When I get messages anon or not to my inbox, I get so emotional. It's so weird that a person out there, in a different part of the world, who hasn't meet me or see my face, cares for me, send me love and good wishes. It's weird, but not in a bad way, in a good way . Maybe I just don't know a word to explain this feeling.
Sometimes people in our daily life, whom we see everyday, whom we spend lots of time, doesn't care us this much. They don't see the small things about us, or maybe we don't feel comfortable enough to share with them. But here people who hasn't meet in real life, can see real parts of each other's soul. They don't judge for how you look, what you wear, where are you from, what's your religion or political idea is. They only know as much as you share, they know you from mutual interest. It is such a pure communication. Without having a prejudice against each other. Sending love to a stranger, caring for a stranger, wishing well for a stranger...
It's so weird, yet it is so beautiful.
I want to thank everyone who pops up in my blog, whom I see frequently in my notifications, who send a kind message to my inbox or dm, who show love and support to my writings, who followed me, who reblogged or shared good posts that made me feel better, who write my favorite fics...
I am a little socially awkward, especially in real life. But here too. I am very bad a texting or keep contacting. I postpone answering messages sometimes because i dont feel ready to talk or answer or don't know what to say. Not because i don't want to, but i feel awkward sometimes. I rather send love from my heart and wish the best for them.
So, if i answer late, or text awkwardly and the talk got boring, i can't keep up contact, doesn't answer your tags etc., please know that I appreciate it, i appreciate you and your friendship. I just don't know what to say, how to answer, how to thank, how to ask someone how have they been, how to comfort or console someone. So I postpone or avoid doing it sometimes.
So if I have done any of these to you, please know that I care for you and appreciate you. Your friendship means a lot.
I opened this blog when I had such hard time with having friends in college. I was very depressed, always alone, envying other students who are hanging out with their friends. Hanging out with your friends or having friends is such a normal, daily life something, but why couldn't I do that? I was thinking and pitying my self. But this blog gave me friends, confidence, happiness and I spent lots of time here and enjoyed it. So it means a lot to me.
Synopsis: Â Jungkook acts all tough and cool, but as soon as he is around you, he gets all shy and flustered.
Warnings: mdni, 18+, tattoo artist! Jungkook, baker! reader, tattoo artist! Yoongi, tattoo artist! Taehyung, tattoo studio owner! Jin, baker! Jimin, cashier! Namjoon, bad boy aesthetic! Jungkook, Jungkook down bad, cute fluff, etc.
wc: 3.1k +
The first time Jungkook sees you, he takes a double-take.
He was walking down the crowded sidewalk with a confident stride, swarms of people parting for him like the Red Sea as he headed to work. His tattoos were on full display, the spring day warm enough for him to wear a graphic muscle t-shirt he had cut up months ago. His dark jeans sat a little low on his toned hips, held up by a metal chain, and even more chains hung from his belt loops, clinking together as he moved down the street.
It was ten a.m., and the city buzzed with life. Construction workers were yelling at each other over scaffolding, taxi drivers were honking for other cars to move, and messenger bikes zoomed between the cars stuck in traffic. It was loud, fast-paced, and never-ending. The city that didnât sleep. And Jungkook was in the middle of it all.
As a tattoo artist, he set his own schedule, rolling out of bed with chipped black nail polish and tousled hair. His fingers were adorned with multiple rings, and his chunky black shoes were giving his already tall height even more of a towering grace.
He was still half asleep as he turned the corner on Mikrokosmos street; his only goal was to make it to the studio in time before Jin gave him another scolding for âprofessionalismâ and âtime management.â He had been late too many times, leaving their receptionist to set up his station as he strolled in ten minutes before his first client of the day.
Jungkook flexed his fingers, tapping an unknown beat into the side of his pants as he kept walking. He needed to go two more blocks, and he would be at his home away from home, the studio he worked at, Arirang. But just as the thought had passed, his nose twitched, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee filtering the air and making his head turn.
Across the street, just on the corner, he could see a cafe. The cafe seemed out of place, surrounded by big skyscrapers, nestled with outdoor seating for anyone wanting to enjoy the nice weather outside. Jungkook could see a few businessmen sitting at one of the free tables, coffee cups in between them as they both read the newspaper. From where Jungkook stood, the cafe was cute. The cursive neon yellow sign behind the window read âSweet & Savory.â And Jungkook knew that it was the cafe that had the sweet aroma coming from it.
