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[12:37pm] | k.sj

synopsis; You have a crappy roommate and you escape to your bff’s room for the night.

pairing; gamerbff!seokjin x bff!fem!reader

featuring; bffpartyboi!hoseok

rating; pg-15 | sfw

genres & warnings; college!au, established bffs, fluff! | some language, very brief non-descriptive make-out scene, indirect mention of sex, very brief mention of food & alcohol

word count; 1.6k | read on ao3

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Leo (@seung-scrittore) beta read this first fluff piece for me & is truly the best for…just everything.

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Twas the night before Halloween…and you had a chemistry midterm first thing in the morning. You'd told your roommate about it earlier that day. Maybe you hadn't outright stated it but you were pretty sure the message was clear; You need to sleep. Apparently, that whooshed right over her head.

Because it was now—you glanced over at the red light of your alarm clock on the desk next to your bed—12:37 in the damn morning. And there she was, sneaking another guy into the room, giggling not very quietly all the while. The dorm was on an automated timer to dim the hallway lights at night but, even then, the fluorescence streaming in from the open door hit your face and made you squint. Good, you didn't want to know what unlucky soul your roommate had tricked into her web now anyways.

Thankfully, she shut the door quickly but the giggles continued and smacking sounds from their clashing lips started as the couple's midnight rendezvous heated up. You rolled your eyes when you heard them plop down onto her bed, the springs creaking under their collective weight. Then...the rustling began and you started to hear things hitting the floor.

'Ooooohkay, time to bounce.' you thought.

But where? You supposed you could grab your pillow and comforter and go crash on the couch in the common room. Maybe make a quick bowl of ramen in the community microwave since you were already awake and you could feel and hear your stomach starting to grumble at the lack of food. Until another idea hit you.

You grabbed your cell phone from under your pillow, unlocked it, and tapped on your contacts. You scrolled until you got to the H's and tapped the one named "H&S:)". Quickly, so the light from your phone wouldn't give away that you were awake and listening to the couple's intimate moment, you began typing.

You [12:37am]: hey you up?

Just a couple seconds later, you received a reply.

H&S:) [12:37am]: when have i ever been asleep before 2?

You quietly huffed a laugh through your nostrils and typed back.

You [12:38am]: roomie is about to score. >.> again. can i come down?

H&S:) [12:38am]: score what? is she playing a game too?! what's she playing?!

You [12:38am]: …dummy, you know what i mean

Your two best friends from high school, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok, ended up at the same university as you and—luck of the draw—all three of you lived in the same building. The dorm was co-ed by floor. The first floor was the guys' floor and the second was the girls'. The lucky bastards were able to become roommates freshman year after each of their original ones either were jerks or ended up dropping out. You, however, were stuck with a perpetually revolving door of roommates for various dumb reasons. It unfortunately wasn't the first time you had to go downstairs to hide out in their room because of your new roommate's seemingly insatiable libido. Actually, this was about the third or fourth now; you honestly lost track. You groaned internally, knowing you had to tell the RA and fill out yet another room transfer request.

Another couple of seconds later, two responses were added underneath yours.

H&S:) [12:38am]: ugh gross. <.< yeah, hobi is at a partaaaaay so it'll just be us

H&S:) [12:38am]: bring drinks!

You grinned, locked your phone, and shoved it into the pocket of your sweatpants. Throwing off your comforter, you then hopped off your lofted bed. As soon as your feet hit the cold tile, you shivered and grabbed the green hoodie with a cute, fluffy, white alpaca named RJ on it that hung over the back of your desk chair and wrangled it over your head.

Once you'd pulled the soft cotton over your torso, you made your way over to the mini-fridge you and your roommate shared and flung open the door. Luckily, there was a small light inside so you could see what you were doing. Ignoring the surprised sound your roommate made at the sudden brightness, you shoved bottles of contraband soju aside and grabbed four cans of soda. You sat the cans on your desk and grabbed the backpack that was hung on the back of the door and tossed the cans into it.

Flinging the backpack over your shoulder, you were about to grab the door handle when a glint of something white to your left caught your eye. When you looked, you realized it was the mask you bought for a Halloween party the next night. It'd be tossed on your desk and gone forgotten until now. With a mischievous smirk, you grabbed the goalie mask. With all your might, you ripped open your door and slammed it shut behind you, hoping you ruined "the mood" for your inconsiderate roommate. It was passive-aggressive but hey, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

It only took you a minute to make your way down the stairs and to the door marked with the number three. You knocked on it gently so as not to wake up any sleeping neighbors, although—from the loud music and talking coming from one of the rooms down the hall—you assumed everyone was still awake. You heard Seokjin shout that he was in the middle of a match and to just come in. You slid the goalie mask over your face and turned the unlocked handle.

