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for the prompt game!! strangers!au with idol tae x reader in which she catches his attention but doesn’t know him? as in she actually doesn’t know who bts is and is surprised to find out this stranger she’s talking to is famous, as crazy as that sounds 🤣

Pairing: Idol!Kim Taehyung x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: PG Warnings: None unless we count Kim Taehyung’s beauty Wc: 1.1k A/N: Thank you so much for sending an ask!!! Sorry if this feels super rushed but I hope this did your idea justice ^^ Not beta read cause we’re back to dying like men :3

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The bell chimed, alerting the occupants inside the cafe of the new arrival. Not many looked up from what they were doing at the sound but you couldn’t help but let your eyes flick up from the book you had been reading towards the entrance from the corner seat you always chose whenever you came to the cafe.

You noticed the person who had stepped in had been wearing a mask, a hat and dark sunglasses, making it difficult for you to see their face clearly. Though a part of you felt that it was odd - not being used to seeing people covering their face to such an extent - you shrugged and went back to your book. It was none of your business as to what they do.

Lost in the captivating world of the story you had been reading, you failed to realise someone was near. You let out a yelp in surprise, slamming your book shut and looking up at the figure that stood by your table with eyes wide with shock when you heard someone clear their throat.

Your shock transformed into confusion when you realised it was the masked figure staring down at you without saying a word. 

“Can I help you?” You inquired, wanting to go back to your book as soon as possible but not wanting to come off as rude by blatantly ignoring them.

“Is this seat taken?” You heard a deep voice ask, your heart skipped a beat at how smooth and rich it sounded. Was this masked figure an angel in disguise?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you shook your head. “No! No it’s not.”

You could see their eyes crinkle as what you hoped to be a smile came on their face behind the mask. “Can I sit here then? The cafe is filled and this seems to be the only free table.”

You raised your eyebrow before looking around the place, realising that it was in fact filled. Mulling the options in your head for a moment, you shrugged yet again and nodded your head for the person to seat across from you.

They nodded their thanks before pulling back the chair and sitting down with their drink of choice on the table. You reopened your book and found the page you left the story at and wanted to continue reading but you could feel eyes boring into your form. 

Your eyes flicked up from the page once again to find the man sitting across you staring at you - though he no longer had his face covered anymore. You felt the air leave your lungs at how beautiful the man was. He looked absolutely ethereal, the lighting inside the little cafe making it seem as if he was glowing.

“Thank you for letting me sit here,” he spoke, giving you a smile.

Not being able to form any words, you could only nod in acknowledgment. You shook your head to snap yourself out of whatever trance you put yourself in and went back to your book. You could feel your face flushing but you tried your best to ignore the warmth radiating off of you.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.”

You looked up from your book again, shooting a small wave and an awkward smile at him. “Y/L/N Y/N.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed in what seemed to be confusion for a split second before his lips tugged into a smile again. “Nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

The two of you sat in silence - him staring at you as if trying to find answers to questions you didn’t know and you staring at him, book forgotten.

“I apologise if I seem rude but do you not know who I am?” Taehyung asked after a while of staring at you, his eyes portraying nothing but confusion.

That caused your confusion to grow as you squinted at him and tilted your head slightly. “Am... am I supposed to?” 

You wracked your brain to try and remember if you had seen him somewhere before. Maybe a friend of a friend you didn’t bother remembering? Or maybe a date you bailed on? God you hoped it wasn’t the latter one.

Taehyung breathed out a laugh, whispering something to himself before looking at you again. 

“Is something wrong? I’m sorry, my memory sucks really bad so there might be a chance I’ve met you before and I don’t remember- in which case I’m really sorry,” You rambled, looking anywhere but at the amused man sitting before you.

“Oh no, don’t worry we’ve never met before,” Taehyung interrupted your rambling, a smirk growing on his face. “I’d remember someone as pretty as you if we did.”

You felt your jaw drop at that. Was this random man flirting with you right now?

Taehyung chuckled, his eyes shining under the fluorescent lights. “I missed the feeling of normalcy, thank you.”

Huh?

Before you could say something though, you heard a high pitched scream come from behind you. You whipped around to see what the commotion was about, only to realise a random girl was staring straight at your direction with eyes so wide you feared they would pop out of their sockets.

