative he is. i see him exaggerating his reactions but it's not necessarily false, but as he's someone who does the cooking, he knows how it must feel to be appreciated with his cooking. and he truly enjoys your cooking, which is why he's just as expressive as he usually is. i can see him either being really loud and dramatic, or quiet and soft with the respect that you took the time to cook for him, coming home to a warm meal.
[🐯] beomgyu
his reaction is what makes your heart melt when he rushes over, almost forgets to ditch his bag before he swoops his arms around you as he watches you make finishing touches before the plate is fully his. as he hooks his chin on your shoulder, he gets comfortable in molding his body to yours, as if that's where he belongs. not even the way you try to tell him you're sweaty (or that he's sweaty) would get him away. if anything, he only insists in staying by your side as he opens his mouth, pointing at the food with his wiggling brows. you scoff (but he reads very quickly there's no malice) as your hands start to make a spoonful of the perfect bite to bring it up to his lips. you're able to turn your body a bit to see how his eyes snap shut as he chews on the food, his grip tightening around you. you try to ask if it tastes good but he holds a fist up to his mouth as he shakes his head. you cherish this silence for now, knowing very well as the night progresses and with more bites, he's about to yap your ear off. either one, you come to love and anticipate when he opens his eyes and meeting yours... with his mouth hanging open for more. (cheeky little shit, but you oblige for another before you'd give him the spoon to gobble it all down)
tl;dr: the excited one that gets progressively excited as he continues to eat. beoms gives the impression that he'll be gentle in the beginning, but as he continues to eat, he gets aggressively expressive with how good he wants to tell you the food tastes and would insist you take a bite (despite you being the one making it and knowing very well how it tastes–i don't make the ruls, if beoms wants to feed you a bite, you better take it).
[🐿] taehyun
taehyun skips his way into the kitchen and tries to see if there's anything he can help you with (be it putting things aside, back to where they belong or–) but he has no chance of doing so when you're already navigating him out of the kitchen. he sets his butt down on the dining chair and makes it a point to get you to look at him so he can thank you for the food. it always warms your heart to see how appreciative he is, but you beckon for him to take a bite as you fetch yourself a plate. you peek from the kitchen to see him attempt to wait until you're with him to take a bite but the curiosity gets the best of him to get a small bite while he waits before digging in completely. you pause from a distance to watch his reaction and from this small smile he has while chewing, grows into a big one as he hands his head down in attempts to hide his satisfaction. (not really hiding, but you can tell he's hiding because he doesn't want to make it seem like he didn't want to wait for you to eat, but in reality he just knows the food would be amazing so you can't really blame him, alright?)
tl;dr: taehyun's the silent appreciator at first, but after, he'll be sure to make it a point you know how much he appreciates it. i see him as being someone who would return the favor by cleaning up or be the one to buy dessert to sort of "balance" things out, even though it shouldn't be transactional–it's not like that for him, it just makes him feel good knowing he's able to give you something in return one way or another. just know that despite his silence or even though he's more "quiet" compared to the other guys in terms of showing excitement, he'll remember every single dish or food that you've made for him and be sure to compliment your efforts in every way possible.
[🐧] kai
the loudest gasp fills your ears before you feel a pair of arms gripping onto you tightly and almost swinging you around before you remind him that you have a plate full of food–his food–and you would very much like it for him to eat the food than for it to end up on the floor. he sheepishly sets you down and takes your instructions to sit by the kitchen counter, obediently taking the utensils to begin eating but not until you're seated with him and takes the first bite. this dramatic boy almost pretends to faint on the counter but not when you playfully nudge him to–be serious, kai! how's the taste? past the giggles and laughter, he can't reply with words when he has a mouthful but he tries to his best ability to give some garbled compliments but you already see how he feels about it when his face is lit up with the taste and the thought alone of how much time and effort you must've taken to make this for him... kai just knows he'll be showering you with love and affection when the meal is over. and you know it when you see him glancing around at the pots and pans, the chopping board by the sink, the discarded trash by the door... then you meet gazes with him and it's the way he holds out to grab onto your hand and gives you a squeeze. that alone was an indicator of: thank you. with the squeeze you give back, it was a reciprocative: always.
tl;dr: this boy would nearly forget that you made him food in the first place. lost in the opportunity to give you affection and show you gratitude that he nearly forgets the food you've made him in the first place that's got him all appreciative. even though he might be dramatic with his expressions, just know that he truly, deeply appreciates it when he knows how much time and effort goes into cooking and preparing food for someone. will constantly question how you can cook the way you do when he thinks it's pure sorcery but will not hesitate to try anything you make and help clean up after.
can't hide anything from you (maybe that's a good thing) (e.u.)
summary ⇾ it's moments like these where eggsy's grateful you can read his mind without trying (but sometimes, it still hurts).
details ⇾ 1,365 words / eggsy unwin x gn!reader / 🌸 comfort fluff (slight angst) / things get a little spicy at the end but nothing explicit!
notes ⇾ me: rewatches kingsman / also me: always has to write about eggsy every time the movie ends ; 3 ;
for the whole weekend, you know–know–eggsy has something that he's not telling you... and you'd be a liar to say you weren't thankful he was trying to keep it out of the conversation. to enjoy the solace and peace of having your lover with you. to enjoy and succumb to his kisses, touch and not be reminded that it could all go away. it's like the calm before the storm. the inevitable would be coming even if you tried to ignore it and... let's just say today's the day you can't go another day pretending like you didn't know.
or that you didn't know to know what you would know soon.
it's been a few days and the uncertainty is biting you every time you think about it. there's only so long you can keep this façade.
