hello!! i read your colors yoongi fic about a year back and it inspired me a lot :) i was wondering if you’d allow me to make a short film out of it? thank u so much!
that sounds so amazing, of course you can!! i’d love to see it when you finish it, if that’s possible! ❤️
summary: a not-so-meet-cute turns into something unexpected. tattoo-artist!changbin + badboy!au
a/n: this is my first scenario that i’ve written using bulletpoints?? and ya i know it’s cliche or whatever but i couldn’t help myself. let me know what you think!! this is also my first stray kids content for this blog so yay :’))
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!!! first off, looks
changbin 100% has a eyebrow piercing, a hoop to be exact (as well as the little shaved eyebrow design ofc)
also has his right ear pierced up the side, including a industrial piercing
his left ear just has a double piercing
has! sleeves!
with both badass tattoos and completely random ones
also has a few small ones on his fingers
always has his nails painted black and adorns sooo many silver and black rings on his fingers
sometimes wears a lil eyeshadow/eyeliner and it looks SO GOOD
wears SO much black
“i love dark”
consistently wears his black doc martens along with black ((sometimes ripped)) skinny jeans
prefers a black bomber jacket over a leather jacket
resting bitch face 24/7
the way you two meet isn't...ideal
you and a group of friends went out for someone’s birthday
you got a little more drunk than you intended
you all were walking home together, giggling and flailing about as you talked about the most random things
at one point, you began to walk backwards to tell a story to everyone, adding exaggerated arm movements
you weren’t paying any attention and backed right into a parked motorcycle, knocking it over
you and your friends gasped in shock as you noticed you broke one of the mirrors
“YA! what the fuck?” a deep voice shouted
you instantly froze, fearing a large, burly man was heading towards you
instead, you saw a boy around your age, decked out in all black and sporting a pissed off face. a cigarette hung from his lips and you realized he witnessed the whole thing during his smoke break
“uh...” you mumbled, then hiccuped
changbin was fuming. his motorcycle was his most prized possession and he had saved up years at his tattooing job to be able to afford it
“what the hell were you doing??”
your mind was muddled as you glanced between the boy and his bike. you didn’t mean to knock it over, and you weren’t sure how to fix it or calm the boy down in your state
“i-i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying atten-”
“damn right you weren’t!! do you know how expensive it’ll be to fix this?”
at that moment, you couldn’t help but to begin to cry
it was all too much for you to take in while being intoxicated
fuck, changbin thought. in his anger, he hadn’t noticed that you obviously weren’t in the right state of mind
he looked over you: cute flushed cheeks from the alcohol, eyes opened wide with an innocent look, and an adorable pout on your lips
he didn’t understand why his heart suddenly skipped a beat
suddenly he wasn’t quite as mad
“h-here. call me tomorrow so i can...be of more help.” you quickly scribbled your number on a gum wrapper from your bag and handed it over with your shaking hands
your friends grabbed your elbow and begin to pull you away from the scary boy, trying to calm you down
changbin looked down at the wrapper in his hands, seeing both your number and a name
“y/n...” he whispered, taking another look at you as you faded into the distance
the next day, you woke up with a groan as you instantly remembered the night before
how were you going to pay for the damages?? you most likely did more to harm the bike than a broken mirror and you were a broke af college student
you waited around anxiously for the boy from last night to contact you somehow
when finally, while you were making yourself lunch, you heard your phone ring
the number wasn’t saved in your phone so you assumed it had to be him
“hello?” you answered
“uh, hey, is this y/n??”
“yeah and before you say anything i just want to say i’m so sorry and i didn’t mean to knock over your motorcycle i was just really drunk and-”
“hey, hey, calm down. i’m not mad. i know i’ve done a lot worse while i’ve been drunk so it’s not fair for me to be pissed at you.”
“r-really? but i still wanna pay you back, but i’m currently in college and broke so like maybe we can make a payment plan or-”
“you’re rambling again, sweetheart.”
you felt your heart still. sweetheart? i damage his belongings and he calls me a pet name?
