A/N: Itâs been a while, haha, oops. Iâve had some ideas swirling around my head but havenât been able to put the words together. Stuck in my own little daydream and I saw something about a potential mixtape on social media this morning, so weâre here now - Admin J
Word Count: 211
Reader x Kim Taehyung (V)
Genre: Fluff
It had probably been a few hours since you started laying here, but something inside you willed you to stay still. At first you were just messing around, trying to prove that you were stronger than him, but at some point Taehyung had entangled you in his arms and started humming. The rest of the world slowly dissapeared and you were left in this still moment - back against his chest, head resting on his outstretched arm as the other held you close. His song left you in a dream state and time slowly started to fade away. You started to trace your fingers along his arm in swirling patterns. Youâre not sure when, but eventually the room fell silent and you realized he had fallen asleep. It had been a pretty long week of practices and meetings for him, so you tried to shift away so he could sleep in peace. All of a sudden, Taehyungâs grip tightened around you as he mumbled something before falling asleep. After some time, you eventually gave up and turned to face him. Whether he was still asleep or not, you couldnât tell, but he placed his gentle lips on your forehead and whispered âI love you, y/nâ before starting another rhythmical, gentle snore.
A/N: This drabble has just been sitting around for a second, and I know I'm probably not going to edit it anymore anyways, so here's another random daydream drabble - Admin J
Word Count: 486
Reader x Kim Namjoon
Genre: Fluff
Kim Namjoon was always known around all your friend groups as an intellectual, but they didnât
know the half of it. Ever since you two had moved in together, you realized more than ever how
fascinated he was by reading. Often times he would walk around your shared apartment, his
nose nestled neatly in a book. It was endearing to see him shuffle around your shared
apartment with his beloved books - occasionally giggling about whatever was read. One of your
favorite things in the world was when he would bump into something - looking up in confusion
then returning to his book. You couldnât help smiling at his unbeknownst behaviors.
At the same time, sometimes it was almost unbelievable how focused he was on his books. The
world around him was charging on, but for Namjoon, it was as though time stopped and it was
just him and his book. Hell, the only other time you had seen him like this was when you met in
the bookstore.
A new bookstore had opened up about five minutes from your apartment, so you figured you
would check it out. Cooking had never been something you were necessarily good at, but ever
since moving to Seoul all on your own, you figured it was time to learn. Upon entering the little
shop, it seemed like the shelves would never end. You found yourself lost in books. You didnât
know how much time had passed, but the stacks of books under your arm would lead you to
believe you had been there a while. But one more book wouldnât hurt. You reached out to grab
one more when it suddenly it left your reach. Someone had pulled it out from the other side, and
in its space was the glossy-eyed look of this beautifully tanned man. You met at the end of the
bookshelf and started a conversation. He offered to pay for your books and even helped you
carry them home. And all these years later, here you were.
You were almost done cooking and saw Namjoon situate himself on the couch.
âDinnerâs almost readyâ you called out - but of course he didnât hear - so you took it upon
yourself to get his attention.
You went behind the couch and draped yourself over his shoulders. Nothing.
You set your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. No response.
You gently kissed his sensitive neck - Namjoon turning his neck a little at the sensation, but his
were eyes still glued to the book.
You were about to give up, but you figured you would give one last attempt. Circling the couch,
you placed your hands on either side of his face and gently placed a kiss on his lips. Finally,
Namjoonâs eyes flickered from his book to you until he kissed you back.
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS NOTE.Â
So, for this fic I have Namjoon reciting lyrics from his song, as he says them they are written in the romanized form. The lyrics in question will be rephrased in English as they talk about it and marked in bold, that way you donât have to go translate them. There was some discrepancy online as to whether âbaramâ in context should be âyouâre my windâ or âyouâre my wishâ, so I wrote both like Namjoon was listing off things. If it makes it easier to read, you can read it as if they are speaking in English until he sings, or its all in Korean regardless. Whatever works, happy reading! Please let me know what you think! Admin - A
Part 1? or 2 Parts?
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1112
You'd been obsessed with the Love Yourself albums for a while now, from the hype tracks to the ballads. You had Namjoonâs track âTrivia ćż : Loveâ playing on repeat for like the last hour as you moved around your apartment, cleaning up for movie night with the boys. It felt like the perfect mix of hype, and old school love making music - but you wouldn't tell Namjoon that last bit.
Sometimes you hated how much their music made you want to dance. The dancing wasn't an issue, being a trained dancer had its perks, but it made it hard to actually get things done.