"eggsy," you murmur, past the low hum of the television in front of you. it's like you've stirred him from his little reverie when he lets out a soft hm? you feel him shift behind you as the two of you tangled up on the sofa with both of your heads on one end of the arm rest (or rather, eggsy's head on the arm rest, yours on his arm) and your legs in between each others' at the other end of the sofa.
"don't you... is there something you wanna tell me?"
eggsy hasn't been known to crack under pressure but... you're not just any pressure he's come to know. come to love. come home to. you feel it when his body stiffens just a little, how he sucks in a breath and it makes you smile.
not out of happiness that you're right but... rather that you know if there's anything, eggsy could never lie to you. the world, the organisation, maybe. to you? (when you turn ever so slightly to come face him and ignore the television, the glow of the blue screen that coats your silhouette as you blink up to him) never.
"how is it you can figure it out every time?" he murmurs, shifting back until he hits the back of the sofa to accommodate for you to be able to turn around to face him properly. he curls his arm (the one your head is on) to reel you closer, securing you with his other arm around your waist to anchor you in.
"i'd be a mind reader at this point, eggsy unwin," you snort, snaking your arms (wedging them beneath the sofa) to hug him around the waist. "but maybe it's because i like you that i can figure out your patterns."
he's not stalling but he is curious.
"what pattern?"
"well..." you sigh, "you always bring flowers when you have to go to another mission. and when you top it off with chocolates and a gift basket, that's how i know it's going to be far worse than i imagined."
you watch as your words swirl in eggsy's mind. a cross between adoration and... is he offended?
"that's not fair," his brows knit together, the lines appearing on his forehead, "i can hardly hide anything from you."
with that, you only smile. no come back, no retort. it makes eggsy's heart sink as he heaves out a deep exhale. he pulls you closer and presses his forehead onto yours, his lips giving you a gentle kiss before he murmurs over them: "and it's not to say it's a bad thing, my love. i just... i just feel like you always know when i'm about to leave that–"eggsy's words swell up in his throat, his eyes widening when you cut him off with–"you're leaving?"
he clears his throat, his hand stroking your back, "j-just for a month."
he sees that you're confused when your nose scrunches. because he's familiar with that fact that the two of you have been away from each other much longer than that but–"this time... no contact. i'm going dark to ensure nobody knows about my whereabouts except for merlin. so that means..."
it's times like these where he's grateful to be together with someone just as smart as he is–if not smarter.
"not even me," the words come out of your lips in a whisper. a somber one. but it's powerful enough to rupture through eggsy's heart. it makes him frown, especially when your eyes flicker down to his chest.
he sighs, leaning down to kiss you. it starts of gentle–it always does–before eggsy feels your arms snaking up along his sides to go around his neck and it's usually an indicator for him to turn you around. he swallows the gasp you let out when you feel your back meeting with the sofa but eggsy pillows your head with a hand. you sigh as his lips move down along your neck, settling on a spot that makes you thread your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other keeping him close around his back.
eggsy's settled between your legs, his hips grounded down like he belongs there, like you belong here. you hear–feel–him grunting when your legs wrap around him, drawing him closer, deeper.
before things can escalate further (as it always does), eggsy pulls back to gaze down on you. his heavy breathing laced with yours as you blink up to him. eyes luring with want, body gripping with need but there's one thing eggsy needs to make clear of. his hand slides from behind your head to cup your cheek. he smiles as he watches you lean into his touch, a hand of yours coming up to lap it over his with a smile.
"whatever happens," eggsy says, "i'll come back to you. i always do, don't i?"
your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "always."
"and i will again this time," he kisses you, hard. as if he's trying to imprint his promise onto your lips. but he pulls back (knowing he'll continue again soon) just to watch you open your eyes with an idle smile on your face. for him.
"promise me," you whisper, arms curling around his neck to lure him down. he leans his forehead onto yours as he nods, holding you close, "i promise you. and a hundred times more after that."
you don't respond with words, only actions with the way one of your hands go back through eggsy's hair; deliciously raking through his scalp while the other smoothens down his chest. it invites him down to kiss you; longer, passionate and soon, with the vigor that makes you gasp and see the stars behind your closed eyes.
as eggsy pulls back from kissing you, the cheeky grin he has on his face and the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart skip a beat. more so when his hands begin to push your legs apart as he crawls down.
"now, let me seal the promise, love."
((a couple of hours later, you're not curled up in bed–showered and tucked in wearing eggsy's hoodie and your pair of joggers. when you shift around, getting to a more comfortable position, your eyes peel open to see eggsy smiling at you, stroking your cheek.
