pressedpetalsclub

for all the little things that make being alive feel beautiful ✨

[epelletart]

and people always wondered why wonwoo is always the IT guy in every svt fanfic verse, i mean just look at him. He has that patience for a corporate kinda guy

[curiousexplorer58]

Istg the patience this guy has

I would have smacked there cute boomer asses

[curiousexplorer58]

Hanieee is back 💗💓💗

Rest of svt is enlisting and no ot13 performance till 2028

[curiousexplorer58]

Guys I’m seeing all the clips of carat land and omggg I’m getting bias wrecked so badly ….

Moon junhui that suit is illegal

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[curiousexplorer58]

It’s your sign to smile today. The universe insisted. ✨

[curiousexplorer58]

Jeonghan: I can explain.

S.Coups: Can you?

Jeonghan: No, but I can make up a story.

[curiousexplorer58]

Mr Angel after instigating the whole thing 😒😒

Come back soon hannie 🥹🥹💓💓

[midnightinshadow]

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[curiousexplorer58]

There’s something so amazing about how writing brings so many different people together 💓💓

[coupsiesss]

whatever u say pretty boy

[slut4min9yu]

Sick || Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Summary: Mingyu being clingy when he’s sick 🥹

Wc: 882

Warnings: NONE

A/n: completely forgot to turn off my queue so that post was random lol. THIS is the fluffy fic majority of people requested 😂

MASTERLIST

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You’re standing at the kitchen counter in one of Mingyu’s oversized hoodies, sleeves bunched around your wrists as the coffee machine hums softly.

The smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen, warm and comforting, and you lean against the counter for a second while waiting for it to finish brewing.

From down the hallway, you hear slow footsteps.

Heavy ones.

You glance over your shoulder just as Mingyu appears in the doorway.

His hair is a mess.

Dark bangs falling into his eyes, sticking out in different directions like he’s been tossing around all night.

He’s shirtless, like he always prefers when he sleeps, loose grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

He looks sleepy.

And a little miserable.

Before you can say anything, he quietly pads across the kitchen and wraps his arms around you from behind.

It’s sudden but gentle, his big frame pressing into your back, his arms looping loosely around your waist.

His cheek drops onto your shoulder, nose brushing the side of your neck as he lets out a long, tired sigh.

You smile softly.

“Good morning to you too,” you murmur.

Mingyu just hums in response, tightening his hold slightly. His chin nudges against your shoulder as if trying to tuck himself closer.

Clingy.

Very clingy.

You tilt your head, amused.

“What’s this?” you ask lightly. “You’re very cuddly this morning.”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead he presses his face further into the crook of your neck, breathing warm air against your skin.

“Mmm… don’t feel good,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep.

You frown immediately and turn around in his arms.

Mingyu lets you, his grip loosening but not disappearing. His hands slide down to rest on your hips while he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, lashes heavy and cheeks slightly flushed.

Something about his expression makes your chest tighten.

“Gyuu…” you murmur softly.

You lift your hand and gently brush his bangs away from his forehead.

The second your fingers touch his skin, your eyebrows knit together.

He’s burning.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your palm moving fully to his forehead.

Mingyu winces a little at the contact but leans into your hand anyway, like a giant puppy craving attention.

“You’re so hot,” you say, worry creeping into your voice.

He pouts faintly. “You say that all the time.”

Despite yourself, you laugh quietly.

“Not like that, idiot.”

You bring your other hand up, cupping both sides of his face gently.

His skin is warm under your palms, and the moment you do it he melts completely.

Eyes closing, shoulders relaxing, leaning down so you can hold him easier.

Poor thing.

His nose is a little pink. His lips slightly parted as he breathes through his mouth.

“Why didn’t you say you felt sick?” you ask softly.

He shrugs weakly.

“Didn’t know,” he mumbles. “Just woke up… felt weird.”

Your thumbs brush lightly over his cheeks, soothing.

“You’ve got a fever,” you murmur.

Mingyu opens his eyes just enough to look at you, gaze soft and slightly dazed.

“You’ll take care of me though, right?” he asks quietly.

Your heart melts instantly.

You lean forward and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Of course I will.”

The moment your lips touch him, his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against his chest as if he doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

You laugh quietly against his shoulder.

“Okay, okay,” you say, rubbing your hand up and down his back. “Clingy baby.”

“M’not clingy,” he mutters.

He immediately buries his face in your shoulder again.

You smile, running your fingers gently through the messy hair at the back of his head.

“I’ll make you some soup,” you say softly. “Something warm. And tea.”

Mingyu groans quietly.

“Don’t want soup.”

“You’ll want soup when you’re sick.”

“Want you.”

You pull back slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You have me.”

“Then come to bed with me.”

The way he says it—sleepy and pathetic—makes your heart squeeze.

