let my star rise on your night

sam's fic idea/writing blog. probably going to be filled with bangtan and other groups that catch my fancy. please have a look through my main for groups i'm currently into -- though i can't guarantee that i'm likely to write about all of them, feel free to prompt me ;o; ☼ prompts are open ☆

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ask box open for prompts!

i wonder if anyone still follows this blog, but in the case that anyone is, please do prompt me things though i can’t guarantee that everything will get written ;;

(and no, not all groups i will potentially write for are in the tags, please check my main to see what groups i’m currently into!)

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

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[drabbles] 2 super self-indulgent aus for 2 fandoms;

kind, but a little foolish | bangtan, bee and puppycat!au | 382w | gen

use the sword as a sword.

the galaxy in your eyes | ikon, the librarians!au | 850w | dongbob if you squint

magic has three parts: the power to change reality, focus to direct that change, and an effect—that change in the real world.

[toxixpumpkin]

Awkward First Meetings AUs

“My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.”

“I was imitating a fight scene off this anime I watched and accidentally hit you in the face.”

“This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry.”

 “I needed a drink of water after my shower but I forgot that I opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen naked.”

“I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”

“I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”

“You have just witnessed me cry over the ending to my favorite game before class began please don’t ever tell anyone about this.”

“I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting.”

“I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.”

“You’re headphones aren’t plugged in all the way so I know you’re listening to educational children’s cartoon theme songs.”

“You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face.”

“You accidently broke my arm when you fell from a tree and landed on top of me.”

“I got my ass handed to me in SSB4 by this little kid and you were there to witness it.”

“I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

“Hello we are full grown adults fighting over this last balloon that’s shaped like a cats head.”

“I’m running late to school and you just hit me with your motorcycle cause you’re also late and no I don’t want to go to the hospital instead because I cannot miss this test just please give me a ride instead?”

“Please don’t tell anyone that I carry a stuffed animal around with me and even talk to it.”

“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

“I’m watching The Lion King on my phone and I’m trying to hide the fact I’m sobbing uncontrollably but you notice anyway.”

“I was trying to ask for directions and you accidentally pepper sprayed me cause you thought I was your stalker.”

“Hey you called this number at like 3AM and we talked about some pretty heavy shit do you remember any of that?”

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treasure, that means what you are

It's Hanbin's birthday, but Jinhwan and Bobby are the ones unwrapping the present.

♡ yg team b/ikon fic, bobby/hanbin/jinhwan.

nc-17, warnings for polyamory, lapselock. 

read on on livejournal or ao3.

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come in from the cold.

♡ yg team b/ikon golden trio, that is, bobby/hanbin/jinhwan. also posted to livejournal.