Before he could think twice, he quickly whipped his head right and then left before crossing the street to get a better view. He was already wondering if they had warmed butter croissants when he heard a chirp next to him. âWelcome! Would you like to try our white chocolate cherry brownie bar?â
Jungkook is ready to give the person who greeted him a deadpan look when he catches the way your eyes shine. He could practically see little stars in them, and it made him come to a complete stop. You look up at him, hopeful, a soft smile on your face as you hold a tray lined with little paper cups. Inside the little sample cups is a brownie square no bigger than two of his fingers, with a white and red swirl mixed in.Â
And Jungkook doesnât know why, but his heart squeezes in his chest so hard, his mouth drops open, dumbfounded. âWhat?â His eyes are trying to take in everything about you. He watches your glossy lips curve up even more somehow as you repeat yourself, offering him a free brownie sample right outside the front door of the cafe.
Youâre wearing a brown apron, tied tightly around your waist, your hair pulled up and away from your face to show the soft blush on your cheeks. Jungkook blinks, and then blinks again, his brain running on overdrive.
Youâre so cute, heâs stunned. And without thinking, he just snatches three and pops them in his mouth with a muffled, âThanks.â His response was slightly flustered before he slipped into the cafe out of sheer panic. The brownie is fantastic; he didnât even know he liked cherries with chocolate, but now he does.
And while he was in the cafe, he decided he should buy coffee too, you were right outside the door, and heâd have to pass you again. He wasnât going to be weird and do it empty-handed.
When he leaves the cafe ten minutes later, heâs got four coffees and three pastries, including a white chocolate and cherry brownie just for himself. And youâre still outside, greeting each person walking by while holding the tray in both hands.
His face is flushed when you turn to him as he slips from the front door. Your eyes flash from his face, his ears a light pink, to the drink holder he holds with all his coffees. Your smile dips for one second in thought before youâre hitting him with another dazzling smile. âDid you like the brownie?â You ask, and Jungkook has to look away, or he might do something embarrassing.
But then he does something embarrassing, stuttering like a fool as he clears his throat. âYeah, uh, for me- I got one for me.â
If the ground could swallow him up, now would be the time.
âOh, yay! I was one of the bakers who made them! Iâm happy you like them!â Jungkookâs heart thumps and then twists, and he blacks out.
-
âCoffee? You got us coffee?â Yoongi lifts his head up from his iPad, halfway through sketching the sickest traditional dragon for someoneâs leg on his tablet. The older man tucks a fallen strand of his hair behind his ear, his eyes dilating onto the four coffees in Jungkookâs hands with curious eyes.
Jungkook feels a little dazed; he isnât sure how he made it to work, to be honest. One moment, you were giving him a lovely smile, and the next he was standing before Yoongi feeling lost.
âI donât drink coffee,â Taehyung pipes up from his station, his foot resting on his thigh as he twirls his iPad pen between his fingers nonchalantly.Â
âYeah, I know. I got you a blueberry muffin.â Jungkookâs answer is satisfying for the artist. Taehyung stands up, his loafer-covered feet bringing him closer to Jungkook as he grins like a cat who got milk.
âYou know me so well,â Taehyung hums and takes the little folded brown bag from on top of the coffee. Taehyung goes as far as to kiss Jungkook on the cheek before going back to his station pleased with himself.
Jungkook blinks down at the other brown bag in his hands, clutched tightly under his fingers as he continues to balance four coffees. He can feel the weight of the brownie, and he can feel a heat crawl up his neck, dusting his cheeks in a light pink as he thinks about you standing outside.
Yoongi seems to quietly appear out of nowhere, gently grabbing a hot latte with a low hum of approval. âDid you see something you liked on your way here, or did you just run to give us this?â
Yoongiâs voice is soft, but his lips twitch into an amused grin that makes Jungkook internally groan. But luckily, Jungkook is saved when Hoseok comes in while clapping his hands excitedly.
âI smell coffee!â
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The second time Jungkook sees you, youâre not outside handing out samples. Instead, youâre restocking the pastries after the lunch rush, your smile bright as you chit-chat with your co-worker.
Hoseok had begged Jungkook to tell him where he had gotten the strawberry cream croissant that he had given the older man. And after much persistence on Hobiâs behalf, Jungkook had finally caved in, telling Hobi heâd take him there before work on Friday. And no, he didnât cave because he wanted to see you again.