You press another quick kiss to his cheek before nudging his shoulders gently.

“Nope. You’re going back to bed,” you say firmly. “Right now.”

He stares at you like you’ve betrayed him.

“But—”

“No arguments,” you interrupt, poking his chest lightly. “Bed. I’ll bring you soup.”

He sighs dramatically, shoulders slumping.

“You’re so strict when I’m sick.”

“You’re lucky I’m not stricter.”

You guide him toward the hallway.

“You’re coming back though, right?” he asks quietly.

The vulnerability in his voice makes you soften immediately.

“Of course I am,” you say gently. “I’m not abandoning my sick baby.”

Mingyu huffs at the nickname but doesn’t let go.

When you reach the bedroom, he flops dramatically onto the bed with a tired groan, sprawling across the mattress.

You pull the blanket up over him, smoothing his hair away from his forehead again.

He watches you the entire time with sleepy eyes.

“You’re really making soup?” he murmurs.

“Yes.”

“You’ll sit with me?”

“Yes.”

He relaxes further into the pillows, satisfied.

“Okay,” he mumbles.

You lean down and kiss his forehead this time, lingering for a moment.

“Rest,” you whisper.

As you turn to leave the room, Mingyu’s voice follows you.

“…Love you.”

You glance back at him, smiling softly.

“Love you too, sick boy.”

[curiousexplorer58]

My heart can’t take this 😤😤🥹🥹🥹

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[missnicefairy]

life when i find a new song to play on repeat over and over

[catiekayy]

Pairing: non-idol!Jeonghan x reader

Synopsis: Roommates post college who usually platonic cuddle and nap. But this one time Jeonghan decides to test boundaries and reader doesn't really stop him because she actually has always wanted it too.

Genre: PwP, one-shot

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: pet names, cursing, dirty talk (Jeonghan really has a dirty mouth), fingering.

A/N: thank you @milk-moonbunnies and @ahgasegotarmy116 for hyping this up while I was still writing it and for doing edits, you all are the best! Also, this came around because I was honestly just inspired by (enamored by) Jeonghan’s hands so…I hope you all like it!

Ever since college, you and Jeonghan had been attached at the hip. You both synced up your schedules so that you had the same classes and lectures when it was possible, and if you couldn't do that, you both made sure that you had the same breaks and study halls. It was safe to say that you were beyond a doubt Jeonghan's best friend, and he was was yours. "Platonic soul mates," is what he always called it. You were just simply meant to always be in each others lives.

—

That's why it is not surprising to anyone who knew you two, that once college was finished, you both decided to get an apartment together. "It'll save us money, and it's close to the office." You justify to your mutual group friends.

"Y/N and I are already super close, it's just the obvious choice to room with her, it would be harder to find a new roommate at this point." Jeonghan adds his justification as well, and all of the reasons you both give seem to placate your friends into leaving you both alone about it.

One of the best parts of how close you and Jeonghan have become over the years is the platonic cuddling and naps you two have both grown accustomed to.

Sometimes, movie nights will end with both of you passed out wrapped up in each other, your head resting on his chest, and Jeonghan's arms are snugly snaked around your waist, keeping you secured to him throughout the night.

Most of the time though, these nap sessions will be initiated by one of you knocking on the other's bedroom door- usually it's Jeonghan coming to you, asking to come relax and lay down, and you could never resist.

"I just need to rest my eyes for a little bit." He says as he shuffles past you, hooking his arm around your waist, and tugging you back to the bed with him. Both of you land with a soft thump into the mattress, and your eyes roll affectionately.

"You're a whole menace," you playfully jest as you maneuver the blankets over the both of you. "How did I end up in here, too? You're the one who wanted to rest his eyes." You ask as Jeonghan tugs you against his chest easily, his hand resting over your stomach.

"You know I rest better with you beside me, Lovie. Besides, what else were you going to do anyway?" His voice is soft and velvety right in your ear, and he settles on the pillow right behind you, the silence starting to fill the room and proves his point.

"Was it a hard day today, Hannie?" Your tone softens to a whisper, pressing your back against him, settling your ass against his hips into a perfect spooning position.

"Just the typical. Impatient clients, lots of meetings, and endless phone calls. You know how marketing goes." Jeonghan hums softly against your neck, you can hear the sleep in his voice, how his words taper off at the end of his sentence; his fingers softly tracing absent shapes on your hips and stomach like he normally does before sleep takes him.

—

After a long moment, the silence in the room makes you think Jeonghan fell asleep. His hand is still on your hip, his breathing even and slow on your neck as no more words are exchanged.

Admittedly, you should also take advantage of this time and nap, too, but you just can't fully fall asleep. So, you lie there with your eyes closed, lightly drifting in and out of sleep when you feel Jeonghan's finger's start to slide and move around on your hip.

