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[herecomesjoon]

The tags still hold. But here we are with Haegeum. So just as good.

[herecomesjoon]

What's good Newark??

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BTS Would You Rather...? (3)

i figured its been a while since i did one of these. these are gonna be so random i swear

bubble tea with namjoon OR smoothies with jin / play among us with yoongi OR play minecraft with hoseok / learn all the BTS dances OR learn all the BTS song lyrics / hang out with bts backstage after a show OR have BTS perform a private gig for you and your friends / meet taehyung dressed as a cucumber OR meet jungkook with food spilled down your shirt / hang out with BTS or have BTS want to hang out with you / cuddle with hoseok OR workout with jungkook / cook with jin OR cook with yoongi / get singing lessons from vocal line OR get rapping lessons from rap line / visit paris with taehyung OR visit greece with namjoon / have jimin's fashion style or have jungkook's fashion style / go to your high school prom with jin OR go to your high school prom with taehyung / spill a drink on namjoon OR spill a drink on jimin / look after min holly OR look after kim yeontan / Tell BTS your most embarrassing confession (about them) OR tell jimin he’s short / go to the amusement park with hoseok OR go to the movie theatre with jungkook / accidentally wake up yoongi OR mess up a dance move in front of hoseok / squish jimin's mochi cheeks OR touch jin's WWH face OR poke namjoon's dimples

[herecomesjoon]

BTS Would You Rather...? (3)

i figured its been a while since i did one of these. these are gonna be so random i swear

bubble tea with namjoon OR smoothies with jin / play among us with yoongi OR play minecraft with hoseok / learn all the BTS dances OR learn all the BTS song lyrics / hang out with bts backstage after a show OR have BTS perform a private gig for you and your friends / meet taehyung dressed as a cucumber OR meet jungkook with food spilled down your shirt / hang out with BTS OR have BTS want to hang out with you / cuddle with hoseok OR workout with jungkook / cook with jin OR cook with yoongi / get singing lessons from vocal line OR get rapping lessons from rap line / visit paris with taehyung OR visit greece with namjoon / have jimin's fashion style OR have jungkook's fashion style / go to your high school prom with jin OR go to your high school prom with taehyung / spill a drink on namjoon OR spill a drink on jimin / look after min holly OR look after kim yeontan / Tell BTS your most embarrassing confession (about them) OR tell jimin he’s short / go to the amusement park with hoseok OR go to the movie theatre with jungkook / accidentally wake up yoongi OR mess up a dance move in front of hoseok / squish jimin's mochi cheeks OR touch jin's WWH face OR poke namjoon's dimples And just because... explanations under the cut.

Dude... its bubble tea with Namjoon. It's one of those things that I feel would be a really chill sort of hangout.

Yoongi playing Among Us would be cut throat. I already get anxious, but Yoongi has a rock solid poker face. With Minecraft, I will go fight all the monsters for Hobi, and we would build a happy little cottage.

I'm currently trying to learn all the lyrics. I dont have the stamina for the dances.

As fun as a concert would be, I would rather just exist in the same space as them while they don't have to be on all of the time.

At least with food down my shirt, I have an excuse to tell him about the awesome food I just had and I was excited to try something new.

If they wanted to hang out with me, I would be anxious all of the time. Like wondering constantly if I meet some sort of insane standard that Im imagining. Less pressure to be the other way around.

I love Jin, and I know he's a great cook. But I gotta have garlic and onions. Also Yoongi cooking is a vibe. I wonder how we would get on as a cooking duo.

Rapping requires a different tallent from singing, and I feel like I atleast have some of that. Singing is a thing I only do on my own.

Art, museums, and historical locations and the chillest of vibes.

JK always looks so comfortable, but when he dresses up... DAYUMM.

Tay would be so fucking fun. And I feel like he would make sure that I was having a good time, and make me forget about all the bullying and shit that I had happen to me. I would be the focus.

Namjoon is way too chill to get pressed about it I think. That's more reassuring to me. Jimin is an angel, and would be so polite, but i feel like I would feel worse with him.

You're making me choose between two good babies. It all comes down to I like bigger dogs.

My most embarrassing confession would be that I have thought about what a perfect day with each of them would be, and none of it involves sex. Just cuddling and hanging out.

I love that Hobi is down to try something at least once, even if he's scared. Also Ill hold his hand when he's scared. :)

I too am a grumpy kitty when being woken up. Also he would just go back to sleep. Making a mistake in front of hobi terrifies me, makes me want to be a good girl, or be a brat.

It's Joonies dimples.

[herecomesjoon]

I'm gonna try to go for one of the shows. I didn't wake up this morning expecting to realize that I could travel and do things for my enjoyment without having to worry about anything but where I'm going to stay and what am I going to wear.

[jiminfilter]

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Memories, Like Fingerprints 1

Yoongi x Reader

F2L, Slow-ish Burn

Rating: This part is M but explicit in later parts

Wc: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, of age drinking, Yoongi with long hair

Author's Note: This was inspired by an ask from @augustbutwinter , the original story from this world is for her. This will probably be 2 or 3 parts. I’d wanted to write the whole thing at once as a one shot but it wasn’t working so here we are. If you recognize the song the title is from, we’ve moved past eye cream and it’s time for Botox LMAO. Thank you @vyduan @matchy6812 for reading and helping. And all of the fics in this series have little shoutouts so @matchy6812 @herecomesjoon @minisugakoobies @blog-name-idk thanks 💜You can read the other stories from this world here: Cafe Serendipity Masterlist 

Mittens’ Masterlist 

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PART 1

“Yoongi?”

You do not like how breathy and thin your voice sounds. The sight of him seems to have robbed it of any of the weight you've spent so many years building up.

The man in question doesn’t turn his head, so you try to clear your throat and try again.

“Yoongi Min?”

“That’s me. I’ll be with you in a second,” he calls out, still focused on the coffee he’s making. 

His hair is longer, much longer, than the last time you saw him. But you’d recognize that profile, those rings and those hands, fucking hell, those hands. You’d know them anywhere. 

Yoongi can’t turn from the espresso machine right now. He’s nearly done scalding the milk for a cafe au lait and if he over does it, he’ll have to start over and there’s no time for that. 

It’s the middle of the morning rush and he’s trying to keep too many things in his mind, this order, the cookies he needs to grab from the back, are they running low on croissants? 

But that voice is so familiar, but he can’t immediately place it. 

When he does turn around he nearly drops the cup.

You look so happy and relaxed. As if standing at the counter in his cafe is a normal, casual event and not turning his whole world upside down. 

“Oh my god, it is you. Yoongi. Hi.” That breathing is back. Now is not the time to sound like you're orgasming in this coffee shop. 

“Hey, wow, I—it’s been—”

“A very long time.”

And that voice. Still as low as you remember, but it projects across the counter and in this busy space. You used to have to stand so close to hear him. Not that you ever minded. 

“I— it’s so amazing to see you. I thought you’d moved to Korea…?”

“I moved back to the UK a few years ago.” 

“Oh, well, welcome back.”

He nods, his eyes crinkling a bit. 

“How are you? You look well?” 

Well. He cringes at the banality of this word. Your face is sharper than it was then, but your eyes are the same, sparkling and kind, but now with faint lines that stay a little longer after you smile. 

