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So I was listening to the Fools cover Kookie and Namjoon did together (whilst sobbing bc the emotions are strong in it okay don’t judge me) and I got an idea and so I present to you this thing, enjoy~

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“Hyung, I’ve been thinking about maybe doing a cover of a song, but it’s all in English…“ eyes full of hope, the youthful yet mature looking boy; Jungkook; was in dire need for help in his pronunciation and putting together of words and only could think of one particular person to go to, Namjoon. As soon as the words "English” danced playfully out of the younger ones mouth, the older ones ears pricked up and began to listen most carefully, “It’s Fools by Troye Sivan, hyung it’s such a deep, beautiful song and I hoped that maybe you could help me with it?”

"Yeah I can help you, on one condition…” Namjoon took full advantage of the situation to help his dongsaeng benefit from it the most “Anything…please hyung?” with slight hesitation and a short pause “You work hard to study English and let me help you, even when you get tired of it.” The older boy was very adamant on Jungkook learning his English, and although Namjoon knew how hard it was to learn English and they were very busy idols, he would occasionally badger his fellow members into doing so. With a glance up at the ceiling and a slight groan, he obliged to improve his English skills, with the fans in mind “Fiiine, thank you Namjoon hyung” “Don’t sweat it, kid, now let’s go get some stuff done eh?”

*several hours later*

They had been now working hours on end trying to get this cover done, with every word engrained in their brain, but Jungkook still wasn’t happy with it. The pair had collapsed their heads on the studio table, willingly tied by soft and melancholic tones of an Austrailian-South African god for the past five hours straight.

2.00am on the dot, Jungkook was the first to wake when he heard his hyung; “On-ly fuh-fools…fall.” Namjoon was in such a deep sleep, that all that could be deciphered were broken hums and snippets of English from the familiar tune. It was quite adorable actually, and rather unexpected, as Jungkook wasn’t used to seeing his friend, who he saw more as a brother, sweetly singing in his sleep, if really that much at all.

He was proud, actually, and the darker haired boy only sniggered to himself, blaming it all on their hardwork that his older friend had spewed the same tuneful, sorrow-filled lines that repeated over and over. Namjoon continued to sigh exhausted, muffled tunes into his messily written notebook of past written lyrics and help with pronunciation to ensure utmost accuracy in the cover, when Jungkook realised Namjoon was what he needed in this cover in order to be fully satisfied. The younger member then went on to plan in his head how he would convince his (basically) brother to sing for not just him, but anyone in the world who listened, because there is nothing lovelier to his ears than the rare appearance of the rapper’s tuneful, raw humming and rhythmic sighing. “Let’s show the world how you’re not just a rapper, Namjoonie.”

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Enchanted | 3 (Final)

“Everyday if you want. Being with you like this is magic in itself.”

↠smut oh my god, plus fluffy jimin at the end↞

word count: 5.5k lordt

↠series: 1 | 2 | ↞

(a/n: this is my first smut and oh my god im sorry this is horrible /runs away/)

You weren’t positive on what it was, but for the past week you spent more hours studying than anything else. Whether it was in the study room in the library or in the comfort in your own dorm, you were hitting the books more focused than ever. But when you dug deep inside, you had a feeling as to what turned you into a study bug.

Park Jimin.

It was a known fact to most people that he excelled tremendously in his classes. He was already smart, but being on the basketball team helped discipline him to keep his grades high at all times. The two of you shared texts over the week, but it was casual talk about how both of your days were going, questions about psychology notes, and some flirting here and there. Jimin was a great guy and texting him lately helped you get to know him better than dirty words or breathless pants in between kisses.

Friday nights on campus were filled with nothing but partying and students freely roaming around. Instead of being apart of that crowd, you were sitting on the floor of your make shift living room completing your biology study guide and philosophy online post. Your roommate was going to be out for the weekend since her boyfriend flew in the previous night. This meant you could sing in the shower as loud as you want or walk around naked if you wanted to.

Your phone lit up beside you with Sana’s contact name on display.

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I Like You A Latte

“Curse Yoongi for not saying your name loud enough and for not writing it on the cup. But most importantly, curse himself for not being able to catch at least the first letter of your name.”

↠flufffffy ft. a sprinkle of yoongi↞

word count: 2.6k

↠oneshot↞

After a week of being bedridden with the common cold, Kim Namjoon was finally back to work at Min Cafe. Of course, Min Yoongi wouldn’t let him go back to work unless he got the ‘okay’ from two doctors and took another week of vacation to fully recover.

“You know, Yoongi. I understand if you wanted me to take another week of vacation to make sure my cold was gone, but two doctors?” Namjoon poured ice into a plastic cup of green tea lemonade.

“Hey, it’s my business, Joon. I don’t want you contaminating my customers or employees.” Yoongi called back.

Namjoon shrugged, thinking to himself well, he has a point.

It was a slow evening. The sun was just about to set and the once busy cafe began to slow down like it usually did. After arranging the scattered blender covers, Namjoon proceeded to transfer a few of the unopened boxes to the back room. His strength depleted a bit after lying down, drinking soup and water all day. He found himself tumbling into another stack of boxes and he could hear the faint sound of Yoongi laughing. Feeling a tad bit betrayed by his boss and long-term friend, he marched down the narrow hallway to question him.

It wasn’t common to witness Yoongi laughing cheerfully, especially laughing cheerfully with a girl that didn’t seem familiar.

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I STG this lovely is the only writer I'm reblogging in this these days :'3 SO CUUUUTE

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Enchanted (2)

“[11:46] Park Jimin: I don’t prefer unfinished business.”

↠suggestive content /wiggles eyebrows/↞

word count: 3.1k /hides/

“You frisky bitch!” Jihyo shoved your shoulder causing you to stagger forward. “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“Sana called for me to help take care of your drunk ass!” You adjusted the bag strap over your shoulder.

“If you told me you were totally getting in on with—” Sana looked around and then leaned in closer only for the three of you to hear. “—with Jimin, then I would have told you to just stay there!”

It was 10:48 in the morning on a Thursday and you decided to skip your 9 am class to sleep in a bit more. You met with Sana and Jihyo who were in the student lounge finishing up some work before their 11 am class. Being your closest friends, they noticed a hint of disappointment and regret in the way you said hello.

At first you ignored their questions but even when they began to clean up their papers, they still pressured you to answer them. Eventually, you gave in and told them in minimal detail about what happened between you and Jimin that night.

Sana and Jihyo both groaned your name. They were both frustrated at the idea of you not being able to go farther with Jimin and hell, you were just as frustrated as they were.

After everything that happened last night—the touches, neck kisses, and the addicting body heat, how could you not be frustrated? Jimin had you practically begging beneath him.

Heat rose to your cheeks and you mentally shook the situation out of your mind. Now was not the time to have those kinds of thoughts, especially in front of your friends. Fortunately, your classroom was coming into view, allowing you to escape their agonizing questions.

“As much as I love the both of you asking me explicit questions in broad daylight, I have notes to take.” You said in triumph.

Sana chuckled and reached behind you to slap your ass. “Jimin is in your class you know, I hope you’re able to focus.”

Another short moment of teasing rolled on until the three of you said your byes and see you laters.

Stepping into your cold classroom, you were slightly relieved to not see Jimin in class yet. You took your seat and placed your bag on the desk that separated the both of you out of habit.

10:58

Your phone read.