But the moment he steps inside the cute cafe, his eyes betray him. His head does a slow turn, scanning through the people to find the friendly face he had seen only two weeks before. Jungkook could barely hear Hobi yapping his ear off when he finally saw you.Â
Youâre in the same uniform. Hair up, brown apron tied tightly at the waist, your eyes sparkling as all the employees yell a happy greeting when the two men walk in. He catches your eyes briefly, his cheeks flushing a red color as he quickly turns to Hobi, who was mid-sentence about something involving his latest client, and panics. âMaybe we should go?â
Hobiâs face scrunches up in confusion, cut off, and raises an eyebrow at the younger one. âNo. We just got here? I want my croissant.â
âI can buy you a croissant at StarBros!â
âWelcome back!â You chirp, smiling brightly at Jungkook over the glass case holding all the baked goods. Your eyes are only on him as both Hobi and Jungkook look at you, and Jungkook sees your coworker giggle. The name tag reads Jimin, and Jungkook feels his face burn brighter.
Hobi sees this all unfold quietly, both of his eyebrows raising now as he sees Jungkook freeze. It was unlike Jungkook; he was always cool and confident, and nothing ever really bothered him. And it makes Hobi's eyes glitter as realization dawns on him, âOh.â
Itâs said so softly that anyone would miss it, but not Jungkook, his fingers curl into his palm, his fists hanging at his sides as Hobi fails to hide his amusement for the younger man. âH-hi.â
Jungkook fucking stutters, and Hobi is close to speed dialing the shop if it wasnât for Jungkook gripping his wrist with inhuman strength.
You, on the other hand, donât stop smiling, your body leaning closer to Jungkook as you speak up. âHi! We donât have the brownies anymore; they were only being made for that week you got them.â You go on this little tangent, words spilling out fast as you tell them that promotions are always going on, and things change, and etcetera. The whole time you speak, Jungkook hangs onto every word like he might get a quiz later on it, his hand crushing Hobiâs wrist as you finally finish with a beaming smile.
In ten minutes, Jungkook and Hobi leave the cafe. Hobi has the strawberry cream croissant, Jungkook holds a pastry you personally suggested, like itâs treasure, and Hobi waits only for them to round the corner when he bursts out laughing.
Jungkook glares, his lips curving downward as his ears burn red at Hoseokâs teasing. He goes as far as rolling his eyes as Hobi laughs with his whole body, slapping Jungkook on the arm.
âWhatever,â he grumbles, stalking down the road to the studio, holding his pastry and listening to Hoseok trail after him, wheezing.
When Jungkook takes a bite of his pastry, a little while later, his eyes roll back from the sweet and decadent taste, his eyes closing as he pictures you.
-
Jungkook is being followed, and it makes his shoulders tense.
It was a slow day in the studio, with only a few clients that were spaced out, leaving him a little break time around noon. And it was the perfect time, in Jungkookâs opinion, to get a little pick-me-up. The idea of an iced americano or maybe a frappe with something savory was the final decision on him leaving his work real quick to head to his new favorite bakery.
He had been there a few times now after the Hobi incident, always alone, because Jungkook had learned from his mistakes. But the times he went, you happened to be off that day, or in the back prepping, and leaving Jungkook just a few glimpses of you before he left with a little pout.
This time, his hopes are high. Heâs pretty sure he can redeem himself and not stutter. He refuses to die out of embarrassment. And his walk carries his confidence as he wears a fitted black t-shirt tucked into jeans with his beat-up Converse. Itâs a nice day to ride his motorcycle, and itâs what heâs thinking about when he hears a familiar footstep slightly behind him.
He had been hearing it for the last block, and he was finally at his wits end, stopping completely. When he stopped, whoever was behind him stopped, and Jungkookâs eyes squeezed shut. âI swear to-â Jungkook lets out a breath and turns around to meet Taehyung's lazy grin.
âHey.â
âWhy are you following me?â Jungkook ignores the older manâs greeting, his eyebrows furrowing as Taehyungâs grin never falters. âWhat do you want?â
Taehyung shoves his hands in the front pockets of his pants, all relaxed and getting onto Jungkookâs nerves as he shrugs. âThat blueberry muffin you gave me was good.â
Jungkook feels as if he rolls his eyes any harder, they will get stuck, so instead, he sighs. âIâll get you one on my way back,â Jungkook negotiates, and Taehyung doesnât take the bait.