“IS THAT KIM TAEHYUNG FROM BTS?”

BTS? The name felt familiar, as if you’ve heard of that somewhere. Wait, wasn’t it the name of the K-Pop band that had become quite popular in the last few years? You remembered your friend gushing to you about them but you had never gotten around to actually do any research on them.

Wait wait wait. Did the girl just say Kim Taehyung from BTS?

Your head whipped back at the man in front of you. “You’re famous?”

Taehyung, who had been in the middle of putting money on the table - to leave no doubt after having been spotted you assumed - looked at you sheepishly. 

“Surprise?”

You didn’t know what to say or how to react, frozen in your place trying to process the abrupt development.

“WHO’S THAT LADY WITH HIM?” 

You heard someone scream and you turned back again, only to see an entire crowd surrounding the cafe you were in and outside. The look on some of their faces had a shiver running down your spine. You couldn’t recall the last time someone stared at you with such malice or hatred.

You heard Taehyung tsk behind you before you felt a hat cover your head and pulled down to obscure the view of your face from the people around you taking pictures all around.

Yet to process what was truly going on, you felt a tug on your hand before you were being dragged by the Kim Taehyung to the back of the cafe - led by a staff member of that place. 

He looked back at you, a small smile breaking out on his tense face at the look of pure shock and confusion on yours as he kept walking - pulling you along with him. “Don’t worry, I got you in this mess so I’ll get you out of it too.”

[daemour]

Planter’s Punch - MYG

Pairing: past Yoongi x f!Reader

Warnings: Much angst, very sad. Yoongi was a dick, he might still be a dick, its all up to your interpretation. drinking, mentioned health problems, cursing

Genre: sad, angst, rated T for teen

Summary: Yoongi finds you drinking your break-up away in a bar. He wants to get you to stop drinking….but he is the cause of your break up.

the first BTS tipsy drabbles lmaooo happy lae valentines iggg

Word Count: 819

“Can I get a refill?” you smile shakily at the bartender. “I had a…honestly I don’t know what I had. But it had orange. Can I have another?”

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[tae-cup]

The Languorem | Mare Altius Quam

Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader

Summary: After several months adrift in space, alone, your ship is pulled onto the planet of Marmoris.

Genre: Alien!au, Angst, Fluff, Poly!au (is that a thing?)

Warnings: Religious Themes (Not human), Violence in future

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4.5k Words

A/N: how’s everyone doing? Long time no see :) I know this wasn’t the fic you expected, but I suddenly felt like getting back to this. The next chapter, as it is in my story plan, will probably be shorter.

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[youarejesting]

Sly like a... ? Part 31

[Full Masterlist] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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[youarejesting]

Sly like a... ? Part 30

[Full Masterlist] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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[moccahobi]

Happy Together - Warmth

Summery: Namjoon and Yoongi snuggle

Pairing: Namjoon (BTS) x Yoongi (BTS)

Total Word Count: 89 words

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 16+

Warnings: None

A/N: The final part of my mini series for @biaswreckme​‘s birthday! Thank you so much for being part of my life. I am so thankful that we are friends and mutuals. I hope you’ve enjoyed this small ficlet series and I hope you’ve enjoyed your birthday! XOXO

The space under the comforter was like a warm embrace, holding onto the two of them tightly and securely. Yoongi was also holding on to Namjoon securly, his arms draped around Namjoon’s side and face pressed into his back. It was (relatively) early in the morning And the two of them were relaxing in bed. They didn’t have much to do until later in the day and the warmth of the blanket kept them in place. Namjoon sighed, gently rubbing Yoongi’s arm.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[moccahobi]

Happy Together - Post-Workout

Summery: Yoongi wants to shower with his boyfriend… but sadly he has to work.

Pairing: Namjoon (BTS) x Yoongi (BTS)

Total Word Count: 142 words

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 16+

Warnings: A curse word, the implication of nakedness (?)

A/N: Hehehe! Second part of this mini-series! @biaswreckme​ I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday so far! XOXO

Yoongi looked up from his laptop, taking a break from clearing emails as his boyfriend entered the apartment. He’d just come back from using the building’s gym and Yoongi sent a silent thanks to the gym for not having showers. Namjoon had come back all sweaty, his shirt sticking to him and showing off his hard earned muscles. 