Maybe he decided to skip class.

You let out a sigh. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed.

Ever since you got back to your dorm room last night, you thought about what to talk about with Jimin in class. Casual conversations? The lecture? Or maybe not even have a conversation at all and mind your own business. You even stayed up a little longer to see if he was going to text you asking if you got back home safely or if you were able to properly take care of your friend; he didn’t.

Oh fuck.

You didn’t lift your eyes away from your phone, but in the corner of your eye you noticed Jimin taking his seat. You swallowed the lump in your throat and mustered the courage to glance his way.

Jimin looked how he usually did, casual. He wore a plain black sweater and black jeans to match. Instead of slicking his hair back, he kept his silver locks droop down to cover his eyebrows. It was different looking at him. The same heat rose to your cheeks and your breath was caught in your throat. Again, he looked painfully handsome every day, but shit today was definitely different.

He reached into his bag to grab his notebook that was labeled with Psychology on the front and his pencil. Lifting his bag to be placed next to your own, his eyes met yours.

The gaze was intense, enough to make your throat go dry once again. His plump lips twitched into a small smile and his his eyes sparkled as he looked at you. Your blush deepened but you smiled back trying not to make things awkward.

“Okay pupil, where did we leave off!” You professor sang turning off the lights to reveal the slideshow from last class. The both of you broke eye contact and turned to face your professor. “So, Sigmund Freud had a Psychodynamic theory about motivation—”

You unconsciously turned down the brightness on your phone and kept it on silent to avoid any sounds of vibration radiating off your desk. This was going to be a long hour.

Fifteen minutes into the lecture, you could already hear the sound of your brain frying and shutting off. Even in the darkness, you didn’t dare look at Jimin. He was probably being the studious student he always was, taking notes and listening intently to the same boring lecture.

On the corner of your desk, you almost missed it, but you saw your screen light up. Bringing it closer to you, the first thing you saw was Jimin’s name across your screen.

You swallowed hard pressing your home button to unlock your screen. Did Jimin really have to text you right now and in class? Maybe he had a question to ask about the slides? You mentally choked yourself because of how worked up you were getting without reading the text.

[11:16] Park Jimin: Good morning :)

A stupid smile appeared on your face at the sight of the smiley face in his text. You glanced at your professor who was looking back at the slides rambling on and on about motivation and emotion. You took the chance to reply back to Jimin.

[11:16] You: good morning to you too! :)

Maybe the exclamation point was too much.

[11:18] Park Jimin: You look really cute in my jacket

The text made your heart flutter. You remembered how you lazily grabbed it off the growing pile of sweatshirts on your chair this morning to throw it over your shirt. It was until you met up with your friends you realized the jacket you were wearing still carried the strong scent of Jimin’s cologne.

[11:19] You: sorry i didn’t give it back before i left last night. i can give it back after class if you want?

His reply came instantly.

[11:19] Park Jimin: No no. It’s alright, you can wear it.

For a short while, you abandoned your phone to take quick notes off the current slide.

“Hunger and sex both fits into the motivational hierarchy, you know? They both have evolutionary motivations—”

The screen of your phone caught your attention; three text messages.

[11:21] Park Jimin: I seen you with your friends outside of class earlier, is it casual for them to slap your ass like that?

[11:21] Park Jimin: Your jeans look amazing on you by the way, especially from the back

[11:21] Park Jimin: Like wow, I should have caught up with you sooner to do the same while your friends left

Time suddenly stopped at the sight of Jimin’s text. He seriously witnessed Sana slapping your ass? And the comment about your jeans? A quiet sigh left your lips, hoping Jimin didn’t hear you. You checked the whereabouts of your professor before responding.

[11:23] You: shockingly, it’s definitely normal for them to do that. i guess i’m just used to it

You were just about to send a second text, but instead your fingers just hovered over your keyboard. The text message was clearly displayed in your head. It was something you weren’t used to sending at all, but the gut feeling inside of you wanted to test the waters so badly.

Your eyes glided across the dim room and then landed on Jimin. He sat innocently in his desk, spinning his pencil in between his fingers listening to the professor rant about god knows what. You traced his lips and down to his other hand that was holding his phone. Flashes of last night surrounded your thoughts; the touch of his hands that greedily squeezed your flesh and the warmth of his lips that sucked at the nape of your neck.

You blew a shaky breath of air and rubbed your thighs together.

Fuck it.

[11:26] You: aww, that’s too bad jimin. i wouldn’t have minded if you did that.

It took some courage to sneak a quick peek at Jimin who stared at his phone screen. You watched as the shape of his lips parted as he typed a reply.

The message appeared and your mouth went dry.

[11:27] Park Jimin: Yeah? If I did that, would you make those pretty sounds for me like what you did last night?

You tested the waters and now it felt like you were on the verge of drowning. While Jimin texted you being cool, calm, and collected, every particle of your body was filled with electricity.

You set your phone down for a brief moment to calm yourself. The classroom was air conditioned, but there you were feeling hot and bothered. You lifted your legs to cross them on your chair.

Seriously, how was Jimin doing this?

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Jimin glanced in your direction, watching you fold your legs over each other. It was amusing him to watch you find different ways to distract yourself from your phone. He waited patiently for your reply and tried to focus on the lecture.

“As shown on the slide, there are both Biological and Psychological factors affecting hunger and eating—”

A sigh left Jimin’s mouth and rested his chin on his palm. Today was not the type of day where Jimin wanted to take notes. The lecture seemed dull and being the “overachiever” he was, he already glanced at the lecture slides before class started. In conclusion, Jimin had no academic reason to come to class, but he did have another reason to be there.

His phone lit up beside him with your name on the center of the screen. Unlocking his phone, the text you sent him created a small knot in his stomach.

[11:33] You: mmmmmm, of course. it’s too bad we’re in class right now. i would love to make those sounds for you

Jimin gaped at his phone for what seemed to be hours. Another text was sent that brought his attention back.

[11:33] You: that’s only if you’ll help me

You slapped your face in your head about a thousand times. Who were you and why are you sending these kinds of text messages.

This was Park Jimin that you were texting. Someone who was known by almost all of the school because he was on the basketball team. Who knows if he told his team about what the two of you did last night. What if he thought you were utterly disgusting and only continued doing this just to toy with you?

Those thoughts broke your own heart. You felt stupid and exposed, but mostly stupid. You dug your own grave continuing this conversation. Another sigh slipped past your lips, you wanted to put your phone away, but your screen lit up with two text messages.

[11:36] Park Jimin: I’m disappointed that we’re in class. We could have been elsewhere, like my dorm room finishing what we were doing last night.

[11:36] Park Jimin: I don’t prefer unfinished business.

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and your heartbeat increased.

Another text.

[11:37] Park Jimin: Don’t bite your lip like that. I should be doing it for you.

All of the thoughts that rattled you were soon tossed somewhere in a trash bin of your brain. Jimin had a way with words and so did you.

[11:37] You: just my lip jimin? i’m pretty sure there are other places you want to put your mouth on

The classroom went silent for a split second as the professor switched the slides. Within that silence, you swore you heard Jimin take a breath.

“Now, sexual motivation is not a homeostatic drive like hunger or thirst. You all are adults here right? The chart shown here speaks for itself, the sexual response chart.” Your professor continued.

[11:38] Park Jimin: God, you’re just asking for it aren’t you?