"that's really creepy if i didn't love you," you mumble under your breath, scooching closer to him. you hear him laugh but you don't see it when your eyes close, squeezing one of his hands you have captive.
"then lucky for me that you love me, no?" eggsy chuckles, and you don't have to see to know he's smiling.
"yeah yeah," you mutter, "lucky you."
eggsy moves closer to you and you can tell he's about to fall asleep, too. but he gives you a kiss to your forehead and gives another to your cheek before you feel the pillow next to you dip down.
"i love you,"
you nod, giving his hand a squeeze. "i know."
you hear eggsy kiss his teeth with his tongue before he gives your bum a smack. that earns a chuckle from you. and he'd be damned to say it didn't make him laugh, too.
"i love you too, eggsy."
this time, eggsy gives your hand a squeeze as he feels himself drift away to sleep, knowing very well when he wakes up you'll be here with him. and that alone promises him that he'll fight to make sure it happens every night.))
summary ⇾ minho's going on a journey of self-discovery over the summer... but he'd like to have you by his side
details ⇾ 3,339 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x female!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / reader calls minho 'min' / kitty being the biggest shipper / reader shares a couple dorm with kitty only
[!] spoiler disclaimer below the cut!
+ very stinking cheesy rom-com plot
[!] spoiler disclaimer: in an au where the roles of minho and kitty are somehow switched at the end of season two! (just a little!)
minho has had the million-dollar question in his head as the days count down in his mind to his departure for the summer break. more and more students begin to leave campus with luggages in tow; some askew, some perfectly wrapped and some... a work in progress whenever minho swings by your shared dorm with kitty (feigning the need to check on her only to constantly peep if you're anywhere near done packing or pry a little on your plans for summer).
today is the last day minho'll have that chance considering–"w-what? you're almost here?!" minho tries to keep his voice leveled, but with the way kitty gasps from the spot on her bed and the soft thud from the kitchen, she has an inkling of what's about to happen.
"yeah, sure," minho sighs, rubbing his face, "n-no, i haven't asked yet. i don't–"he groans–"okay, okay! i'll get to it now. give me at least thirty minutes!"
with one last sigh, he hangs up and now looks up to meet with kitty's eyes as she shakes her head.
"minho, you have to ask her now!"
"i don't know what you're talking about," minho clears his throat, stepping out of the kitchen but kitty scurries to get in his way, "minho!" she grabs his arm, giving him a good shake when he faces her with wide eyes.
"this is it," she grips onto his arm, "when will you ever get a chance like this again?"
the boy opens his mouth, only to find himself at a lost for words when he glances over kitty's shoulder to see your packed suitcase, ready for the leaving... and he has no idea where you're headed... but he'd like to be with you wherever that destination may be. that's what scares him. that despite the uncertainty... he's willing to take a chance on it with you.
but he has a bigger fish to catch when he doesn't even know what your plans are.
a bigger, bigger fish?
his flight leaves in an hour.
and it's not to say he left it down to the last minute but–
"c'mon, minho. you can do this," he mutters under his breath, shaking his hands dry as he turns off the faucet. clearing his throat, he tries to man up as he exits the bathroom and heads on out to the living room.
he stands a distance away, watching you play uno with kitty, q and yuri. there's occasional banter and the flicking of cards back and forth but just as minho's about to call for you, it seems like you're a step ahead when–"min!" you wave him over, "come play!"
the boy gulps, swallowing the lump in his throat as he shakily replies: "y-yeah, sure. in a second. but could you–"he clears his throat, "c-could i ask you something?"
that grants the attention of everyone in the room to look at his direction, following your line of sight as you watch him with a small smile. "of course. what is it?"
like a deer in headlights, he did not expect you to respond in that way, but now he looks back and realises he should have called you out to speak with him rather than ask in front of everyone. he tries to think of a way to get out of this situation, only for kitty to catch on to save minho's ass with: "oh! i think we were thinking of ordering pizza earlier,"
that seems to draw the crowd to kitty as she whips out her phone to order, even your attention is now on her. minho mouths a quick thank you, covey, only for kitty to snort and act invested in which pizza flavour to get. another time, minho thinks, now joining your side physically, and decision-wise in supporting which pizza toppings you wanted.
fast-forward to a couple of days later... this is it, now's the time, minho thinks. in the space of the kitchen where the two of you are alone (kitty gave him a heads up she'll only be back in an hour so now would be a great time), cups of warm tea in possession and him... being lost in the conversation with you as he always does makes him lose track of time.
maybe it was the way you always give him your undivided attention. with the things he's able to talk to you off the bat; the good, the bad, the things that keep minho up at night and you see him past all of the things that hold him captive. being in his father's shadow, drowning in his parents' wealth, his status–it all seems to strip to nothing to just... himself.
and you look at him like love is ever-present in him.
like it is in you.
he doesn't know how to bring it up or whether he can bring it up but when the door swings open, minho sighs when you giddily set your cup down to–"kitty! i got you something!"