“oh, uh, i’m sorry???”
the boy lets out a chuckle and you swear you can hear a smirk. “i have another idea on how you can pay me back. meet me at Darkstar Ink at 5, okay? ask for changbin.”
with that he hung up
you were shook™
you almost didn’t want to go...but then again you were the one who caused the problem...and he asked you to go to a public place- albeit a tattoo parlor- so it couldn’t be that dangerous, right?
you decided to go
at 5pm you showed up at the parlor. you nervously wrapped your arms around your body as you approached the front desk
a boy- a rather cute one- with fluffy blonde hair and nice eyes greeted you
“uh hi i’m looking for...changbin?”
the boy at the front desk looked you over before jerking his head back in the direction of the
“he’s at the last station on the left”
you thanked him and hesitantly walked into the tattooing area. it was neat and tidy, but the colors in the room were a menacing mix of red and black and loud angsty punk music surrounded you. though, there were framed pictures of beautiful, detailed artwork covering the walls
while you were observing, you didn’t notice changbin was staring right at you
he didn’t let himself smile, but there was an odd sense of happiness taking home in his chest
“cool place, huh?” he said suddenly
you jumped and locked eyes with the boy. in your drunk state, you hadn’t realized how fucking cute he was
he was only wearing a pair of ripped denim jeans and a black t-shirt, but somehow he looked godly. and those biceps-
“are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or...?”
you blushed and hurriedly looked down at your feet. “so-so how can i pay you back?”
changbin smirked
“i have a few ideas. but you’ll have to come with me.”
your eyes instantly widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but someone interrupted you
“damn changbin, are you trying to get a restraining order? that sounded creepy as HELL bro!” the boy from the front desk yelled
“shut UP jisung, you don’t know anything!!!” changbin turned back to you. you notice his cheeks are slightly pink. “i wasn’t trying to be creepy. i just meant...uh i thought we could hang out or something.”
you were somehow more shocked at this than his previous statement
“you want to hang out...with me?”
“that’s what i said.”
you couldn’t really say no
you did break his motorcycle and he wasn’t demanding a large sum of cash...just your presence
“o-okay. what do you want to do?”
changbin didn’t answer, just smirked and pulled on a black bomber jacket. he began to walk out of the parlor so you took that as a cue to follow him
“rude...” you mumbled under your breath
he lead you to what started this mess: his motorcycle
he pushed a helmet into your hands. “hop on.”
your jaw dropped
“i am NOT riding on this death machine!!”
changbin raised an eyebrow
“you owe me remember? how can you already be saying no?”
you scrunched your nose up and gave him a glare
but you put on the helmet
you followed changbin’s lead as he swung his leg over the seat
you sat behind him, pressed closer to his back than you were expecting
“all you gotta do is lean when i lean. and hold on tight.”
the last comment brought heat to your cheeks. hold onto him?? wrap your arms around his stomach??
you weren’t going to listen...but then he began to drive
your arms were around him in lightning speed
changbin chuckled
you were too!! cute!!
you couldn’t pay much attention to where you were going, as you had your eyes squeezed shut and all you could hear was your pounding heart
eventually though, changbin brought the bike to a stop and turned it off
you finally opened your eyes and looked around
it was...an abandoned factory building
“before you say anything, i promise this situation isn’t as creepy as it seems”
“...also you can let go of my waist now”
you hurriedly unwrap yourself and get off of the bike
“why should i believe you? we just met”
changbin smirked and shrugged
“guess you’ll just have to trust me, love”
your face reddened at his comment and you quickly turned your face away to hide the fact that his words affected you so much
you began to weigh your options:
1. start running in a direction and don’t stop until you’re far away
2. go with this super attractive bad boy into a creepy abandoned building
you decide to go with the latter (considering you didn’t know where the fuck you even were)
“uh, are you coming?”
you snap out of your stupor and see that changbin has already scaled the fence and made it to the other side
you mutter under your breath. “i guess i don’t have a choice”
you approach the fence and begin to climb up it to the best of your ability
but let’s just say...you weren’t the most graceful
you made it to the other side of the fence, but as you were climbing down, your foot slipped from a hole in the fence and you lost your grip
then you feel an arm around your waist steadying you
you look to your left and see that changbin had climbed the fence again...to help you
you wanted to say something, but all you felt was the burning on your back where he was touching you
focus, y/n, focus!, you order yourself
“t-thanks”
changbin doesn't reply, instead begins to help you descend the rest of the fence
when you’re finally on the ground again- hallelujah- he begins to lead you into a secret entryway to the building
when you enter, you’re immediately taken by surprise
it looks...nice
string lights hang across the ceiling and walls, and random pieces of well used- but comfortable looking- furniture sits around a large area rug
the walls are covered in posters of musicians, works of art, and even a few picture frames
there’s even a refrigerator
changbin is amused by your reaction
“this is where my friend’s and i hang out. we found it a year ago and just decided to make it ours”
“how did you even find it?”
changbin cocks his head to the left
“follow me and i’ll show you”
you’re like ?? okay ?? but follow him anyway
he leads you to a room that is completely dark, until he reaches down and plugs in a cord
suddenly the room is lit by a neon blue hue, immediately illuminating the intricate graffiti canvasing the walls
“whoa” you look around in amazement. huge detailed pictures cover the wall completely, some overlapping others. they’re so vibrant and awe-inspiring that you can’t look away
“my friends and i had this thing where we wanted to graffiti every abandoned building in town. this was one of the lasts on the list, and we saw the potential for it to be a place where we could hang out and do our art whenever we wanted.”