Originally you'd had your headphones in but they kept getting caught on things as you moved, so you finally switched to the sound system you had set up to make things easier.
So that's how Namjoon found you, doing some blend of contemporary dance and hip hop with a fan in hand that you'd found buried in your stuff, like Jimin had at the MMA's.
The smile that broke out on his face really could stop your heart.
You dropped the fan to the couch and beckoned him forward, inviting him to dance you with.
He dropped his bag and shuffled over to you, a bit bashful under the circumstances. Your dancing started off playful and silly, jumping around to the music. His arms found their way around your waist as your's slipped over his shoulders, hands clasped behind his neck.
You swayed around to the beat, him spinning you out and then pulling you in to hug you from behind. You're a sucker for back hugs, but you enjoy giving them as much as receiving. So you pull away, leaving him a little confused before motioning him to spin out. He catches on finally, giggling as he goes.
Once heâs in your arms you canât help but press your cheek into his back. The hoodie he has on in pretty thick but you can still feel the lean muscle of his shoulders through it. It's comforting, the feeling of another human being pressed firmly against you, solid and real. It grounds you and brings about a sense of peace inside you.
He folds his arms over yours, his hands running over yours, intertwining your fingers. He sighs in content, the sound music to your ears. Itâs reassuring to both of you, moments like these, with no outside pressure. Safe in your bubble, reaffirming the love and affection you have for each other.
You feel him humming along before you really hear it, eventually he opens his mouth to fully vocalize the words. The bridge, if it could be called such, was one of your favorite parts. So as he sings, you take it upon yourself to sing the back up vocals.
He turns in your arms, his closing around you again as he continues, holding your gaze, âNeon naui saram, saram, saram⌠Neon naui baram, baram, baramâŚâ
He pauses a moment, before leaning down to firmly kiss you, interrupting your joyful singing. No complaints were made.
As quickly as he was there, he was gone. Pulling away to catch the last few lines of his song, his lips ghosting over yours, âNeon naui jarang, jarang, jarang⌠Neon naui sarang⌠Dan han sarangâŚâ
You're not sure you're breathing, it's hard to focus on anything other than Namjoon, especially with how intensely he's looking at you and how seriously he is saying the words.
âYou know, we were always meant to be, destiny
I hope you feel the same with meâ
âI doâŚ.â you whisper to him, your nose brushing against his as he rests his forehead on yours.
Your lips connect again, the song slowly fading out before picking up again.
You reach up to cradle the back of his head, your fingers caressing the back of his neck. The moment is tender, you can't even put into words how you feel.
Unfortunately, your nails grazing his skin causes him to squirm away, fighting off laughter.
âYahh, we were having a very serious moment thereâŚâ he sassed, a rueful smirk on his lips.
âI'm sorry babe, heh, I didn't mean too⌠but you know it's not fault your neck is sensitiveâ you chuckle, you really hadn't done it on purpose. You were enjoying the moment just a much as he was.
You miss the glint of mischief in his eyes, and before you know it his long fingers have reached out, tickling the sides of your waist.
A yelp escapes you, and you dart away, a playful glare on your face. A challenge in both your eyes as you stare each other down.
In a flash you're chasing each other around around the apartment, dodging furniture and the other's attempt to make contact.
Namjoon may be clumsy at times, but as you both tumble onto the couch --you pinned beneath him-- you could swear he fell on purpose.
The laughter fades as you take each other in. âSoâŚ.. I'm your person huh?â you tease.
âYou are. You're my person and so much moreâŚâ he punctuates with a firm kiss to your lips.
All teasing is put aside as he continues,
âY/N, you're my person, my wind, my wish, my pride and joy. You are my love. The one and only. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Through it allâŚâ
This man truly does have a hold of your heart. And as he pulls away, slipping his arm between you two with a little velvet box in hand, you know that there is no one else in this world you'd want in possession of it.
âReally?â you whisper, reaching out to touch his hand, your eyes flashing from the box to his. You'd talked about marriage, expressed that it was something you both wanted at some point, you just hadn't expected him to already have a ring picked out.
âY/F/N, will you marry me?â
âYes.â
He sits up, pulling you with him. The ring is slipped onto your finger and it's perfect. Everything is perfect.
This time you're the one to tackle him, pressing kisses across his face before capturing his lips. Laughter bursts from your lips, shuddering breaths are passed between the two of you. Youâre so happy it hurts. Holding him tight against you isnât enough, being as close as you are feels like it will never be enough.
âI love youâ, you nearly whimper out, âand if for any reason you ever doubt that fact, tell me.â
âY/NâŚâ he squeezes you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His shoulders tremble in your embrace.