âNo.â
Seven minutes later, Taehyung is standing next to Jungkook as he looks at all the different pastries sitting in the glass case. Jungkookâs ears burn with a soft blush, his plans unraveling as you greet them.
When you saw Jungkook, you immediately walked over to help them and let Jimin take over in training the new hire. âJimin,â it was the first time Jungkook heard you sound so serious. âNamjoon is not allowed in the kitchen, just âfront of houseâ.â
Jimin salutes jokingly, Namjoon sheepishly smiles, and the two men man the register as you turn your attention to Taehyung and Jungkook. âHow can I help you guys?â
Taehyung hums and immediately gets down to business, âI would die for a blueberry muffin and that raspberry lemon bar you have on the left.â Jungkook canât help but watch as you nod your head eagerly, getting to work to grab whatever Taehyung wants before you finally give Jungkook all of your attention.
âAnd for you?â Jungkookâs heart canât handle the smile you give him. His heart starts thumping, trying to escape his chest, as you look up at him with soft eyes. âDo you want to have something in particular, or are we still going off on whatever I suggest?â You hum, and he can hear the amusement loud and clear.
For a moment, Jungkook thinks maybe you're flirting with him, and the thought alone has Jungkookâs heart twisting.
He blacks out and only comes to when Taehyung smacks his shoulder as they walk back to the studio. Somehow, they are only a block away, and he doesnât even know what happened.
But Taehyung does, and heâs squeezing his shoulder with a look that makes Jungkook flustered. âDude,â Taehyung is so sincere as he talks to Jungkook; it just makes it even more embarrassing for Jungkook. âItâs like you never spoken to a woman before.â
âFuck.â Jungkook would fall to his knees, but he swears heâs not that pathetic and instead, eats his emotions by stuffing whatever pastry he ended up buying in his mouth. It doesnât help that itâs the best-tasting thing heâs had all day. And his brain slips up as he briefly wonders what youâd taste like before Taehyung comes in with another round of teasing.
âNo, like I was trying to get Jiminâs number because we were born the same year, and I couldnât because you were like a car accident. I couldnât look away.â
-
By this point, everyone in the studio knows about Jungkookâs crush. Too many people had witnessed the tough and confident Jungkook change into a shy and flustered mess because of you, and it was amusing to no end.
Jin would tease Jungkook, threatening to bring his crush here if Jungkook continued to get on his nerves - all lovingly - but it still brought a blush onto Jungkookâs face regardless.
He hadnât stopped by the cafe for a little over a week now, just busy with clients as the weather warmed up to the summer. He still would turn his head to look, though, when he walked to work, trying to see if he could see you from across the street.
He honestly felt a little shy to say he wished he could find the time to see you, to try again, but by the time he was free, your shift would probably be over.
Thatâs why, as he quietly sketched at his station on a Saturday morning, he doesnât expect to see you.
Itâs 11 am, and surprisingly, all the artists are in between clients, catching up on emails or working for their next client when the door rings open.
Jungkook hears his receptionist greet whoever comes in, and he doesnât bother to look up. His eyebrows are furrowing in concentration, his tongue playing with his lip piercing mindlessly as he briefly hears their receptionist speak up. âOh! For us?â
Jungkookâs head lifts, and his jaw drops a little as he watches you hand coffees over to the receptionist, your face flushed. Jimin is right next to you, beyond amused by the whole thing as he holds pastries.
âIs there a muffin for me?â Taehyung exclaims and literally hops over to the blonde man as the whole studio looks on.
âI uh,â Jungkook is surprised, but even more so when you stutter and walk to his station a little nervously. It makes him sit up straighter, his eyes rounding as you give him a shy smile. âI havenât seen you around lately. Just checking in on you.â
You say it softly, and Jungkookâs heart soars, warming his entire body. He might have to take his leather jacket off. âMe?â He canât look away from you, taking in your blush and sweet smile as his heart races. âI know, Iâm sorry, gotta little busy with summer here.â
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, just as shy as you, when he hears Jimin huff. âOh my god.â
âI know-â Taehyung agrees, and Jungkook is about to tell them to fuck off when you speak up.