“which ones have you done?” you ask. you see a sword piercing through the eye of a skeleton and you assume that had to be his work
you see him scratch the back of his neck and gesture to the image of a young girl holding her fist into the air with a determined look on her face
you were surprised but still impressed
“you’re so talented.” you run a finger over the girl’s cheek. “what made you begin doing...this?”
changbin shrugs. “i’ve always been into art. but i really didn’t like the typical drawing on paper and painting on canvas shit. mediums like tattooing and graffiti really made me excited. so, i just started doing it.”
you hummed, but you still couldn’t take your eyes away from the images on the walls. changbin notices and can’t help but smile
“want to try?”
you tear your gaze away and see changbin reaching down to grab a random can of spray paint
“oh, i’m not any type of artist or anything. i’d just ruin-”
he cuts you off. “art that is added to these walls never ruins it. it just makes it more interesting.” he stares at you seriously. “we never use words like that to describe what we create.”
you give him a look, but he only thrusts the spray paint into your hand. it’s red, you notice.
changbin gently takes your elbow into his grasp and leads you to a section with an awesome looking bright purple octopus that wraps around the wall
“go ahead” he instructs
“no way, i’m not going to cover this up. i’d just ru-”
“what did i just tell you about saying that word? it’s forbidden. plus, it’s old work of mine. i don’t give a shit if you cover it up. hell, i covered up my friend chan’s work with it. that’s just how it works.”
you sigh. “fine.”
you hold up the can of spray paint to the wall and press down on the nozzle. instantly, a stream of red paint makes a dripping, wet blob on the octopus’ forehead.
you watch the paint stream down. “uh...i don’t really know how to use this.”
changbin snorts. “i can tell. let me help.”
suddenly, he’s pressed against you, his hand encompassing yours over the can. you swear your heart stops for a moment once you feel him against you. why does this boy, practically a stranger, make you feel this way??
you don’t notice, but changbin is also internally freaking out
first of all,,, he never shows anyone this place. he goes on dates with plenty of people but never has he had the urge to bring anyone here. until he met you
second of all,,, how in the world can someone be so cute?? he adores the little nose scrunch you do- and don’t even notice-, the way you knit your eyebrows together when you disagree with something he says, and don’t even get him started with how you stare at him when you think he’s not looking. it makes him so self-conscious
and he’s never self-conscious
“okay, so first things first: don’t press all the way down on the nozzle. it releases too much paint. you want to do it with caution, like this.”
changbin holds his finger over yours and presses down, making a nice, non-dripping line of paint
you “ohh” softly as he guides you through a few more strokes
“c-can we make a rose?” you ask, looking up at him with- unknowingly- the cutest damn puppy-dog eyes changbin’s ever seen
which flusters him
he swallows roughly before nodding, “yeah, yeah sure.”
so he guides your hand- trying to focus on the rose but really thinking about how soft your skin is- until a beautiful, somehow realistic rose is blooming against the concrete wall
“oh wow, this is incredible,” you gasp, eyes wide
then you notice you two are still touching and blush
changbin- reluctantly- lets go of your hand with a cough
there’s an awkward tension surrounding you two but he doesn’t want this moment to pass
so he says the first thing that comes to his mind-
“got some paint on your finger,” he says
you suddenly remember that you weren’t dreaming that a cute boy just practically held your hand and you startle a little before glancing at your hand
the tip of your index finger is stained with the red paint
you look at his hand and point. “well so do you”
changbin doesn’t take a moment to look down but instead holds up his finger in front of you
pure instinct leads you to press your equally as red fingertip against his
suddenly you’re aware of every nerve in your body
and they’re all yearning for him
this simple action brought you an overwhelming feeling of intimacy and you feel it becoming harder to catch a breath
his gaze is so,,,intense. nobody has ever looked at you the way he did and that both scares and excites you
“can...can i kiss you?” changbin whispers
you can’t seem to find your voice, so you nod as you feel your heart pounding against your chest
then you feel his hands on both sides of your face, pulling your lips to his
he tasted like mint and smelled like a mix of tobacco and soap and oh my god you could get drunk on him
he is so delicate with you
his kisses are gentle, alternating between sweet open mouth kisses to him softly sucking on your lower lip
he strokes your cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs while you curl your fingers around the hair at the nape of his neck
you don’t even notice that you press your body against his until changbin’s breath hitches and he moves one hand down and hooks his finger through your belt loop, pulling you even closer
you unconsciously let out small moans
the sound sets changbin on fire
he knew he had to pull away before things got out of hand...