He was seated at his desk, his back to you and the door, furiously smashing the buttons on his keyboard.

"Hey, gimme one of those drinks! I'm so thirsty!" he whined. "I've been carrying this team for the whole match. Why is no one protecting this payload?!"

You grinned maniacally underneath your mask and stalked up behind him as he shouted at his monitor. Sensing your presence, Seokjin quickly glanced over his shoulder. He was lucky that it was the night before Halloween and everyone seemed to still be awake and partying. Because, if not, his scream would have woken up the entire building. You dropped to the floor, holding your stomach with one hand as you hollered in laughter, and pulling off your mask with the other.

"Fuck you! Why would you do that to me?! You know I scare easily!" he yelled.

You couldn't tell if Seokjin's face was getting red from embarrassment or from all the shouting without stopping to take a breath. All you knew was that you were starting to not be able to breathe with how much you were laughing.

"Aw, dammit! See what you did?!" he motioned to the screen with one hand even though you couldn't see it from your position half underneath the desk. "We lost the match and…yep, I got killed five times! Five !"

You managed to offer a sincere apology although you were still chuckling a bit. You let the strap of the backpack fall off your shoulder and caught it in the crook of your elbow. After unzipping it, you pulled out two sodas and sat one in front of Seokjin before plopping down on his bed and stretching out.

He spun around in his chair to face you, popped the tab on the can, and took a few gulps. You sighed heavily and rubbed your sore cheeks.

"Sorry about your roomie, that sucks," he said before pausing to burp. "Excuse me! Wanna play some Mario Kart?"

"Sure."

Seokjin rolled his chair back to his desk and grabbed two controllers from his drawer. He stood up and plopped down next to you on the bed. You sat up, pressed your back against the wall, and took the controller he held out to you. After pressing some buttons and starting a race, he scooted back on the bed so he was right next to you and threw a blanket across both of your laps.

"Oh, I keep forgetting to ask you—HA! Eat this!" Seokjin paused his sentence while he was busy throwing all the bananas in his arsenal at your poor Rosalina. "Why do you have me in your contacts as 'H&S?'"

"Head & Shoulders!"

You both looked at each other and he made a disgusted face before turning his gaze back to the screen.

"Like the dandruff shampoo?!"

Your laughter almost made you run off the side of Rainbow Road.

"No, dummy! Because you're a head taller than me and you have big ass shoulders!"

"Ahhhh!" he responded, nodding his head but keeping his eyes on the race. "Okay, I approve."

All the strategic drifting, bananas, and shell throwing was making you sleepy and your drooping head eventually landed on Seokjin's broad shoulder. After a few seconds, you felt a slight pressure on the top of your skull and hair that wasn't yours tickling your forehead.

"Hey, why do you keep running off the sides? Don't tell me the controller is broken!"

Your eyes were already closed, the end of his question sounding a little garbled in your ears, and you drifted off.

You didn't even notice when Seokjin leaned forward a little to see if you were still awake. Or when he shifted your body to the side and gently placed your head on his pillow. Or when he himself laid down beside you, draped a long arm over your waist, and nuzzled into your hair.

Or the carefully placed kiss on the back of your neck.

Or the whispered promise in your ear that he would finally confess his feelings for you tomorrow night—in your matching costumes—on your favorite holiday.

You weren't sure if it was a dream or not but you vaguely remembered glimpsing a grinning Hoseok in the doorway at some point. And some muffled words that sounded a lot like…

"About time!"

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Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff/comedy

Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.

Tags: comedy, possessiveness, namjoon is trying is best, high EQ sassy jimin, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, soft dom yoongi, jin & taehyung are little shits, jungkook is a brat, why is hobi scary, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot

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They kept showing up, the notes and squiggles, all over your arms and hands. Sometimes you woke up with “call noona” on your thigh. Other times more alarming things, like “Pay KSJ 5M or die,” appeared over your palm without warning.

For days, you’ve been watching the doodles come and go, increasingly convinced that they were manifestations of some sort of hex. Donghyuk hypothesized that you were a sleep-walking witch. Naeun argued that since you didn't sleep-walk, you were probably just a witch. Neither options were very appealing.