[11:38] Park Jimin: If you ask nicely, I’ll be more than happy to give it to you

Jimin’s text messages came quick adding more weight in your stomach and the you could already feel your core soaking up just by reading his texts.

[11:39] Park Jimin: Even if you look amazing in those jeans, I wish you were wearing those cute cotton shorts last class

[11:39] Park Jimin: I would have sat in the desk between us and reach over to feel you. With your legs crossed like that, I have easy access

Almost instantly, you dropped your legs. But for Jimin’s entertainment, you kept them in place.

Honestly, you didn’t know how to respond. Jimin had you wrapped around his beautiful fingers—hell you, yourself wanted to be wrapped around Jimin.

You weakly typed a reply, trying to stay comfortable with the wetness between your legs.

[11:40] You: JIMIN. i swear to god….

[11:40] Park Jimin: You okay there babe? You seem uncomfortable moving around in your seat like that.

[11:41] Park Jimin: I bet you’re soaking wet like how you were last night

[11:41] You: fuckk k jimi n

Once again, your entire being was collapsing and all you wanted right now was Jimin.

You recalled how close you were to your climax by Jimin’s movements. The tight feeling in your stomach only grew as you reread his previous text. You tortured yourself even more with vivid images of Jimin latching his lips onto your neck as he played with your center. You imagined him whispered dirty sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers slowly worked in between your damp folds asking you how bad you wanted him.

[11:43] Park Jimin: Shit babe, you probably taste as good as you feel. I couldn’t even get to properly touch you last night

[11:43] Park Jimin: Even with your cute little panties covering, you felt so fucking amazing

[11:43] Park Jimin: So fuckinf wet all forr me

The knot inside of you loosened completely and you texted your reply as quick as possible. You whispered quietly to yourself with the thunderous sound of your heart ringing through your ears. Fuck.

[11:45] You: jji min i fucking want you oh mygod

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to end class early today hm?” You professor clicked out the slides.

Fucking finally.

You reached for your bag before Jimin could reach for his. You wanted him so bad. You made it a mission to leave the class before he did so you could catch him as he exited so you could drag his daring ass back to your dorm.

Within the midst of everyone zipping up their bags and scooting back their chairs to leave, you heard your name being called. The owner of the voice was your goddamn professor.

“I forgot to email you yesterday, but I can’t meet with you tomorrow to proofread your paper. There’s a mandatory workshop I have to attend to during my office hours. Let’s proofread it now since class is over.”

Again.

Fucking again.

Your slowed down your movements and the same painful emotion of disappointment and regret hung at the last syllable of your words.

“O-Okay sir.”

The sigh that left your lips couldn’t help but sound frustrated. This was not supposed to happen a second time, but instead of your friends, it was your goddamn professor.

You rose from your desk, failing to hide your disappointment. You refused to look beside you, you even reminded yourself to keep your eyes to the front. But, not to your surprise, your dumbass glanced towards Jimin’s direction who was still standing at his desk.

The both of your eyes met and you watched as Jimin carefully looked at you, indulging all of your features. And like the bastard he was, he shot you the most innocent smile and winked before leaving the classroom.

You turned to watch the the view of his back and the strands of his silver hair disappear past the door frame. How could this happen to you for the second day in a row? You raked your hand through your hair as you walked towards your professor’s desk.

“Oh-kay—hold on, I have your paper with me. You can have a seat.” Your professor called out looking through the folders that were laid out on his desk.

This was probably the thousandth sigh that left your mouth since the day started, you were shocked you even had any air left to do so. While your professor frantically searched through his folders, you took this time to change your phone back to its normal settings.

You pressed your home button and was greeted with two text messages from Jimin. With an eager mindset, you opened them.

[11:52] Park Jimin: Again huh? To be honest, I’m a bit heart broken :(

[11:52] Park Jimin: I want you just as bad

No one else was in the classroom besides yourself and your professor whose back was turned still looking for your paper. You let yourself go and you smiled freely at your phone.

[11:55] You: i’m sorry jiminn

It was true, you were sorry. You engaged in creating a thick atmosphere of sexual tension between the two of you and it all vanished again. The annoyed grumbling of your professor made you roll your eyes. Instead of sitting at the desk watching your professor fumble around looking for your paper, you could’ve walked out of this classroom with the boy who lit the biggest flame of desire in your heart.

[11:57] Park Jimin: Baby, it’s okay. Don’t apologize. I already told you, I don’t prefer unfinished business so I’m not about to let you go yet.

“Baby..” You muttered under your breath, a coy smile stretching across your lips.

“Here it is, god, I don’t know what it was doing in my 9 am class folder.” Your professor placed his glasses at the tip of his nose making slow steps towards you as he skimmed through the black text of your paper.

Before putting away your phone, you were able to read three more texts from Jimin.

[12:00] Park Jimin: By the way, you asked me last night if I believed in magic

[12:01] Park Jimin: I guess you can say I have a slight interest in it now

[12:01] Park Jimin: I’m hoping that you’re still willing to enlighten me about the belief in magic babe

Before engaging in a less enthusiastic conversation about memory and human nature, you replied to Jimin in the sweetest way you possibly could.

[12:02] You: you bet your fine ass i am babe

OH MY GOD OKAY LMAO. wow ok. um. yeah here it is :D since it’s summer, i’ve been working on a couple of things because of how much free time I have (what are friends) so i hope you all will enjoy this as well as future fics i have planned ^-^ have a lovely day friends~

♡ rae jagi

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~again reblogging a part from this amazing series on my fanfic page~ tHIS HAS MADE ME SO WEAK WKWNSLSISJSJ ow help sO gOoD

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The Distance Between Us

“It’s not easy, but it will be worth it, okay princess?”

↠fluffy fluffy fluff↞

word count: 1.2k

“Your question was too easy.”

“Okay princess, your turn then.”

It was 2:30 in the morning and you were curled up in your thick blanket with your cell phone pressed against your ear. The icy temperature at that hour transformed your toes into icicles; you couldn’t tell if you were curling them or not.

You shifted to your side now staring at the empty spot next to you. Refusing all negative energy, you proceeded with your question.

“Would you rather have your tongue as your finger or your fingers as tongues?”

You hear the beautiful sound of his groggy laughter. It was music to your ears listening to the mixture of Hoseok’s morning voice and his high pitched laugh.

“How did you think of a question like that?”

“Just choose!” You giggled, satisfied with his reaction.

The low tone of his humming and the sound of himself moving around in his bedsheets came from other line.

“I’d rather have my finger has my tongue. I can’t imagine having tongues for fingers—I run my hand through my hair during rehearsals you know.”

You sputtered at the image of his tongue-fingers raking through his sweaty hair during dance practice. He chuckled with you and whined your name.

“Hey, don’t laugh. You asked the question.”

“I know,” You dragged out with broken laughter. “But I just pictured what it would look like if you had tongues for fingers!”

Your laughter slowly came to a halt and all that was left was the sound of Hoseok’s breathing. Your free arm reached out of your blanket fort to touch the spot next to you.

This had recently become your newly night time routine. After a shower and quick blow dry to your hair, you would already be in bed keeping yourself awake to wait for Hoseok’s phone call.

Today marked the first week of your new long-distance relationship with Hoseok. He was a choreographer for a dance studio and he was given an opportunity to teach multiple dance classes overseas for six months.

