summary → the mermaid world and the human world were never meant to cross, until a sailor falls overboard and you break every rule to save his life. as something forbidden begins to grow between you, will it be worth the risk, or should you have listened to the warnings?
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thank you to @glimmerfics for commissioning me to write a choose-your-own-adventure fic! so happy to have ot7 back and swim inspired me to make this sailor!jungkook fic that you can play and get different endings for!!! let me know what you guys get :3
summary → the mermaid world and the human world were never meant to cross, until a sailor falls overboard and you break every rule to save his life. as something forbidden begins to grow between you, will it be worth the risk, or should you have listened to the warnings?
[READ/PLAY HERE]
thank you to @glimmerfics for commissioning me to write a choose-your-own-adventure fic! so happy to have ot7 back and swim inspired me to make this sailor!jungkook fic that you can play and get different endings for!!! let me know what you guys get :3
when you're hired to design and style bts' anticipated comeback, you discover the members' powers goes far beyond their lives as influential idols...
ft. demon!min yoongi x f!reader: saja boys!au, stylist!reader, demonic elements, angst/dark romance, more warnings to come
w/c: 1.4k
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Your heart skips a beat as the elevator dings, bringing you to your destination: floor seven of the most successful music company in South Korea and home to the renowned boy band BTS. It’s all glass walls, vaulted ceilings, and shiny marble floors. The building reeks of fame.
Time is money, you remind yourself, hurrying your pace down the hall to find the meeting room. Today is your first -- and potentially last -- day on the job, so you intend to make the most of it. The management sought you out on their own, impressed by your previous work with Selene, an indie singer-songwriter who rose to stardom after a hit song. You’d been her stylist, the collaboration built on an acquaintance made in art school years ago. It was your visual concept behind her MV that put you on the map. Brands, magazines, and celebrities were desperate for access to your cutting-edge ideas, something that was just as much of a curse as it was a blessing.
Still, turning down BTS would’ve been out of the question.
You’re just about to reach the meeting room when you hear an echoing melody of voices to your right. It stops you dead in your tracks, your heart skipping a beat once more. Approaching the door, you peek through the small window pane that gives you a glimpse inside. BTS are seated casually on high stools with sheet music propped in front of them. Their vocal teacher is watching, head lulling side to side with the tune, entranced by the same melody that seems to be drawing you closer -- demanding you closer. Before you can stop yourself, you reach for the doorknob and take a step. The air is heavy as you enter, their capellas whispering sweet words like those of a lullaby.
Your eyes drag across each member as they take turns singing, until your gaze stops on him. Yoongi inhales sharply before he begins the rap verse. It’s a song you’ve never heard -- probably unreleased -- but there’s a sense of familiarity in it, like he’s reciting something from a dream you forgot. It’s harsh and cold, sending a shiver up your spine.
What am I doing here? you think, cheeks warming with embarrassment. This is a complete invasion of privacy.
When you glance around at the staff, you’re relieved to see none of them have noticed your presence. They’re all consumed by watching the idols sing, as if they couldn’t bear to look away. You take advantage of the distraction to slowly step backward, hoping to make it to the door before the last verse. You reach blindly for the knob, finally turning to twist and shove it open. Even in your haste, you spare one last look and regret it instantly when that same cold shiver rolls through you. Yoongi’s eyes are dead set on yours. His smirk makes it clear he’s caught you.
You don’t waste another second, practically stumbling over your own feet as you rush out.
How could that be my first impression? You sigh in disbelief over your stupidity as you reroute back to the meeting room, glancing down at your watch as you do. There are only a few minutes left to sit down and organize your presentation. Silent curses echo in your head as you find a seat at the large table, setting down your tablet and organizing the files in front of you.
Groups are entering now, tailed by executives, choreographers, directors, music producers, and all of the rest. And then you see them. BTS enters one by one, and the entire room falls silent. Everyone’s heads instinctively bow, as if in a show of reverence. That thick tension from the rehearsal room returns.
RM nods at one of the managers across the table. “Begin,” he states, simply.
The man jumps to his feet, as if prodded by an electric current. He consults the producers and choreographers for updates on the comeback preparations and they go down the line, giving concise summaries of their accomplishments and the final tasks that need finishing. Each stops and stares at the idols, awaiting their validation. All they get are basic responses from RM: “good,” “continue,” or “that’s enough.”
Your pulse flutters when you realize you’re next. With sweaty hands, you swipe through your tablet, preparing to broadcast your visual aids onto the large screen at the front of the room. The stylist to your left finishes their presentation -- a slideshow of boyish, pastel garments from a recent spring collection. The idols grimace through it. You can tell RM especially is displeased when he replies with a mere “okay,” and moves his gaze to you.
Now. This is it.
You take a deep breath and stand, straightening yourself and projecting your images onto the screen.