It took the universe a couple of days to unveil the answer.

“Next: a SNU research facility has proven that the supposedly random phenomenon of 'involuntary skin staining' is, in fact, limited between pairs of abnormally strong affinity. Those who have met their so-called ‘pen mates’ have been observed to enter romantic relationships almost instantly…”

“Oh,” You mumble, glancing from the dingy TV monitor hanging in the senior’s lounge and back to your hand, where a shy little “Hello :)” has introduced itself.

You blink.

This is weird.

At least it's not a hex.

You run your fingers over the word, debating the merits of engagement. Sure, there’s a non-negligible chance that your soulmate might turn out to be a sixty-two year old grandpa. But there's also a non-negligible chance that you'll finally meet the love of your life, probably an accomplished, organized, mature, high-functioning professional doctor or lawyer or architect, someone steady and normal like yourself.

You grab a pen and, inhaling sharply, write back, “Hey.”

The next word appears instantly, as if it had been waiting, neat and tidy and confident to hell and back. “Single?”

You squint, a bit suspicious. If this entire thing turns out to be some sort of elaborate hoax — not that your friends are above this level of stupidity —

“Yes,” you answer, with some determination. Then, because you really just need to know, “You?”

No response.

Nothing appears for the next hour.

Or the hour after that. Finally, when it’s 2AM and you’re beginning to pack up your mountain of textbooks, you catch your reflection on the glass window.

There is something under your collarbone. It’s a different sort of ink this time. Thick and bold, like someone took a whiteboard marker and went for it.

“Nice. Wanna meet?” has been crossed out and replaced with a sternly printed line of text, “Hi again. Our company needs to speak with you, ASAP.”

Nani the fuck.

You’re brushing your teeth the next morning when, as if on cue, “don’t answer but have a fun day, my soulmate!!” pops up on your left hand.

Moments later, another one appears inches below the first, “Hey. Remember to eat breakfast. Also please ignore this.”

“Hi again. No matter what, do not write on yourself today,” comes eventually, while you’re checking your emails.

You snort, derisive. This bullshit coming from the guy who demanded that you meet “our company” was pretty whack. One moment he's worried about your breakfast, the next he's acting like you owe him your life. How fucked in the head does he have to be to own this many types of pens anyways?

Obviously, you’re crushed that your only chance at love bombed like this. That said, at least you’d never have to meet him. With any luck, this “pen mate” phenomenon will die as mysteriously as it came, and you can each go on your merry ways, you and your crazy fucker of a soulmate.

“OK wait, listen. What if he’s the President of South Korea,” Naeun suggests, eyes glinting mischievously. Slouched behind the kitchen counter, she’s got her glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose, glowing blue with the backlight of her laptop. She’s been probably dying to share that thought, after you told her about the cryptic message last night. "Something's weird about that company reference," she had proposed, circling you like a vulture, "What if it's an entertainment company? What if, god forbid, it's Kang Dongwon?"

The TV’s on behind her, playing a live concert of that one boy group, whatever its name was—

“BTS” flashes across the screen in bold white letters.

“He could be a member of BTS and I wouldn’t give a flying shit,” you decide, gesticulating at the TV.

“Or would you?” Naeun counters, leaning closer with a twinkle in her eye. “There are tons of girls writing their names all over their bodies out there, hoping a Jungkook or Taehyung will get it. It’s trending on Twitter, you know.”

You groan, dumping lukewarm coffee into your mug. Half of it splashes out onto the counter, so you dab at it roughly with your hoodie sleeve. Naeun scrunches her nose at the sight, and you can only shrug in response. “And why would anyone wish for a celebrity fuckboy to be their soulmate?”

“Well let’s see,” She says, then pulls you closer. She grabs the pen off of her scratchpad and, with superhuman strength, presses you in place as she—

You scream, pawing at her, “WHAT ARE YOU—“

“A smiley,” Naeun announces, pleased with herself.

You’re just about to wrestle her off when she freezes. The pen rolls out of her hand. She drops you, too. Just lets you tumble right over her laptop like a sack of rocks.

“Holy fuck,” You swear, scrambling to hold yourself up, “What is your prob—“

“Wait,” She says, eyes wide open, jabbing at the TV with a shaky finger.

The blonde guy on the screen has suddenly sprouted an oddly shaped mole on his face.