the girl remains frozen as she watches you flee from the kitchen, grabbing something from your bag discarded on the floor next to the sofa. kitty turns the cheek to look at minho, who remains his head hanging low as he sinks so far down he might as well be glued to the kitchen counter. that alone gives her the answer that he probably has not asked you the important question and that brings you to–"minho!"
the boy blinks back to reality and kitty sees that. this reality where he minho hasn't manned up and at least give it a try, he's going to regret it for the next few weeks. he frantically fishes out his phone and–"she's not answering her phone!" minho yells. oh my god, he's yelling. he can't help it, the volume came out louder than he had intended but–"go find her! at least try!" kitty spins him around and gives him a nudge. minho can't think straight but his body kicks into overdrive as he dashes out of the room.
once he's out and the door slams behind him, he freezes on the spot. his heart is pacing so fast, he thinks he's about to pass out but... no. no, no, no. this can't be the way. not like this. minho keeps trying to dial your number as he starts going down the list of places you might be at.
library? no. cafeteria? not there either. in one of the classrooms you decide to linger around every now and then–fuck's sake, classes aren't even on anymore, why is he checking here?!
his feet reroutes him to the next best thing: out of the buildings and in the open where he can think of where to go to next. through it all, though, he keeps cursing himself in plenty colourful languages in his mind. the one that keeps repeating itself is: i can't believe i'm a fucking idiot!
his mind is haywire, nearly set on fire the entire time he's scouring the campus for a glimpse of you. he feels like the upper hands of the universe must be laughing at the turn of events. mocking him for his failure with each location he tries to go to only to no avail; left with the dust of loneliness when you're nowhere to be found. he curses under his breath, not knowing where the hell you are especially when you're not reachable through phone.
his feet brings him out of the buildings, through the flush greenery and–the familiar sound of his ringtone vibrates in his pocket. he frantically pulls it out and processes your name flashing across the screen. he manages to answer the call with trembling hands, only to be greeted with: "hey, min! sorry i didn't get to your calls. i didn't realise my phone was dead and i just plugged it into my power bank–"
"where are you, y/n?" minho cuts you off, almost feeling bad for doing so but he doesn't have much time. hell, he hasn't been keeping track of it just so it feels like he has more time to get to you.
he hears you chuckling, and he hates that at a time like this, he can't indulge in the feeling of making you laugh; be it intentional or not.
"turn around, min."
it takes the boy a second or two before he processes your words. he spins around once his mind registers your words and... and there you are. phone to your ear with your power bank plugged to it and... that stupid smile on your face that renders him breathless (including all that running he's been doing for the past ten to fifteen minutes).
his eyes soften at the sight of you, despite his heart doing somersaults because that was the effect you had on him. the power that makes his knees weak and... and...
"are you okay?" you snort, waving a hand in front of his face as you've shoved your phone into your bag, tilting your head at him. he's still catching his breath, heaving as the sweat trickles down his forehead. it seems to catch your attention when you use the sleeve of your sweater, lightly dabbing it to his forehead, "jeez, what were you doing? running a marathon?"
he answers truthfully: "i was looking for you."
"oh," you chuckle, retracting your hand to gesture it to yourself, as if to silently say well, you've found me.
"min," you call softly, swallowing thickly after, "i-is everything alright?"
minho doesn't know where to begin or how to begin. but with the countdown he has in his mind, he knows he has to start somewhere.
"i'm leaving," the words fly out of his mouth quicker than he can stop himself, and when he manages another deep inhale, he appreciates that you wait until he continues. "f-for summer, i'm following my family on the summer tour. my flight's in an hour."
"that's great!" was your immediate response, but when the seconds pass by and the longer you're staring into minho's eyes, it seems like there's more than meets the eye. "w-wait, is that not good? am i supposed to have another reaction?"
minho hates how you're hesitant to say anything further when the smile you have on your face is slowly fading. it's not that he doesn't want to smile, but it just feels like he can't. you see how minho's not returning your smile and something feels off. you can't put your tongue on it and it begins to near scare you but everything comes to a halt when you watch as minho puts his phone into his pocket so his hands are free to... reach for your hand.
he's gentle, as if any sudden movement will scare you away. you're trying to make sense of the situation when minho gives your hand a squeeze, cupping them in his hands as he builds the courage to look up to you, connecting your eyes once more.
"a-and i'd like it if you'd come with me."
he watches as his words sink into your system. how your eyes grow wide and your jaw hangs open but it doesn't look negative... yet. minho feels his heart racing; this could either make or break his summer. him knowing very well despite him going on the tour will unlock new sides to himself... he would love it if he got to spend it with you and just... exist in the world with you while experiencing new sides of the world. the thoughts alone has left him dreaming with a smile... and that's when he knew he wanted to try to make it a reality. to at least give it a shot and now, in this moment with you... he's well-aware it was a fifty-fifty chance.
and that was a chance he was willing to take.
"me? on the summer tour?" you glance down to your hand in his and gulp, blinking back up to him as the words try to formulate themselves: "is there something i'm not catching on here or–"minho's actions makes your words fall into themselves when he steps closer into your personal space bubble. he's... gentle with his advancements despite the urgency lacing his words. yet, the sudden movement doesn't make you back away.
if anything, you lean in when minho's closer to you.