warnings for: polyamory, nudity, idk, naked cuddling

Bobby strips off his boxers the second Jinhwan turns off the camera. It’s one smooth movement, a slip of his thumbs under the elastic pulled taut around his hips that leads into the stretching of his back as he leans over to get the material around and kicked off his ankles. It’s something Jinhwan has seen time and time again, and something he almost expects to see most nights when they share a room together, because he and Hanbin both know Bobby hates sleeping with his clothes on. “Clothes are too hot,” he’d said once, a long time ago when Jinhwan had asked him about it. Hanbin, wrapped up in his own oversized hoodie and barely a few centimetres taller than Jinhwan at the time, had let out a small snort. “It’s autumn,” Hanbin had mumbled, crossing and uncrossing his ankles on the mattress both he and Jinhwan had been lounging on. “You’re gonna come down with something if you don’t cover up when it gets cold.” Bobby had paid them no heed. “It’s not ever gonna be cold when I have you guys,” he’d said then, non-committal, though the same words hold a different, bolder meaning two years down the line. Now, Bobby strips with all the ease in the world. Nudity feels natural to him, lets him feel that little bit of freedom at the end of days of shuffling from vocal training to dance practice, rehearsals and 2a.m. ramyeon dinners. And after three years together, Bobby is happy to note that both Jinhwan and Hanbin don’t particularly care about his nakedness, even when Bobby pulls them both close to them for a snuggle on the hotel bed. The two of them are clothed, tank tops on the both of them, but Bobby wastes no time in sticking his hands down the back of Hanbin’s sweatpants and Jinhwan’s boxers when he tugs them to his chest. “What is with you and touching people’s butts,” Jinhwan says, exasperated, but he lets head fall against Bobby’s shoulder, content. Hanbin lets out a yelp when Bobby slides his hand just a tad bit further south, fingers spreading across warm skin. Hanbin hisses at the contact. “Your hands are cold,” he huffs, and if anything, Bobby just wiggles his fingers across more skin, almost as if tapping out a rhythm on a soundboard, spreading the chill and making Hanbin whine as he tries to settle into Bobby’s side. “Just stop moving,” Jinhwan tells him, not even bothering to hide his laughter as he reaches over to smooth back Hanbin’s floppy fringe, still damp from his shower. The little bit of awkward tension seems to leave Hanbin’s shoulders as Jinhwan pets his hair gently, but Bobby still feels the high of being allowed to perform at the YG Family concert fill his body. He feels like he could do anything, challenge anyone, achieve everything. But stuck in a room with two of his favourite people who are on the same team as him, he has to settle with being just a little bit cheeky. Hanbin looks like he’s getting drowsier from where his nose is pressed into Bobby’s other shoulder, Jinhwan now stroking his cheek softly with the back of his hand. Bobby still has his hands down both of their pants. All it takes is Bobby’s fingers giving both Hanbin and Jinhwan the slightest of pinches, and Bobby is suddenly breathless both from laughter and also from Jinhwan’s sharp elbow jabbing into his ribs. Hanbin lets out a mix between a yelp and an annoyed growl, shooting up and tumbling off the bed with a string of expletives leaving his mouth. Bobby laughs so hard he feels tears coming. Jinhwan flicks him in the forehead before smacking his entire palm against his face, and Bobby sputters. “Brat,” Jinhwan says, and digs his elbow into Bobby’s side again, causing him to teeter at the edge of the mattress, but Hanbin is nice enough to stand up from his initially crumpled position on the floor to roll Bobby back onto the bed. (“I punched you in the shoulder,” Hanbin says, later, when Bobby thanks him the next morning. I deserved it, Bobby thinks. “I know you love me,” he tells Hanbin instead, and Jinhwan shoves a pillow in his face.) Hanbin then moves over to Jinhwan’s other side, ignoring the fingers that Bobby wiggles at him as he clambers onto the bed. He wriggles his way across the sheets and presses his face into Jinhwan’s shoulder. Bobby thinks he looks sleepy. Sleepy but adorable, freshly showered and finally looking his age. Jinhwan has already taken Bobby’s arm hostage, wedging it behind his neck and along the pillow to get comfortable and probably also to stop Bobby’s wandering hands, so all Bobby has to do is stretch that little bit more to touch Hanbin’s hair and thread his fingers through it, continuing what Jinhwan had stopped. Hanbin just nuzzles closer, half butting his head against Bobby’s palm and pressing little kisses to Jinhwan’s shoulder, moving up his neck to poke his nose into the hollow of Jinhwan’s jaw. Bobby knows there’s a tiny mole there right beneath Jinhwan’s ear, has kissed it himself enough times to know its position on Jinhwan’s skin by heart, and he knows that Hanbin finds it as adorable as Bobby himself does too. “Sleep,” Jinhwan murmurs, reaching one hand back to pat Hanbin’s face fondly, then forwards to pinch at Bobby’s cheek. Bobby tries to bat his hand away, but Jinhwan is too quick, already tangling his fingers with Hanbin’s and holding their joint hands against Bobby’s bare hip. Bobby can tell that Hanbin is on the verge of nodding off, especially when he mumbles a soft request to turn off the lights before he smashes his face into Jinhwan’s shoulder again, and Bobby only just reaches over to the bedside table to flick the lamp switch when he can feel Hanbin’s steady breaths even out. Bobby gently pulls his arm back from its place behind Jinhwan’s neck, and Jinhwan is nice enough to lift his head so that Bobby can reach down for the covers and pull them up and over the three of them then curling in to rest his head against Jinhwan’s softly. “Goodnight,” Jinhwan whispers to him, voice steady and calm like always, but Bobby likes to think that the affection he hears is reserved just for him and Hanbin sometimes, especially at times like this, and Jinhwan’s free hand stroking along his arm confirms it enough for Bobby to smile into Jinhwan’s hair. Jinhwan reaches over further to tuck the edge of the blankets around Bobby’s shoulder. “Don’t catch a cold, ok? Sleep well.” “You too, hyung,” Bobby whispers back. I’m never cold when I’m with you two.