After a brief introduction, you begin swiping through the slides: couture pieces and collages of aesthetics that you’ve tirelessly sourced for your original concept. The pitch could heavily sway the direction of their wardrobe for the entire comeback -- music video, promotional photoshoots, even the M! Countdown and Inkigayo stage costumes. Everything is riding on this moment.
When you reach the last slide, your eyes scan the faces of the creative directors and executives, checking for any sign of displeasure or engagement. Before they can express their thoughts, you’re interrupted by a deep voice.
“This is it. This is the one,” Yoongi decides, his tone finite.
You turn to look at him, finding him nodding at the screen. Almost instantly, the management mimics the motion, and the creative directors quickly follow suit.
An executive confirms his decision, telling you, “You will be the lead stylist for this comeback.”
You bow to each idol with a humble thanks, your eyes landing on Yoongi last. Goosebumps rise on your arms. He’s completely unreadable. His dark hair falls just around his eyes, a sharp contrast to his pale skin. You’re grateful for the opportunity to descend back into your seat. It seems your poor first impression hadn’t had too much of an effect on him.
The meeting ends when RM stands, gives a short “thank you,” and heads to the door. The rest of the group follows neatly behind him. No one makes a sound until the door shuts, and then everyone rises at once, gathering their things to leave. You can’t help but sit there, stunned, as you watch them leave. In all of your time in the industry, you had never seen a company hierarchy like this. Were the idols really superior to their executives? And the way their every word was the final say… Something about it was so strange.
You decide to chalk it up to the group’s financial success and global fame. They did put the company on the map, after all.
You’re the last to collect your things and head out the door, only to find a surprising figure standing right outside, almost as if he’d been waiting for you to appear.
“Y/N,” Yoongi says, standing in the middle of the hall to block your path.
His hands are in his pocket, his eyes reflecting their nonchalance as they scan you upward, finally landing on your face. You feel like you’re being examined, like he sees right through you. You instinctively clutch your bag closer to your body as you wait for him to say something. Maybe he’ll scold you for walking in on their rehearsal unannounced -- or make a comment about his preferences for the wardrobe. But a moment passes and he’s still just staring, quiet.
“Thank you for choosing me,” you blurt out, bowing again and hoping to break the silence.
“Do we know each other?” he suddenly asks.
A flash of confusion crosses your face as you straighten, hesitating for a moment.
“Uh- no. It’s my first day,” you awkwardly reply, glancing around the hall to make sure he’s not addressing someone else. “Maybe you saw me in that interview with Vogue: Korea? When I dressed Selene?”
Another bout of silence hangs in the air, his expression still unreadable as you wait for any indication of his acknowledgement. His eyes finally flicker away from your face as he glances toward the empty wall on your left. His nostrils flare in a deep inhale before he nods. You try to speak again, to thank him, but he turns suddenly on his feet and walks down the hall. He’s already in the elevator by the time you blink and exhale.
it’s winter time and this blog is in desperate need of a revival! so for the month of december, we’ll be doing snowy sunday, in place of our previously popular sinful sunday!
➝ send in your favorite winter/christmas concepts + an idol for a cute drabble!
➝ all genres (fluff, smut, angst) and aus are allowed as long as they’re fitting to the season/holiday ❄️
➝ requests will be open every sunday for the rest of the month, so get your asks in while you still can!
please promise me and take care of yourselves today, okay? celebrate his life & then go on a walk, or maybe paint a pretty picture, or bake something yummy. i know that today is hard, but let’s give jonghyun a big kiss & do our best today just like he did.
jonghyun,
you are loved and we are so proud of you. you’ve worked hard, you’ve done well. continue to fly high, beautiful
G-dragon fluff Drabble pleaseeee + no specification
a/n: god i forgot how much i love writing for jiyong PLS - ruby
✵ gn!reader, baking together, established relationship, winter vibes but no holiday specified!
Jiyong’s lips catch yours the moment you turn from the counter, tasting like chocolate chips from stolen bites of cookie dough. Your flour-caked hands leave palm prints on his dark shirt, but he merely pulls you closer with a grin, chest expanding beneath your touch with a stifled laugh.
“You--…” He tries to silence you with a kiss, but you persist. “Need to stop… Eating.. The cookie… dough.” The words come out in a staccato between pecks, your mouth curling into a knowing smirk when he huffs in response. “Or else I won’t be able to make these cookies you said you’d die without.”
When he pulls away to reply with a snarky retort, you take the opportunity to snake your way out of his grip, barely escaping his sticky, sugary fingers as they attempt to latch onto the tie of your apron. The neatly tucked bow unravels, but you sacrifice the fabric and reach for the bowl of cookie dough while Jiyong growls playfully behind you.
“Baby…” He whines, as you hold the bowl above your head with both hands. “Hand it over!”
You giggle before clearing your throat, forcing your expression into feigned determination. “Over my dead body,” you state, raising your chin. The kitchen sits in silence for a moment, two, and then Jiyong has that look; eyes thinned, dark pupils sparkling.