"i... i know it sounds crazy but," he licks his lips, blinking down to the gap between your bodies because he doesn't know if he can look you in the eye as he says: "i wouldn't have anyone else to come with me if it's not you."
the silence is deafening; past the ruffles of the leaves that float on the ground. the low murmurs of passerbys and their footsteps padding away in the distance. the heavy breathing from minho, catching his breath from all the running and the anxiety biting at the back of his neck.
"what if i said no?" you try asking, not that it was your intention but it was a thought you let out loud. you watch as your question makes minho a little sad but he still manages a smile. bittersweet. "then i'd wish you a good summer break... and hope i'd still see you back here."
you nod slowly, your eyes gazing down to watch your hand in his both. you give his hands a squeeze and he reciprocates, still cupping your hand tenderly.
"and what if i said yes?"
those words alone sparked hope into minho's eyes, and you feel it when he tightens the grip out of his subconscious. he takes in a deep breath and exhales shakily, licking his lips before he says: "i can't begin to imagine what it would be like if you said yes. but for starters," he looks up to you, the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart race and calm at the same time–this unspeakable comfort that makes you know, no, feel that being with minho... feels right. "it would make me happy," he murmurs, lowering his eyes from yours to smile to himself, seeing how your feet goes between his feet due to the proximity, "very, very happy."
though it was sudden, though it was out of nowhere, you can't deny that in your heart, this... felt right. it scared you and makes you wonder of all the possibilities of what could go right, wrong but you know regardless of it all, not going with minho would be something you'd regret if you let this chance go. (plus, you didn't have much of a real plan of where to go for the summer anyway. so this was a big step ahead.)
"we have so much to unpack here," you chuckle, shaking your head as you grip onto minho's hand, feeling him return the gesture as he uses a hand to hold onto yours properly, the other cupping the back of the hand of yours he has captive.
"and we'll have time," he says, gazing up to your eyes with the kind of happiness that makes your heart swoon.
"my luggages are still in the dorm," you snort, just now realising they're in the corner of your dorm living room.
"not exactly," minho chuckles, using his eyes to point over your shoulder and you look over it to see kitty and q, out of breath, hunched over your couple of luggages as they try to keep themselves upright with a feeble thumbs up from a distance. you can't help but laugh at the sight before the feeling of minho holding your hand reels your attention back to him.
you watch as he gulps, his hands are beginning to get clammy and you know when minho's nervous. it wasn't your intention to keep him waiting but it's not everyday that someone just asks you to join them to tour several countries in less than an hour. it makes your heart race just thinking about it but... one thing's for certain that you need to clarify: "are you sure?"
minho can't help but laugh. he's been thinking about this for the longest time since he's made the decision to go on the summer tour alone. when the thought of you joining him became a possible equation, it's–"i've been right and wrong about a lot of things," minho murmurs, taking the brave step to lean his forehead onto yours, "but this..." he's already looking at you when you tilt your eyes up to meet with his, "this i'm certain of."
you let your eyes flutter shut with a soft exhale. minho feels the nervousness take over his system with each second that goes by and you don't say anything. then, he feels your fingers filling between his own. before he can bask in the feeling, before he can jump to his conclusions, you say a single word that makes his breath hitch.
"okay."
it's like radio silence. the only thing minho can hear is your voice that he has to be clear on this.
"o-okay?" he leans back, eyes widening with the flood of joy he can't contain when your smile grows first, before your eyes open and now the two of you are a pair of smiling idiots.
"yes, i would love to!"
minho lets go of your hand to pull you into his arms. you're surprised, but it's like your body and heart knows what to do when your arms welcome him in to wrap around his neck. you squeal when he spins you around; feeling him laugh against the side of your ear as he squeezes you tight.
the two of you are about to indulge in the feeling; being in each other's arms but–"i hate to be the bearer of bad news but minho, y/n, continue this at the airport!"
"oh, shit!" minho pulls away from you to let you know that–"the driver's here! we have to go!"
"what?!" is the only thing that comes out from your mouth, the shock renders you speechless that you've conveniently forgot that minho clearly mentioned flight's in an hour.
"hug, kiss, do whatever you want but later! get to the airport!" kitty's voice gives you the nudge you need. you barely have enough time to hug either kitty or q properly and say your goodbyes. minho's grabbing onto your hand, the other grabbing some of your bags and nudging you to do the same before you're left running to where his driver's parked.
from a distance, you can hear kitty and q squealing, but really, all you can focus on is the adrenaline fueling your veins with minho's hand in yours and occasionally glancing to his smile.