A/N: Just another random drabble. Itâs one of those late night writings where it was late and my mind just went. Hope you enjoy! - Admin J
Word Count: 695
Reader (Night Editor-Writer) x Kim Taehyung
Genre: Fluff
Itâs not like he wasnât used to it, you frequently were up until the late hours of the night. Taehyung could even recall occasions when he had to wake up early for an interview or some obscenely early dance practice and you would still be awake.
Work as a night editor meant you would be busy at night, he knew that, but on the nights when you didnât have an upcoming deadline, Taehyung would become pouty. He missed nights where he could come home from a long day knowing he would get to take a shower then cuddle with you until he fell asleep. He knew full well you were not sleeping or would pretend then go back to your phone when he had finally fallen asleep, but he just missed holding you tight against his chest in those moments.
Tonight of all nights was especially hard. They had just gotten back from tour and Taehyung missed you more than usual. He tried to fall asleep on his own, even turned to hug the giant stuffed sloth that rested in your place, but he still wasnât satisfied.
ây/n-ahâ
âMmm? What?â You momentarily glanced over to see Taehyung draped over the sloth, then returned your attention to your computer.
He groaned at your lack of attention, which only made you giggle. It wasnât often you had control over the situation, and it was cute to see him so powerless - even if it was just because he was tired.
âJagiii...come to bed?â He made it sound like a question, but it was clear he wanted you there.
âAish, Tae Iâm busy, you go to bed. Iâll come when Iâm done.â You momentarily moved your hand and tried to waive him off, indicating you wanted to focus on the task at hand. You loved him, and of course you missed him, after all, that time away, but you had just started a new project and you wanted to at least get a good portion of it completed.
A few minutes passed and you thought he had finally fallen asleep, so you worked your way back into your editing groove. A gentle huff came from behind you and you could hear the bed shifting in the corner. It upset you a little that he was this restless sleeping, but you were in the middle of something.
Suddenly a weight fell onto your back. Taehyung appeared, draped himself over you, and placed a lingering kiss on your cheek. âPlease, y/n?â rasp in his voice from his lack of energy. The sound of his tired voice made your heart skip a beat, and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him, but you didnât want him to think you were this powerless to his charms. You exhaled softly and turned your neck in attempts to pull away, but he was not accepting that as an answer.
Without any notice, your chair was gently spun around and your boyfriend fell to his knees. He gently rested his chin on your knees and looked up to you with those eyes that could melt snow in winter. âI just...â he began, âI just really miss you. Please?â With that, you couldnât tell him no. Gently placing a hand on his cheek, you replied a simple âokayâ earning a soft smile from Taehyung as he placed his hand over yours and rose to lead you to bed.
Once you had made your way over, Taehyung plopped down and rolled to his side to make space for you. âYouâre such a childâ you lovingly chastised as you climbed in, gently placing your head against his chest. He laughed at your retort, accepting that it was probably true. Taehyung was out as soon as he was reassured that you were in his arms - it was cute really - and you simply laid there listening to his heartbeat, glad the love of your life was finally home. You probably could have accomplished so much more tonight if you had just gone back to editing, but you wouldnât exchange this moment for anything in the world - especially something as trivial as work.
Hey guys! So Iâm currently writing a little something for Namjoon with this song mentioned in it. Itâs still in the beginning stages so hopefully by the time Iâm done its all clear and cohesive but to be sure, Iâm going to be quoting the bridge of the song (the video should start there). And the backing vocals Iâll be talking about in regards to reader, is the little vocalizations and runs of the word âYeahâ. I tried to find out who did the vocals, but I canât confirm if its Jungkook, Adora, June from plt(???) or someone else so bear with me haha.Â
Still working out how to exactly quote the lyrics, not sure whether I should write them in Eng, Romanization, or Hangul or whatâŚ.. If anyone has an opinion of how theyâve seen it done or a preference, feel free to let me know! Iâm flying blind here so - Admin A
Update: heres the link to the fic!!! https://btbtbtslol.tumblr.com/post/182463489345/live-love
A/N: Yoongiâs installment finally out! His is the longest so far because it took a bit longer for me to feel like it was the right moment for the âI love youâ. Anyway, this is dedicated to @carlyfre and @simplyquetzo cause Yoongi is the bias and bias wrecker lol. Enjoy! Please let us know what yâall think of our work so far! - Admin AÂ
(minor edit was made since original posting lol, Iâm a perfectionist)Â
Genre: Fluff
Reader x Yoongi
Word Count: 1229
3 a.m is an ungodly hour to wake up at. The beginnings of migraine rousing you makes it ten times worse.