Oh, Yoongi longed to take a break from his work and join Namjoon in the shower (he loved showers), but Namjoon took long showers and while Yoongi was all for the saying “Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime. That’s why I shit on company time.” he wasn’t about to spend 2 hours in the shower with his boyfriend while he was supposed to be working. He sighed, looking back at his computer as Namjoon grabbed a glass of water. 

Maybe another time.

[moccahobi]

Happy Together - Books

Summery: Late night reading

Pairing: Namjoon (BTS) x Yoongi (BTS)

Total Word Count: 125 words

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: PG-16

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

A/N: This is part of my mini ficlet series for @biaswreckme​! I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday so far! XOXO

The whiskey was warm as it thrummed through Namjoon’s veins, the alcohol sitting comfortably in his stomach. He looked over at his boyfriend, Yoongi, who was deeply focused on a new book, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he focused. Namjoon, putting his thumb on his page and looking at his boyfriend a little more. The two were wearing matching pajamas, something Namjoon had gotten for Yoongi and him on their last anniversary, and while they weren’t sitting next to each other, their feet were a tangled mess on a shared stool. They were even reading the same book together (Namjoon had the hard copy… Yoongi found a pirated copy online). It was a perfect night together.

How did he get so lucky?

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Eunoia // Ch. 21

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 8.2k+

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attack

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

I’m sorry if this chapter is rushed but i wanted to publish it before my exams start next week and I have no time to do anything but study. Thank you for being patient. After this chapter the romances are going to finally be progressing faster so you can look forward to that. 

Many thanks to my incredible beta reader @thewishofafallenangel​ <3

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“Namjoon, what are we doing? What are we?”

As soon as the question was past your lips, you wanted to take it back. You didn’t know what had made you ask him, why you had voiced the question that had been troubling your mind for hours. Days really. Nearly two months had passed since the gala and you had been wondering before then, hadn’t you? You had enough self-knowledge to recognize that you craved concrete answers, something solid. Labels weren’t for everyone but they were for you.

You needed to know where you were standing and where you were going. In every relationship you had in the past, there had been no blurry lines. Communication was one of the most important aspects of any relationship, romantic or platonic, and you hadn’t been afraid to speak up whenever you were unsure about something. You were aware if a relationship was serious or for fun without any obligations.

It was about being in control. But you had been losing control since February. Your tight grip on your strictly organized life was loosening. You didn’t mind as much as you should have.

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Slowly, Then All At Once - Teaser (M); jhs.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: An unhealthy amount of angst. Some fluff, but this fic is mostly about the angst.

Summary: Losing the love of your life felt like losing yourself. As the one year anniversary of Hoseok's death approaches, you find yourself torn between The Before and The After. Grief and moving on with your life.

Rating & Warnings: 17+. Rated Mature for triggering topics such as DEATH, GRIEF, and MENTAL HEALTH. PLEASE HEED THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC: Mentions of major character death. Talks of depression, grief, loss, and other sensitive topics. Wrong place, wrong time. There is no happy ending in this fic. It is raw and painful and I have never cried while writing as much as I did while working on this.

Word Count: 559.

Release Date: Feb. 18, 2022.

A/N: This fic is a part of the Anti-Romance Collab hosted by the ever talented @astramoonchild and @rockwithwoo! All of the fics featured in the collab are here to provide your February with all of the angst. Sometimes love hurts.

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The before was gone and you’re left learning how to navigate your new normal in the aftermath.

Minute by minute.

Hour by hour.

Day by day.

On the good days, you could almost convince yourself that you were successfully working through the stages of grief and finding ways to move on with your life.

On the good days, it was easy to pretend.

To pretend that the broken parts of your heart were on the mend and the throbbing in your chest was little more than a dull ache, the pain fading and ebbing away with time.

To pretend that missing Hoseok came in waves.

To pretend that it was easy for you to keep living in a world where he no longer existed. A world where he was reduced to memories and moments in time captured in photos and posts left on a dormant Facebook page by people who had barely known him when he was alive. A world where each breath you took and every new experience was one that he was robbed of, stolen by Death.

To pretend that somehow, someway, everything would be okay.

With or without Hoseok.

On the bad days, memories of the before haunt you like a nightmare.