And you are still so beautiful. Even more so, he thinks, than the last time he saw you when you were both 20? Or 21? 

He can’t remember how old he was but the image of you in the crackling light that night is seared into his memory. 

Bonfire night. The first night he—

“I’m okay, yeah.”

The two of you just look at each other. You are smiling at him and he is sure this must be a dream after all this time.

“So—”

“How—”

“Excuse me? Excuse me, sir?”

A customer is calling to him from the pick up counter. 

He realizes he is still holding the au lait. 

Yoongi nods at you, “I’ll just—” and walks over and hands them their beverage, offering apologies and a free cookie for the wait. 

When he turns back, you're at the other end of the counter, placing your order with Saturn, one of the other baristas.

Yoongi gets caught up in the rush again. Even those brief moments have put him behind. He runs through a macchiato—a real one, not the Starbucks abomination—two lattes, and a dry cappuccino. When he picks up your order, he runs his thumb over your name on the to-go cup like that would somehow make it more real that you’re here. 

He leaves the machine and the waiting orders. He can’t just let you walk out again. 

“Have you worked here long? We— I just moved in around the corner, in Primrose Hill.”

“Oh. I’m the owner. Well, co-owner. And I live upstairs, so…” He shrugs. “We bought it maybe six months ago?”

“We…” 

“You remember my brother, Jimin?”

“Yeah, course.” He notes the way your brow smooths over at this, how your tone relaxes. 

“He owns it with me.”

“Oh no, so more diplomats in your family?”

Yoongi grins at this. “You remember.”

“How could I not?”

“Yeah, well, our older brother seems to be following in those footsteps.”

You hum and nod, “I live a few streets over so I’ll try and stop by. I guess we’re neighbors again?”

“Yeah. I guess we are.”

“I actually—” you gesture at the coffee he’s holding. “I have to head into work.”

“Oh, okay, well—oh shit. This is yours.”

He hands it to you and you take great pains to avoid actually touching his fingers. As if that could stop the flood of emotions, the memories from the last time his hand held yours. 

“I’ll see you around, neighbor?” You smile, with a confidence you don’t fully feel, and wink as you walk out of the cafe.

Since when do you wink? 

You are the absolute cringiest person alive. 

Yoongi stands there for a minute until he’s pulled back into work. Keeping his mind on the order in front of him is a good distraction. The cookies need to come out of the oven, the milk delivery is late, they’re out of small lids. 

He doesn’t think about the way his heartbeat is faster. How he can’t seem to stop moving, fidgeting and fussing with everything in sight. Saturn and Jimin give him kind of odd looks, but he doesn’t notice. Too busy to definitely not think about his lips on yours, however brief, all those years ago. 

Jimin sidles up to him once things have died down. Saturn is on a break and Yoongi is doing an inventory of the baked goods, but it can be hard to keep track when all the pastries keep moving around. 

“Was that who I think it was?” Jimin hands him a cup of coffee and Yoongi puts the tray of cookies down, plops down on a stool, and puts his head in his hands. He usually loves the adrenaline rush of busy mornings in the cafe, but today he feels wiped out. 

“She just moved into this neighborhood.”

“That is...”

“Yeah. Of all the people.”

Jimin squeezes his shoulder and a few of the tasty little cookies amble off the tray across the counter. One climbs up the side of Yoongi’s coffee mug and cannonballs in, slopping a little over the side. 

“Really?” 

One of the gingerbread men shrugs at him, as Yoongi picks up the one in his coffee, dunks it again and then takes a bite.

——

When Yoongi was 8 years old, a perfectly round hotteok rolled off the griddle in their Halmoni’s kitchen. It paused at the edge of the counter and then did a little somersault and landed right in Yoongi’s hand. He shrugged and bit right into it. 

Of course he knew by then that his family was a little special, a little different. 

Despite their slight age difference and distance, both and Jimin had started to acquire some of the family abilities the previous summer.

Yoongi spent most of the year with their father, the Korean ambassador to the UK, like his father and his father before him, and so on back to the 1800s. Jimin lived in Seoul with his mom, their dad’s first wife, and one of them would travel for the summer. 

Year after year they accumulated random bits of magic. 

The next  year at their dad’s country home in Scotland, they learned if they howled at the moon, it would howl back. Their skin glowed a soft green color in the dark forest as they ran around screaming at the top of their lungs. 

Jimin was the one who suggested part time jobs at the local bakery the summer before high school. The owner was so impressed with how organized everything was all the time. How much people specifically liked the things they’d make. 

“We’ve never been this popular. It’s like the cookies are just jumping out of the trays!”

Jimin had snickered so loudly at that, the manager thought he was making fun — he kind of was — and fired them on the spot.

But that was the last summer they were in sync. 

The next year at 16, Jimin got the big one. He was in London for high school then, starting at the same college as Yoongi, he was so smart he’d skipped a grade and they were just a year apart. 

Walking into campus the first day, he’d grabbed Yoongi’s arm.

“Oh shit, can you see that?” he’d whispered in satoori.

“What? No? You mean Sunny and Felix making out?”

“I can see it. I can see it!” Jimin hissed, his hand tightening on Yoongi’s arm. He looked absolutely giddy, verging on hysterical. 

Love; adoration, of all kinds; heartbreak and unrequited affection—Jimin could see it. Moving between people, fizzing and vibrating, flowing cool and smooth, exploding overhead.

Their family had used this skill for generations. It was part of what made them such successful diplomats. It’s almost easy to work out a deal, to placate, to charm, to win when you know exactly how everyone in the room feels about each other. 

“What’s it like?” Yoongi’s eyes darted around, sure he’d see it any second. 

“It’s—overwhelming, it’s everywhere.” Jimin’s voice had dropped so low, Yoongi could barely make out the next sentence. 

“And it’s—it’s beautiful.” Jimin’s eyes had tears welling in the corners. 

Yoongi didn’t see it that day. Or the day after. 

It wasn’t until years later. 

It wasn’t until he met you. 

——

After you walk out of Cafe Serendipity, after you’re done berrating yourself for fucking winking, you’re too agitated to actually drink the coffee Yoongi made.

You hold it in your hand on the Tube. You place it on your desk in your new office, one of the perks of your promotion. 

By the afternoon it feels like the cup is staring back at you, while you drink a cup of crappy coffee you got from the kitchen. Like it’s judging you for choosing a sub-par option, but also smug enough to know why you think you’re not worthy. 

You leave it on your desk at the end of the day. 

The Tube ride home is unbearably long, even though it’s much closer to work than your last place.

You ignore the desire to walk by Cafe Serendipity on your way home. That you’d found accidentally en route to the Camden Town station this morning. The sun had glinted off a building on the corner by your apartment, your first morning commuting from your new flat, and you’d turned a street too early. 

The next day when you get to the office, the cup is gone. The surface of your broad new desk gleams in the late fall sunlight. 

——

You stop by the coffee shop when you have the time. Really when you feel like you need that little thrill of seeing him. You turn that one street too soon. You allow yourself a wave and a nod. 

Yoongi always seems to be the one who makes your drink. His dark eyes seemingly impassive. He was like this a lot when he was younger too, it was impossible to know how he felt unless you asked him directly. 

Except sometimes, when he was really excited, really comfortable, his eyes would flash with energy. He’d get this mischievous grin and drag you along with him. 