Hoping more sleep would kill it, youâd spent most of the morning in bed, curled up against Yoongi with your head buried in his chest.
At around 5, Heâd gotten up to get you some painkillers and water before stating he needed to do a bit of work and would be in the other room if you needed anything.
Youâd whined in protest, missing his warmth and scent, his soothing nature had been helping you relax, but you relented. But only after stating you needed kisses to make up for it. At this he chuckled, happily delivering.
You slept for maybe an hour or so longer before the need to pee woke you. Kicking the piles of blankets off, you sat upright in bed, but as you moved to stand a wave of nausea hits you.
Food. You definitely needed some food. You took care of business in the bathroom. Brushing your teeth, fixing your hair, wiping the sleep from your eyes with a warm towel. All in the hopes that freshening up a bit might help.
As you exit the bedroom, you spot Yoongi stationed on the couch, looking up at the sound of your entrance. âMorning Babe, Howâre you feeling?â he asks in a hushed tone, trying not to worsen the throbbing in your head.
âBetter, a little nauseous though, gonna make some toast.â you sighed back as you made your way round the couch.
âLet me get it. Sit down on the couch for a bit and Iâll get you some more water. Do you want a cold compress too?â
Heâs already started moving, guiding you to sit in the corner against some pillows, handing you a blanket in the process.
âYes pleaseâ you chirp, a smile coming to your lips as he kisses your head before going to the kitchen.
He kept the lights dim in the living room, which helps your head. The room is a comfortable temperature, the blanket providing a comforting weight on your body.
A few minutes later heâs back, placing everything on the coffee table before pressing a hand to your forehead to check if your running hot or not.
âMm, feels niceâŚâ you coo, reaching up to place your hand on his. He chuckles, brushing the fingers of his other hand across your cheek as he swipes some hair out of your face.
âEat, before it gets cold.â he urges, pressing you back into the couch before he places to compress on your forehead.
Moving back to his spot on couch, he lifts the blanket and props his legs up on the outside of yours.
You munch on your toast quietly as he works, faint music catching your ear every now and then, eventually dozing off.
The next time you look at a clock itâs almost noon, and youâre feeling significantly better. You chug the rest of your water and sit upright. You look across to Yoongi and smile, poking his side lightly with your foot.
His eyes shoot up to look at you with a glare, his hand moving under the blanket as his look turns playful. You think he might tickle you back but instead he rubs his hand along your calf, squeezing gently as his eyes soften.
Your cheeks flood with warmth at the gesture. You hold each otherâs gaze a moment before you start to shift around.
Heâs quick to focus back on his work, fiddling away with a new determination, a trait you admire greatly in him.
Pushing the blanket to the side of your legs, you prop yourself up on your knees.
âHeyâŚ.â you whisper to Yoongi, shimming your way up the couch to him.
âHm?â he hums back, not looking up from his laptop.
âHeyâŚ. heyâŚâŚ...yahhâŚâ you whine, slapping his thigh.
âWhat?â he finally looks to you, snickering lightly at your outburst.
âLift that.â
âLift what?â
âLift that.â
âMy laptop?â
âLift it.â
He slowly lifts his laptop with a skeptical look, as he does you roll your body onto him. Your legs tangle with his, as you nuzzle your head under his chin and slip your arms behind his back under the pillow he was laying on.
You sigh in content as he stares down at you, before he slowly lowers his laptop back down to rest on your lower back so he can continue working.
âDo you want the tv on?â he asks after a few minutes of silence. He watches your eyes flutter open and up towards him.
You shake your head, âNo thank youâŚ. But, can I- I mean if it's okay, can I hear what youâre working on? I mean like as you go, you donât have to play it all just⌠yeah.â
He pats your head lightly and nods, turning up the volume a bit after unplugging his headphones.
Itâs soothing hearing him click away, the shuffling of beats, bits and pieces of backing vocals playing throughout.
Another hour ticks by and he pauses to check your head again, your body feels warm on his so he wants to be sure your still at an even temperature.
You rest your chin on his chest as he checks, smoothing back your hair as he goes, âWe should eat. Feel ready for some lunch?â
You nod but make no effort to move. A deep breath fills you with his scent, the remnants of his body wash from his shower last night.
âYou gotta let me go so I can get up babe,â he prods, his hand slipping under the hoodie and shirt you have on to rub your back.
You lean up a little and peck his lips lightly, brushing your nose against his, taking in the small upward tilt of his lips as you pull back.