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take me to hong kong.

for flowerjizz l o l o l o l o l o l

sorry for lapslock HAHAHA rated pc for porn and crack.

jimin’s back is arching, his nails and digging into yoongi’s shoulders, and yoongi knows he’s got to be close, judging from the way that jimin whines, high and breathy at the back of his throat while yoongi fucks him with deep, slow thrusts, just so the bed doesn’t shake too much and yoongi can stare down at the sweat clinging to jimin’s eyelashes. 

jimin stares back up at him, eyes hazy, and he looks half wrecked, fucked out, and yoongi swears that he could get off purely on the way jimin’s moans and whimpers tumblr off his lips. yoongi starts to speed up just the tiniest bit when jimin rocks his hips up to meet yoongi’s thrusts, but then jimin is looping his arms around yoongi’s neck, pressing his lips to yoongi’s ear, and—

“take me to hong kong,” jimin whispers, and he sounds serious.

yoongi pulls back at that. “what?” he says, not understanding. was this some kind of code? some reference to a film? was that supposed to be sexy?

jimin seems to dislike the loss of momentum, shifting his hips slightly as if he means for yoongi to keep moving, but yoongi settles back into a kneeling position, jimin letting out a small cry when yoongi pulls out.

“why did you stop,” jimin whines, and yoongi for the life of him does not understand.

“what did you mean,” yoongi asks back, “why hong kong, do you want to go there? did i miss something? is it an anniversary?”

“no,” jimin says, groans, really, “i didn’t mean that literally, it’s a saying, a phrase, i—“

“okay,” yoongi says, and he runs a hand through his own hair. he isn’t that much older than jimin, he really doesn’t know how he could not be versed in the art of phrases and snazzy metaphors or whatever jimin is going on about. yoongi also notices a little sadly that both their erections have wilted. “what does it mean?”

jimin seems to colour an even deeper shade of red, and he sputters out an answer. “it means like. just. i. i don’t know how to explain it, how do you not know what it means oh my god.”

“are you sure you used it in the right context? because you’ve definitely said a lot of things out of context, park jimin—”

“i’m sure, oh my god, i know i’m sure but maybe people don’t say it… in real life or something i—“ he’s babbling now, and yoongi would feel smug if he were teasing but now it seems like both of them don’t understand what either are saying and yoongi told himself before they became serious that he’d do his part in maintaining an open and honest relationship, but now jimin is jut confusing the fuck out of him.

jimin’s groan (not out of pleasure, this time) breaks yoongi out of his thoughts. he’s rolled over to his side and he looks like he’s attempting to stuff his face into a pillow. yoongi pinches his waist, and jimin flips over to hiss a, “what,” back at him.

“explain it to me,” yoongi says, stubborn as always. does he need to ask seokjin about this? namjoon? hoseok? anyone? “do i need to google this? jimin. hey. jimin. don’t go to sleep. what does it mean? jimin, hyung can’t take you to hong kong or to macau or wherever you want to go unless you tell me what it means—”

“just shut up and go to sleep, hyung, forget i ever said anything!”

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18 hanjoo (¬‿¬)

for ttoppddogg. hansol/bjoo for 18, bite.

l o l o l i’m so sorry the ending is so typical and kinda tropey. 

"Stop it," Byungjoo hisses, as quietly as he can.

Hansol drops his hand from Byungjoo’s hair with a pout that Byungjoo chooses to ignore. He’s long past the point of playing into Hansol’s hands. It’s not that Hansol isn’t just as dazzling to Byungjoo as he was when they first met, when Jiho had introduced them to each other, but Byungjoo has learnt how to save the praises and affection for places other than their living room couch. 