but he was so intoxicated by you
he never wanted to stop
when you two finally pull away, your lips are red and his hair is sticking up in random tufts
you two do nothing but drink up each other’s image as you try and catch your breath
“wow” you finally whispered
“you’re...amazing.” the feeling of warmth and adoration is new for changbin
but as long as it was for you, he didn’t mind
he gingerly wraps his fingers around yours, smiling at you so tenderly
you smile back
the two of you spend the rest of the evening talking and kissing and kissing some more
you wonder where this magical boy has been all your life
it all seemed so cliche and too good to be true
but yet, here you two were
the night soon ends as changbin brings you back to your apartment
he helps you off the bike and presses a kiss on your nose as he takes off your helmet
you repay him by kissing his cheek
“i’ll see you soon.”
he watches you leave, his hands trembling slightly at his sides
he was a tattoo artist, he couldn’t have shaky hands
summary- you aren’t a fan of storms, and yoongi knows just how to get your mind off of them. blind!yoongi
a/n- this really isn’t long enough to be a scenario but roll with it. i wanted to write something pretty and it’s been super rainy lately sooo here you go
Thunder echoed loudly through the quiet house, effectively stirring Yoongi from his previously tranquil slumber. He tended to be a light sleeper due to the fact that his senses were heightened. The slightest noise usually woke him, which then lead to a night full of restlessness. He was, however, grateful for the fact that you slept through practically anything.
He turned himself over so he would be facing you. You soft snores escaped into the pillows, barely making a sound. Yoongi loved that he experienced you like this, completely relaxed and somewhat vulnerable. He wondered if you ever woke in the middle of the night as saw him the same way.
Another crack of thunder shook the house. This time, it was loud enough to make you whine and open your eyes to the darkness of the night. “Yoongi?” you whispered into the silence.
“I’m here.” Storms were something you were...not very fond of, to say the least. They made you imagine the worst scenarios that could possibly happen. So when they rolled around, you looked for solace in the only person who made things better.
He smelled you before he felt you; your lavender shampoo was easily identifiable due to the fact that you fell asleep directly after a shower. Yoongi adored the calming scent only a little less than he adored you.
Your head quickly rested atop the curve of where his arm met his shoulder, finding comfort in your boyfriend’s skin against yours. You hooked your left leg onto his hip, successfully molding yourself to him. Yoongi always slept on his back and rarely moved, so you knew you’d most likely remain in the same position all night.
The house shook once more from the sky’s mighty roar, lightning soon illuminating your shared bedroom. You whimpered and clenched your eyes shut, trying to block out the unnecessary panic that was beginning to flood your brain. Flashes of floods and fallen trees began to plague your thoughts and all you could think about was being swept up in the current, moving quickly away, away, away...
Yoongi immediately noticed how tense you were and quickly thought of something to distract you from the chaos outside. “Why don’t we play our favorite game, hm?”
“That would be nice.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “What would you like me to describe this time?”
Yoongi thought for a moment. Usually, he’d have you paint him a picture of things he was curious about, like New York’s skyline at night or the creative and colorful graffiti on a nearby city street. But he knew that for now, he just needed to get your mind off of the storm and instead focused onto something warm and bright that he knew you already cherished.
“Explain to me a sunflower field in the beginning of summer,” he replied. Flowers didn’t really excite him, but since you loved them, he was more than willing to sacrifice. Quite frankly, he’d sacrifice anything for you.
You gasped and he instantly felt the tension begin to leak from your muscles. “That’s a good one!” You paused and wrapped an arm across his stomach, snuggling closer. “The day is soft. Imagine you’re looking at it with your eyes half closed, blurring out the hard edges and making everything look like velvet. It’s not hot outside at all. Instead, it’s the feeling of being tucked beneath a fuzzy blanket, warm, but not too warm. The sky, of course, is blue cotton candy, and the clouds are puffy white marshmallows peppered across it.”