Sometimes it felt like only you got to see that side of him. That it was because of you. 

So you want to stay and chat. But what if one word turns into twenty to a million. 

What if you’re the only one who wants that.

So you don’t stay long enough to ask. 

When you first met as teenagers, the two of you would talk for hours. Your friend had dragged you to a party at the Korean ambassador’s residence. You went to a fairly fancy school, so you were no stranger to wealth, but you’d never seen anything like this. 

Your cousin had gone off somewhere with Jimin, she was already pulling him away as you introduced yourself.  You’d sought refuge near the stereo, taking over the AUX when no one was looking. You didn’t notice the boy with dark hair and intense eyes observing you from across the room. 

But when you’d switched to your favorite song, he appeared, demanding to see the playlist and plopped right down next to you for the rest of the night. 

Arguing over the best Tribe Called Quest lyric, playing Dizzy Rascal deep cuts, discovering you were both obsessed with Beth Ditto’s voice. 

And it went on like that for years. The two of you had a connection you didn’t understand right away, that you’d never had before. You wanted to always be around him, share everything. And you wanted him to kiss you and touch you and give him things that you’d never done before. 

You know what that feeling is now. 

But you didn’t know how to initiate that then, even though you thought he might want the same. And it came so close to happening the last night you saw him, but it didn’t. Instead you have a bittersweet memory.

If you try to reconnect with Yoongi and it's not the same because after all this time you’re not the same, it would shatter this perfect, comforting memory of your first big crush, your first deep friendship with a boy, the dreamy longing for The One Who Got Away. And if the man he is now doesn’t live up to that, how unfair to you both. 

And what if he does? What if he’s just as amazing. And you have the same chemistry you did back then? And you want more and more and he doesn’t. After the way your last relationship ended, you’d had enough of chasing someone who isn’t interested. You’d had enough of breaking your own heart. 

—

“My baseline metric is there has to be at least three people waiting in line.”

Your friend Maren takes a sip of her wine. She carefully places it down on the table in between you. 

The two of you are at The Black Swan around the corner from your new flat. Maren also lives in Camden and has been one of your closest friends since grad school. She is part of the reason why you moved back here when your last relationship, and the lease that went along with it, ended. 

“You have a threshold of people you’re willing to tolerate in order to go into the coffee shop where your high school boyfriend works?”

“I mean, yes—”

“Honey….”

You sigh. “I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous…”

“If it’s so awkward, why go in at all? How badly did things end?”

“Well, we never really dated dated? We almost did and then it was Bonfire Night after we were all in uni—”

“Wait. I thought you’d been together? So this is your friend you had kind of a thing with. But you can’t just talk to him and catch up because…”

“When you say it like that…”

“Listen,” she takes another swallow of wine. “I am not judging. I am just trying to understand why you’re putting yourself through all of this? Especially after—”

“If I’m being honest with myself? It’s not that deep. That’s exactly why.”

She gives your hand a squeeze. You’d slept on her couch for a month after things went south with your ex. She knows. 

”Okay, just don’t forget. You are a badass. And super successful. And you have amazing tits.”

You nearly spit out your drink.

“What? I have seen them multiple times and am jealous and sometimes want to give them a naughty little jiggle if I’m being honest.”

You flop down dramatically and put your face in the crook of your elbow. 

“Maren!” You can’t keep scolding her, you are laughing too hard now. 

“Just once, a leeeeettle squeeze. I’ll be gentle.” She tickles your arm for good measure and you giggle. “I’m just saying—oh hello.”

Maren’s voice turns into a purr, you know this tone. She’s used it—with great success—on many a night out with you. 

Your head pops up and Maren is looking up at…

“Yoongi, hi.”

Maren makes a small choking sound at the name and tries to cover it up with a sip of wine. 

“Hey, I just wanted to say hi.” 

You nod. His hair is half pulled back, he’s in all black, the v-neck on his t-shirt is way deeper than it needs to be. A small smile on his face. 

This look is a lot to process. 

He tucks his hands into the front of his jeans. They are also black and kinda tight. And that just seems unfair. How are you supposed to use words when he looks like this? “So, this is your local now too? I guess.”

“Yes, it is. Hi, I’m Maren.” Your friend gracefully interjects. “Want to join us?” 

“Oh, I can’t, early morning at the cafe,” he gestures his head towards the door where Jimin is standing. He gives you a little wave. 

“I just wanted to say hello.” He nods at you and turns to leave and swiftly pivots back. 

“And, you should stop by…sometime…when it’s not so busy. I’m usually there til 6 or so. Prepping for the next day.” 

He knocks on the table and opens his mouth to say something else before closing it, nodding again at Maren with a smile and heading to the door. 

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.” She deadpans as she watches him walk away. 

“Hmmmm?” You’re still looking at the door, barely registering what she said. 

“That face? And that fat little ass? Now I know why you won’t talk to him.”

“Yeah. Do you understand now?”

“Actually? No. I do not. I want to hump his leg and I just met him. You don’t need to do any talking. Just humping.”

You groan in response.

“And who is that he walked out with? The blonde?”

“Oh that’s Jimin, his brother. Well, his half-brother.”

“His—” Maren pinches the bridge of her nose. “No. What?” 

“Yeah, they can be a lot to take at once.”

“I’d take them both at once in a heartbeat. Lube me up!” She downs the rest of her wine as you cackle. 

——

A week or so passes. You don’t go into the cafe after you saw him at the pub. But you do spend a ridiculous amount of time for someone your age and career level, wondering about him. About what it was like when you were kids. About what if you could have even a little of that back. About what happened the last time you thought you were in love with someone. 

Wondering if you even know how to connect with someone any more. 

Sometimes on the way home, you always keep waking and turn your head just enough to see a small piece of him between the etched glass letters ‘Cafe Serendipity’ that takes up most of the window. 

Tonight, walking home from the station, you’re too restless to go back to your empty apartment. Even though the late October weather is making you shiver a bit. 

Most of the furniture belonged to your ex and everything is on order for your new place, but it’s starting to get a little depressing to go from your sleek new corner office to sleeping on a mattress on the floor. 

But it’s also so very freeing. Every choice is yours to make now. You can have things just the way you want them. 

And tonight when you turn down that extra little side street, buffered from the chill a bit wind, you look through the window like you always do. 

You’ll see the top of his head, his hair pulled back into a ponytail. 

Tonight as you walk closer the light from the cafe seems to get brighter so you can clearly see him inside. He waves and gestures for you to come in. 

“Hi—oh it smells incredible in here. What is that?”

“Cinnamon glazed cardamom buns.”

You fidget a little, just standing there. 

“Come to the back, I’ll show you.”

“Oh, am I allowed back here?” You wonder as you step into the professional kitchen at the back of the cafe, your hand running across the steel table. A large bowl, scale, and container of flour are sitting on top. 

“No, it’s very sanitary, like an operating room. I’ll have to bleach that whole thing now.”

You pull your hand away and roll your eyes when you see him laugh. 

“I have to prep this and let it chill overnight so we can make some more fresh in the morning.” 

“Do you do this every night?” You ask as he takes a container of milk out of the refrigerator. 

“Better now than at 4am.”

“Wait. Hold on, you, Yoongi ‘I Nap As Soon As I Wake Up’ Min, are up at 4am? Really?”

He shrugs.