âI love youâŚ.â you state, searching his face for a reaction as you run your fingers through his hair.
The hand rubbing your back slides to your waist, pulling you up a little as he leans in to kiss you.
Before you can respond he pinches your side, causing you to yelp, pouting as you pull away from his lips.
âYahh, what was that for?â
âIâm supposed to say it first dummy.â
He says it so matter of factly it stops you short for a second before your face lights up with laughter.
âAww, is little meow-meow mad?â you tease, poking your tongue out as you pinch his cheeks.
He snorts, âDid you just call me âlittle meow meowâ?â
âI did indeed. Your fans call you that, yâknow? And Iâm your biggest fanâŚ. Heh, my Min Meow MeowâŚ.â you beam, giving him a quick peck, before pushing up on your arms to sit.
You straddle him for a moment and then stand, âWhat do you want for lunch? I feel good enough to cook soâŚâ
âHeyâŚâ He reaches out and catches your wrist as you turn, he waits to speak till you look back at him.
âI love you too.â
The bluntness in his voice has your face flaming hot again. Your reaction brings out his gummy smile as he stands, kissing the shocked expression from your face as you reciprocate.
âJerkâŚ.â you mumble, he scoffs a laugh, pulling you toward the kitchen so you two can finally eat.
I was just going to post one drabble, but I figured since they were collectively the size of one normal post, I would just go ahead and post all three since they were already done. Hope you enjoy - Admin J
A/N: There seems to be some common thought that Yoongi is cold and rather indifferent when it comes to his emotions, but I feel like he is actually one of the kindest of the members - just in less conventional ways. Wow I want to go to a fan meet! - Admin J
Word Count: 355
Reader x Min Yoongi
Genre: Fluff
As you continued climbing the stairs, you couldnât help but feel your heart beat at increasingly faster speeds. You couldnât believe it was finally happening. You were finally going to meet your bias, the love of your life, the amazingly talented rapper of BTS, Min Yoongi.
You stopped for a moment laughing to yourself as he struggled to get the bottle of bubbles open that he received from the previous fan. It was so cute the way he lazily sat there blowing bubbles at the other members as he waited.
âCan you go, please?â the random ARMY behind you pressed.
âOh, um, yeah⌠sorryâ you rushed, making your way onto the platform.
You could truly feel the warmth as happiness consumed his entire being when he saw you standing there. As you moved to the table, there was an all too familiar sparkle in his eye as he said a simple âHelloâ
âSu-Sugaâ you squeaked, not quite sure if you could manage more. How could someone manage to be that cute, that happy, that perfect? You could barely contain yourself.
âNeâ he smiled.
You shook off the shock and continued âI-I just wanted to say I love you and thank you for working so hard. You are such a talented person and deserve good things. You inspire me to be a better person. Thank you.â
He blinked a couple times, slightly at a loss with your words, and your heart stopped for a moment.
You frantically thought to yourself âMaybe he didnât understand me... did I say it clearly? Ahhh what do I do?â
Before you knew it you continued, âAnnyeong haseyo, Y/N ibnida. Saranghae. Kamsahamnidaâ. It was all you could manage, but you could see kindness fill his eyes.
You began to blush, embarrassed with what you had just done, and covered your face with your hands. In an attempt to escape the feeling of shame filling your body, you moved to stand up and go to the next member when suddenly, you felt two soft hands embrace yours and pull them away from your face.
âThank you, Y/N,â he laughed âI love you too!â
A/N:Â Idols work so hard. Itâs truly incredible to see them perform with such precision and purpose, but there is just something so sincere and loveable about those moments when they start smiling a little when they perform - Admin J
Word Count: 249
Shy Reader x Park Jimin
Genre: Fluff
âAll Iâm saying is itâs cuteâ
You couldnât help but replay the performance for the fifth time as you danced along to the video. It melted your heart the way Jimin broke concentration during live stages - a slight smile flickering across his face - and it happened so many more times than usual in their most recent performance.
âItâs not cute, I⌠nevermindâ he stopped, looking away from you and starting towards the door.
âWhat?â you inquired. It wasnât like him to start something then walk away, and it bugged you.
âNothing, donât worry about it. Iâm just⌠itâs just⌠donât worry about itâ he brushed you off.
You paused the video and set down your phone. Clearly, it was something and his lack of information was not something you were simply going to let go.
âSeriously, Jimin-ah, just tell me. Whatâs wrongâ
He exhaled, but then an all too familiar smirk appeared on his face. Jimin crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. You were confused and slightly flustered at the sudden display of affection, but eventually settled into the warmth.