At first, you secretly hated the idea. How were you supposed to survive six months with physically seeing your boyfriend? But your demeanor changed in a split second after noticing the spark in his eyes as he mentioned the offer to you. Dancing was his life—his dream. Nothing would make you happier than seeing Hoseok achieve his dreams. You knew how being on stage or teaching his classes made him feel invincible. Being a choreographer was never a burden to Hoseok. It hurt you to see him come home with some bruises and the most exhausted look on his face, but you knew dancing was more than just a hobby or a career to him; it was his soul.

No crying! No crying…

You couldn’t help but sniffle as your finger traced the pillow where Hoseok’s hair was supposed to be laid out. He was supposed to be lying next to you and using his slender fingers to stroke your hair.

It’s only been a week and you were a mess.

“Hey,” Hoseok whispered. “I miss you, princess.”

A wave of emotion came crashing over you and you tried your hardest to stifle back a sob. You weren’t used to being away from Hoseok for this long and the time difference wasn’t making anything better either.

“It sucks, I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Stop. Don’t apologize, Hoseok. That’s the last thing I want to hear from you.” You barely whispered, choking on your words a little. “I support you, I really do.”

“But I do know that the distance is killing you.” He spoke softly. “Baby, it’s killing me too.”

You begin unravel at the sound of his soothing voice. You cried into your pillow trying to silence the sound of your heavy breathing and sobs. This was not what you wanted your phone call to turn out to—it was the exact opposite of it.

“H-Hoseok, I miss you so much.” Your words barely managed to sound complete. “It’s only been a week, b-but it’s just so fricken’ hard.”

Hoseok didn’t say a word. He let you go on and on about your week and how empty you’ve been feeling. He listened to you curse and cry doing everything you could to let all of your emotions out.

Your ranting slowly came to an end and all that was left was your labored breathing. You felt pathetic. Since when had you become this clingy?

“I’m sorry, Hoseok.”

“Princess, it’s okay. I understand how you feel. I wanted to quit the third day I was here because I missed you too damn much—god, okay wait, I cannot cry before breakfast—” Hoseok cleared his throat. “You told me everyday that you were proud of me and that you’re always going to be my back bone.”

A smile grew on your face hearing his uplifting words. Hoseok always knew how to stay positive in most situations. He always knew the right words to say and how to make you smile even in difficult situations. You hear him call out your name in the most harmonic tone.

“I love you so much. Six months is a long time for us, but I know we can power through this. Before we know it, it’s going to be the day I come home.”

All of the words he told you easily brought tears to your eyes. How in the hell did you get so lucky?

“It’s not easy, but it will be worth it, okay princess?”

Your smile grew wider at the thought of finally being back in his arms and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.

“Baby?”

You let out a satisfied sigh before answering, “yes baby.”

“That’s my girl. Now, could you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Could you not say ‘yes baby’ like that when I’m not there to ravish you? I swear, you always know how to say things.”

All negativity was discarded and you laughed at your semi-frustrated boyfriend. Leave it to him to ruin the romantic mood with lustful antics.

“Hoseok, don’t you have breakfast to eat?” You giggled.

“Mm, yeah I do.” There were muffled noises of thick bedsheets moving around and the faint sound of Hoseok stretching. “But you’re not here.”

Even miles away, he still managed to make the heat rise to your cheeks and create butterflies in your stomach.

Sleep weighed in your eyes causing them to flutter close and then snap back open. You wanted to stay up to hear his voice, but the moment you mumbled something incoherent he knew it was time for you to sleep.

“You should sleep. It’s late there.”

You shook your head thinking he could actually see you. “You’re more important.”

He laughed at the sound of your voice faltering, trying as hard as possible to stay away.

“College is important too. I know you have an early class tomorrow. Plus, the other choreographers and I are going to meet up for breakfast soon.”

You shifted your position to lie on your back. Eyes still closed, you breathed into your phone.

“Okay baby. I’ll go to sleep now.”

“Good night, princess.”

“Good night—good morning to you in your time zone.”

Hoseok chuckled and said your name in a much more lower and sweeter tone.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Hoseok.”

The call ended there and you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket. Not even a minute after the phone call, you were already drifting off into a peaceful sleep with nothing but remnants of Hoseok’s voice filling your mind.

ok but honestly, who doesn’t love boyfriend hoseok? he is such boyfriend material i couldn’t help myself. i finished enchanted 2 and i’ll be uploading it sometime very soon ^–^ until then, i hope you all will like this quick oneshot just as much~

♡ rae jagi

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Enchanted

“Tell me, Jimin, do you believe in magic?”

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It was a Wednesday night and honestly, Jimin wanted to know whose idea it was to throw a party on a fucking Wednesday night. He didn’t mind going to parties once in awhile, but going on a school night was pushing it a bit. He could have been sitting on his sofa watching reruns of Bizarre Foods or maybe even in bed just about ready to knock out, but here he was.

 Jimin wasn’t sure how, but Namjoon had convinced him to come out that night; he was pretty sure he lost Namjoon in the sea of people as soon as he walked through the first floor.

Fucking hell, Namjoon. Jimin took a long sip out of his coke and whiskey concoction already debating on when to walk out the door.

 “Jimin?!”

The sweetest voice called out to him and he looked up to find you looking as shocked as ever. Jimin couldn’t control his face muscles as his jaw slightly hung open at the sight of you in the cutest little red dress.

He was so used to seeing you in large t-shirts or sweaters that were paired with shorts or ripped jeans, but this was a sight that he had to drink in. The dress wasn’t anything tight, it was seductive in the most casual way. The hem of the dress stopped just above mid-thigh, thin spaghetti straps hugged your slim shoulders and the neckline dipped low enough to where just the right amount of cleavage was exposed. The heels you wore just made your legs look even more amazing than when you wore your typical sandals or faded black converse shoes.

 Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer.

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“I had no idea The Park Jimin came out to parties.” You sang, slipping in between the crowd of people to stand next to Jimin who settled on supporting his body against the counter.

“Ah well, contrary to popular belief, I actually enjoy my fair share of parties—mostly in my dorm building and the senior apartments.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the music and mind-numbing conversations that surrounded the both of you.

“Then here’s a toast,” You raised your red cup. “To your first party in the East Wing Dormitory!”

Jimin laughed, running a hand through his silver hair before tapping his cup against your own. He downed his alcohol in almost one gulp and you couldn’t help but watch the way he deliciously tilted his head back to reveal his neck.

“I’m in need of a refill, what about you? Up for another cup?” You asked, reaching for his cup. He chuckled and shrugged, handing it over. “Pick your poison, champ.”

“Jack and coke for me.”

“Interesting.” You hummed. “I prefer coke and captain—hey, Jaebum! Captain, Jack, and coke my way!”

Jimin watched you in amusement as you casually poured the alcohol and soda into the cups. He stared long enough to almost pierce a hole into your skin. You couldn’t stare back at him. You weren’t sure what it was, but the gaze he gave you literally left you speechless.

“There’s my girl!” A familiar toned limb draped over shoulder almost causing you to spill the alcohol all over the counter.

“Jesus, Jackson! I hope you’re done drinking for the night.” You shrugged his arm off of you and handed back Jimin’s cup.

“Mm, maybe one last taste of alcohol from your lips?” He slurred. “Will I be seeing your fine ass on the third floor tonight?”

You laughed and stepped closer towards Jimin who was very much confused over the situation. It was a bold move, but you managed to link your arm with Jimin’s, who forced an awkward smile, eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.