âWould you like to go out sometime?â
You look at him only, your eyes glittering as you smile at him, and he finds himself speechless momentarily. He nods, slowly at first, before finally finding his words. âUh, yeah, how does Tuesday work for you?â
Jungkook watches your face light up, your head nodding as you tell him it sounds perfect.
Within ten minutes, you and Jimin leave, and within ten seconds after that, his studio cheers. âFucking finally!â Taehyung exclaims while Hobi cackles.
Yoongi claps him on the back for a âgood job.â While Jin actually snorts, âAlright, took you long enough!â
Jungkook knows they all tease him with love, but he hears none of it. His eyes are on the cute little pastry inside the brown bag next to a coffee with your phone number on it. He reads the message with a dopey grin, the âcall me?â followed by a heart searing into his brain.
older bf! Jimin likes to playfully tease you. His confidence and flirtiness only grow with age, and he finds too much amusement in the way your cheeks flush when he plays too much.
But it's only natural for him. His eyes always search for yours, and when he finds you in a crowd, he can't help but gravitate towards you.
"You look too pretty to be left alone," He murmurs with a knowing grin, and your cheeks flush as you turn to him.
"Jimin-"
He softly laughs at the way you try to scold him. This was a work event; he should be focusing on that, but instead, he's pulling you into his arms, his smile playful. "That's right, say my name again, my love. You say it so sweetly."
older bf! Jimin likes to feed you, letting you sit back and look pretty as he offers you the food with a little smirk. He teases that you're just too adorable, and he can't resist offering you the sweet treat while you two are on a date.
When you take a bite, his eyes shine with amusement, and you're only wondering why for a second before he's leaning closer, slowly wiping the frosting from the corner of your mouth.
You watch with parted lips as he casually brings his thumb up, licking it clean like it's nothing. When his eyes meet yours again, he pushes the plate closer to you. "One more bite."
And suddenly, you're feeling warm all over, as he looks at you expectantly.
older bf! Jimin likes to surprise you with gifts. Now that he is older, he's got money to spare, and his favorite pastime is spending it on you.
It's as simple as sneaking in your favorite snacks when you two are grocery shopping. You scold him into eating healthier because, as you put it, he's an "old man." It's your favorite way to tease him, but when your favorite unhealthy snack ends up on the kitchen counter, all your joking subsides, and he gets to see the smile he fell in love with appear on your lips as you reach for the snack with a happy hum.
Other times, it's when you two are out and about doing errands. You had looked at a bag, or jewelry - anything really - too long, and suddenly he's holding an extra shopping bag, presenting it to you with a knowing smile.
"Jimin-" you try to scold, but he's having none of it.
"Let me love you. You deserve only the nicest of things, my love."
older bf! Jimin shows you his love by being attentive.
When you come home, he's asking you how your day is, pulling you onto his lap as you melt into his chest. His hand swirls mindless patterns into your back as you talk, and he hangs onto every word.
He genuinely loves listening to you. Hearing about your annoying co-workers, or your plans you have with friends next week. His heart fills with so much love, knowing he's your safe space and that you can tell him anything because he pays attention to you and your needs.
To be loved is to be seen, and for him, you're all that he sees.
Warning: mdni 18+, fluff!, jk is silly but so are you, soft
WC: 1095
When you tell Jungkook he is not a father, yet, your lips curve into an amused grin as he pumps his fist in the air in victory.
Heâs ridiculous, beaming that dazzling smile in your direction as he slowly understands what those words mean. He giggles, arms spreading wide to lure you in. âAw, is my ketchup packet back for the week?â His teasing should piss you off, but his dumb nickname gets you every time.
You giggle, shaking your head at your boyfriend. âReally? Ketchup packet?â And dead serious, Jungkook squeezes his arms around your waist.
âMy ketchup packet.â Like it makes it better.
And not even an hour later, heâs got you sliding into the booth of the best KBBQ restaurant in the area. Your boyfriend had a ritual ever since he read that protein like steak was the best for when you first start your period. Without delay, he does a date night at either a steakhouse or your favorite, Korean BBQ.
He does everything, from ordering your favorite food to cooking everything, his one hand flipping the variety cuts of meat he had ordered while his other hand quietly massaged your thighs under the table.
You happened to be a little bit more physically affectionate when you were menstruating, so Jungkook is happily keeping you pressed against his side as he cuts the food and gives you heaping portions, babbling to you about his newest fixation - this new pc game he started playing in his free time. The words are just a bunch of jargon you donât understand but you still do your best to listen as he feeds you a chunky bit of steak enthusiastically.