(("all of this feels surreal," your words come out in a mere whisper as your eyes drink in the details of the lavish seats; marble panels, the vast space between the seats and quite frankly, the lack of seats which makes everything feel more spacious.
you hadn't realised you had said it out loud when you hear minho saying: "yeah, it does,"
while you're talking about the grandeur of it all, it seems like minho's talking about something else when you meet with his gaze. the warmth and excitement that radiates his pupils makes you smile, even more when you follow his line of sight down to between your bodies.
he has his palm facing up, resting in the space between your bodies. his fingers are a little shaky as he lifts his hand up and rests it on your thigh, close to your knee. you try to be calm and collected but minho doesn't miss the way you press your lips together to avoid smiling too wide as you place your hand in his.
his fingers fill the spaces between yours; like you were made for him to hold and he cherishes it. he gives your hand a squeeze before he decides to close his eyes. you do the same, only difference is that you scoot a little closer towards him to rest your head on his shoulder. he instinctively shifts lower to let you slot your head perfectly and minho's already smiling as he drifts away to sleep.
knowing that the weeks ahead, the dream he has of you following him on the summer tour, is now a reality when he feels you close to him and the fingers of yours between his own.))
summary ⇾ minho thinks he's pretty good at keeping his feelings at bay, but sometimes, the silence tends to challenge him
details ⇾ 1,273 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x gn!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / the au where minho's absolutely (silently) whipped for someone (and kitty and q are somehow big shippers)
notes ⇾ not me coming back just to write this but hey, i gave xo, kitty a shot and not surprisingly adoring minho ; w ;
a regular occurrence that no one no longer bats their eyes at is the way at any given point, minho could be found by your side despite the claim of i don't have any issues studying alone, as a matter of fact? sit on the other side, you're blocking the light. yet, somehow, minho's willing to give up the window seat he eyes when it's your bag and belongings that claims the seat.
today was no different.
minho finds himself well-acquainted with the seat next to you; almost too comfortably nudging your things aside to make room for himself. it makes you scoff–not out of annoyance–in amusement as you turn the cheek to raise your brow at him.
"well, hello to you too, then," minho jabs, quietly (because this is a library) but the sass in his tone is ever-present.
"there are plenty of seats available, mr. moon," you huff, placing a hand on one of your books to prevent him from putting his things down next to you just yet. he grabs the chair and leans down, squinting his eyes at you, "i don't believe i'm asking if i can sit here," he juts his chin towards the book you have captive, "i am sitting here."
minho hates–hates–how you lean closer towards him that it almost makes him lean back despite appreciating how close you are to him. it was your turn to narrow your eyes at him with the slight purse of your lips and how fucking adorable.
if there's anything that you can attribute minho to, it would be he doesn't back down without a fight. he challenges you by blowing the baby hairs on your forehead due to the close proximity, earning himself a chuckle from you.
"it'll be my treat when we get a snack break later, so please for the love of god, just move your shit."
and if there's anything–more than the many things–minho adores about you (but won't ever tell you just yet), it's the way you mirror his passion in a way that makes his heart swell.
"i get to choose the convenience store?" you're smiling so hard, it spills over in your words as you blink up to him.
minho sighs, "to your heart's desire, my love."
that earns him a gummy grin from you as your arm quite literally shoves everything aside to create the vast amount of space for him to settle in. "welcome in, mr. handsome."
even though minho rolls his eyes, he's trying to mask the smile that threatens to form on his lips when you giddily put your things away properly, scooting to the side a little to accommodate more space for him. he dislikes that you seem to be further away but when he actually sits down and feels you bumping shoulders with him, he's thankful that you give him space or it'll definitely feel like it's too hot in here.
he swallows thickly and settles in, shaking his nerves as he leans back in the seat, eyes carefully drifting over to you to see that you're taking the assignment pretty seriously. he begins to unload his bag, fishing out his laptop and a notebook. it's like you've read his mind (or memorised his patterns) when you mindlessly nudge your pencil case towards his direction despite having your eyes glued onto your book with a highlighter. a smile quirks onto his face as he murmurs a soft thanks, then grabbing a pen to fiddle with as he attempts to take a crack at the work he's assigned with.
the hands of time ticks away, the students begin to file out of the library as it nears the time for the next round of classes (except it doesn't concern either you or minho), which is why he hasn't bothered you from your little "break". quite the contrary, he lets you use his folded blazer as a place for you to rest your head to pillow between the table.
he normally doesn't condone this, but when he knows you've had a late night the night before, it was almost too easy for him to make the decision to pull his folded blazer out for you to–well, goodnight, y/n. he smiles to himself when he sees how accustomed you are to closing your eyes and drifting away in slumber... with one of his hands held captive.
he has this fear... that some way, through the pulse of his fingertips you have in yours, that you can feel how hard his heart is pounding in his chest. how you can render him to feel the whole damn zoo bubbling from within without saying anything at all. he bites down on his tongue to offer himself a sort of relief, even when he knows it's useless. all he does is sigh as he rests his chin in his palm, pretending like it's no big deal as he continues to stare at his laptop... when in fact, everything turns into a blur as his eyes trail down to the keyboard, occasionally glancing over to you with the smile he continuously tries to hide.
he fears that one day, his fear would surface as a weakness instead. that it'll take you away from him. break from this little reverie of happiness he has.
but for now... with the soft glow of the sunlight casted over your features as you peacefully take intakes of air, cheek pressed to his blazer, hand gently holding onto his (because now he had duties as your human alarm clock)... minho allowed himself to have this little piece of heaven.