The memory of Hoseok had stayed with you, existing in the silence that stretched between one thought and the next. Where you usually found discontent in the tangled web of overthinking that seemed to plague you, after Hoseok, you were grateful for it. Grateful that it allowed you a chance to escape the bitter regret that came with thoughts of the man, of what you had lost when the beating of his heart ceased to exist.

The pictures of him still resting on your nightstand, the letters and birthday cards and momentos shoved into the top right drawer of your desk, and his tattered and worn red hoodie hung from a hook on your closet door taunted you. They reminded you of the times you had taken everything for granted, all of the times that you should have held him a little tighter or told him you loved him one more time.

It didn’t matter how many times you cleaned your room or how many cans of air freshener you wasted. The smell of his cologne - the smell of him, of spice and wood and vanilla - seemed to linger, persisting on despite your best efforts at eradicating it.

On the bad days, the light streaming in from your curtains as dawn broke was just a little too bright and the persistent beeping of your alarm clock was just a little too shrill. The pounding at your temples was enough to leave you unsteady on your feet. You would spend those days walking around in a daze, feeling as if you were underwater and couldn’t seem to break the surface to take air into your screaming lungs.

Today was one of the bad days.

The magnets from the museums and landmarks Hoseok had dragged you to over the years resting on the smooth surface of your fridge door seemed to mock you as you pulled out the creamer for your coffee. Taunting you, dangling something that you had taken for granted in front of you knowing that no matter how much your chest aches and you longed to go back, it was impossible.

You couldn’t.

[joyfulhopelox]

sweet night | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (dance instructors!au, enemies to lovers)

Genre: fluff, romance

Summary: You finally address the incessant teasing of your fellow dance instructor Kim Taehyung.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of self-doubt, she calls him a bully but he's not, suggestive but not really?

A/N: thank you @notyouroppar betaing my fic and letting me live to see another day <3 I don't know why Taehyung is such a difficult one for me but this one did actually come quite naturally to me! This is a drabble request (yes I am still going through them and I am so sorry for being late I really am I promise I will be quicker with them!) Drabble that is 3k long, so a fake drabble as my beta likes to call them.

Rating: pg13

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“That’s awful.”

Words that would haunt you forever. Words that you’d heard from more than one person; your teachers had told you that in the past, your family had too. Yet, for some reason, every time those words came to mind, they would echo in your head in a particular individual’s voice. Kim Taehyung. A fellow dance instructor and your arch nemesis.

“Shut it, no one asked you,” that would be your normal response. Your go to phrase whenever he would yell at you in the middle of practice. He would thrive off of your little squabbles, drawing attention to himself, and indulge in the pleasure of bringing you down every time that happened.

That wasn’t the case today. Today you were determined to have a good day. Ready to conquer the world. You took a few tips and tricks from internet searches on how to fend off any weeds. Because in your eyes, that’s all that Kim Taehyung would be. A thorn in your backside.

Thinking back on it, maybe you were exaggerating— most certainly you were exaggerating. He’d never done anything particularly harmful to you, or anyone else. He was just particularly good at singling you out and making a fool of you. Or rather… making you react like a fool. He would tease you until your skin was clammy, and your composure melted into a flustered mess. Sometimes, you’d have your class behind you, during your shared lessons. Everyone knew to be ready to fend you off, or pull you away, when the situation became particularly prickly.

Today, you had no one. It was a long weekend and most of your students had gone home to spend time with family. It was just youf and your trusted enemy, Taehyung.

“No one asked you to intrude on my studio time either,” he commented, putting his bag onto the floor. Not sparing you a second glance he started stretching, humming a tune that only played in his head.

You could feel the pricks of annoyance crawling up your spine. Before you could respond in kind, he indulged in a longer stretch. Arms as high as they could go, and exposing half his abdomen to you. Your mouth went dry; any thought of rebuttal wiped out.

The hoodie he had draped over him tried its best to hold on, but his height and his determination to get a good stretch in won. Trying to not ogle at him, you pretended to stretch your own calf. The sight of your own appearance made you wince. The slight sheen of sweat that covered your skin gave your body a dewy glow. You would have dared to say you were shining bright like a diamond, if not for your hair in disarray all over your forehead and the slight adrenaline filled look in your eyes.