Jungkookâs love language is acts of service. He liked being dependable and caring for his loved ones.
When you two get home, full of yummy food, he sets you up like an iPad kid. Placing your weighted plush otter on your lower back, he watches as you curl over your body pillow, breathing slowly through your cramps. He peppers sweet kisses to your head and cheeks as he sets up your favorite show before sweetening you up by bringing you your favorite candy. Chocolate was a craving you sometimes got when youâre on your period, so your apartment usually had a stock of it for when that time of the month came.
When cramps became too much to handle alone, Jungkook is right there. His hands are diligently rubbing against your body, massaging your tense muscles until youâre no longer moaning in pain but moaning in relief. He doesnât stop until youâre putty in his hands, falling asleep while you curl around him so cutely.
And when he goes to sleep, heâs wrapped around you. His palm is warm and pressed into your lower abdomen, while his chest is against your back. He pretty much sleeps half on top of you. His big body a nice pressure against your sensitive one, plus Jungkook just loves being on you regardless. If he isnât half on you, heâs got you on him. His nose is buried into the curve of your neck, soft breaths falling from his lips and warming your back as he sleeps.
If you need a new grocery run for pads or tampons, heâs the one going. Heâs got pictures of your favorite brand and type saved on his phone; his eyes are just wide-eyed, scanning the shelves while flickering back to his pictures. His tongue plays with his lip piercing until heâs got what he needs, and heâs presenting them to you with a little, âfor my ketchup packet.â
You may feel bloated or ugly on your period, wearing what you designated as your âperiod panties,â but Jungkook thinks itâs far from the truth. He gets to see you trudge around your shared apartment in his clothes. He already upsizes his clothes so they are baggy on him. When they are on you? They drown you. Itâs adorable to see you frown, grumpy, while his sweatpants fall down your waist, and you have to hold them up. He also just thinks itâs cute that you find comfort in his scent, and thatâs also why you wear his clothes as much as possible.
When you flop onto the couch with a low groan, hugging a pint of ice cream to your chest possessively, he giggles. You shoot him a glare that does nothing to him; it only gets him pulling your feet onto his lap. His fingers are magic, massaging your feet as you scroll through options of what you two would watch tonight. A movie? A show? As long as Jungkook gets to see you inhale that pint of ice cream all on your own, heâs amused and happy to be here.
You grumble under your breath, and heâs already snickering. A âhuh?â falls from his lips as you scrunch your nose at him.
âStop staring at me! Look at the movie!â You pout and he dares to laugh at you. His thumb was rubbing deep circles into the arches of your feet.
âWhy? Iâve never seen someoneâs jaw unhinged that wide for ice cream before-â a pillow smacks his face and heâs laughing harder, watching you fail at hiding your own giggles. âCan I have one bite at least?â
âNo?â You scoff, ânot after that.â
This only makes Jungkook laugh again, his smile big as he finally looks at the tv screen in clear amusement.
When you get off the couch, or when you roll out of bed and freeze - heâs already tilting his head, giving you a thumbs up. âYouâre good!â He thinks itâs completely normal to check for you, knowing you froze because you thought you leaked on the furniture, your clothes, or your bed.
If you had, itâs no big deal, while you head to the bathroom, heâs easily putting the bed sheets in the wash or grabbing the stain removal from under the kitchen sink. When heâs got the cleaning done, he rescues you from the bathroom with a fresh pair of panties, taking your old clothes to put in the wash after switching the laundry.
When youâre cooking in the kitchen, he sits on the kitchen counter, twiddling his thumbs, and you already know heâs about to ask you something out of pocket.
âSo,â his lips purse together like a duck, âcan you like feel it pass through your-â you bite your lip, conflicted from deciding if you should laugh or roll your eyes. You do both.
âYes-â
âYes?!â
Jungkookâs face is priceless, and now heâs got five more follow-up questions.
bf! Yoongi, who supports you by default. Your cold toes wiggle under his calf, shocking him since heâd been lying in bed, cozy, hours before you finally decided to join him. You mumble a sleepy apology, ready to move back, but heâs already pulling you closer.