Except it’s not a mole.

You dash to the bathroom, jaw snapping open in abject horror as you turn to face the mirror.

No, it’s not a mole.

It’s the half-complete smiley that Naeun drew.

An exact replica of yours.

You’re so beyond yourself you don’t even remember how to breathe.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, when you finally stumble back out in a dazed panic, “Oh my god, dude.”

“Dude?” You echo stupidly, the utter symbol of human intelligence.

“They all have it,” She whispers loudly, twisting you around and nearly shoving your face into the monitor. “(Y/N), do you understand me? They all have it.”

You blink, watching the camera pan over each face on stage like a life-and-death game of bingo.

No.

No.

“Why are you drawing on your face? Who's bullying you? Write X if you need help.”

“I was thinking about having six kids. Five boys and a girl. You?”

“Hey, what's your Starbucks order? Where do you live? Can I get your number?”

“Hi again. Sorry, did you not get the message about not writing anywhere today?”

There are long lines of comments and demands scribbled over your arm, which you quickly hide under the sleeve of your hoodie.

It hasn't been an hour after the live, but a single google search for “BTS soulmate” already yields a good half million results. Thousands of image caps of Naeun’s intercepted work of art are smeared festively over the internet. Your exam is in ten minutes. And you have a new thing on your hand that says, rather threateningly, “Our lawyer wants to talk about options.”

You swallow thickly and stuff your hand in your pocket as the professor hands you the exam paper, one eyebrow arched in concern. “You OK, (Y/N)? Looking a little pale today.”

You wipe at the sweat on your forehead and make your best attempt at a friendly nod. Which is apparently enough to send him on his way.

When you pull your hand out of your pocket, the text has changed to, “Will you tell us your name?”

So you take your pen and write, carefully, as if you'd be sued for anything subpar, "(Y/N)".

“I’m Jimin,” quickly appears.

Which is almost instantaneously overwritten by “Taehyung,” and then replaced with “Did you have a good day? From JungkSEOKJIN.”

After a pause, that neat “our company” handwriting resurfaces: “Hi again. I’m RM. I'm sure you're busy, and I'm not sure if you've seen the news. Will you take some time to meet with us, please? No lawyers.”

“Don't be scared,” says another line under that, with an emphatic, “:)”

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Hi! I hope you're taking requests and are doing well! Can I get a reaction to BTS hearing you giggle in your sleep then you wake up giggling/laughing softly and then when you look at them you tell them "I had the funniest dream ever, I woke up by own laugh" this literally just happened and I can't help but to wonder

He catches you giggling in your sleep ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: AHHH this happens to me so often and my mum has a few recordings of me on her phone where I'm simply laughing in my sleep lol

Kim Namjoon:

Eyes widening in surprise, Namjoon placed his book down and bent over to see you quietly laughing into your hand.

"You awake?" He smiled fondly when you turned around to face him. Your eyes were red and swollen from the sleep that you had just woken up from, a sheepish look on your face when you nodded.

"You won't believe what I dreamt of," you spoke with wonder in your eyes, immediately sitting up and moving to fit between him and the couch. "I woke myself up because of my own laugh."

"What did you dream of?" Namjoon chuckled at the way you still couldn't stop giggling, gently brushing away some hair that was stuck to the side of your face.

"I dreamt of Yoongi in the 'That That' music video - that scene where he flies in? I guess I was watching from somewhere when you suddenly appeared and started doing the dance yourself," you laughed humorously, raising two hands in the shape of guns so as to imitate how you had seen him in your dream.

"Oh really?" Najoon guffawed at your description. "Was it so funny?"

"I mean," you sniffed, "you were trying really hard with those hip thrusts."

"Sweet Lord," Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I don't know where you get such dreams from."

"I'm known for my wild imagination," you giggled softly, snuggling into the warmth of his embrace which he easily pulled you into.

"Your imagination better be about me only."

"You're the only reason why I wake up from my dreams, bubba." You assured him with a kiss on his hand.

"You're even better in real life than you are in my dreams."

Kim Seokjin:

Just when Jin was about to pop another sour candy into his mouth, your giggle caught his attention. He briefly looked over at you who were sitting in the passenger seat with your head against the window, the softest smile on your face.

Jin laughed to himself when he realized you must be dreaming about something funny, looking back at the road and continuing to munch on his candy with an enamored smirk on his face.