((minho regrets looking up when he hears his name being whispered in the quiet of the library. he meets with two familiar pair of eyes that makes him scowl.
did y/n come here to nap? q mouths, followed by kitty's half-whisper, half-squeal as she whips out her phone, trying to hide the biggest grin on her face as she captures the moment.
and are you here to accompany them? q mouths again, only to get nothing in response from minho apart from his glare.
"woah, tough crowd," kitty grabs q by the arm, dragging the both of them out of the situation.
it's only a couple of beats before kitty half-yells, "check your phone later, minho!"
before minho can respond, he's more worried about you waking up that he turns to look at you. he sighs as you remain resting peacefully, keeping one of his hands captive with a small smile to your face. (unknowingly, it makes the boy smile, too)
//
the vibration against minho's thigh makes him pull out his phone with his free hand. he gulps before he taps on the unread message from kitty. upon clicking on [download] to view the image, minho has to suck the insides of his cheek to stop himself from smiling when he sees it's the view from q and kitty a couple of steps away from where he's sat with you.
his hand in yours, your head resting on his blazer, the sunlight glow casting the outline on both of your silhouette and... the softness in his own eyes as they're locked onto you.
he tries not to indulge too much, tapping out of the photo to text:
you better keep this to yourself, covey [3:32pm] (read)
my lips (and hands) are sealed 🤐 [3:33pm]
minho is about to text a thank you, but finds himself cursing under his breath when the next text from kitty makes him–
for now, at least ;) [3:33pm]
but when you're squeezing his hand, unconscious and sitting next to him... he'll ignore it and pretend like everything is okay. for now, everything is at ease and peaceful and sometimes, he'd rather keep things this way if it meant security in having you beside him.))
It's been a bit since I've read things. My brain makes it a little bit hard to focus on things these past year but I am slowly getting back into fic reading. Sooooooo I'm definitely setting some sights at that txt blog. Good fluff is never hard to resist.
Things around Tumblr have changed so so so much. I'm very glad to see someone familiar. And I hope to continue seeing you 💙💙
Thank you!!! I know you haven't written in a long time, for bts no less, so you dont have to write if none of this doesnt inspire you. but just for old times sake:
Imagine boxer!you trying to come up with cute ways to announce to Jin that you're pregnant. He ends up ruining just about every time you try.
Imagine calling in radio.dj!yoongi to talk to him, trying to act as an unknown caller when he knows exactly who you are, and you tell him that you're pregnant but you don't know how to tell your SO.
Imagine professor!namjoon finding the positive pregnancy test in your trash.
Imagine bartender!hoseok somehow realizes that you're pregnant before you even know.
Imagine being scared to tell sugardaddy!jimin that you're pregnant but he's lowkey more excited than you ever imagined possible.
Imagine knight!taehyung planning to brace himself to tell the king that he is the father of princess!you's baby, while you're still ready to make plans to run away.
Imagine not-so-baby jeon telling to you that his wife is pregnant before announcing to the rest of the boys.
ouh smiles this is so so lovely to see and go through but i no longer write for bts :/ im only active with writing for txt and khh artists (mainly just simon dominic lololol) on my other sideblogs! but it's lovely to have seen this and go through a bit of memory lane and the muses i once wrote for <3
It is, feeling that way, mostly because I feel I have done a lot of growing into myself that last 4 years for sure but maybe longer, and because they did music for the fans really I haven't felt the same connection with them. So it will be interesting to see what happens when they have a full group comeback. Either way though, I am grateful for the time I did have as a fan.
I think I'm just gonna go back to asking over here cause asking over there feels a little weird funky sjdbsjdbs. Condolences about your father but I'm glad that things are looking up for you. Things will get better in time 🩵
As for me... A bunch of random things have happened I guess? I graduated from polytech a long while ago. Properly pinned down my sexuality/romantic inclination. I rebooted my writing blog. My hyper fixations have spread into niche places. All in all, I'm doing pretty good!
Do you have any new plans with the coming new year? Anything fun?
- neighbour anon
ehehe no worries my love!! and thank you, i do think things will get better in time <3
ahhhhhh so many life changes!!! woah!!!! that's so so good to hear!!! i hope everything falls into place (which sounds like they are HEHEHE) and many many many successes to you ahead!!!
i think it's getting back into my txt blog (@qqtxt shameless plug) and now rebooting my old KHH writing blog (which is now moved to a new blog @sdomino !) and ofc getting to a new year with my current job i've been with for a year now, much exciting times!!
You are not the only one to fall out of the whole BTS fandom, I have as well. I have tried to get back into them, but I find that since they are so popular globally now, the things I loved about them I don't get to have because they are always so busy. The bangtan bombs were always my favorite thing to watch. The younger fans make it easy for me to leave, because I see them as people, just everyday people now, and a lot of people don't.