You found comfort in this moment, but then he broke the silence and whispered into your ear âItâs just that I try so hard to focus during performances, but when I think of you I canât help but smile, Jagiâ
Flooded with embarrassment, your eyes quickly shot open as you tried to escape his embrace, but he simply laughed at you, clutching tighter than before.
A/N:Â Everyone knows Jin is a mom, so what better as a drabble than Jin showing you his motherly instincts. Have you ever heard of someone so soft and caring towards others. Heâs going to end up as a cheesy dad, but he is also such a mom - Admin J
Word Count: 228
Shy Clumsy Reader x (Mom) Seokjin
Genre: Fluff
âI told you to be careful, Jagiâ Jin exhaled.
You knew you shouldnât have told him you stubbed your finger against the door frame. Itâs not like it was an uncommon occurrence - it had happened a hundred times before - but every time, without fail, his motherly instincts would activate and he would take care of you as though you had just broken a bone.
âJin, please. Itâs not that big of a dea-â he cut you off, momentarily glancing up from your finger to give you âthat lookâ. You knew in that moment, no matter how much you fought it, he was not going to give in, so you let him play doctor and continue examining your finger.
Moments passed as you continued to scroll through your phone, trying to find something to pass the time, until you finally were bored of the ordeal.
âJin, baby, this isnât going to make it feel any better so can you just stop?â
He exhaled in defeat, âFine, but maybe this will helpâ.
You glanced down at him confused before he brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the finger.
You squeaked, swiftly turning your head to hide the blush coming across your face.
But rather than tease you for your adorable behavior, he simply cocked his head, a smile plastered across his face.
A/N: Here is Namjoonâs installment. I originally planned for all of these to be one 100% fluff but Joonie just kinda.... Well anyway, here it is! Also all his was inspired by the image above, that I took from his tweet a little while ago. - Admin A
Genre: Fluff mostly
Reader x Namjoon
Warnings: Namjoon kisses the life out of you, what a great way to go
Word Count: 763
Namjoon was finally on break between promotions. Today you were helping him take some âoutfit of the dayâ photos. This was your first real outing since he got back, he and the other members used their first few days off to unwind and get some decent sleep.
So far the day had been spent goofing off, making the other laugh with silly faces in between shots, as you walked around town. It had become your couple-thing lately. When you hung out you were going to take pictures of and with each other anyways, why not turn it into a little fashion shoot.
It was just after one by time you made your way back to your place to relax a bit after lunch, warming up after being out most the morning. Cuddling up to him, you sigh in content as he kisses the crown of your head.
The light filtering into the room casts a warm glow on his face. Snatching his phone up off the coffee table, you get closer to him as he sits on the couch to really capture how good his skin looks.
You're always in awe of him but this photo really stops you short. You freeze and just stare, blinking slowly as you look at the picture before you slowly lower your hand.
Your mind can't catch with your body, as you slowly reach out and caress down from his hair to his cheek, smoothing over his jaw, the pad of your thumb ghosting over his lips before your hand moves up again to cup his cheek in your palm.
His brow scrunches a little in both concern and confusion, but he leans into your touch, kissing your wrist and then into your palm before holding your hand in place. "Baby, everything okay?" He asks in a hushed tone, the love and concern evident.
Your heart isn't racing like you thought it would, it's more like it's struggling to beat steady, the rhythmic thumping weighted and purposeful. You don't realize you've started tearing up till his brows knit further as he uses his free hand to reach up and swipe under your eyes. "Baby?" He urges.
"I love you." You whisper, mind and body finally on the same page, you get the words out. You had said it first, and the look on his face rivals the one that had made you say it in the first place.Â
"I love you Kim Namjoon..... I love you." You repeat, a somewhat hysterical laugh leaving you as you lean down to kiss his forehead.
Moving slowly you kiss above his eyebrows, between them, his eyelids, his cheekbones, where his dimples are, his chin, his nose. Each kiss is deliberate, firm with passion and purpose. There is no rush to your actions.
Pulling back just a little you take the hand he used to wipe your tears in your own, kissing his knuckles, the pads of his fingers, his palm, before intertwining your fingers. You look back to find his eyes glossed over with emotion, searching yours as you do the same. You take a moment, breath mingling with how close you still are before you lean in again.
Kissing the corners of his mouth before finally meeting his lips fully. The kiss is slow and deliberate like the ones you placed before, wanting this moment to last as long as possible.Â
His arms wrap around you, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw and the back of your head as he stands to his full height, leaning over you as his other arm pulls you flush against him.