Your giggle somehow woke you up, turning to face Jin with an embarrassed laugh and sleep in your eyes.

"Shit, did you see that?"

"Sure did, babe." He offered you an orange strip of candy.

"I woke up by my own laugh," you mumbled in embarrassment, chuckling along with Jin nonetheless. Jin pulled his sunglasses back down onto the bridge of his nose, briefly looking into the rearview mirror before turning back to face you.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah," you nodded lightly. "My neck hurts though."

"You were in a weird position," Jin pointed to the window. "But you seemed to be having good dreams, no?"

"Right," you chuckled, not knowing how to explain the dream to him.

"It was so funny, I remember laughing so hard in my dream and the next thing I know, I'm laughing loud enough to wake up by it."

Jin nodded knowingly with a grin on his face. "I've experienced that a few times too."

"It's embarrassing that you saw me, though."

"Don't be embarrassed. You looked as cute as ever, a bonus point for me. I love hearing you laugh, my stomach...I don't know. Something topples and turns in there when you laugh."

"Must you still flirt with me after all these years we've been together?"

"You'll be saying this on the day you turn sixty too, wait and watch."

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi sniffled in his sleep, feet stretching and toes curling with a little squeak that came from him. His arms rose about his head, absentmindedly scratching his scalp when a little laugh floated towards him.

Yoongi immediately turned over onto his stomach and covered his face, thinking you were up to mischief and recording videos of his face, but then you fell absolutely silent.

Peaking out from the safety of his pillow, Yoongi looked at you lying on your stomach as well, both palms lying flat on the mattress and a little smile on your mouth. Yoongi looked puzzled, raising his head higher to take a better look at you when you suddenly began to chuckle to yourself in your sleep.

Pursing his lips into a tight line to hold back his own laugh, Yoongi raised himself up onto his elbow and rested his head on his hand, looking at you sleeping beside him. He laughed silently when you were laughing and when your eyes suddenly opened and stared off into the distance, Yoongi fell back against the bed and began cackling like a wild goose, clutching onto his stomach which was hurting from how hard he was laughing.

"I had the funniest dream ever," you covered your face in embarrassment, your shoulders trembling with the giggles that you were trying to hide.

"I could clearly see," Yoongi sighed loudly after calming down from his laughing fit. "Damn, you looked possessed."

"Gee, thanks Yoongi. You don't even want to know how you looked in my dream."

"Oh, you were dreaming about me?" Yoongi looked over cautiously. "What was it about?"

"I'll save that for a time I'm in the mood to annoy you."

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok rushed for his phone with just a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his wet hair onto the floor, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to record you laughing in your sleep.

Opening the camera on his phone, Hoseok took a few pictures before he began to record you curled up into a ball, your fingers clutching the pillow as you began to laugh lightly, still in your sleep.

Tiny giggles left Hoseok's mouth, stretching his leg onto the bed and balancing on his knee to get a better view.

"Aigo, look at this cutie," Hoseok cooed in a whisper behind the camera, wanting to pinch your cheeks but also not wanting to wake you up. A few seconds later, you woke up mid-laughter, looking across at Hoseok who immediately lowered the camera, not wanting you to catch him recording you.

"Hobi," you caught his arm and began to laugh even harder, eyes scrunching shut at something you'd seen in your dream.

"What did you see?" Hoseok wondered with a bright grin, swooping some of his hair that was falling into his eyes back over his head. "You were laughing so hard."

"You-" you couldn't get out any words, clutching your stomach and yelping in pain, "Ah!"

"What, what? What did you dream of?"

"You came home with a mask and showed me- oh gosh, I'll never forget the look on your face! You said the stylist messed up your look and suddenly you had a mustache only on one side of your face!"

Hoseok almost snorted, totally imagining the scenario in his head before sitting on the bed, shrieking at how weird he must've looked in your dream.

"What the heck!"

"It was so funny, Hobi! I literally woke up laughing and you were right there! I thought you were so embarrassed that you shaved off the rest of your mustache too!"

"I don't even have a mustache, (Y/n)," he deadpanned, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at you before leaping forward and crushing you in a hug.

"You think I look too funny, huh? Come, let me tickle you and make you laugh some more!"

"AH!"

Park Jimin:

Jimin lay in bed beside you with nothing but a pair of shorts, his phone in his hand, scrolling through the internet and waiting for Taehyung to come online so that they could play together.