âCâmere,â he mumbles softly, tucking your head into the crook of his neck; your nose is just as cold as your toes when you brush along the curve of his throat, and he suppresses the shiver climbing up his spine in response. Instead, he pulls you even closer, giving you his body heat as you snuggle deeper into him with a dreamy smile.
bf! Yoongi moves quietly. He doesnât have this need to constantly tell you, âI love you.â He shows itâs when you get home from work, heading to his place because itâs closer, and you were missing him more than usual.
You all but melt into a puddle the moment you step inside his apartment. Your jacket fell to the floor right after you took your shoes off one by one, and you found Yoongi sitting on his couch, less than three seconds after you made a noise of greeting at the front door.
Youâre too tired to converse and curl into his side, blinking glossy-eyed up at your man as he takes your hand in his. He intertwines his fingers with yours and sits with you in silence, rubbing your head with one hand as you curl into his lap with a soft sigh, finally relaxing because you're home.
bf! Yoongi doesnât say he misses you outwardly. Instead, you get a message every few hours asking if you have eaten or drunk enough water today. Eventually, itâs too much for him, and he FaceTimes you when he knows you're home.
He doesnât speak right away once you answer; his eyes flicker over your face as a little smile twitches on the corner of his lips, getting a good look at you for the first time today. Then he tries to act casual, claiming he wanted to show you some hobbies heâs picked up while away for work.
He shows you a guitar he bought, a cat figurine that looks like Tang, and as he tries to find more things to talk about to stay on FaceTime with you, youâre settling in bed, smiling, because you missed him too.
bf! Yoongi drags his fingers over your body with soft swirls, ghosting over every dip and curve. He maps out from the top of your head, massaging your scalp in smooth carresses that leave you plaint and humming. Then he trails lower, brushing over the slope of your nose, your eyelids, your lips- leaving them tingling while he traces down your neck absentmindedly.
The hum of the air conditioning is the only noise in the room, mixing with your soft breaths and his deep ones, the longer you two lie here. His fingertips swirl in curves, then lines, keeping you balanced between the edge of sleep and feeling more alive in his hands.
Sometimes, when you focus too much on the drawings he makes, you decode messages he tells you against your skin. "I love you" is a favorite of his, and he writes it the most in big loops and deeper pressure, like he's trying to engrave it into your bones in case you somehow don't know it already.
idk if you have tiktok but you know that trend where like husbands come up behind their pregnant wife and lift their bellies to like help with the weight? well if reqs are open can i pretty pls request a fluffy drabble with namjoon doing this :)
tysm and hope u have a great day !
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You fear that if you get any bigger, you're going to explode.
Your hip leaned heavily into your kitchen counter, mindlessly stirring the pot of food you had cooking on the stove as you decided you were forever going to be an advocate for having safe sex. Wrap it up, kids! It doesnât matter how amazing, how sweet, how loving your husband was. You felt like an elephant.
Nothing felt right. You outsized your old clothes, you huffed with each step you took, not step, waddle- you waddled! And donât even get you started on sleeping at night! You have five pillows. One between your legs, one under your tummy, two under your head, and one under your hip.
And it was all your husbandâs fault. Your eyes flit to your husband in question softly.
Namjoon sat at the kitchen table, full dimples on display, you could feel his eyes burning through you, and even though your babies - Namjoon, always the overachiever, was going to be a dad to twins - were stretching out, he stared at you with hearts in his eyes.
He was always giving you compliments, telling you how glowing you looked, how beautiful you were, and youâll admit, him calling you mamas always had your heart racing with overwhelming love.
Okay. Maybe the hormones were making you a bit more cranky than usual. You actually were so excited to have mini Joonies running around soon. But man, theyâre heavy! Your lips curved into a pout, quietly sighing as you poured the spaghetti and meatballs into two bowls. Itâs been your number one craving for the past week and it means Namjoon got to eat it with you every night for five days so far, which amused you to no end.
You were so lost in thought, you hadnât noticed your husband move when you sighed earlier. Before you knew it, his big body loomed over yours, his head resting gently on your shoulder to watch you fix up bowls for both of you. âMy love?â
Your husband was your rock, the person you could always count on. And when you felt him behind you, you instinctively leaned your weight back into him. His arms immediately encircling your waist and tummy. His fingers pressed into the underside of your round stomach and in a brief second the extra weight was gone.
Your eyes flew open, when did they even close? And the weight was back. You whirled around in your loveâs arms staring wide-eyed at him as he raised his eyebrows back at you. âJoon!â
âWhat?â He casually reached around you to turn off the stove as a precaution and his hips rubbed your stomach accidentally as you clutched his shirt.