“It’s nice to have that peaceful time in the morning before the rush starts. Plus who’s going to do it? Jimin?”

“Good point. If he’s anything like he was at 18. But I’m—you’ve changed, Min. This is so…adult.”

He shrugs, not looking at you as he picks up a whisk. “I don’t know how much I’ve changed, really.”

“I mean your hair is—”

You reach out and take a curled end in your hand, gliding your fingers across the soft strands. 

Yoongi holds his breath. His eyes drift to your fingers and then to your face, your lips. 

You tug a little without meaning to and as you splutter an apology miss the way his breath jumpstarts again.

You drop your hand and he turns back to the saucepan.

“Yeah well, after the army I wanted to let it grow, but now…if I want to bake…” He gestures to the table and you see a box labeled ‘HAIR NETS’.

“No. Oh, Yoongi, I need to see this.” You nearly clap with glee. “Please!” 

He throws you a side eye and a little smirk as he scrapes his hair into a ponytail and pulls out a hairnet. You are not looking at his forearms. You  are not looking at his bicep flexing as he cups his hands under his chin flashing you a cute smile. 

You poke your fingers into the side of his cheeks and his shoulders shake with laughter. Your cheeks heat immediately afterwards, it doesn’t feel bold, even though it is. It feels like you’re with your friend Yoongi.

“Want to help?”

You nod and he hands you an apron.

“Actually, you do need to wash your hands for this bit.”

So you do and when you return to the table. 

“May I?” You nod and take the apron as he walks behind you, he pulls on the strings and ties them in a loose knot at the back of your neck.

His fingertips brush your skin. You’d think this was some kind of dream, except he accidentally catches a few pieces of hair and you wince, he presses a little harder to soothe the sting, the warmth of his skin feels like it’s made of light.

“Okay start by weighing out 1.5kg of this flour.” He slides the scale over to you.

The two of you work together in silence with you slowly scooping flour into the bowl, while he heats the milk on the stove and adds some yeast. 

When you’re done, he takes the bowl and pours the flour, eggs, milk, salt and turns on the large stand mixer, the hook pulling and tugging the dough. 

You lose track of what it is he’s doing, you’re too focused on the way he’s doing it. How he moves between steps and adds ingredients and checks the consistency of the dough, his movements so perfectly choreographed. 

Yoongi gets more butter out of the fridge and starts to chop it into large chunks. His hands hold a large, sharp knife he’s like a conductor, moving ingredients around with practiced ease. 

He pulls the dough from the mixer, rolling and smoothing it into a large ball, using the chopping blade to cut it into two parts. He places each in a large metal bowl, covers them and puts them back in the fridge

“All done?” 

“For tonight. You free tomorrow? I’m making hotteok.” 

——

Thanks for reading! 💜 I’d love to know what you think! Or if you’d like to be tagged in part 2!

[herecomesjoon]

Mittens... He is a dream. I love him so much.

I really love the cooking together. It's one of the ways I like to spend time with people. This is sweet enough that it soothes the ache in my heart for a little bit.

I also love your ability to make me stop in the middle of reading to reevaluate everything. It's wonderful

And TY for the shout-out. If only I could work with Yoongi and Jimin every day.

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[minisugakoobies]

Timezones | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: a little angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of illness (not specified), mentions of ill parent, a very soft Jungkook and reader dealing with sudden long distance, special guest appearance by Bam, yes there is a noraebang and fried chicken because last week's lives honestly felt like something a fanfic writer wrote, sorry if this makes you sad but I needed to write it

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone

A/N: I'm never getting over Jungkook's lives from last week. The absolute boyfriend vibes, combined with me listening to "Timezones" by Måneskin today, led me to write this. Thank you @sugalaritae for lending me your talented eyes!

I didn't specify what country reader is meant to be from, just that their family at one point while they were a child lived several time zones from where they lives now, long enough for them to think of it as their childhood home.

There are some things going on in my life that have inspired some of the plot, so… I hope when the time comes that you have to deal with such things, you have someone like Jungkook here to support you. It makes all the difference in the world. 💕

The notification comes in at a little past noon. You stare at it for a second before tapping the screen. A familiar pair of brown eyes come into frame, blinking slowly beneath a cloud of dark fluffy hair.

"Koo? Why are you awake?"

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

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[herecomesjoon]

SUNNYYYY!!

Stop! This was so sweet. I agree, the boyfriend vibes from those lives were perfection.

I know the feeling of having an empty bed when there should be someone there all too well. Calling them definitely makes it easier.

[herecomesjoon]

[minisugakoobies]

Claim | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: supernatural, smut, friends to lovers, Vampire!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, biting, vampire feeding, dry humping, slight possessiveness

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: “You smell so good,” he whispers, and you shiver, from the chill of his nose as it skims along the curve of your throat. “Why do you smell so good tonight?“

Jimin wants to claim what is his, and so do you.

A/N: I woke up from a dream this morning about Vampire!Jimin and had to write it down. Thanks to @herecomesjoon for convincing me to share this - I appreciate your constant support, Saturn! 💜 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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Jimin is a snuggler. This is a fact. There’s no way to sit next to him on the couch, side-by-side, without his arm draping around you, or his head resting in your lap. It’s just the way it’s always been, ever since you became friends years ago.

But the way he’s currently lying against you, his chest to yours, face nuzzling into your neck fervently, well, this is new.

The two of you had been watching a movie, like any other typical Saturday evening, you snuggled into Jimin’s side, his arm slung over your shoulders. About five minutes into the film, you noticed Jimin’s attention was elsewhere. Namely, on you.

Usually, Jimin could handle being so close to you. Your scent always tempted him–you were a human, after all, and what were humans to vampires but delicious little treats? To most vamps, anyway. Jimin only fed as he needed to survive, never for fun.

But tonight his senses were going haywire. You smelled divine. Completely intoxicating. Jimin’s eyes shifted from the screen to the spot where the elegant column of your neck met the gentle curve of your shoulder. He could practically see the veins throbbing underneath your soft skin, pulsing with the crimson nectar he suddenly craved.

He lowered his head, taking a long sniff. Then he froze, realizing just how loud he’d been.

“Um. Min?” You tipped your head up, side-eyeing your friend. “Everything… okay?”

He hastily pulled away, nodding, running his free hand through his dark hair. “Yep. Fine.”

The movie recaptured your attention, but Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes from you. He was already lost, giving himself over to the desire to bury his face in your throat. To coat himself in your luscious fragrance, drink it down like fine wine.

“Jimin!” you yelped as he suddenly pounced, vampire speed kicking in as he guided you onto your back and covered your body with his. “What are you–”

“You smell so good,” he whispers, and you shiver, from the chill of his nose as it skims along the curve of your throat. “Why do you smell so good tonight? I mean, you always smell good but tonight… it’s stronger, somehow.”

Teeth graze a line from your ear to the dip in your throat between your collarbones. Breath hitching, you go completely still.

Jimin stops, too. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, fingers caressing the bare skin above the collar of your shirt, trying to soothe you. “I’d never bite you. I just… I just need to be closer to you right now.” He pauses. “Is this okay?”

Now that you’re over your initial shock, sure, it’s fine. Except…

“You can bite me, Min.”

Jimin’s eyes are wide as he lifts his head to peer at you. “You don’t… you don’t mean that.”