Mindlessly liking a few posts, Jimin sighed, utterly bored and hungry. He placed his phone down on the bed and turned to face you, a little smile immediately tugging at his lips.

You were laying on your back, face turned towards him and a pillow in between your legs, a lopsided grin stretching the side of your mouth.

Your eyebrows faintly rose, before you moved towards him completely, pulling your knees higher up and giggling lightly. Jimin was fascinated, to say the least, holding in his laughter for as long as he could until a hand reached up to cover your mouth.

"Oh my god," you laughed to yourself, shrinking further into a ball and covering your face. "That was the funniest dream ever!"

"Yeah?" Jimin chuckled at your reaction. "What was it?"

Instead of responding, you turned onto your back and began to laugh again, deflating into a sigh and staring at the ceiling above you.

"Did I really just laugh out loud?"

"You did." Jimin couldn't help but chortle at the look of realization on your face, his shoulders bouncing with every laugh that bubbled out of him.

"I'm embarrassed now," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head ever so slightly. "I didn't know I'd end up laughing in real life too."

"What was the dream about?"

You slammed a pillow right over your face.

"I'll tell you when I'm done being embarrassed."

Kim Taehyung:

"Aye," Taehyung whispered gently to get Yeontan to stay still in his arms. "Don't move bubba, I might hurt you."

Taehyung delicately held his paw within his grip, spreading his toes and applying some of the antiseptic cream onto the inflamed skin.

Both Yeontan and Taehyung turned towards the couch when your giggle floated towards them. Before Taehyung could react, Yeontan leaped out of his arms, running across towards you and standing up against the couch thinking you were awake and ready to play with him.

Taehyung soon followed, covering the short distance by crawling over and smiling fondly down at you who were holding the cushion against your chest, a light grin playing at your lips. Taehyung wanted to pull Yeontan back when he saw the little one attempting to jump on top of the couch and onto you, but when you began to laugh gently in your sleep, Taehyung paused and simply stared at you, thoroughly enamored.

Your eyes opened within a few seconds, jerking back in surprise when you spotted Yeontan not even a few inches away from your face. Taehyung began to laugh at your reaction, placing an assuring hand over your thigh when you jumped up.

"It's funny that I was dreaming about Yeontan and he was right there when I woke up," you murmured lazily, looking at Taehyung with a small grin. "Hi!"

"Hi, bubba." Taehyung touched the side of your face gently. "Had a good nap?"

"Oh, I did," you giggled, picking Yeontan up who just never seemed to get tired. "When did you get home?"

"About an hour ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you pouted.

"I love watching you sleep," Taehyung smirked, squeezing your cheeks and giving you a little kiss. "You looked so cute laughing in your sleep. I bet you were dreaming about me."

"I just told you I was dreaming about Yeontan. He's more important to me," you teased.

"I'm going to pretend you never said that."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Oh shit," Jungkook gasped under his breath when another intense scene played on the TV, his eyes wide and focused, hands clenched into fists at the tension. "He's behind you, idiot!"

Jungkook briefly turned and placed a hand over your ear in fear that the sound of the TV would wake you up, frowning in concentration and looking back at the screen when the main character suddenly turned but the ghost disappeared.

Jungkook almost felt the hair on his arms stand when he heard a giggle, and he could've sworn it was from the TV, but soon the sound increased and your face began to shake lightly under his palm.

He looked down at you whose face was snuggled into his thigh, shoulders shaking a little and half of your lopsided grin on display. Your eyes opened not even a moment later, staring blankly at nothing before continuing to laugh at something you probably must've seen in your dream.

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grinned down at you when you turned to look at him. You waved sleepily, little giggles still pouring out of you.

"I had the funniest dream ever, I was laughing so much and I guess I woke up by my own laugh."

"Oh really?" Jungkook smiled, running his thumb along your eyebrow. "Wanna tell me about it?"

"No," you shook your head, kissing the inside of his palm before turning over and pulling another pillow closer to your chest.

"I want to finish that dream and see who gets the orange in the bucket."

"What?" Jungkook laughed in confusion, bending over and laying half of his body over yours. "What orange?"

"The ones near the apples, Jungkook," you mumbled stupidly as if the was the most obvious thing in the world. "You made them dance on those horses, no?"

"Sleep," Jungkook giggled, shaking his head and patting your back. "You're making no sense."

"No, you're holding them. Give them to me so that I can sleep."

"Okay, baby."