No wonder Taehyung didn’t carry on in arguing with you. You looked as if you’d gotten into a fight and won. The pang of pride at the thought made your mouth quirk.

You could have patted yourself on the back for being so effective at ignoring him—and his half dressed state. But when a loud sound akin to a moan reached your ears, you perked up, your eyes immediately landing on him.

“What are you doing?” Prompted by his peculiar position, the words flew past your lips before you could stop them. Seated, with his legs apart, he was struggling to reach his foot, each time he got closer a lewd sound would grumble from his chest and throughout the studio. Trying to ignore the butterflies causing a ruckus in your stomach at the sound, you watched him wearily.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just imitating you,” he responded, having the audacity to dismiss you with a wave of his hand.

Staring at him with an incredulous look on your face, you decided that enough was enough. You’ve been taking this from him for a few years now, your two dance groups never had the chance to get along because their leaders never did.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked, deciding to not sugarcoat anything. When he paused mid stretch to glance back at you, you closed your mouth and swallowed hard. His hand momentarily hovered halfway to his foot, before he got up and stalked towards you. You felt nervous, suddenly too flustered to continue with your prepared rant.

“What?” his audacity to not only question his behaviour, but also dare to sound appalled made your blood boil.

“You heard me, why do you hate me so much?” The more you let your mind wander towards all the instances he’d made you feel unwelcome by singling you out, the more you wanted him to explain himself to you. “I’ve never done anything to bother you, so why?”

“Exactly,” he answered simply, his body mere centimetres away from yours. “Why do you keep ignoring me?” he fired back.

“Because you are loud-mouthed, uncaring, and stubborn,” you immediately responded, without a thought. “And you are pretending to be the best dance instructor out there, when we all know it is not the case.” You knew you’d aimed for the belt when his mouth twitched downwards at your comment. Feeling the familiar tendrils of guilt rush up your spine you cleared your throat. Under normal circumstances you would thrive at the thought of trumping over your squabbles, but this time you knew you’d overstepped the line. He may pick on your technique as an individual dancer, but he’d never made a move to ridicule your skill as a dance instructor.

“I-I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” you mumbled, the words tasting foreign on your tongue. Taehyung was silent, watching you silently as you squirmed under his gaze and the added pressure of guilt.

“It’s part of your charm, and I accept that,” he shrugged eventually, his hand softly reaching out, intertwining his fingers through yours.

“Kim Taehyung, I’ve never seen someone as insufferable as you,” you fired back, the unfamiliar feeling of his digits threaded through yours causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You never thought you’d fight with yourself to refute the gentle way he was treating you.

“I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as insufferable as you,” Despite his words, his actions were careful and considerate. Waiting for you to make the next move, he stilled.

“Then don’t,” you took a step towards him, your eyes flickering to his lips for a brief second. “No one asked you to.” Despite your words, your whole being was very much screaming at him, loudly, to kiss the living daylights out of you. Toe to toe with him, your fingers tightened around his, before you fixated your gaze on his rosy lips.

“You said I’m stubborn,” he smiled at you, any trace of cockiness gone from his voice.

“You’re also wasting time,” you countered, breathing increasingly laboured as he bent down, shrinking the space between your faces to mere millimetres.

“My bad,” he murmured against your lips, bumping his nose to yours. As if they’d always belonged there, his hands found your cheeks easily cupping them —Softly cradling your face. Your eyelids fluttered and you fought the nervous instinct to bite your lip. Your gaze wavered, taking in his features, unable to hold his molten gaze for longer than a few moments. Instead you focused on his sharply defined brows, the high point of his nose and what you could see of it before going cross eyed. The nose that was now caressing yours lightly, as if he was treading the water, asking for permission.

“May I?” he whispered, the slight waver in his voice not escaping your notice.

The thought of his consideration towards your willingness engulfed your heart in warmth. If someone were to ask you to describe it, it would be a perfect mixture between a fuzzy blanket and the feeling of having a warm drink heat up your insides. He made you feel at home, he made you feel safe—yet you couldn’t help but tease him.

“May you what? Waste time? You could but that would technically—“ you rambled, your hands anchoring themselves in your own pockets. It was a gift when you were presenting in class, but right that moment it was you who was wasting the time.