Oh, but you do. It’s all you’ve wanted for a while now, but were too afraid to ask.

“Yes, I do. Please, Min.” Jimin doesn’t move, so you tilt your head away, exposing more skin, smiling at the hiss that escapes his plump lips. “Bite me. I want you to.”

The movie is long forgotten, characters on screen jabbering away incessantly, but the only sound you hear is the audible gulp Jimin makes. “You don’t know what you’re asking me. What it means for a vampire to bite someone.”

You know exactly what it means. That’s why you want him to do it.

“If I mark you up, drink even just a single drop… you become mine.” Jimin’s fingers flex as he speaks, like he’s itching to do the exact thing he’s protesting against, but keeping himself in check.

“Min.” Placing a hand on his cheek, you draw his gaze back to yours. “I’m already yours. Didn’t you know that?”

His resolve breaks and with unearthly speed he crushes his mouth to yours. It’s a rough kiss, needy, stealing your breath as it bruises your lips. You kiss him back just as eagerly. Just as hungrily.

His tongue trails from your chin to the perfect spot on your neck, where your scent is the most potent, and his fangs slip forth, tracing circles on your skin as he readies himself. Despite their sharpness, the light touch of the elongated canines tickles, and you giggle slightly at the sensation.

“Sorry,” he pants, so worked up already at the mere thought of sinking his fangs in, and it occurs to you how much he must hold himself back all the time. You want him to let go for once.

“Do it, Min. Claim me.”

With a growl, he does.

Sharp teeth pierce your skin, a momentary sting that makes you cry out, before his lips latch around the puncture and he begins to suckle.

Pleasure. Overwhelming, consuming, extraordinary pleasure courses through you. Falling limp against the couch, you close your eyes in bliss as Jimin sucks at your neck. A hand in your hair tangles and tugs, locking your head in place while he drinks from your veins, but you couldn’t care less about the pain. All you know is ecstasy, intense and true.

Despite his demonic nature, Jimin is in heaven. The delectable taste of your rich blood is even better than your mouthwatering scent. It’s unbelievable. Pure ambrosia, and as he swallows another decadent mouthful, his eyes flutter shut as well.

“Mine. All mine now,” he snarls into you, lapping away lasciviously.

“Forever,” you sigh dreamily, high on his venom, his touch. He glances up at you, eyes burning bright red, and the sight should terrify you, this otherworldly creature staring at you, mouth smeared with scarlet, with your blood, but it’s Jimin, your Jimin, and you know there’s nothing to fear.

He begins to rock against you, and in your delirious haze you realize how hard he is, cock rubbing between your legs, and the friction mixing with the unending bliss flowing through you is too much. You tumble over the edge, falling into the infinite oblivion of an unexpected orgasm, which goes on and on as Jimin continues to drink.

He allows himself to enjoy another gulp, and then he forces himself to lap at the marks, healing them, sealing them shut with his tongue. You’ll have a scar there soon. To humans, it will look like little pinpricks, tiny dots marring otherwise flawless skin, but to other vampires, it’s a sign that you’re claimed, traces of his venom lingering forever in the wounds to prevent anyone else from touching you.

From taking what is his.

Eyes closing again, a peaceful calm steals over you, and you drift away.

When you awake, Jimin looks like his normal self again. He’s kneeling by the couch, warm brown orbs observing you attentively from beneath his bangs. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you reply, lifting a hand, intending to caress his cheek, but your limbs feel heavy, your hand slapping back onto your thigh uselessly. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, it takes a while for the venom to wear off,” Jimin informs you, carefully helping you sit up. He moves you so you sit between his legs, pulling your back flush against his chest. Then he grabs a glass of orange juice sitting on the end table. “Here. Take a sip.”

Your lips wrap around the straw, thirstily sucking down the sweet liquid. After a minute, he switches the glass for a cookie. “Eat this.”

You chew for a minute. “Do you always feed your meals like they just visited the Bloodmobile?”

He huffs a laugh. “Just the ones I care about.” His chin rests on your shoulder as you finish your snack, and you press a crumbly kiss to his cheek.

Despite how soft he’s being right now, you can still feel his hard length pressing into your lower back, and you wiggle slightly, laughing as he curses quietly.

“Should we do something about that?”

“Not now. You need to rest for a little.”

You begin to scoff, but still can’t raise your arms without feeling like you’re swimming through molasses, so perhaps he’s right. He seems to sense your frustration.

“Don’t worry, baby, we have plenty of time for that later.” You preen at the pet name. His fingers skate down your arms, tucking you into his embrace, and with a happy hum your head lolls back against his shoulder. “Sleep now. I’ll take care of you when you wake.”

“Forever?” you ask, yawning widely, feeling sleep pulling you down again.

“Forever,” he promises, and you dream of red eyes and neverending delights.

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

[herecomesjoon]

AH!!! I remember screaming when I red this!

This is like an amped up hot makeout session and I fuckign love it. No stripped clothes, no sex. Just really intense intimacy. And honestly, that can be hotter than sex sometimes.

[httphyunjiin]

jungkook details moodboard;

“even his tiniest details were enough to make my heart ache.”

© httphyunjiin on tumblr / http.hyunjin on IG / GGUKKIESDIARY on TWT.

[kithtaehyung]

I need you to know, that while looking at some new bedding, I found the cutest duvet cover, and then my mind immediately went to 3tan.

Will I be getting it? Absolutely! But also I think YN should as well.

HOLY SHIT EVEN I MIGHT GET THIS??? It’s so cute wait a damn minute‼️

[herecomesjoon]

I DO!!! Its a duvet cover tho so like, you need the insert for it. I have some sage green sheets that match the leaves picked out. Next paycheck it's happening.

[reliablemitten-deactivated]

Not saying you need this but…you do. So does @herecomesjoon 👀

AHAHAHAH I DO. This is a true work of art. Actually it’s three - both of Joonie’s thighs and this pin. @herecomesjoon you also need one

[herecomesjoon]

Oh shit. I do need this.

[bypurplestudio]

yoongi + flowers + my love for encyclopedia illustrations

[bangtanintotheroom]

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

Keep reading

[apotatomashedbybts]

A Snowfall To Remember

Pairing: Kim Seokjin×reader

Genre: non idol au; established relationship au; fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Height (if anyone has fear of heights), Seokjin is an anxious little bean

Word Count: 4.3k+

Banner: made by me

Posted: 19 Dec 2021

[Summary: Spending his birthday night with you was all Seokjin could want and think about but you have something more in store for him and that doesn't include just spending time together.]

[Author's note: So I initially planned to post this on Seokjin's birthday and I had the audacity to think that I can post it when I started writing this on 4th! Talk about overconfidence. Anyways, I finally finished writing this oneshot! I hope you'll enjoy! Feedbacks are always welcome 💜🌼]

[Author's note #2: This story have been submitted to Bangtan Oasis critique project and is open to receiving any and every critique or feedbacks.]

"The snowfall this year is getting rather late in arriving…" 

That was the first thought that crossed Seokjin's mind after staring outside at the kaleidoscopic crowd through the glass wall of the convenience store he worked at. While absentmindedly counting the moving figures he had forgotten the track of how long he had been staring, so to gather his unmindful and distracted self he shook his head a little and brought back himself to read the book "Learn to act like the IT boy of the century within 10 days" that had been lying in front him on the counter, ignored for an extended length of time, with its second page open like some salesman who had been given a cold shoulder to. 