âDo that again!â
âDo what again, mamas?â
The bowls of spaghetti are long forgotten, your hands grabbing his as you brought them to your tummy. Your cheeks flushed, wondering if you sounded crazy, but ultimately you couldnât care less. âLift my belly.â Your absurd words made you giggle, and Namjoon snickered. He probably thought you were nuts.
âAs you wish,â his eyes filled with mirth, and his large, warm palms caressed your soft tummy. His heart lurched to his throat as he thought about how amazing you were, carrying his kids. His arms flexed, barely, easily carrying the weight in the palm of his hands, and he watches you - in real time - melt with a dreamy smile.
âOh!â
Oh? It clicks in Joonâs head and his smile is bigger than ever. âFeels nice, Baby?â His tone is gentle and your eyes are closing in bliss as the weight on your lower back and hips ease. You make a little noise from the back of your throat while you nod your head and Namjoon huffs a laugh.
âJust hold for a few moments longer, Joonie.â
Your eyes are still closed when he leans down, his lips melting into yours, the kiss slow and lovely, and another happy sigh leaves your lips. When he pulls away, still holding you, you blink up at him. You can practically see the hearts in his eyes grow even bigger as he hums. âIâll hold you forever, jusâ need tâask, mamas.â
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A/N: Actually, I'm not on pregnanttok- I haven't seen videos, but I think I've heard of it, so I did my best.
As always, love to see your comments, kudos, feedback! Hope you enjoyed reading this!
bf! Taehyung isn't interested in the concept of personal space. It didn't matter where you two were; some part of him would always be touching some part of you.
You two could be sitting at a restaurant, having dinner with friends, catching up - and the entire time, Taehyung has his hand on your leg. He doesn't even realize it until you're trying to stand up to go to the bathroom, and his hand is falling from your thigh as you push your chair back. His hand aches the entire time you're away.
And it's worse when you two go to bed.
His body fuses to yours, arms and legs intertwined until you can't decipher where he starts and you end. All you know is that his face is smushed into the curve of your neck, and he's nudging his nose under your jaw in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his hair.
You do, and it's how you two fall asleep, almost every night.
bf! Taehyung can't hide his facial expression when it comes to you. His eyes get all sparkly and wide when you walk into the room. He can't look away even when someone is trying to talk to him. His eyes track your every movement until you finally reach him, and then his smile is all warm and lovesick.
"Hi," You smile, and everyone can see the hearts forming in Taehyung's eyes as he focuses on you.
"Hey." He might as well melt into a puddle right then and there.
bf! Taehyung goes out with his friends for a "guys' night," and it never fails to end with one of his friends FaceTiming you on his phone.
He's supposed to be hanging out with his friends, catching up, relaxing, and when you answer the phone, you're greeted by one of his friends smiling. They tell you that Taehyung is okay, but drunk, and he won't stop blubbering about you.
It honestly warms your heart, but when the screen shows your boyfriend sniffling, you can't help but giggle and coo.
And when Taehyung sees you, it brings a new round of pouts; his hands are snatching the phone to hiccup as he tells you he misses you and loves you like he didn't see you six hours ago.
After a few moments of you reassuring him that you miss him too, you laugh and tell him to enjoy the rest of his night because he can see you later.
What a silly lover boy.
bf! Taehyung says "I love you" with a kiss. He's lying on top of you, his arms wrapped under your back, and his hips snug between your thighs. He's got his head resting over your sternum as you card your fingers through his hair, and the overwhelming feeling of love fills his heart until he needs to let it all out.
The first kiss is right over your heart, followed by his soft voice, and "I love you." The next is on your collarbone, two kisses, followed by two "I love you's." And then he makes his way up higher.
When he reaches your face, both of you are smiling like fools, and his hands are resting on either side of your head as he leans down. He kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and he laughs when he ignores your puckered lips to kiss your chin. But when he finally does kiss your lips, he makes sure to look at you a moment before.
He studies your eyes, the way your cheeks are flushed, and your fingers are holding onto his biceps, waiting so patiently for him. That's when he leans back down, his nose nudging yours softly before he finally presses his lips to yours.
He doesn't say I love you then; instead, he shows it by kissing you nice and slow, his body molding to yours as he coaxes your mouth open to deepen the kiss with a grin.