Your hands cup his cheeks before your arms make their way up around his neck, your fingers carding through his hair.
He pulls your bottom lip between his, tongue swiping out to meet yours. Brushing between your lips, caressing your tongue with his own, coaxing yours into his mouth as well. He nips at your lips with need.
Breathy whimpers leave you as he holds you as close and as tightly as he can, his fingers digging into the crux of your thigh and hip and wrapped up in your hair. He pulls back a little, brushing his nose against yours, lips ghosting over lips.
Your lips chase after his, a defiant little breath of a moan leaves you as your half lidded eyes gaze up into his, a small chuckle escaping him as the most lovestruck look takes over, the bit of lust there prior still swirling under the surface.
A/N: A little drabble-fic (itâs a bit long to call a drabble, but oh well, haha) about waking up to a Christmas surprise from Namjoon. It was a little last minute, but sometimes the best things are (hopefully this is one of them)! - Admin J
Word Count: 912
Reader x Namjoon
Genre: Fluff
The sun gently peaked through the window, reminding you that you couldnât spend all day in bed. It was your first Christmas in the new apartment you bought with Namjoon and you wanted to cherish every moment of this day with him.
âMerry Christmas, Joonie,â you turned to cuddle him but were instead greeted by a pillow in his place. You moved to wipe the sleep from your eyes and see where he went when suddenly you felt a piece of paper stuck to your forehead. Pulling the note from your face, you read the message:
âGood morning, my sweet princessâ
You scoffed at his antics. Where was he and why was he leaving papers on you? You loved your boyfriend but sometimes he didnât make any sense. Then again, it was silly gestures like this that made you fall for him in the first place. Laughing to yourself, you moved out of your blanket burrito towards the door so you could wash up for the day when you spotted another sticky note on the door:
âI love that I get to wake up to you every morningâ
You couldnât help but feel the same way. You loved falling asleep to him mumbling sweet nothings in your ear and you loved waking up against his toned chest. You loved how excited he was to show you what they learned at practice, even when he was clearly exhausted. You loved the comfortable silence and the roaring laughs. But most of all, you loved the idea of spending moments like these with him for the rest of your life. You collected the sticky note and continued on your way to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, you dried off, not wanting to waste time that you could be spending with your boyfriend. Grabbing your makeup bag, you moved to wipe off the mirror.
âI love how beautiful you look, even without any makeup onâ
You could feel a blush spreading across your face. Itâs not like he hadnât said things like that before, but every time he did, you couldnât help but feel embarrassed. I mean sure, you were far from ugly, but you never thought you were anything special. Yet when Namjoon said those simple words to you, coupled with a signature sparkle in his eye, that boy could make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
The steam made the paper square gently stick to the window, so you decided to leave that one there until the paper was at least semi-dry again. âYou make me Blush, but you truly are the Highlight of my day, sweetieâ you yelled. As you made your way down the hallway, you noticed something covering your favorite photo of you and Joon. Another one?
âI love your sense of humorâ
It was almost a little frustrating that he knew you would make a pun about his little notes, but you loved how well he knew you. It shouldnât have surprised you at this point, itâs how you met in the first place after all. It was in a little coffee shop - some small intimate place that not many people frequented - but you liked it well enough. That is, until the day when there was a sea of people blocking the entrance. You waited patiently until you realized that nobody was Actually going inside - the flock of girls was just giggling, pressed against the window, and going nowhere anytime soon. It took a while, but you finally shoved your way to the front. Walking inside, you huffed âThat really TEAâs me offâ. Suddenly you heard a light chuckle from a corner and turned to see HIM. You had seen attractive people before, but this was an entirely new level And he liked your puns. How could someone be so perfect?!
Drifting out of your daydream, you noticed a flickering gleam off the picture frame. A little further down the hallway was a sparkling display of lights and decorations. It was the most beautiful assortment of festivities, and you giggled.
âI love the way you light up at little thingsâ
There was another note sticking on a string of lights. This must have been why he was up so early. Christmas had always been one of your favorite times of the year. The warm sentiment of the season was personified by beautiful displays that transformed everything into a magical place of merriment, and he brought a piece of that joy into your living room.
You collected the note and moved around the space, tracing your fingers over all the delicately placed ornamentations around the room, until your eye caught another note on the floor.