I myself am trying to figure out a way to let them go that fits me because it has nothing to do with them or me disliking them, it's just they served their purpose in my life and now I need to let them go.
aw i get how you feel, and that's totally fine! i mean if it means making peace with it and letting them go, then i think that's the best for you :3
omg hello smiles!!! i haven't spoken to you in ages!!! how are you? :3
i'm.... i've been away on tumblr bc i lost my dad :/ he was in the icu for a couple of months and recently passed so that's why i've been away but i'm back on tumblr now :)
🀲 pairing: jung kiseok (simon dominic) x reader / 1120 words / (mostly) fluff, (tiny) angst 🌸☔️
🀲 in some cases, actions does speak louder than words
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Kiseok would always resort to actions rather than words first when it came to apologising... which was funny when you think about it. As someone who writes and lives off producing lyrics for a living, performing on stage with just his words and voice, he's using everything but that when it come down to an apology. Not sure if it was you, not sure if it was just the way nature revolves around anything remotely reminding him of you, but it... just feels better and more sincere whenever it happens.
And you remember it clearly because–you always act before you speak.
Isn't it more sincere that way?
Well, consider this more than you had anticipated when he's pushed you so far to the point you can't see him–for now, at least. It's been an hour since you resorted to walking away past the onslaught of words he threw your way; to your face and aiming straight for the heart. You know better than to take any offense to it when what he does for a living is quite... pressuring, to say the least.
Biting your tongue and walking away is what you do best... but not before reminding him who he was talking to and get his head out of his ass when he's ready to speak to you. Kiseok was grateful–so grateful that he has someone like you who can tolerate him. More than words can embody, more than his mind can imagine.
So he approaches you after an hour of letting him you cool off in one of the vacant studios. Normally, he would ask for hints from Sunghwa (who deemed to be the one you went to oftentimes) or Jaebum (who would notice something is wrong and already offer his ears) but today, none of that. He ended up walking all over the building just to try to get a glimpse of you. He stops at the second door on the seventh floor he was on, noticing that in the midst of emptiness and vacancy, an oddly familiar looking figure catches his eyes from the peep window.
He swallows thickly and places a hand on the door, reluctant to enter despite that being the only thing he wants to do. After a couple of breaths, he decides fuck it and pushes the door open to the person he's been running all over to look for. There you are, standing by an electric piano, fingers fiddling with the keys. Carefully, he closes the door behind him and remains at where he is, as if he's waiting to see if you'd walk out... and he'll let you. Simply because there's no way he'll force you to listen to him or allow him to hold you if you didn't want it.
But... when you stay at where you are, mindlessly dragging your fingers over the keys of the keyboard before tapping on them one after another to a tune that calms your heart, he takes it as a cue to move forward.
He starts thinking of what to do when he steps closer towards you but... all plans fly out of the window when his body takes over. He stands a mere step behind you as he watches your hands stop moving, hovering over the keyboard that he carefully takes ahold of them so he can hold onto your hands as he folds them over in front of your torso as his chest molds against your back, pulling you to his chest silently.
The warmth is spreading through your body like fluttering kisses on your skin, waves of comfort flushing out any ill feelings left festering a while back. He leans in and noses along your neck, his arms squeezing you as he feels the way your hands willingly slot between his fingers as you let him hold you.
All is soon forgotten when you let him lure you away from the piano. Not too far, only a few steps away before you let go of his hands to turn around to face him. He does this thing with his face–torn between looking like a lost puppy and attempting to look strong... only for the lost puppy to win when you put your arms around him to hug him properly.
You can hear him smiling with the way he sighs in delight, arms immediately finding their way to wrap around you. He relishes in the way your face slots against his neck and he puts a hand behind your head to keep you there; arms coiling around you as he kisses the side of your head.
"I'm sorry," He murmurs, against your temple as he kisses you again, lips resting over your ear, "I'm so sorry,"
You have your hands on his chest as you push him back a little, so you can peek up to look at him, "It's okay,"
Your hands remain on his chest, drawing small circles with your palms as you watch a smile twitches on his face as you say: "But you're scary as fuck when you're stressed,"
"I know, I know," He chuckles, dipping lower so he can bury his face in your neck. The softness of his lips tickle your neck before you feel a gentle kiss, followed by the breath of his words: "But I'm trying to control that,"
"Yeah... I guess..." You tease, and you can tell he knows it when he huffs against your neck, pulling back so he can squint at you. The squint turns into a smile he can't resist when you lock gazes. You let him lure you towards his lips as he cups your chin. He kisses you; melting away any of his bitter words that left poisoning on your tongue, sweetening the taste of his love when he spells it out on your lips to remind you.
He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
"I am getting better, no?" His head tilts a little as he asks.
You snort, tapping his chest, "Yeah yeah, but you still do kinda scare me–"he whines"–hey...!"
This time, you're smiling widely as you press your forehead up against his, and you like how you can kind of see yourself in his eyes.
"Do you love me?" He whispers, hands smoothening over your waist as he holds you there.
With a grin, you nod, "Of course, I love you."
"Even when I'm moody?" He raises a brow, yet, it's like he knows the answer, he just wants to hear it.
With a wider smile and a light kiss to his nose, you nod again, as if you know he knows, but you're there to prove it each time: "Even when you're moody."