He didn't really feel like reading and his eyes constantly wandered off to his phone. It was almost 11. 

"An hour more…" He mused and opened your chat to read the last message you sent to him that afternoon once again. 

"Work's gonna be late but not gonna miss being with you tonight! Love you babe!" 

He smiled and started scrolling through the pictures of you two together. His cheek resting on one hand, one hand going through his phone, neck slightly tilted, and a sheepish smile painted on his lips – anyone who knew you both could tell that he was looking at you, and whoever didn't know you would certainly know that he was, in fact, deep in love with the person he was seeing pictures of. 

He had started looking at your pictures because he was missing you but that made him miss you more so he kept the phone and started waiting for customers while, again, carelessly resting his eyes on the book in front of him, that he was certainly not reading.

Day was rather slow today and he couldn't wait to get out of that tiring store and spend the night with you. But that was going to take a few more hours given his shift was going to end at 2 am. "Could the night go anymore slower?" He asked himself with a sigh.

The loud chime from the bell on the door pulled Seokjin out of his lazy wishful thoughts – it was the store owner. 

Seokjin confusedly looked at him and braced himself. The store owner always visited the store at mornings, so him visiting this late at night was a red alarm for sure. Seokjin scrambled at his book and hid it under the counter and bowed at the store owner with the sweetest smile his sweating inner self could gather. 

"Ugh! Why are the aisles so messy!? Were you dosing off because business is slow, huh?" The store owner, Mr. Hwang, started grumbling as soon as he entered and waved dismissively at Seokjin's bow. 

"Ah! I'll clean it up right now! Please have a seat!" Seokjin rushed out from the counter to the front aisle where Mr. Hwang was standing with his hands folded behind his back and looking up and down the aisle. 

"There's no need. I don't need you anymore. You can go!" Mr. Hwang said with his eyebrows knitted together – irritation written all over his face. 

"What?" Seokjin was taken aback. Panicked and confused he looked at the store owner trying to find all the clues that could prove what he was thinking was wrong. 

After saying what he said Mr. Hwang went back again to look at the aisles with his lips curved in an upside down curve. 

Seokjin stood there like a stone cold statue trying to figure out his position. He needed this job. At least until he could achieve his dream. Till then he needed a source to sustain himself. He swiped his sweaty hands on the side of his pants and walking quickly towards the aisle where Mr. Hwang was standing now he called out mildly, "Mr. Hwang!" 

Slightly startled Mr. Hwang turned to look at his side and widening his eyes he said, "You are still here? Didn't I tell you to go?" 

Mustering a conflicted smile Seokjin asked, "You mean go back to the counter, right?" 

"No. I told you to go from the store. I'll be here for the rest of your shift. I am giving you this shift off." 

"B-but why?" Seokjin was still confused. 

Mr. Hwang rubbed his forehead with his fingers and broke out into fits of laughter. 

As if he wasn't confused enough, Seokjin was more now. 

Walking upto Seokjin, Mr. Hwang patted his shoulder and said, "I got you good, huh? Isn't it your birthday in a few minutes? Go, your girlfriend is waiting outside!" 

Seokjin looked at his face as if to know if he was joking or telling the truth. 

"What are you looking at? Go quickly! It's freezing outside! No good man keeps their lady waiting!" Mr. Hwang rushed Seokjin. 

It took him a few seconds to grasp what was happening and when he did Seokjin grinned widely and shouting, "Y-yes! Thank you," he gave a quick bow to the store owner and hastily took off the uniform, wore his coat, grabbed his bag and bolted out of the door. 

You were waiting under a tree that was a few feet away from the store and rubbing your hands to be content in the minimal warmth it produced to your freezing hands.

You looked at your phone screen to see the time – forty minutes to midnight. 

"I hope the store owner isn't giving him a hard time…" You thought and looked at the store. 

At that moment you saw the silhouette of your boyfriend dashing out the store door. You laughed at his reaction and waved at him. 

Noticing you he waved back, stood for a moment and ran back into the store. 

"Huh?" A small query escaped your lips and smiling you leaned on the tree and looked at your feet. You didn't mind waiting for him a few seconds more. 

Hearing loud footsteps you looked up only to be tackled in a tight hug by the sturdy man. He held you so tightly as if you were going to disappear if he let you go. You could feel his heartbeat racing mad against yours. 

Seokjin nuzzled against your hair and whispered, "I was missing you." 

You whispered back, "I was missing you too," and continued to bury your face in his chest. 

A few moments passed like that and as if suddenly remembering something you broke the hug and checked the time. 

"Oh shit! It's 11:30! We have to hurry!" You grabbed Seokjin's hand and pulled him towards the road where your car was parked. 

But he didn't move, instead he held your hand strongly refusing to let go or letting you lead. You looked back, confused. 

He gave you a quick pull and you ended up in his arms again. 

"You have surprised me enough, babe! Other surprises can wait! Just let me hold you for a few more minutes." He said softly while looking into your eyes. 

"Why would you say it like that!!?" Your mind screamed as you felt a familiar tickling sensation in your stomach, lower abdomen, chest, everywhere. 

"Ah.. I.. um…" You found it difficult to form a word, forget about a sentence. 

You gulped hard and stared at him trying to form a reply in your head. 

Seokjin tilted his head and flashing a smile he said, "Cat got your tongue? Should I get it instead?" 

As much as you wanted him to do that you had other plans in mind. So you placed a chaste kiss on his plush lips and replied, "For that we have to go where I wanna take you." 

You pulled his collars closer to each other in a fake attempt to tidy his not so unkempt coat and continued, "And if we are late because of you, the couch might be your accommodation on your birthday night." 

You curved your lips in a sinister smile and extended your hand to grab his. 

"I wouldn't want to risk that." He flashed another of his sweet smiles, "but before that lemme just," he brought out two hot packs from his pocket and after opening he shook them a little and held your hand to put those inside your gloves, "keep you warm!" 

You felt the warmth spread throughout your palms to your system. In that moment you understood why he rushed back into the store and when you realised that you looked at him, trying not to cry and whispered, "Why do you have to be so perfect?" 

He bent down a little to your height and placing a soft kiss on your lips he replied softly, "Because you are." 

The night was getting colder by the minute and though the road was almost empty on your way, you were not one to stay quiet. So as soon as you hit the road both of you started to chat about how your day went and occasionally sang together along with the songs that came on the radio. 

After a short fifteen minutes drive you stopped the car. Seokjin stretched his limbs and rubbed clean a small portion of the foggy window on his side. 

"Amusement park? At this hour? It must be closed." Seokjin looked at you with confusion and worry mixed in his expression. 

"Then I guess the couch is your sleeping partner tonight." You winked at him with a smile and went out after telling him to stay in the car. 

With an uneasy mind Seokjin started to wait for you only to be startled by a mild knock on his already-fogged-again window after hardly a couple minutes. He started to roll down the window slowly but almost instantly stopped and began rolling up the window glass when the someone who was knocking on the window began to pull the car's door open. 

"Open the door, you scaredy cat!" You yelled from outside. 

Seokjin flung open the door as soon as he heard your voice and yelled back, "I was scared shitless! You should have used that voice before scaring the living daylights out of me! I thought you were a serial killer for fuck's sake." 