“Sorry to break your heart, Jackson. But Jimin and I already planned on leaving together to discuss the Psychology slideshow for tomorrow.” You looked up at Jimin and smiled at him hoping that he caught your drift.

Jackson dramatically groaned your name and clutched his heart. “Ouch, always breaking my heart. Maybe the next party will be a success.” He winked at you before leaving, almost staggering and tripping over his own feet.

“I’m sorry about him.” You laughed, trying to clear up the weird atmosphere between the two of you. Jimin laughed with you and managed to say it’s alright in between his laughter.

There was a sudden rush of adrenaline that shot through your body as you locked eyes with Jimin. You forgot how close your body was to him and god, he looked even more amazing than he did sitting one seat away from you during class.

“H-Hey,” You were shocked by your own voice, not realizing how shaky your tone was. “For the sake of avoiding Jackson, do you want to get out of here?”

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It was a chilly spring night and the evening air felt even more relaxing on the roof of the East Wing Dorms.

Jimin sat on an abandoned table with his drink on the side while you were looking over the edge, watching students enter and exit the dorm. Almost at the roof, Jimin had stripped himself of his jacket for you to wear due to the absence of sleeves on your dress, leaving him in a plain white v-neck and denim pants. The breeze tickled his skin, but it felt refreshing considering how stuffy the room felt earlier.

“So,” Jimin began. “What was up with that Jackson guy?”  You giggled and turned around to face him eye-to-eye.

“A couple of friends and I decided to have a wild night and play ’tipsy truth or dare’.” Jimin laughed at the mocking tone of your voice as you said the last string of words. “Jungkook—who I’m pretty sure you know—thought it would be hilarious for Jackson and I to make out for thirty-seconds.” You finished the rest of your alcohol then resumed to finish your short story. “The make out session is still hazy in my head since I was drunk as fuck, but ever since then, Jackson supposedly jokes around and makes lame attempts to have another make out session.”

Jimin unconsciously let out a quiet scoff and chuckled. “And what in the hell did he mean when he mentioned the third floor?”

“Ah, I forgot this was your first party in this dormitory.” You unzipped his dark blue jacket to let out the trapped air in the clothing because shit, the alcohol was warming up your body. “Let’s put it this way—during parties, the third floor is equivalent to the second floor during the senior apartment parties.”

He dryly whispered an oh and nodded his head understanding exactly what you meant by that.

“Well, that session must have been magic for him to be persistent until this day.” Jimin let his words drip from his lips without breaking eye contact.

You weren’t sure what it was, but you swallowed harder than usual at the sight of Park Jimin.

Jimin sat one seat away from you during your 11 am Psychology class every Tuesday and Thursday. The desk in between the two of you became a designated table for your backpacks. The two of you talked once in while during class and a couple of rare moments during non-class hours because you seeked help about a certain chapter of notes.

An ace basketball player of the University’s team and a studious student; you were definitely surprised when you saw him at the party and that he even mentioned that he does attend dorm parties.

You weren’t complete opposites. You were doing decent in your classes and worked at one of the computer labs on campus, signing students in and out. You also weren’t a “party girl,” but you did enjoy unwinding with alcohol once a week with some friends in your room or at a party.

The Jimin sitting across of you right now seemed different in the most ravishing way possible. The v-neck he wore gently hugged his frame, but his pants were a different story. The denim fabric stuck to the shape of his legs almost perfectly. it took a lot out of you to refrain from climbing onto his lap because his thighs looked so lovely. His posture was slightly leaned back, supporting his weight with arms and took in the sight of you with a foreign look in his eyes.

He looked amazing everyday, but tonight he looked so fucking gorgeous for your own good.

It was probably the alcohol taking over or maybe it was the strong desire to be closer to him, but you discarded your cup and boldly approached Jimin who instinctively scooted himself closer to the edge of the table.

“Tell me, Jimin,” You grazed his knee with your fingertips. “Do you believe in magic?”

He responded to your small action by gently grasping your hand to guide you in between his knees. “Mm, I’ve never really experienced magic.”

You eyed his delectable looking lips that twitched into smile as he caught you. “Shall I enlighten you?” You purred whilst traveling your hand to his abdomen which tightened at the contact.

“Please.”

And just like that, the distance between the both of you was closed off.

Jimin impatiently attacked your lips with his own whilst sliding off the table. You sighed into his mouth at the contact of his hands on your lower back. Your hands automatically crept up to the back of his neck and into his hair. You sucked on his bottom lip—finally doing what you had wanted to do since you spotted him in the dorm.

He quietly moaned into your mouth, sending chills down your spine hoping and praying he would do it again. In the blink of an eye, Jimin spun you around and lifted you onto the table settling himself in between your legs. You lightly tugged on the silver strands of his hair wanting to be closer to his body heat. Jimin must have read your mind because his hands found your lower back and tugged you closer to him. He continuously pulled you into him with the same desire to be closer because fuck you weren’t close enough.

Jimin broke the kiss and briefly scanned your features. Oh how beautiful you looked at that moment; your hair was slightly disheveled, lips were swollen and red from the constant biting and sucking. You were a delicious panting mess below him and he wanted more.

After placing a chaste kiss against your lips, he left a trail of butterfly kisses from your cheek, to your jawline, and finally onto a sweet spot on your neck. Jimin kissed and sucked at your neck and the cold air brushed against the damp spot causing you to feel a lot more sensitive.

“Nngh, Jimin,” You shamelessly moaned. He answered you by licking a stripe from your neck to right below your ear. He groaned your name right next to your ear and another helpless moan slipped past your lips, your core aching as time went on. The rough kisses against your neck made your stomach tighten and each time he moved to kiss a new spot on your skin he brushed against you. The thin lace of your underwear and his denim lightly rubbed against each other causing an uncontrollable wetness to form between your legs.

 “F-fuck, Jimin—oh my god—”

You felt his hips buck up and he grinded into you whispering a string of profanities and butchered syllables of your name. He abandoned your neck and pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and hot gasps leaving his mouth.

“Sh-Shit…” Jimin moaned, grinding into your core desperately trying to create more friction.

“Ji-Jimin, please—don’t ah! Please don’t stop!” You begged throwing your head back.

Euphoria clouded your vision and the sound of Jimin groaning into your skin filled your ears. It wasn’t the alcohol. It wasn’t the alcohol in your system that was causing you to act like this. You wanted Jimin so bad and the wetness in between your legs grew even more at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

His movements began to slow down and you whined at the loss of contact, but one of his hands disappeared from your lower back and found its way under the hem of your dress and onto the lace of your underwear.

“Wow. I can’t believe how wet you are.” Jimin whispered sweetly, rubbing light circles against your core with one of his fingers. “And this is all done by me, you’re quiet seatmate.”

“Jimin..” You moaned quietly.

He leaned in to taste your swollen lips and as his tongue worked against yours, the feeling of his fingers were gone and he was back to grinding into you. Another soft plea of his name and the continuous chants of more and harder filled the air.

“Does my girl want more?” He breathed into the canvas of your neck. You nodded instantly wanting to feel more of him. “I can’t imagine how good you must feel.”

The low tone in his voice was driving you to insanity. How the fuck was this the same quiet boy you knew in your psychology class?

The ringing was clear and you knew you heard it but chose to ignore it until it stopped ringing.

Fuck it.