Hansol huffs a little, settling down into the couch beside Byungjoo, and Byungjoo rolls his eyes. He peeks a little out of the corner of his eye, watches Sanggyun and Taeyang work on lyrics at the dining table, Taeyang mumbling suggestions every now and then. Byungjoo lets his eyes slide back to Hansol’s place beside him when Sanggyun nods at Taeyang, calm, understanding, less sensitive than he used to be, and Byungjoo sighs as he stares at Hansol’s sock clad feet, ankles are crossed over Byungjoo’s knees. It’s clear that in the years they’ve spent together, their maknaes have grown up while Hansol keeps proving to get more childish when he doesn’t get his way.

Byungjoo wiggles his knees. Hansol’s feet don’t budge. When Byungjoo sets his book down to look at him, the look on Hansol’s face is smug. “What,” Hansol says, almost a drawl , voice teasing. He’s trying to get a reaction out of Byungjoo, and after being constantly interrupted over the past hour, Byungjoo will give him what he wants.

He can’t exactly punch Hansol in the face, not when the two of them are the prettiest out of the 15 of them, and Byungjoo doesn’t want Jiwon to scold him like he did the last time he and Hansol got so rough with each other to the point that Byungjoo had almost twisted his ankle and Hansol had ended up with something close to a bruised rib. So Byungjoo goes for the next best thing.

The bite takes Hansol by surprise, if his yelp is anything to go by. Byungjoo digs his teeth into Hansol’s shoulder, probably hard enough to sting but hopefully not hard enough to leave a mark. He still gets Hansol riled up, which is what he expected, but Hansol has his fingers in Byungjoo’s hair again, twisted around the out of shape curls and pulling taut at his black roots. They’re both causing a commotion now, with Hansol swearing and Byungjoo growling around Hansol’s sleeve, but Byungjoo isn’t going to back down, isn’t going to lose. He can hear alarmed voices coming from the bedroom, and if he backs down then there won’t be a chance to bite Hansol again before Sehyuk or Dongsung come out to pull them apart. Byungjoo would rather take a chance with what little time he has to retaliate while Taeyang doesn’t care and Sanggyun laughs. 

He lifts his mouth away from Hansol quickly, and Hansol’s grip loosens in his hair, tension leaving his fingers, but his relief is short lived because Byungjoo has other plans. The gasp that Hansol lets out when Byungjoo tackles him into the couch to bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder is music to his ears.

What he doesn’t expect is for Hansol’s gasp to turn into a moan. And by the redness on Hansol’s face when Byungjoo sits back and topples off the couch, neither did he. 

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keke jin/jimin -> hand holding and puppy love?

for youths uwu idk what this is but um. jinjam \o/

“Hyung,” Jimin says slowly, and his voice is quiet, almost scared, “Is this all right?”

He’s looking down at their hands, clasped together, palm to palm, fingers threaded, and it reminds Seokjin of a time long ago, before their first debut stage, when Jungkook was so nervous he’d needed an equally frazzled Hoseok to soothe him with gentle smiles and words of encouragement. Jimin had been so worried about their first stage that he almost looked like he was going to be physically ill, and Seokjin hadn’t had the words to tell him that everything would go fine, just took Jimin’s hand in his own and stroked his thumb across Jimin’s wrist bone, as reassuringly as he could. 

Seokjin still doesn’t have the words today, not when they’ve done this tens, hundreds of times, Jimin tugging on his fingers to show him things, to get Seokjin to sit next to him in the van, to help Seokjin learn the hardest moves to their choreography. But then there’s the hand holding before performances, and sweat sticky palms sliding against each other in the van, fingers brushing under the dinner table. There’s all of that, and there’s the look of sheer adoration in Jimin’s eyes and in the way that he says hyung, Seokjin hyung, sheepish but sometimes eager, and so willing to please.

It’s puppy love, Seokjin tells himself, and tries to convince himself that that’s all there is, but he’s lying to himself, what with every time he reaches for Jimin’s hand and receives a smile in return, bright and dazzling, and Seokjin can’t say that things are all right and are going to be all right, but he can’t look away. He won’t. And with the way that Jimin looks at him, Jimin doesn’t want him to either.