You’ve been chased by him enough to recognize his familiar stance, and you barely take off before he does, the sound of his socks sliding against the tile filling your ears seconds later.
Awwww my friend tagged me for your Snowy Sunday and it sounds super cute. Also, glad she brought a new masterlist for me to read through to my attention. I don't particularly mind what genre and I'm not the most Christmas-y person, but empty city late night/early morning walks in the snow with Min Yoongi sounds like my speed.
a/n: we can always count on trish to signal boost us!! hope you enjoy this drabble admin jewels wrote xx - ruby
A chilly breeze passes you, making you shove your hands further into your winter coat pockets. You watch as the sun rises in the distant, clouded by smoke from the city and gusts of snow. Your nose begins to grow numb, making you wonder if you’ve been outside just a bit too long. After all, it wasn’t your idea to be here at the crack of dawn. Yoongi had called you and asked to meet up at the local park. His usual cranky morning voice was nowhere to be found. Instead, he sounded chirpier and actually excited about something…
You consider running into a nearby coffee shop for warmth when a hand suddenly grabs your left shoulder. “Cold, aren’t you?”
You jump slightly from the bench, only to find Yoongi in a bright, neon beanie staring down at you.
“God, don’t scare me like that!” you announce, reprimanding him.
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re a scaredy-cat.” He smiles, sitting next to you.
You begin to squirm, pressing into his side as much as you can to warm yourself up.
“So what’s going on? Why did you ask me to meet you here so early?” you ask, sniffling your nose.
“Well,” he begins, throwing his arm around you, “I’m going to just come out and say it, Y/N. There’s no point in beating around the bush with this kind of thing.”
You feel your stomach drop. Did he not want to be your best friend anymore? Was he so upset over the fact you left him out of those movie plans on the weekend? Your mind runs in a million directions, all expecting the worst.
“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”
A heavy silence hangs in the air, and you’re suddenly unable to breathe.
“W-what?” you stutter, heart pounding and stomach filling with butterflies.
“You heard me. I’ve been feeling this way for a while now and I was scared to tell you. Honestly, nothing scares me more than this.” His voice softens, his head lowering as he takes your hands into his.
“Yoongi – I – I’ve had feelings for you too,” you gasp, overcome with bliss.
He turns to face you, revealing his cheeks are a shade of pink you haven’t quite seen before on him. You smile back, realizing there are so many sides of your dear Yoongi that you are yet to see.
first- the christmas layout is TOO cute!! i love it! also, pls indulge me in BFFs cbx coming over to help y/n and fam decorate the house for christmas! love you both!!!
a/n: it’s the way i adore u trishie!! we love u hehe - ruby
✵ gender-neutral!reader, mentions of alcohol, bff!cbx, cuteness!
The carefully picked songs on your holiday playlist fade away amongst the symphony of laughs and familiar jokes; a whine echoes through the room, and you look just in time to watch a pair of antlers peek out from behind the tree. Jongdae’s face appears a second later, reindeer headband sliding down his forehead with his fast movement.
“Why do I have to wear this one?” he huffs, though you can’t respond before Baekhyun’s santa hat enters your line of vision too. The fluffy pompom at the end knocks a few pine needles loose, covering the ground next to him.
“Because Y/N likes me more,” the younger remarks, continuing to haphazardly place the ornaments you gave him. Each of his decorations dangles from one heavily weighted branch, but he hums contently and you can’t find it in yourself to correct him.
You’re saved from Jongdae’s retort when Minseok emerges from the kitchen a second later, where the distant chatting of your loved ones and the smell of cooking mix together. He’s balancing a tray of drinks, and with him in charge, you know something is spiked; the sweet tinge of wine that fills your nose seconds later confirms it.
You squeeze the squishy red ball on his nose in thanks, whereas Jongdae just impatiently grabs for his cup, stretched fingers wrapping around the glass with a ting! “What do you think, Minseok? Who does Y/N like more?” He and Baekhyun sit, shoulders shaking with hidden laughs of excitement. How they still have this much energy after hours of work, you don’t know.
Minseok hums in thought as he passes you your drink with a gentle, knowing smile. “Me.”
Your glass meets his with a winning cheer as the sounds of two whines fill the room.
it’s winter time and this blog is in desperate need of a revival! so for the month of december, we’ll be doing snowy sunday, in place of our previously popular sinful sunday!
➝ send in your favorite winter/christmas concepts + an idol for a cute drabble!
➝ all genres (fluff, smut, angst) and aus are allowed as long as they’re fitting to the season/holiday ❄️
➝ requests will be open every sunday for the rest of the month, so get your asks in while you still can!
happy birthday to my lovely sister aka admin jewels! ty for always being the sehun to my tao ❤️ i’ve always been so happy to co-own this blog with you and all our memories of these past few years writing together will live on in my heart forever!! xx