You held his arm and said, "Alright, alright! I am sorry! I will start calling you by your name when I am within a mile radius of you! Okay? Now let's go! It'll be midnight soon!" You pulled him.

"Where? In this closed amusement park?" Seokjin refused to move an inch. 

"Yes! That's why we are here! Come on! Don't be a baby!" You exclaimed with urgency. 

"Are you taking me there to sacrifice me or something?" Seokjin asked again. 

"Yes! I am!" You pulled a reluctant Seokjin behind you and crossed the main gate. 

Guided by the man who was waiting for you inside the park with a flashlight in his hands all of you reached under the only ferris wheel of the park within a minute with Seokjin glued to your side firmly. 

The man guided you two into a cabin and went away to start the Ferris wheel. 

You sat face to face and as the Ferris wheel began moving Seokjin relaxed his grip on your hand but kept on holding it. 

You rubbed slow small circles on his hand that was holding yours with your thumb. You knew how anxious he could be sometimes and these always helped him relax, even if it's a small amount. 

When the wheel completed a circle you reached under your seat and brought out a big box. 

You unboxed it quickly and brought out the cake and placed the candles forming the number 29 on it. 

Seokjin stared at you with a faint smile on his lips and said with a chuckle, "You know we could have done this in your warm apartment instead of trembling in this cold, right?"

"Oh, shush! Special occasions need special places to be celebrated! And this cabin is warm enough! You are just being dramatic with all this 'trembling in cold'." You pretended to scold him. 

With a pout on his lips he replied, "For me every place is special if I am with you." 

"Aww look at all that extra cheese you got there today!" You exclaimed with a playful smack on his arm. 

"I have more! Wanna see?" He gave you a smirk. 

Amidst your banter you two didn't realise when you had reached the top and once your cabin once again reached the top the Ferris wheel stopped moving causing Seokjin to panic. 

Thinking they would be stuck the whole night in that freezing temperature on such a height for a stupid mechanical fault of the wheel he shouted out aiming at the bottom of the wheel where the control room was, "Hey! Get this thing moving or else you won't be able to move once I get down there!" 

As his voice dissipated halfway in the darkness of the lonely amusement park, you suppressed the incoming laughter and keeping your hand on Seokjin's shoulder you said, "Calm down Mr. Hot head. I gave him instructions earlier to do this." 

He looked at you as if he was asking you with his eyes why would you do that? 

You laughed at his expression and said, "Trust me a little bit, hm? I swear it's going to be worth it!" 

Relaxing his tensed shoulder he leaned forward and kept his forehead on your shoulder and murmured, "I know. You know me, I get tensed over nothing." 

"Hmm." You hummed agreeing in response and kissed the side of his ear. 

Checking the time again in your phone you held Seokjin's shoulders and made him sit straight and smiled, "It's time!" 

You lighted the candles and with low voice you started singing the birthday song with small claps and signalled Seokjin to blow the candles.

Never ceasing to smile Seokjin blew the candles whilst clapping for him himself and cut two small slices from the cake – one for each. 

The cabin had a well-built wide solid steel plate with thin cushion installed on it as a seat that went around inside the cabin so that people could sit facing any direction inwardly. The cabin was also supported by enduring large steel bars that were attached on the four sides of the cabin in connection with the wheel bars. This made the balance of the cabins stable, allowing the passangers to sit in one side if they wanted to without worrying about the pod to tilt on one side.

Taking the advantage of the cabin settings you scooched over to the side of the seat that faced the city and grabbing Seokjin's pinky you signalled him to scooch over to your side. Once he did you held his arm closely and pointed in front of you with your free hand. 

The fog had just began to settle on the glass that you had wiped a while ago but it didn't blur out the view completely yet. The tireless city seemed so restful from high up there, like a reflection of the stars against the black night sky.  

There was something so serene about the whole atmosphere that made Seokjin let out a small sigh. He looked at you and mumbled, "Thank you for this. It's so beautiful." 

You kept your head on his shoulder and said softly, "Told you it'll be worth it."

Agreeing to you with a soft hum he slowly rested his head on yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

Moments slipped by as both of you continued to watch the fog take over the glass cabin making the outside world obscure with its white veil. 

You realised for the first time in a long while you and your boyfriend were having a moment when you could just sit there and not think about the cruel world outside. You wanted to hold onto this moment so when you got completely isolated from the outside view you lifted your head from his shoulder and went over to the opposite direction to turn on a switch which lighted up the cabin with built-in small fairy lights. 

A series of giggles escaped Seokjin's mouth making you turn around and he asked you, "What else did you plan?" 

"Just a few things.." you trailed off a little with a shy smile and sat beside him. 

"I have something for you." You said softly with a smile but only you knew how your heart was beating at a fast pace. 

But then you noticed something outside that made you squeal and you flipped a switch placed under the seat which made the roof of the cabin retract like a convertible car. 

Snowflakes started to fall tenderly inside the cabin and you remarked while watching the flakes, "The first snowfall of the year…" 

But Seokjin was more amazed by the cabin system so he couldn't hold back his amazement as he exclaimed, "Woah! When did the technology advance so much?" 

"I designed it!" You replied proudly while pointing at the logo of the architect & manufacturing company you worked at. 

"How many surprises are you hiding?" He asked and started looking through the whole cabin, "you even installed a heater in the pod! You were really thinking about this night while designing it, weren't you?" He placed his gaze on you. 

"Well, the idea came into my mind two years ago when we visited the amusement park for Christmas and I thought how beautiful it would be to look over the city with you and enjoy a little bit of snowfall… It turned out to be better than beautiful!" You explained while pointing to the small heater, "but the heater is a temporary one only for this pod. May be in the next batch I'll think about ones with heaters installed in them." 

When you turned to look at Seokjin you caught him staring at you with the gentlest smile and a heat rushed from your neck to the cheeks. 

"Enough about my stupid project! This is your night! And I have one more thing for you." You winked at him and reaching into the inside pocket of your coat you pulled out a small box that had maroon velvet cover with a gold spotted silver ribbon tied on it and handed it to the curious man beside you. 

"Ah! Why do you have to spend so much on this stupid day?" Seokjin whined shaking his head in disapproval. 

"Because I want to!" You looked at him and mocked him by sticking your tongue out. 

"Aish! It feels like you are my fan and you have got just some moments to spend with me and you are trying to make it as much special as possible!" He joked and started to untie the knot of the ribbon with the smile intact on his lips. 

"Who knows? May be in some other universe I am!" You replied with a light shrug and brushed your fingers lightly on his hair along the line of the ear. 

"Then I am sure I love you in that universe too!" He leaned a little on your palm and moving his head a little he placed a small kiss on your palm and then went back to unwrapping the gift. 

You clenched your fist as he finished untying the ribbon. You could feel your chest tighten with every move of his fingers. You took back your hand that was resting loosely on his shoulder until now and tucked both of your hands in between your thighs and waited, holding your breath, for him to see what you got for him. 

It's been a few seconds if you counted it correctly and yet the only expression on Seokjin's face was a blank one. His smile, that was just there before, had vanished too. 

You still waited eagerly for his response as he sat there with the box in his left hand that had the couple ring inside of it that you had bought a week beforehand from the most famous wedding jewelry shop in the city and the note on his right hand that was previously inside the box under the rings – the note which said in your beautiful cursive handwriting, "Let's get married." 