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breaking the rules + not wearing that => yoonseok

for ynoogi. yoonseok highschool!au of sorts, playing hooky, running off together, etc. idk what this is but yay and i’ll… maybe edit this later bc i wrote this in one shot. 

They’ve run across the basketball courts under the cover of the trees lined up by the side of the fence, Yoongi tugging on Hoseok’s sweaty hand to get him to move faster, dammit.

“Hoseok, come on, if you don’t get moving we’re really going to get caught—“

“Hyung, we’ve already been seen by Jimin, he’s not gonna tell on us but he’s probably gonna tell Jungkook and Jungkook is gonna tell on us—”

“No one is gonna tell on us, Christ, Hoseok, stop staring at the windows and keep running.”

Honestly, this is not what Hoseok expected when Yoongi said he had an idea for a potential date during school hours. Hoseok was brought up to think and know that skipping school was bad, was breaking the rules, was probably going to go down in his personal records if they’re not careful, but Hoseok wasn’t brought up knowing he’d eventually end up dating a perpetually grumpy boy from Daegu in his final year of highschool.

Hoseok would sigh, if he could, if he didn’t think that Yoongi was entirely worth it and that their relationship was one of the best things to happen to him, but he saves the sigh for a later date when Yoongi isn’t holding his hand almost tighter than the feeling in Hoseok’s heart, tugging him past the sleeping security guard and through the school gates and out to the promise of freedom.

-

“This isn’t what I expected when you mentioned ‘freedom’, Hoseok,” Yoongi says. They’re both in street clothes, dressed down and out of their uniforms, and Hoseok finally feels like he can breathe a little bit easier. He doesn’t even care that Yoongi is staring at him, unimpressed. If anything, Hoseok just wants to kiss him on the cheek, but that will have to wait for later.

“Well,” Hoseok starts, as he digs through the pile of costume clothing, character headbands, and sequinned tutus in the box before them. “You told me that if we went on a date on a school day of your choice, you’d let me choose what we’d do, and this is what I want to do. With you.” 

Yoongi picks up a bright red wig and skull cap. Hoseok thinks that the wig’s styling would make him look like a rather underwhelming Spock. “I choose one day for us to spend together, one day where we could have gone to Everland or something, and all you want us to do is take sticker photos in the mall?”

“Hey, I like sticker photos,” Hoseok mumbles, just the tiniest bit defensive, “and there’s nothing wrong with us spending our day eating a nice lunch—“

“—Hoseok, we got cheap burgers at Lotteria—“

“—and taking a bunch of photos together, ok, I don’t need fancy trips to theme parks when all I want to do is spend some time with you.”

Shit. He hadn’t meant to go all out and say that. Hoseok feels a little red in the face from that tiny confession, though they’ve been comfortable with their feelings for each other for a while now, and from the looks of it, Yoongi is probably embarrassed too. If he could squint hard enough, Hoseok’s almost sure that the tips of Yoongi’s ears are pink. It’s nothing compared to the smug grin that Yoongi has on his face though, and Hoseok rolls his eyes at him before throwing a pair of googly-eyed glasses at his face that Yoongi deflects easily with one raised hand.

Hoseok lifts up a pink tutu and admires the way the sequins glint in the bright lighting of the sticker photo booth. “This colour would suit you,” he says finally, and when he looks at Yoongi it’s with the biggest smile he can muster on his face. It’s a wonderful thing to have found out that Yoongi likes it best when he smiles, and Hoseok can see from Yoongi’s sudden fidgeting with a propeller cap that Yoongi’s resolve is faltering. 

“Hoseok, no,” Yoongi starts to say, but he doesn’t move when Hoseok moves in closer to hold the skirt up to Yoongi’s hips. It’s a already huge contrast to the plain black shirt Yoongi’s wearing, not to mention the beanie on his head with Swag emblazoned across the front, but it would have to do. Hoseok just has to push that little bit harder, and Yoongi will crumble. 