âI love â
I love? You pondered at this one, wondering what he meant to write. Suddenly you felt a warm embrace holding you from behind. Turning around you hugged your boyfriend, nuzzling into his chest, and greeted him with a âgood morningâ, but he stayed silent. It wasnât like him, so you pulled yourself away gently to look up at him. In that moment, you noticed one decoration that wasnât there before: mistletoe. Your eyes shifted from the flower to his eyes, and once more until he shook his head and leaned down to gently press his lips against yours.
âMerry Christmas, Loveâ he smiled, pulling you closer into the hug.
âYou forgot a gift, didnât you?â you laughed.
He reciprocated and pecked your nose, âLove you, Jagi.â
A/N: Realization is a series of one shots, based on the same topic of reader realizing they love their boyfriend and being the first to say it. Hope you all enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated! Iâm nervous!! - Admin A
Word Count: 811
Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Fluff
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Ever since Jungkook first mentioned having a solo for the latest album, you just about begged to hear it in full. Over the past few months youâve caught bits and pieces of it when you hung out at their place, he would sing under his breath as he did things around the apartment or alone in his room, testing things out.
It was frustrating, never really knowing if what you were hearing was just for fun or if it would end up on the album. You really didnât beg like this, you respected the time and effort it took to make the music they did and knew the risks of even showing you what theyâd been working on for fear of leaks. Jungkook trusted you of course, as did the rest of BTS. You were dating their maknae for peteâs sake.
So of course, you knew it wasnât anything personal and you never really pressured him or anyone else about hearing songs before they were released. Most times you got to listen to the album a few days or weeks prior to release anyways. And not just on some shitty earbuds plugged into a laptop, no you got to hear it in all itâs glory in the studio, the best quality you could possibly get.
This time was no different, Jungkook had finally given in. The look of vulnerability on his face as you sat there listening, the swell of his voice, harmonizing with itself and Adora in the background at times, the earnest look on his face as he sat across from you wringing his hands. You knew this song wasnât really about you per say but you couldnât help feel like maybe it was meant for you even if just a little. You liked to indulge in believing in fate just a little bit.
You didnât expect to cry, you didnât even realize you were till you felt a wetness on your hand and touched your face to investigate further. You looked to Jungkook to see the flash of confusion and concern on his face. He started reaching for the headphones, his mouth moving as he did so, saying what you guessed was âare you okayâ or something of the like. You grab his wrists quickly before he can get any farther and hold his hands in yours, your fingers slipped between his.
âIâm so proud of you⌠Like really, really proudâŚ. ahh, youâre so amazing babe.... How did I get so lucky honestly...â you sigh in awe as you as take him in, his cheeks had reddened at your outburst of emotion.
He looked a bit like a deer in headlights but not as much as he would have a few years back. Heâd grown so much since theyâd debuted. You two hadnât been together that long but even you could tell, you had already been friends for a while before Jungkook had asked you out. You reach out and pull him into your arms, bury your face in his chest, the headphones slipping off to lay around your neck as you do so.
His song plays on, apparently on repeat as his arms slip around you, holding you tightly as he lets out a breathy laugh.
âYouâre lucky? Iâm the lucky one, I get to make music I love, I have amazing members that I get to call my hyungs and work with andâŚâŚ and you.â he paused a moment, pulling back a little to look at you, before he reddened even more, âAgh, that was cheesy, wasnât itâŚ.â he mumbled.
You smiled softly, tears lining your eyes again, âMm-mmâ you shake your head no, wiping at your eyes. âItâs okayâŚ. Cause I love you.â you sigh, your smile broadens as his heart swells.
He plucks the headphones from your neck and places them down before swooping in to kiss you, cradling your head in his hands. The tears you just wiped away are back as you gently tangle your fingers in his hair. Your heart is so full and your cheeks are burning and you can feel the heat coming off of him in waves and youâre so happy.Â
âI love you too, Y/N.â he hums, having pulled away for a moment before kissing you again. The world slips away to the soft tones of Euphoria in the background.
If you werenât so preoccupied you might have laughed at the irony of experiencing such a euphoric moment in your relationship with Jungkook while listening to a song titled Euphoria, his song no less. You might have also noticed the other members coming in to check on you both, each one having to hold in their reactions for fear of ruining the moment. Of course thereâd be teasing to no end, but better to wait till later than face the wrath of their maknae for interrupting.
Here are the things to come to this blog, as soon as I finish them haha. Jungkook's will probably be the first out, hopefully sometime next week! "Deal" With, will definitely get a new title. Comfort is a Choose Your Own Member fic (right now probably gonna be based on a member from BTS but we'll see). All these will be either gender neutral, or pretty damn close to it, and readers description is kept to a bare minimum as of this moment.