You could feel your heart sink a little bit when without saying anything Seokjin put the note inside the box and closed it. The expectant smile that you have been holding till now, you felt it fading rapidly. 

He fumbled with the box for a moment as if he didn't know what to do with it and then he slowly took your hands and kept it there.

He looked into your wavering eyes and whispered, "I can't." 

You blinked and felt a string of tears moisten your cold cheeks. Your lips quivered and you mouthed, barely able to speak under all the rush of emotions inside your chest that choked your heart causing an unbearable pain, "Why?" 

Seokjin softly engulfed your hands in his big ones and kept his forehead on yours. You leaned on his and closed your eyes trying to prevent yourself from crying and said, "I know there's some stupid reason behind your answer." 

He just shook his head in a no against yours. 

Inhaling sharply you continued, "If I did something wrong then just tell me! What is it? Do you not love me anymore?" 

At your words Seokjin held your cheeks gently and made you look up and locked his eyes with yours, "There will never be a single second when I won't love you with all of me." 

"Then why?" You let out a mild scream and you let your tears fall freely. 

"Because I can't support a family right now! I don't have a proper job! My dream… It's still so unsure and I can't burden you with me!" 

You looked at him and blinked a few times as if processing what he had just said and you crunched your eyebrows, "What?" 

Letting out a deep sigh you took your cupped face out of Seokjin's hands and wiped your tears. 

Then you cupped Seokjin's face in your hands with quite a force gaining an "ow" from him. 

"Stupid, idiot, dumb!" You felt your lost smile coming back. 

Surprised at your response Seokjin found himself dumbfounded. 

"Was this your reason? Seriously? We have been together for five whole years, love! And you come up with such a bullshit reason? Geez I thought you were going to leave me!" You pretended to scold him. 

"What!? No! I am never leaving you! I.. I am just not ready yet.." Seokjin looked away and stared into the distance. 

You laughed and leaving his face you sat close to him and while looking at your boot covered feet you said, "I know you know but still if I haven't made it clear enough you are never a burden… You have always been my only refuge, my safe place. And it gets so hard to wake up and find the other side of the bed empty or when I speak out and you are not there to reply, only the lonely apartment.. so I have been thinking about this for some time now that what if we could stay together and make you mine forever…" You smiled and sparing a quick glance at his own smiling self you continued, "Of course we can move in together but to call you my husband… I felt a strange chill run up my spine every time I thought about it.. so I just wanna say, not pressuring you or anything," you intertwined his pinky finger with yours, "that I can sustain for us both and I know you don't believe in all the gender stereotypical bullshits. But even after this you want to wait until you are ready, I am ready to wait for you." You rested your head on his shoulder once again, relieved that you were not losing him. 

The silence that was prevailing in the air for a brief moment got cut off by a notification on Seokjin's phone. You kept on resting your head on his shoulder while he checked his phone. 

"Hey!" He called out mildly after keeping the phone in his pocket.

"Hm?" You raised your head and looked at him. 

"Let's get married." He said with a soft smile and glint in his eyes. 

"What?" The question escaped your lips quite loudly as you looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Hey! Stop kidding! What is this about?" You asked again after not getting a reply from Seokjin. 

Seokjin grinned widely and exclaimed happily, "You remember the drama I auditioned for, right? They just emailed me. I am selected for the second male lead role!" 

"What the fuck!??? I can't believe this! Kim Seokjin! You. Are. Going. To. Make. It. Big! You were whining a while ago about your dream! Ah! This is so exciting! How can you stay so fucking calm?" You shook your hand in the air as if shaking off all your worries and cupping Seokjin's chiseled face you placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

Seokjin pouted at the short-lived kiss. You laughed – mostly because you were so happy and the rest because he was so cute. So you snaked your hand around his neck to pull him closer and locked your lips with his. He put his hands on your waist to pull you even closer, making you sit on his lap, resulting in you hugging him in the process. 

Interlocking your legs around his waist you deepened the kiss. As you felt his tongue snaking around yours you lightly held onto the hair at the back of his head and sucked on his tongue. He smiled in the kiss and tugging on your lower lip with his teeth he whispered, "So, is that a yes?" 

Freeing your lip from his grip you held his face to take a better look and then brushing the tip of your nose against his you whispered, "Yes! I can't stress it enough but it's always a yes!" 

A blink worth time passed and you touched his lips with yours and murmured, "Now stop talking and kiss me!" You closed your eyes and drowned yourself in the embrace of him and his lips, not caring about the snow petals falling relentlessly against the growing night. 

-•The End•-

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[herecomesjoon]

ANWESHA! I'm so sorry that I took so long to get to this. The holidays kicked my ass, but I’m here now!

This was such a lovely little fic and captures something soft and quiet about late winter nights. I sometimes like to go outside when its really cold and clear and look up at the stars. It's really comforting and this is what it feels like to me when I read this. 

Read more for full critique as part of the @bangtan-oasiss November 2022 Critique Project <3

I really think that you nailed the intention of showing a lighthearted couple that is comfortably in love. Overall, this was a feel good story, and you set us up as readers to expect something lighthearted. Jin looking at pictures of his girlfriend while on shift? How much more in love can you get?! I really enjoyed how you showed us their comfort and familiarity with each other through playful banter. And wanting to not move from a spot just so you can hold your love, absolutely accurate, and sweet!

I also really like that you showed us a couple that has stepped outside of generally accepted social norms. Not only is it the man pursuing a career that can be so unpredictable, with no promise of something super lucrative, but his partner seems to be in a really stable job in a technical field. And she is super supportive and prepared to be the one to support them both! The touch that she made the cars for the ferris wheel was great! And it shows a lot of trust and thoughtfulness between the two of them that she felt comfortable enough to be the one to propose first. 

Jin’s boss is a gem. I’m almost sad to know that he might not work there now that he’s got an acting gig! Its sweet that both Mr. Hwang and Reader collaborated to make sure that Jin's birthday is celebrated. I was so ready for something angsty, but you turned it around pretty quick. It felt like you couldn’t wait to show us what the surprise was!

I do agree with you that the weakest part of the story is the scene in the car. It's still lovely, but it’s a hard space to fill between two emotional scenes. I feel like the scene could have worked really well as a quiet breather between those two emotional highs of being fooled by Mr. Hwang and going for the ferris wheel ride would have worked really well. Just the two of them singing along softly to their favorite songs or even sitting quietly and holding hands while they travel to the amusement park. 

Another improvement I think that would help a lot, especially with a POV change, is having either a visual break in the story. Like a line indicating that the scene has changed. It would make it easier to adjust to having the story told in the reader's perspective. This would of course be an easy adjustment to make over all. But, if you were to go back and rework this story a bit, maybe you could try to write the first scene from readers perspective.How did she get Jin’s boss on board to not only let him have the night off, but to cover for him personally? Did she suggest the idea that he should pretend to fire him? Or did Mr Hwang suggest it, and she encouraged it? 

Second person is a hard thing to write, especially when you want to capture other people's emotions. You have to remember that the reader only has one perspective at this point. You did a great job overall though, and though it was pushing 60F outside for me today, this story really made me feel like it was properly winter. Warm and cozy, but still that sharp bite of wind that can take your breath away, just like the view of the city from the top of that ferris wheel.