Taehyung fought the urge to roll his eyes at you, your slightly over the top reaction simultaneously amused and exasperated hiim. Nudging your nose harder to make you stop, he carefully watched your eyes widen and your mouth slam shut.

“Y/N, do us both a favour and kindly shut up. I’d like to kiss you now,” he prompted, before he softly placed his lips on yours.

The kiss wasn’t anything you would have expected. Contrary to his dominating personality and his insufferable childishness, the kiss was anything but. Your face was gently cupped in his hands, his thumb applying light pressure onto your jaw and his lips were soft and hesitant. As if he was afraid he would break you, he moved slowly, barely coaxing your lips open with his, before you huffed out in annoyance pulling away from him.

“Kim Taehyung, is this the best you can offer me?” You pointed an accusing finger his way, trying to pretend that your head wasn’t swimming in goo. The kiss had left you breathless, but his presence around you, combined with his scent, gnawed at your lower abdomen, its tightness asking for more.

“What-?” he looked completely baffled, his eyes half lidded and his voice breathless.

Witnessing how affected he was by just that kiss, you almost let a swell of pride take over your body. However, the need to get him to give it to you was greater than your need for self satisfaction. Giving him a once over you contemplated giving away all those times you witnessed his flirting and fleeting flings at parties and after shows. You would see him from time to time attached to someone hidden in a corner, his hands somewhere on their body in a highly inappropriate way.

“I- I have seen the way you kiss,” you mumbled. With the words now out of your mouth, it made you realise how stalker-ish that sounded. Ignoring his highly amused quirk of his eyebrow you carried on. Foot in mouth may just as well own it.

“This is not it. What happened to the ‘dark corners, I’ll grab your ass as if it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth, CPR worthy kiss’ you’ve given others?” you could feel yourself getting more and more aggravated. The more you talked the more the seed of doubt planted itself in your brain. He could have been swept away in the post dance, adrenaline filled atmosphere and not entirely interested in giving you the time of the day.

Caught up in your own insecurities, you didn’t notice the slight shift in Taehyung’s expression, the quirk of his lips faltering for a moment as he looked deep in thought. He was planning to let you carry on with your ramble, to let you offload your worries and stress onto him however the route you were going was no more pulling at his heartstrings than the waver in your voice did. Seeing you carry on with your ramble, your teeth gnawing at your lip he made a quick decision.

“Y/N,” his voice spoke of no nonsense, forcing you to stop. “Focus on me.” Without allowing you a moment to redress yourself he pulled you to him, an arm wound tightly around your waist, the other gripping at the back of your neck. Roughly devouring your mouth with his, muffling any possible protest successfully, he bent you lightly at the waist when your knees buckled underneath you.

You could barely think. His warmth scattered your thoughts; his tongue slowly traced your bottom lip as his fingers dug deeper into your skull causing you to shiver. Tilting your head slightly, you pushed back against his mouth and hooked your leg around his hip, your tongue desperately searching for his.

This was the kiss you had imagined. Much like your squabbles in real life, you both fought for control. Pushing and pulling against each other, hands grabbing at any article of clothing, trying to bring each other closer. When his hand slid under your top, his heat brushing lightly against your colder back, you gave in. Loosening your hold against him, your fight diminished, until all you could feel and hear were your soft moans and rugged breaths.

The heightened feelings that invaded your heart radiated through the kiss; if you were unsure of the future, the warmth in the kiss bridged the gap, providing you a path to certainty. Sure, Taehyung was loud, rude and obnoxious. But wrapping you this tightly in his arms, whilst his lips followed the rhythm of your heart made you think otherwise. Overwhelmed with questions and emotions you broke the kiss abruptly, stumbling backwards.

“Why did I enjoy that?” you mumbled in awe. Aimed more to yourself you didn’t expect Taehyung to respond so quickly.

“Because we like each other, and as much as we fight, we also need to reconcile,” he shrugged as if he was talking about the situation.

Regaining your step you pulled away from him with a snort. “Well that was…reconciling.” Making light of a serious situation was so like him, yet, you couldn’t have appreciated him more than at that moment.

“Remind me again,” Taehyung breathed out a laugh, “why was there an argument between us?”