Slowly, carefully at first, he just inches his hand barely under the hem of your baggy shirt, and you hold your breath making his hand freezes like Jeonghan was waiting for you to say anything at all. When you don't say a word, a moment passes, and it's like the air in the room hangs heavy with tension.

His fingers start to slowly toy with the hem of your sleep shorts, a slow teasing dance of whether the boundaries of your friendship will be broken and you can't help but hope he crosses that line with you.

As Jeonghan's fingers finally dip just below your waistband, you can feel the breath leaving your lungs as he breaks down that barrier. His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers. "You've been waiting for me to touch you like this, huh, Lovie?"

Long, slender fingers slide down to your already slick and dripping pussy, giving him the answer he needs, and he easily finds your aching clit. He starts a gentle, teasing dance around it with his fingertips before he speaks up again. "Oh, you have…you're soaking wet already, and I've barely even touched you, baby." You can hear, no—feel the smirk as he presses hot, wet kisses along your neck up to your ear again, nipping your earlobe, pulling soft mewls and gasps from you.

Jeonghan chuckles, his breath hot, tickling your neck, "how long have you been using your fingers on this pretty pussy-" he moves his fingers from your clit down to your opening now, sliding two fingers in slowly, "- wishing they were my fingers hmm, Lovie?"

You wish you could answer, but the way his fingers are moving in and out of you, the way they are expertly pressing on the sweet spot inside you is wiping your brain clean. And the cute, fucked out look on your face makes Jeonghan smile a cocky little grin as he maneuvers his thumb to rub your clit while his fingers continue their pace pushing your gummy walls open.

"Nothing to say sweet girl? You look so cute right now trying to find your words." His tone drips with condescension and it nearly pushes you to the edge, your walls clenching and milking his fingers.

"I'm gonna- fuck…Hannie!" Your hands grip his wrist in a desperate attempt to halt the stimulation to your pussy, but Jeonghan huffs in your ear, nipping at the soft skin under it.

"There she is, go on Lovie, cum for me. Soak my fingers and show me how much you love my touch." He leans over as he says it, taking your lips in a hot, devouring kiss as his hips grind against your ass languidly, showing you much this turns him on, too. His cock is hard and pressed between you two, a noticeable bulge with every movement he makes, and it's the final push to send you over the edge.

As you come down from your high, he slows his fingers but doesn't stop, his lips millimeters from yours whispering, "you can cum one more time for me right, sweet girl?" His grin is absolutely devilish as his fingers begin to move at a quickening rate again, his hips moving in tandem, making his cock rub against your ass with each stroke his fingers make against your walls.

Every gasp you make, gets a rough heated sigh from him into your open mouth, the liquid hot pressure building again in your stomach as you cling to his arm, trying to stop the inevitable overstimulation.

"No, ah..baby gimme one more." Jeonghan grunts softly against your neck, his hips moving erratically now, pressing harder into your ass. "Cum one more time for me, Lovie." His fingers press hard into your g-spot and you see stars as you cum again for him with a whine.

His movements stutter to a slow stop as he groans soft and low into your neck, fucking you through it before his hand slowly slides from your sleep shorts and up to his lips to clean his fingers with a smile.

"Guess it's time for me to rest my eyes now, hm?"

[writingdose]

[dokyumms]

(not so) sneaky

what happens when a drunk chan wants to cuddle while the group's in italy, except no one knows you're dating...

pairing: dino x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, lightly suggestive? (just very detailed making out i guess)

word count: 1.1k

cw: kisses/making out, chan had too much wine, secret relationship, set during nana tour

a/n: i'm finally back! this wasn't what i was originally going to put out, but i've been stuck trying to finish a different fic so here yall go 👀 i will be back on my normal posting schedule now!!! could NOT find a third pic so i guess it's just 2 for now

dividers by @purefantasia

someone lands onto your bed with an "oomph"

assuming it's wonwoo, for the third time, maybe coming to give you another souvenir, you wink an eye open. "you need something, won?" but instead your greeted with a sloppy, suspiciously wine tasting peck on the lips. oh lord.

you widen your eyes at the attack, staring at the culprit who pulls away with a dramatic "mwah!"

"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.

"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"

thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.

"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.

since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.

even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.

speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.

chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.

"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.

you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).

he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”

shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”

he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.

before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.

it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.

it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.

he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.

you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.

there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”

you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.

by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.

“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.

if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

-

“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”

“okay well not like that!”

“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”

“nah, what the hell.”

“the water isn’t working again!”

you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.

the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.

he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.

bad idea.

“HUH?”

“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”

“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”

“eugh”

your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.

you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.

chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.

looks like you two are never being left alone again.

[curiousexplorer58]

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[ilys00ga]

𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

★ MASTERLIST.

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

[kosmogrl]