Your stomach tightened again and the pressure continued to build as Jimin rubbed against you, gripping your thighs tightly knowing he could leave them bruised.

“J-Jimin I-I need to—” You choked barely finishing your sentence.

“You’re gonna cum for me, hm?” Jimin teased slowing down his movements. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“God, yes! Jimin! Please…” You meweled.

You never wanted anyone as much as you wanted Jimin at that moment. He had you under a mysterious spell that continuously reeled you into him.

There it was again, the god damn ringing. You swore this was the third time you heard your cell phone ringtone coming from the pocket of Jimin’s jacket.

Unfortunately, Jimin heard it too.

The movements slowly came to a full stop and you whined, almost on the verge of crying because you were so fucking close.

“I think,” Jimin panted. “I think you should answer that.” He chuckled and took a step back away from you so you properly answer your phone call. All you could do was smile weakly at Jimin who had the audacity to lick his lips as he watched you stand up to smooth out your dress.

You dragged your footsteps about two feet away from Jimin only to be greeted by one of your friends speaking loudly, trying to speak over the music. She had asked you to help take your other friend back to her dorm room because she had one too many drinks.

In all honesty, you wanted to decline. You wanted to end the call and pull Jimin back into you to finish what the two of you started; maybe even feel a little bit more than the fabric against you. Instead, you surrendered and agreed to meet on the second flight of stairs on the second floor.

Ending the phone call, you let out a loud sigh and stared out into space.

Damn it, Jihyo. Why did you have to drink so much? It’s Wednesday for christ’s sake, fuck.

“Duty calls?” Jimin sang. You turned your body to find him smiling at you. Sweaty strands of hair clung onto his forehead and you couldn’t help but smile back at him and shyly nod your head.

“Um, Jihyo, my friend, is completely drunk. Sana, another friend, called because she needs some help.” You stumbled on your words, failing to hide the sadness in your tone.

“Well, at least you’re not abandoning her.” Jimin chuckled. “It’s alright, go help your friend.”

You felt defeated. You wanted to stay. You wanted to kiss him again, but all you could say was okay, see you.

“Ah, but first,” Jimin approached you causing your breath to get caught in your throat. “I think I’m going to be needing your number. You know—for research purposes.”

You snorted at his “excuse” and showed no hesitation in exchanging contact information. Jimin stroked your cheek and whispered I’ll see you soon with the most addicting sound of your name leaving his lips at the last second. You turned on your heel and walked towards the door feeling slightly rejuvenated.

Closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wood catching your breath. The previous moments playing through your mind like a movie.

The sweet taste of Jimin’s lips, the grip he had on your skin, and the delightful sounds he made were all still crystal clear. Your stomach began to tighten once more and there was no doubt you could feel your core starting to soak up again.

“Well, shit.”

hi hello! new bts scenario writer here ^-^ i haven’t wrote anything in such a long while due to the biggest writer’s block i ever had (i wrote for exo for a while.) also, this is my first time writing a bts scenario huhu. this piece is rough, i know. ill get better T__T oh yeah, this is only part one~

♡ rae jagi

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Mutual Idolship pt.2

Pt.1

Hola hola~ Pls enjoy the second part of this series. Apologies for being a procrastinator and leaving it so long to upload this chapter *apologetically more nervous giggling*.

*WARNING* I KNOW I shouldnt have to say this but, I do use "swear words" in my writing, but hey! At least it's more expressive eh?;3 Genre: Beyond fluffable Word count: 1252~ (I’m sorry it’s so long, oh my god x’D)

[Jimin POV]

“Look Jiminie hyung, your future wife!” Adorably innocent yet devilishly bold Taehyung noticeably picked on the brightly flushed Busan boy, as the mention of the seemingly flawless young lady sent him in a twist of fondness, affection and attachment vs extraordinary awkwardness and flimsy flailing about clumsily. After having given a playful nudge from his excitable group member, all he could see was her. Jimin knew what he liked about her, heck…what he adored about her! But there was no easy way to explain, only that she seemed so modest, so humble yet carried herself with such elegance and confidence. In the moment, he warmly chuckled at how cliché his thoughts sounded but secretly he loved it.

As the young team of 7 were lead to their seats for the event, he was abruptly struck by a sudden sharp bolt of confidence, Jimin would talk to her tonight, and this boy had no doubts or fear in this rare flash in time.

“Monie monie~ Hyuuuung~” All eye smile guy Jimin flipped the switch on his aegyo, he had connections and was willing to use them to his advantage. Engrossed leader Namjoon was way too busy feeling the vibes of the performances, as well as preparing the speech he would later announce on stage with luck and hope that Bangtan would win an award. Desperately, he thought up ways to get his hyung’s attention, but it took some annoying persistence and cringy aegyo in order for him to listen. “Namjoon hyung! Aish~ Listen to me, please…” his words stubbornly dragged out until he collapsed his head on Leader Mon’s comfy lap.

“Okay, that’s it, I give up. What do you want Jimin?” trying to give out a serious vibe, but failing and ultimately ending with a subtly, slight grin. “Finally! Can you do me a teensy, weensy, miniscule favour?” No hesitation apparent as Namjoon heard those words, the understanding, tolerant man took a wild guess “You want me to talk to Jackson, so you can get (Y/N)’s number?” A familiar expression painted precisely on Jimin’s face; as if like magic his hyung spilled out words that were to come out of Jimin’s own gaping open mouth in exactly 5 seconds later; the alarmed boy could only give what looked like a somewhat weak nod, this guy could be catching flies in his mouth by the appearance his face pulled.

It wasn’t long before his leader lazily floated over to the link standing between the eager boy, Jimin and his not-so-secretly mutual crush. And all the while this went down, mesmerizingly gorgeous female in question, was occupied with other things…

[Reader’s POV]

Swaying your hips and shutting your eyes to fully enjoy the experience of a luxury spot listening to all this brilliantly produced and written music was now a habit, however it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Getting into the moment was what you wanted to do, this was caught many times on fancams, but you didn’t care because; as a huge bonus for working your butt off being an artist as your career; you could sit thrillingly near the stage and watch as your fellow artists worked the spotlight. As of the time, you cheered on the group of silly, youthful boys who were like your younger brothers, Seventeen. It was no doubt that you would soon get up with your members and dance to show your pride in your close friends, it was all endless fun and Ye Eun shamelessly called out for her most prized possession oppa, Seungkwan.

Halfway through the performance, your legs had a mind of their own, so as you blurrily forgot how to use them, you inelegantly tumbled towards your unsuspecting Leader Eunjin, but instead missed her (just when you thought that avoiding hurting your leader was an absolute miracle) by an inch and fumbled until you crashed your head onto the table your other members sat at. So much second-hand embarrassment, which didn’t matter because you were now passed the fuck out.

“DON’T WALK TOWARDS THE LIGHT (Y/N)!”

“Would you shut the fuck up Taehyung?”

“Is she dead?”

You let out a menacing, wobbly giggle “I…haaaave noooo idea what’s going oooonnnn~”, all your vision caught was the sight of alarmed, widened eyes, and then more snickering dialogue travelled from ear to ear. After about another five minutes of repeating worried words and spinning faces, you are able to get control once again, and your lenses focus in detail as the blur soon fades. “(Y/N)? We’re going to sit you up, alright?” your concerned leader looked over your manager’s shoulder, as you were cautiously supported upright, and placed back onto a soft, comforting sofa where you were before. It seemed as if hundreds of eyes were on you, on the other hand, you didn’t care much longer because you soon were greeted by anxious yet inviting, acquainted faces.