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Erasers

Pairing: Jin x female reader Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU Words: 1,644 Warnings: minor swearing

Summary: You never thought to contact your soulmate through the erasers you always lose until you lose something extremely important and irreplaceable.

You find yourself in this predicament almost every day; rummaging through your bag, trying to find the thing you need in this particular project. You give up trying to find it in five minutes, sighing in frustration before turning to the person sitting next to you.

“Hey, Amy?”

Your friend hums, looking up from her manuscript and giving you a tired smile while adjusting the glasses perched upon her nose, “what’s up?”

“Do you have a spare eraser I can use?”

“Yeah, I do,” she laughs as she opens her pencil case and searches through it, “how many erasers does your soulmate have now?”

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You Are In Love

-Pairing: Jin x reader

-Words: 1k

-Rating/genre: All the fluff, SFW, friends to lovers

-Author's Note: This is a prequel to A Sky Full of Stars, and is a request from the one and only @hyungieyoongi! It's based off of Taylor Swift's song You Are In Love. I hope you like it, it kind of surprised me while I was writing it!

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It happened all at once and slowly at the same time, you supposed.

It wasn’t like you set out to fall in love with the lanky, too-pretty-for-his-own good man laying beside you in bed, it just kind of…happened.

You fidget agitatedly with your jacket buttons-you’re not sure why you agreed to come out dancing with your friends, exactly. You had just been broken up with two weeks prior, and you were in no kind of headspace to be entertaining the thought of dating anyone else. Your friends had insisted that you come to the club with them to meet up with Jungkook, who was a friend of a friend. He was nice enough, and once you got to talking, you realized that he was actually the guy that your parents had been trying to set you up with for years. He asked you to dance, and you enjoyed yourself, but your heart wasn’t really in it.

As you continue to twist the button on your jacket, it suddenly breaks off.

“Ugh, I’m over this!” you sigh, leaning back into the booth you’d snuck off into and closing your eyes against the pounding music.

“Hi over this, I’m Seokjin.” You open your eyes to find a handsome stranger sitting across from you in the booth, and you can’t help letting out a scoff at his dad joke.

“Did I ask for your commentary?” You narrow your eyes suspiciously, hoping your callous tone will chase him away.

…it doesn’t. Instead, he leans in closer to you, handing you the button that had escaped you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a creeper, I’m one of Jungkook’s friends. I know we’re all trying to set you up with him, but it doesn’t quite seem like you’re having a good time. Wanna get out of here?”

He stretches his hand out toward you, hope clearly shining in his eyes. Against your better judgment, you meet his hand with your own and follow him out of the club…anything to get away from the pounding music and bright lights, you suppose.

Turns out Seokjin goes by Jin, and he offers to take you to coffee. At midnight. Not the strangest thing you’d ever done, but the caffeine keeps the both of you up till 4am chatting. It feels like you’ve known each other forever.

You brush an errant hair out of Jin’s face as he slumbers beside you. It’s not fair how he’s so good looking, even with his mouth hanging open, occasional snores escaping him. At your touch, he smiles softly in his sleep and draws himself closer to you. You remember the first time you stayed over at his place, and a matching smile makes its way across your face.

“It’s so late, just stay,” he whines petulantly, a pout emphasizing his large lips. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him, and he instead wraps his long arms around your waist and pulls you into himself.

“My bed has plenty of room, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. You know you want to cuddle with me, I am a world champion cuddler,” he wheedles, peppering your face with light kisses as if to emphasize his point.

“Okay, okay!” you exclaim, pushing him off of you and standing up from the couch where you had been watching a movie. As you begin walking towards the bedroom, you let out a yelp of surprise when you are lifted off the ground into Jin’s arms. He pays no mind to your protests, only setting you down once you’ve reached the bathroom and he places you gingerly on the counter. He leans down to rummage through a cabinet, only reappearing once he has a bright pink toothbrush in hand.

“For you, m’lady.” He grins as you take the toothbrush.

“Seokjin, how long have you had this?”

“A month or so…I knew you’d say yes eventually.” You smack him lightly on the shoulder, and he grasps it as though he’s been mortally wounded and you giggle.

“Well…thank you. It’s very thoughtful.” You lean forward and land a peck on his lips.

“Hold that thought!” he exclaims, disappearing into his room. He reappears moments later, giant t-shirt in hand. “Pajamas,” he says, handing you the garment. You smile, shooing him out of the bathroom so you can change.