You were both leaning onto each other, your bodies flush, his hands holding tightly to your hips as he swayed you both back and forth to a song present, yet again, only in his head. Your eyes were closed, and your head was nestled into the crook of his neck, his scent lulling you into a daze. He smelled like a holiday, like warm fires, pinewood, and the soft scent of sweet bread. You could have fallen asleep standing, if not for the light jolt you got now and then from him shuffling his feet during your dance.

Humming as if in thought, you struggled to pull your mind together. “I don’t know, may have to do with the fact that I’m a better dancer and you are not willing to accept that,” you finally responded, your words meant to bite but the jokingly tone in your voice making it clear it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.

“Or it could be–“ you started before you felt your world shift, your feet sweeped off the ground and your head suspended in the air. Yelping your eyes snapped open landing on his entertained ones. The slight quirk of his lips made you pout.

“I got you, don’t worry.” Even though he took you by surprise by suspending you in a dip, his warm gaze and strong grip on your waist and back of your head reassured you. He had you.

“What are you doing?” you narrowed your eyes at him, your fingers digging slightly in his biceps to persuade him to let you go.

“Proving who the better dancer is,” he smiled, the wide shape of his mouth making his whole face light up in amusement. He was taunting you, as you did him earlier, but you found it hard to care as you stared at him. His soft skin and the myrth on his face made him look younger than he was, freer. Long gone was the glowering, moody Taehyung that you remembered. There was no trace of the mockery or jabs he would throw at you in the midst of your dance competitions, all you could see in his gaze was happiness and warmth.

“You’re handsome,” you found yourself blurting out without meaning to. The carelessness and freedom with which you admitted your own feelings made you sputter. You hadn’t intended for it to come out in such a flighty way, and despite the heat that was rising under your skin crawling up your neck, you found that you didn’t care. Judging by the slight gleam in Taehyung’s eyes, neither did he.

With a quick decision to roll with the punches, you craned your neck to reach his lips. Roughly pressed together, you let a whimper escape your throat when his tongue once again coaxed your mouth open. Letting him dominate you, you allowed yourself the pleasure of tracing his shoulders with the palms of your hand, your fingers lightly tracing his collarbones through his top. Sensing the flex of his muscle under your touch, you smirked into the kiss. Venturing lower and lower, your hands mapping out the planes of his chest, your nails dragged over his nipples drawing a sharp inhale out of him. Smiling proudly to yourself you decided to focus on that area, teasing as much as you could by pinching and tracing skin and muscle. You enjoyed the guttural sounds you drew out of him for a brief moment before Taehyung pulled away from the kiss, having decided he’d had enough of your impish ways.

“How about,” he whispered darkly, his breath caressing the shell of your ear making you shudder. “I show you who the better one is?” Before you could ask or assume he meant dancing, his hand trailed lower down your lower spine, over the curvature of your ass, making purchase onto the softer flesh there. Pulling you forcefully closer to him, you wrapped your leg around his hips for better access, your core almost flush together with the obvious bulge in his trousers.

Smirking lightly, your body warming up with desire, you hooked your fingers through the loops of his belt grinding your hips against his drawing a hiss out of him.

“You can try, pretty boy, but what makes you think I’ll allow you to,” you taunted nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung chuckled, your position making it easy for him to slide both hands under your ass and hoist you up.

“Like I said earlier, Y/N,” he warned and carried your laughing form towards the stretching benches lowering you down. Bent over you, his eyes glowering with lust, it was enough to make your laughter die in your throat and your breath hitch. Your attention flickered from his darkened eyes to his predatory smile and as he closed off the space between you, you felt the butterflies in your stomach burst into flames. Before he could make good on his promise, he added another warning.

“I’m stubborn.”

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Heated Blanket

Summery: After finals, you choose to take a nap. Your favorite heated blanket comes to join you.

Pairing: Jungkook (bts) x Reader

Word Count: 771 words 

Genre: Fluff, College AU

Rating: General audiences

Warnings: Talk about food

A/N: Happy birthday to the wonderful @ditttiii​! I know you’re in the midst of finals right now! Please make sure to take care of yourself and rest when able! I hope you have a wonderful birthday as well (even if you celebrate it after the rush of all your finals)!