“Hey there (Y/N), I’m sure you recognise us right?” Why of course, you noticed the strong, sincere dimples that crossed like an x marks the spot just near enough to his plump lips “Ah! Gosh, I’m sorry, hi oppa RapMon! It’s so nice to finally get a conversation with you.” Realising your silly words, you were excused with a forgiving, sweet laugh “Yeah, same here, same here. All our members just came to check on you, I think you know why…”, there was something about that sentence that rang many bells (and no, we’re not talking about Girl’s Day’s ‘Ring My Bell’ either.) on your “This is another gateway to a conversation about you and Jimin” radar. The boy who must not be named-just kidding, I’m not J.K. Rowling- that rhymes with Snark Pimin was nowhere to be seen, however that was because his petite height was hidden behind none other than Hyerim’s partner in crime, Kim Taehyung. Whispers were heard from the two, “So is she okay?” you could just make out Jimin’s sweetly anxious voice, followed by V’s less subtle sentences “Yesyes, calm down, she’s not dying. I’m sure you can talk aaalll about it later to her when you text her, alright lover boy?.” as more second hand embarrassment was shown by Bangtan’s Suga.

“GUYS. You know she can hear you right? I apologise for these fools, they wouldn’t know how to be quiet if it hit them on the nose.” He coolly let out a tired sigh, unapologetically bitter but somewhat meaning well. It wasn’t until long until the three younger members had ran off to have a conversation about what had just happened, as the other four oldest followed after and wished you well and good health.

Sometime later, you and the other members had returned to the homey dorm, you felt an urge to stare on hours at end at your mobile phone after hearing what Taehyung had sad earlier; until it had reached rather late at night; a ping had come from Hye Rim’s phone, but unfortunately not yours.

“What and who could you possibly be talking to at 12:05 at night? Are you secretly seeing someone?!” you threw a pillow carelessly at your dongsaeng, and as you did so, your younger member shot a look at you as if to say ‘you’re on dangerous territory, kid.’ It didn’t take long before she fired back and hit you on the head with her pillow, and it could’ve turned into a full on, stereotypical pillow fight until it was your turn to receive that long awaited text.

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Mutual Idolship pt 1

pt.2

Okay so this gonna be a series I will carry out for a little while, it’ll be a kinda project, but forgive me if I go off of Tumblr from time to time because I’m awful and forgetful…not that many people will see this anyway but whatevs *nervously laughs* 

also I'm really sorry this is kinda slow, but I'm just getting back into writing again and I hope it was okay *more nervous laughing* Genre: Fluff AF Word count: 919

“Yeah he’s cute…I guess you could say that…” you itched your head and hid your flushed face in an embarrassment to keep your cool, but it was no secret that you; awkward and clumsy self; had many questions pop up in multiple interviews about that abnormally adorably perfect boy, Park Jimin. However, it wasn’t just blush-worthy down your end, in fact that cutie himself was getting it everywhere too, yet you’ve never properly talked before.

Your trusty unnie Yeeun from your girl group Girls’ Hour was always there for advice, but found your behaviour ultimately strange yet adorable. Every now and then whilst she was out running errands for your members, like the eldest she was, you found yourself talking about this guy-who you’ve seen so much of yet never set foot near him-whilst texting her. Well, actually…that’s a lie, you’ve been in the same room, and interactions between you two were constantly watched like a hawk by dispatch, fans, anti-fans. The first time romantic thoughts were brought up, it was in an interview on After School Club, in which was watched by thousands. You went and confessed you found Jimin attractive reluctantly and it all went in a spiral from that day on, Eric teased you about it, all your members poked you constantly throughout. After that went down, the next visit from BTS on ASC was full of the other members hinting they had watched that episode, and had seemed as if that this lil’ dumpling of a guy had non-stop been blushing at the thought of you. It spread like a wildfire all over the internet, people shipped you two, people hated you two for even having those kind of interactions, heck you even had your own couple name! It was a crazy ride, and still is, you never hear the end of it and eventually realise that you’ll either die alone from being too shy to talk to him, or you-

“HEY! (Y/N), get off the floor, we’ve gotta practice for promotions dude.” Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by the squeaky, sleepy maknae, Yebin. Spread on the floor, you had fallen into the trap of overthinking things, and in the end just stared aimlessly up at the ceiling whilst waiting to be snapped out of it with your overly accessorised phone resting comfortably on your tummy. After refusing to ever move again, Eunjin-the leader- full on lifted you up off the floor and in the air until you accepted the fact you had to rehearse, which eventually you gave up all hope in order to make your members happy.

“GUYS. If we don’t get the b-boying bit right, I will flip, no pun intended.” Main dancer Minji always said the same things, but she did it well, as you agreed with her, considering you were also a dancer. Hours and hours you practice, until the long awaited and well rewarded rest was now here, you let out a soft sigh and collapse to your familiar spot, on the other hand this time it would be marked by your own sweaty silhouette. 

“Ya! Unnie (Y/N), are you sure you don’t want me to get you Jimin oppas number? V is a call away, I have my sources y’know.” Hyerim, your liveliest and charismatic member who MCs for Music Bank had all the connections to him, but you was reluctant in carrying out those interactions just yet. She gave you a wink and a suggestive nudge, but this didn’t really persuade you, you were adamant that you were to do it yourself like the young adult you were tonight,  during a music event that would happen that evening.  

Hours before you head off to the music event, the nerves kick in but you hold your breath and tuck your tummy in, zip up your dazzlingly classic little black dress with help from maknae Yebin and reassure yourself that you look like a “boss ass bitch” as Hyerim would say. Many curling iron burns later, it’s time to head out, time to show yourself off and time to rock the shit out of your leather jacket. Listening to your heels clicking along the pavement, you slip into the lush car and are escorted to the exciting occasion, where you were greeted by familiar, warm faces of Got7. A swaggy fist bump from Jackson, a sweet high five from Yugyeom and welcoming hugs from the other members, apart from BamBam. With BamBam, an ex of yours, it was different it wasn’t awkward because your relationship ended mutually and without bitterness, so you always greeted each other with a simple exchange of broad and cheery smiles.

Locking arm in arm with your dearest partner in crime Yeeun, you entered the venue which would hold the exciting event, when all of a sudden you see him. By now it was easy to spot him, the boy with the gorgeous eye smile, because the BTS members were already looking for you. They were clearly teasing the poor dear, as he quickly turned away from a quick glance, but he was obviously a little bit smitten right now, as your dress hugged at your hips and enhanced every single curve on your body. It seemed as if he was tempted to walk over to you and say something, as you caught a glimpse of him looking rather desperate and curious, but as he was caught he widened his eyes as his supple cheeks blossomed beautiful shades of pink and turned back to his rowdy group members.