A small pinch to Yoongi’s hip gets Hoseok a sharp intake of breath and a half-assed grumble of “I’m telling you I’m not wearing that,” but Hoseok just leans in closer until he has Yoongi pressed up against the back of the booth and his chin digging into Yoongi’s shoulder, utilising only his most aegyo-filled whines and whispers of hyung, please to get his way. As expected, it only takes one brush of Hoseok’s lips against Yoongi’s jaw to get him to break.

“Okay, okay, god I get it ok, I’ll put on the damn tutu for you.” He steps away from Hoseok, just a tad bit red in the face, and Hoseok is still elated despite the fact that Yoongi is pulling the elastic up his denim clad legs. Yoongi’s very nice denim clad legs. The sequins swish when Yoongi finally gets the waistband around his belt, and Hoseok feels like he’s on cloud nine until Yoongi throws a pair of plastic shutter shades and a green top hat at him.

-

Their pictures turn out awful but wonderful at the same time. Some of them are blurry in certain areas, a clear indication that neither of them can get into positions they both like fast enough for the shots to turn out well, and the lighting makes Yoongi’s tutu reflect pink dots of light all over the inside of the booth. Hoseok’s top hat doesn’t stay on his head and his glasses fall off after the first shot. It’s the final shot that turns out the best, after Yoongi has curled his hands around Hoseok with a hiss of stop moving only to tug Hoseok half into his lap, stumbling back at Hoseok’s weight against him. His voice is harsh but the smile on his face says otherwise, the kind of smile Hoseok can feel down to his very core, fond and almost tender, and Hoseok just can’t stop himself from leaning forward and smiling back against Yoongi’s lips in a kiss. 

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alangkah indah

BASICALLY THIS IS THE MOST MALAYSIAN FICLET EVER UH IN TERMS OF DIALOGUE and not even the most slang i could have even included and i didn't want... the whole thing to be in slang LMAO THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUNNY BUT SO UGLY TO WRITE OUT u m  anyway, this is for paldogangsans. (song title from this gorgeous song)

bangtan fic with apeks hyungline who hang out in kopitiams and rempits maknaeline

seokjin snorts from beside him, already drinking up his watery cendol. "you think you say anything then he do meh?" he asks yoongi, and he taps his bata sandals on the greasy floor of the kopitiam. yoongi counts the beats and hums under his breath.

namjoon chooses then to arrive, half melted ice kacang in hand and a box of rojak in the other. his white -- or rather, off white, now -- tank top is loose fitting, and his back is drenched in sweat. almost like all the times when he comes out of the shower and refuses to wipe his back. "wait a little bit cannot is it," he says, placing the bowls onto the table. yoongi continues to stare at him. 

"stare what stare lah," namjoon tells him, ticked off just the slightest bit.

yoongi leans back in his chair, balancing on the two rear legs of it, namjoon is eying a crack going through the plastic of one leg warily when hoseok speaks up this time, "you bring food but you never bring the spoon you think we can eat ah? use what as spoon, my hand meh?" 

namjoon is about to retort when the sound of motorbikes interrupts their conversation. the sound only gets louder and louder until three scruffy teens pop into the kopitiam. 

"jin kor!" the shout is happy, and suddenly the three of them are barrelling up to their table. it's much too happy and much too loud for a kopitiam at 3pm in the afternoon. yoongi sees that the taufoofah man stares at them a little bit angrily, and makes a note not to order anything from his stall on that day, just in case anything extra would be added into their syrup.

taehyung is the one who reaches seokjin first, and seokjin takes one look at him before telling him off for going on rempit rides wearing his actual school uniform. "you think just because you hang out with some leng zhais at the kopitiam means we'll tell your teachers that you're good boys meh, think again lah please."

taehyung almost seems apprehensive when jungkook laughs. "jin kor, you guys are less like leng zhais and more like lau ah peks ok." jungkook, youngest but boldest out of all of them, yoongi has known this for years, ever since jungkook has been working at his aunt's wantan mee stall at the kopitiam. 

jimin is the most out of place in their group, despite being the one with the body to actually be part of a rempit gang, abs and arms and muscle gone to waste with his cute face and charming features. "don't talk about us can or not, with jimin in your group, you guys are just gonna end up looking like macam yes tapi bukan," hoseok says, and yoongi watches a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. fuck, it's hot.

jimin says nothing, quietly sits in the vacant seat on yoongi's other side that's meant to be namjoon's, and namjoon doesn't even say anything, or at least, he would have, if jimin didn't look at him with his charming smile. it's the same smile he uses on the pisang goreng makcik down the street under the rambutan tree on the corner who always ensures that jimin gets only the biggest, sweetest banana fritters ever. yoongi always tells the group that their rempit status is no action talk only, and jimin never objects. 

it doesn't stop jimin from somehow being the most manja, though. 