“That sounds lovely.” Yoongi’s comment isn’t sarcastic at all. He means it.
“It is. But I haven’t even made it to the best part!” You stopped to sigh and think wistfully of how much you missed the warm days of summer. “The sunflowers stand tall- taller than you and me both. They are basically the sun, with warm yellow petals that surround a dark, circular middle. There’s hundreds of them, and they stretch across the land so far that the eye can’t see the end. Butterflies of every color flutter hesitantly through the field, landing atop the sunflowers with grace. Honeybees buzz by, ready to pollinate and create more and more flowers for the world to see. It’s just...a really nice day,” you finish up. The storm is a stranger to your mind now, your thoughts only filled up with a beautiful meadow of yellow.
“I think we should visit there sometime,” Yoongi said tenderly, beginning to stroke your lower back with his thumb. He can tell you’re growing tired by the way you melt further against him.
“We should. I think you’d really like it.” You yawned. “Don’t you think you would?”
A smile spread across Yoongi’s face. The only thing he can think about is the gleeful chatter and laughter that would consume you if you visited the sunflower fields. “I think I’d love it.” And although it’s the dead of winter, Yoongi could feel the sunshine in your embrace as you drifted back into a peaceful slumber. He smiled to himself and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “But not as much as I love you.”
summary- a party turns everything that you knew upside down. friends-to-lovers!au + fuckboy!hoseok
a/n- happy birthday hobi!! i wanted to finish this earlier but i just kept writing lol i hope you guys enjoy!! PLEASE tell me some thoughts because this is the longest thing i’ve written and posted on this blog?? and idk if this length is okay for you guys. anyway thanks for reading!!
You rested your head back against the mirror of the dance studio. A loud and upbeat song you had heard on repeat for the past two hours blared from the large black speakers tucked away in the corners of the room. In front of you, Hoseok went through his new routine for what felt like the millionth time. It wasn't uncommon for you to do your schoolwork in the studio with Hoseok, but after studying and watching him dance this long, you were beyond ready to get a change of scenery.
You stretched your arms upward as the song ended and groaned, making him glance over at you. "How much longer, Hobi?"
Your best friend wiped his sweaty bangs back from his forehead and shrugged. "Until I get it right."
"It looks fantastic. You don't even perform until next week." Your school had a huge talent showcase coming up. Entertainment agencies often came to for recruitment, and since it was Hoseok's dream to dance professionally, he knew this was his shot to make it big. He was an amazing dancer, so much so that the school allowed him to no only dance with his troupe but also gave him a solo slot. You were beyond proud of him and honestly thought he was guaranteed first place, but he was incredibly hard on himself.
"I know, I know." He sighed and plopped down on the floor. You closed your laptop and crawled over to him, handing him a water bottle. "Thanks."
"I think what you need is to blow off some steam," you said, completely assured. You saw how tense he was. If he wanted to perform the way he desperately wanted, he needed to relax.
Hoseok stroked his nonexistent beard jokingly. "Hmm, maybe."
"Not 'maybe'. It's definitely what you need," you reaffirmed. You saw Hoseok's eyes flash with something you knew all too well- mischief.
"I have an idea of how to de-stress," he said with a big grin. "But you have to do it with me."
"Uh, that depends..."
"Nope. You're convinced I need this, but I don't want to be alone. So you have to accompany me, deal?" he asked. You eyed him suspiciously and crossed your arms.
"You have to tell me what it is," you said firmly and gave him The Look. He rolled his eyes and threw an arm around your shoulders.
"It's a surprise, babe. Just trust me."
***
"Jung Hoseok, I will never trust you again in my life," you grumbled.
The loud music and chatter seemed to reverberate down the entire street- known infamously as Fratboy Lane for the amount of fraternity's that were located on it. Hoseok excitedly throws an arm around your shoulder. Parties were his playground.
"You know you don't mean that," he said and inched you cheek playfully. You scoffed and shoved his arm off of you.
"You know I hate parties." In your and Hoseok's relationship, you were the introvert. You preferred to not be surrounded by large groups of people and forced into awkward conversations. You'd much rather hang out with a few close friends, or just be alone. Meanwhile, Hoseok thrived in the party scene. You would be the first to admit that he was a bit of a fuckboy. You loved him to death, but he had a reputation of sleeping with girls, never calling them back, then finding a new one in a few days.
He shrugged and motioned to you. "At least you look hot." You gave him a look. "What?"