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Comfortable Adorable Huggable

"Oh my god, text me already!" you throw you phone on your bed with a huge sigh "Or I could just not play with the stereotypes of guys texting first and text him?!" Collapsing on the comfy mattress beside you, you watch the hands on the clock dance in circles and circles of time. You sat stubbornly like that on your bed for hours, struggling with the texting games that ensued, until you heard a crash outside of your open window and proceeded to further inspect the noise. "HAHAHA HI this was never meant to happen, I was supposed to y'know, knock on your window like in the movies..." you found a disorientated Jimin at your own window "W-what the fu-" your eyes widened at the sight you were seeing "Hey! This is no time to swear, let me in please?" The orange-haired boy smiled sweetly "You're so strange I swear to God, get in here loser." As you watch Jimin climb through the window, you were thinking back to all those hours you waited for him to text you, when really; he was planning to do this weird but thoughtful shit. Along with his bright, beautiful self, he brought a whole bag of food with him and a blanket, and threw it carelessly on the floor "Your knight in shining armour has arrived with food and warmth, thank me later." He does an awkwardly cute yet cringy bow and looks back up at you, to find you simply eyeing up the food, instead of checking out the piece of eye candy that was right in front of you "EXCUSE ME. My eyes are up here." "Shut up and give me cuddles right now, you idiot." You bring him into a tight embrace, as the world stopped for a second, so did your thoughts, nothing was better than hugs from this goofy guy. For a few hours, all the pair of you did was lay on your bed-you laying on your stomach scrolling through Tumblr with Jimin's head resting on your back- talking about everything and anything, because you two were so comfortable with each other that you could keep conversations up for days and days, and when talking wasn't happening; the space in between those lengthy talks were filled with comfortable silences and observing one another quietly. Just pure appreciation and adoration was put into these moments.

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Failure Pancakes: Mini Kyuhyun story

“Omma, help me, I have no idea how to make pancakes…” you hear Kyuhyun speaking to his Mother on the phone as you wake up from a wonderful sleep. You pretend to still be asleep to hear the hilarious conversation as Kyu fusses about trying to make you breakfast “And then you do what? Ah!” you hear all sorts of strange noises coming from the kitchen, of which most are pots and pans crashing down from the cupboard “I’m fine, I think I’ve got it now, thank you Omma!” As he hangs up the phone to say goodbye to his mother, you lazily clamber out of bed “Making pancakes, I see.” “WOAH! Why did you startle me like that? No pancakes for you, because you’re evil for scaring me.” he cheekily teases you “But aren’t you the evil maknae?” you tease back, winking at him, “Very funny, now sit down and let me be the master chef that I am!” you perch yourself on the sofa and wait for the breakfast that you hope won’t be completely disastrous “Here you are, startler.” he hands you the plate with what seems to be some sort of pancake mutant “I don’t trust this pancake, it looks like it’s going to eat me alive…” once again teasing him “I’ll feed it to you if I have to! I’m determined to show you I’m a great cook!” he pokes you again and again until you finally take a bite of his ‘creation’, an to your surprise, it tastes pretty delicious “Oh wow, this is actually really yummy…” “See! Chef Kyu strikes again.”

[nedaned]

Request: One shot with Dan where y/n is on vacation in Japan with him and Phil and she has allergies to the cherry blossom trees (they are just honestly the worst kind of trees in the spring for allergies I literally look and sound like I have a sinus infection)

Japan. It’s definitely like...

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This was such a cute little fanfic, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to reblog it x3

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Feelings that grow on a simple park bench

(Continuing from Strolling the streets of Seoul)

The rain began to calm, as did the rest of the street. There was a sudden serene feeling when Chanyeol closed his umbrella, and as it collapsed, he let out a breathe of a certain sadness “I’m guessing you won’t be needing my umbrella anymore...” pouting when he turned to you “Where were you going anyway, (Y/N)?” you were enjoying the moment you had with him so much, you had forgotten where your destination was “I...can’t remember.” there was a pause, until he began to speak once more “Do you need to go somewhere?” it seemed as if he didn’t want you to leave “I just wanted to explore Seoul more, I’ve just moved here.” instantly Chanyeol’s eyes lit up “How about I show you around the city? There’s so much to see!” you blush at his offer, more time to spend with him? Yes please! Without warning, you nod your head and set off to see what opportunities sit in the famous city.

You pass by dainty, small shops, looking through the windows as it puts a smile on your face “What is it with smiley girls? They get me everytime.” Chanyeol is observing you, content and dazzled by you “Oh-thank you, oppa...” his grin widens, but he soon turns away, with pink cheeks “Chanyeol...are you blushing?” “I am not blushing!” he playfully argues “Are you using your aegyo charm on me?” you both laugh loudly “Bbuing bbuing!” he pinched his cheeks and acted dorky.

After joking about for a while, you buy some lunch from a cafe to eat out, so you sit on a bench and get to know each other, the environment is relaxing but a definite different feeling to when you first met “So, why did you want to come to Korea?” Chanyeol curiously queried “I’ve always wanted to travel, but Seoul has always been somewhere I was fascinated with.” he’s listening to your every word, looking so attentive “Well...I’m glad you came.” he softly adds, moving slightly closer to you “And I’m glad that we’re here on this bench right now.” you both lock eye contact, but are abruptly interrupted by a voice.

“Chanyeol! What are you doing? We have to go!” he turns to face the mysterious voice behind the bench “Baekhyun-ah! Why do we have to go?” you scratch your head, confused “We’ve got a fan meeting soon! We must get ready, dongsaeng.” Baekhyun then turns to you “Ah-I’m so sorry, excuse me for interrupting your time but I must take Chanyeol now.” “It’s okay, I understand, I’m (Y/N) by the way.” “I’m Baekhyun, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N)!” you return the polite greeting and excuse the sudden interruption, then you give Chanyeol your number “I’ll call you when I’m free, thank you for today.” they offer to give you a ride home and you get in the car as they drop you off at your apartment. As you hop out of the car, Chanyeol escorts you to your door “Thank you once more for today, (Y/N). I had a wonderful time.” he moves a strand of hair from your face and gazes into your eyes “I had a wonderful time too, oppa.” you say goodbye with a slight feeling of disappointment as you watch him leave, he waves to you and smiles the most gorgeous smile.

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Strolling the streets of Seoul

You have just moved to Seoul, the bustling, famous city of South Korea, so you decide to explore the streets for a while, just to get used to it. Rain begins to trickle from the misty sky, but you forgot your umbrella, so you let out a huff and try to protect yourself from the water hitting every inch of your clothes.

“And this is what we call spring...” your thoughts are interrupted by a deep, calm voice, “Do you need some help, miss?” he asks politely, moving to your side, as you try to get some words out, you manage a “Wi-with what?”, you turn to your right and there he is, Park Chanyeol. He just giggles, knowing that he startled you “Oh gosh, where are my manners? I apologize...it’s just I have an umbrella and you seemed to be agitated by the rain.” Your eyes widen, realizing that you just turned down a gorgeous, tall, caring idol “Ah-I’m sorry, thank you...you wouldn’t mind?” Chanyeol smiles and replies to your question with a shake of his head “Be my guest.”

Roaming around, you are still trying to get it in your head that Chanyeol is walking next to you. “So, what’s your name?” he unexpectedly questions “They call me (Y/N)...and you are Chanyeol” you rudely add, his eyes widen “Ah! You’re an EXO-L?” shoot, you’ve ruined it now “Mhm...I’m sorry for being so rude, I’ll go now.” you begin to leave the umbrella shelter, however Chanyeol protests “Hey! Come back, that doesn’t change anything.” you feel relieved and let out a sigh, to turn around and find him waiting for you “Are you coming back under or not? The Umbrella club membership invite doesn’t last forever!” he jokingly delivers a dorky line “Well, I can’t pass up that opportunity, can I?” you giggle and get back under the umbrella.