"yoongi kor," he says, leaning across the table to stare at the bowls namjoon brought over. "you eating ice kacang ah." yoongi raises an eyebrow at him. "abuden? if not ice kacang then what? bubur chacha? pssht."

namjoon manages to bring them a few out of shape spoons and satay sticks, and after a while they're all sitting around the tiny table fighting for the last piece of jambu in the rojak box. yoongi sits back in his chair and leans his head over the back, staring at the ceiling fan boredly and half listening to jungkook try to chat up hoseok.

"kor, do you go to mamak often? 'cuz i dah teh tarik dengan you"

"waliao eh."

"jungkook, keluar."

[fogsblue]

send a number (or 2) and a pairing and i'll try and write a drabble or ficlet

1. chocolate

2. in the snow

3. rhythm

4. irresistible

5. hold my hand

6. tongue-tied

7. blue

8. with you

9. grinding

10. not wearing that

11. can you hear me

12. believe

13. in the storm

14. first kiss

15. shooting star

16. broken wings

17. last dance

18. bite

19. at the edge

20. breaking the rules

21. good riddance

22. books

23. weight of the world

24. my child

25. sunlight

26. tactile

27. happy birthday

28. waiting

29. fading away

30. all I ask

31. blame me

32. open your eyes

33. hope

34. good enough

35. eternal

36. that hurt

37. meant no harm

38. blood

39. secret admirer

40. separation

41. diamond

42. flying

43. pool

44. puppy love

45. under the influence

46. fever

47. throne

48. shackles

49. coming home

50. odds and ends

[eoreumdeul]

i'm not a very imaginative person (especially when i have three assignments and a test lined up over the course of two weeks) but i figured hey. whatever. procrastination will make me stress more and lead to me actually sitting down to do work sometime, so. go for it? 

(also idk what groups i can even... potentially write for tbh but i'm willing to try or will leave a note saying i can't if i'm totally stumped... uh yeah. anyway a list of groups i like can be found here.)

[eoreumdeul]

before the beginning n___n

yoongi keeps looking at him. it’s a bit unnerving, being watched constantly by managers, fans, and cameras, but being watched by yoongi is different—different in the sense that he likes it, likes yoongi watching him, likes the fact that yoongi seems to like looking at him.

hoseok thinks that maybe he likes it a little more than he should.

[eoreumdeul]

NEXT

edited/finished the first sentence and added the next:

Hoseok can feel the tug at the edge of his shirt sleeve and the thumb cautiously sliding against his. Hoseok will take what he can get.

[eoreumdeul]

POV :D!

from light the spark, jungkook’s pov:

jungkook thinks it’s a little unfair that hoseok and yoongi keep treating him like a child. sure he’s younger than the rest of them, but he’s getting taller, drinking his milk and still growing (unlike jimin, he might add), so calling him a small kid in regards to his snores just sounds a bit uncalled for. and honestly, no matter how deep a sleeper jungkook is usually, they’re in a tent, and hoseok and yoongi are speaking to each other two inches above jungkook’s head.

which is why he doesn’t think it too bad when he flops over and tries to push them apart in his now feigned sleep, having being woken up by the sounds of giggling and hand smacking. hoseok and yoongi are cute together, in the kind of banter filled, weird, not-really-a-relationship thing they’re trying to play up, but jungkook is tired, and he doesn’t actually want to fall asleep to the sound of his hyungs making out above his head again.

[professorfangirl]

no excuses writing meme, askbox version

(Nicked from iambickilometer):

drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

[eoreumdeul]

yoonseok; yoongi being tsundere

for wonder