You slide into the sheets next to him thirty minutes later, and he immediately sidles up to you, throwing his arm across your torso and entangling your legs together.

“Thanks for the shirt,” you murmur into the crown of his head.

“Keep it,” he replies. “It looks better on you than me anyway.”

You both fall asleep shortly after, tired from the long day and wrapped in the warmth of each other and connection you share.

You smile recalling that night and the morning that followed. The breakfast he promised you? Burnt toast. Though you were happy to report that his breakfasts had steadily improved in quality over the past year, and you had collected several more of his t-shirts as pajamas.

Though you had initially never planned to fall for the incredibly goofy man beside you, you’re glad that you did. He helped you heal from your broken heart and rebuild yourself to be an even stronger version of yourself, all while making you laugh and being your biggest cheerleader. Even through fights and bad days, you couldn’t have chosen a better partner.

Jin stirs beside you again, this time his eyes fluttering open.

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, your hand gently cupping his cheek.

“Hi, beautiful,” he responds without missing a beat, turning to kiss your palm. He looks pensive as his eyes find yours again, his arms pulling you closer to him, his hands running softly over the ghost of a bump forming under his shirt that you’re wearing.

“What is it?”

“You know how they say you should marry your best friend?” he asks, kissing your shoulder as he continues caressing your stomach.

You nod and swallow thickly.

“You’re my best friend,” Jin states simply, leaning forward to kiss you-at first softly, then with more pressure and insistence.

He draws back to look at you, eyes warm and full of adoration.

“Marry me.”

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hello my lovies, happy wednesday! i hope you guys are having a great week, but if not…i’m here to provide you with some seokjin mega fluff. it’s got little actual plot to follow along with - however, i think it’s sweet, so hopefully you guys like it!

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Coughing as smoke billowed up off the pan, you tossed the lid to the side, eyes burning as you blinked them through the hot air of the oven space. 

“Shit.” You cursed as the fire alarm began beeping above your head, reaching for the dishtowel on your kitchen counter and, in a panic, jumping up to bat at the alarm in a desperate attempt to silence it. 

This was not how you wanted tonight to go. 

All you wanted was to make a nice meal for Seokjin to come home to. It was your anniversary, after all, and he’d been working all damn day. 

You already felt bad enough that your dinners were either takeout or something your boyfriend could whip up after work, since your inability to cook was absolutely hazardous to the building and the people in it, as Seokjin had lovingly informed you after you tried to cook the last time he wasn’t home. 

But even trying your hardest wasn’t enough, which was evident by the smoke exuding from the pot you’d desperately thrown into the sink to put cool water in, the blaring of the smoke alarms in your apartment, and the panicked “what the hell?” coming from your boyfriend as he walked through the front door.

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Jin loved to shop, but the whole thing sort of stressed you out. He tried to make it fun for you, tried to pick out cute things for you to try on or ask your opinion on different things, and you adored him for it, but you still felt exhausted.

“Okay,” he says, pinching your elbow as you stop on the sidewalk, “I promise this will be the last store, okay?” he tells you. “And then we can go home and lay in bed for as long as you want.”

You smile at him, love him for trying to make this less difficult for you. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “But I think I’m just gonna wait on that bench,” you say, pointing to one not too far away. “I just want the air.”

“That’s fine,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll try to be quick, I promise. Call me if you need anything?”

You nod back at him, squeezing his hand before releasing it to head over to your seat. Luckily, you know that if Jin says he’ll be quick, he means it. And after a day of shopping, he’s just as tired as you are. So, you trust that it won’t take long, so you don’t bother pulling your phone out to keep you entertained, just tuck your legs underneath you on the bench and watch the people go by for a few minutes, watch the birds pick at food and other small animals climb up the trees of the shopping center.

Jin stays true to his word, back to find you less them fifteen minutes later, a cheesy smile covering his features.

“How’d it go?” you ask, pointing to the bag in his hand as you stand up from your seat.

“Babe,” he says, “look at this.” He places the bag down on the bench, pulling out two identical t-shirts, each with the new logo of the store that you had mentioned you liked. “I got us matching shirts!”

You laugh, pulling the smaller one from him and holding it against your torso. “How’s it look?” you tease, smiling up at him.

“So cute,” he tells you with a grin. “I love them. Aren’t they cute?”

“They’re so cute, baby,” you tell him, folding your t-shirt and placing it back into the bag in his hand. “Now everyone can know that we’re that couple.”