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Saglit

⟶ Summary: “saglit” (Tagalog) – translation: a brief moment. | An entire decade. This amount of time sounds so small compared to a lifetime. But it also seems like such a long time– long enough for so many things that can affect the rest of one’s life to happen. You and Namjoon have been together in this decade of your life, and you’ve known him even longer than that. Your times together were the best years of your life, and a huge part of you belongs to him and of him to you. Which was why when you sat there next to him, in one of the pews inside the church where he first told you he loved you, you were shaking as you returned the ring he had given you ten years ago.

⟶ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

⟶ Type: One-shot

⟶ Genre/AU: slice of life, angst (it’s a closure/breakup scene), lovers to exes

⟶ Rating: Teen and up

⟶ Word count: 4.6k

⟶ Warnings: implied/mentions of infidelity, long distance relationship

⟶ Project/Event: This is part of the Resolution Revolution collab hosted by this wonderful pair @knjsnoona and @jimilter. Thank you for having me!!!

⟶ Credits: song insp: Saglit by Moira Dela Torre || Thank you to @casuallyimagining for beta-reading this for me! Another thank you to @jimilter​ for helping me out with the banner for this fic!

⟶ A/N: Hello, yes, I am back-ish. Well, not quite. Due to the worsening situation of this pandemic, I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write new things or even work on my existing drafts. But this was a piece that I have written and finished before stuff went as bad as it is right now, so here we are. It’s a very personal piece and I hope whoever gets to read this would like it as much as I loved writing it. Anyway, I miss writing and I miss sharing things I write. We all have different reasons but, I think it is safe to say that we all share the same hope that things will be better soon. I’m wishing everyone who comes across this a happy and fruitful new year ahead! Stay safe and well.

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[hoebii]

All I want is you, darling

Pairing : Min Yoongi x Reader x Kim Taehyung Genre : Coworker!au, slight neighbour!au, poly!au, fluff, crack, maybe a little bit of angst? Rating : PG13 Warning : Swearing Wc : 1.9k [ written part - 1k] A/N : Hey @agustdealer~ It’s me, Frosty hehe :3 This is my gift for the @bangtansecretsanta​ event for you! This is the first time I’ve attempted writing something in this format so I’m sorry if it’s not good ;-; This isn’t as edited as I’d usually like but I guess we’re dying like men here aHA  🤡 I’m sorry I was late, I’m not gonna make any excuses haha I just hope you like this~ Merry Christmas and Happy New Year <3

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Ocean Waves // Ch.3

Pairings: Wizard!Namjoon x Witch!reader

Summary: Wizards were arrogant and self-entitled, they looked down on witches when they were the ones who desperately tried to control magic, to become like them. Better than them. You had your own troubles, struggling to make enough money to escape the judgement of your community and the past mistakes haunting you. Getting involved with a wizard was the last thing you needed. But you had never been lucky.

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: none

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The storm didn’t come back, which was a blessing. Your work required trips to the sea for ingredients and to visit the library and there were many instructions for potions and charms, like leaving them outside under the moonlight for two nights or having the window open because the air could turn slightly toxic. You couldn’t do any of those things when it was raining non-stop and the wind was so strong it could uproot trees. It seemed like half a day had been enough for it. It was like the storm had been rushing and decided to throw at you a week’s worth of rain and wind then go on its merry way to the next town.  

Thinking back to that day, all you could see was Jungkook’s body drifting in the sea. Every time your heartbeat sped up, even though he was safe. It made you think about stuff you would rather bury somewhere deep and not look at again. 

The sea was your life. You had grown up right next to it. Inside it. You could swim before you learnt how to walk. From a young age, it had been undeniable that you had inherited your mother’s magic and her specialty. When you were sad, when you were angry or stressed, you would run to the shoreline. Listen to the water caressing the rocks as you calmed yourself. The sea was your safe haven. It was difficult to accept that it could be someone’s doom.  

Three days later the evidence of the storm had disappeared from the forest. Any broken trees and unlucky flowers had been either healed or removed by the nymphs and the many dwellers of the forest.  

A call of your name cut through the sweet melodies of the birds chirping and the leaves swaying in the breeze.  

Namjoon jogged up to you, his hair catching the slivers of light breaking through the trees, a silver necklace gleaming around his neck. He wasn’t dressed the way wizards did according to your mother. No sweater vest that looked like it cost more than your house or a velvet blazer. Instead, he was wearing a simple denim jacket, a white t-shirt, and tan pants. 

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