"Stop patronizing me." You hated that he complimented you. Although it made your heart flutter, you knew it didn't mean much to him. He told hundreds of girls they were hot. The word barely held any weight to him.
"I'm not patronizing you! I mean it!" Hoseok insisted.
"Whatever," you mumbled. You took a glance down at your attire. Your favorite white off-the-shoulder top complimented the tight black jeans on your lower half and the black strappy heels you wore tied it all together. You had even done your hair nicely and applied some winged eyeliner. Even if parties weren't your thing, you damn sure knew how to look good for one.
"Hoseok, my man! You made it." At the front door stood Kim Taehyung, a member of the frat throwing the party. He was younger than the two of you, but the fact that he was one of the big dogs in his fraternity made him instantly friends with Hoseok.
"Of course!" The two shared something you would call a "bro handshake" before Taehyung turned to you.
"And you brought Y/N! How did you get her out of her room?" You smacked his shoulder before he wrapped you up in a hug. Taehyung didn't have much of a gauge for personal space, but you were used to it by now and didn't really mind- he gave nice hugs.
Taehyung opened the front door and let the two of you in with a wink. Instantly, you were overcome with the smell of alcohol. Not that you were surprised, just a bit overwhelmed.
"I'll go get us some drinks," Hoseok shouted over the music so you could hear him. An old Usher song was blaring, and you noticed that he was subconsciously moving his body to the beat. It made you smile.
"Water!" you shouted back as he began to walk away. He gave you a thumbs up, but you knew he'd probably come back with a mixed drink instead.
As soon as you were left alone, the awkwardness began to settle in. You didn't know many other people at the party, or at least from what you could see. Besides a girl that lived on the same floor as you crying into her friend's shoulder, a boy in your calculus class grinding against two girls at one time, and Taehyung greeting people at the door, you knew nobody.
You leaned against a nearby wall, feeling more uncomfortable. It had been at least five minutes since Hoseok left you. You were hoping that the kitchen was just crowded and he had to wait for drinks, but as the minutes went by, you realized he probably wasn't coming back.
"Asshole," you muttered. You pushed yourself off the wall and navigated through the crowd of people, barely managing to make it through with a spilled drink covering your chest. The kitchen was soon in your line of sight, but as soon as you caught a glimpse at what was going on, you wished it wasn't.
Hoseok had a girl pressed up against the doorway of the kitchen. They were making out heavily enough to have been at it for awhile. It only took you a split second to think about how much prettier she was that you. Your stomach dropped.
Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you furiously turned away from the scene and made your way to the exit. Of course, you knew that Hoseok would end up with a girl by the end of the night. It's who he was. But what you didn't expect was for him to leave you within the first few minutes of arriving to hook up with some random chick. You were angry at him, but even angrier at yourself for wishing you were the girl.
A hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, and your heart sped up. Maybe Hoseok was coming to apologize?
"Let me guess, you were forced here against your will?" You turned around to come face to face with Park Jimin, an adorable and sweet boy who was a member of Hoseok's dance troupe. You and him had become friends because of the sheer amount of time you spent at their rehearsals and performances.
"Something like that," you mumbled, looking away from him for a moment to blink away the nearly-shed tears.
"Are you okay?" He cocked his head to the side and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when his blonde hair fell in front of his brown puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm fine. Just not having much fun, I guess," you replied.
"I think a drink will fix that." Jimin extended he hand out to give you the cup he had been holding. You instantly smelled orange juice. A screwdriver.
"No, I-" The image of Hoseok with the girl flashed in your mind again. "Actually, thanks." In a few quick gulps, you had downed the drink.
Jimin chuckled. "I think what you need is some shots."
You smirked. "Now you're talking."
***
"Island!" you called out, then through the ping pong ball at the isolated cup. It hit the rim, then plunked in. "Hell yeah! Take away the left corner."
The other team groaned, taking away the two cups and downing the beer inside them. "Who knew you'd be so good at beer pong?" Jimin asked, his arm around your waist to keep you study.
"I'm not, unless I'm drunk." And that, you definitely were. It took three shots of vodka and a couple games of beer pong for you to become drunk enough to be having fun...and have a little bad judgement.
"Okay, if I make it into your left corner cup, you have to flash us," a boy on the opposing team challenged.
"Deal. It's not like you're going to make-" Plunk.
"Yes!" the boy screamed and everyone around him patted his back in victory.
Jimin leaned down, ready to tell you that you didn't have to do it, but you pulled up the edge of your shirt and flashed before he could utter a word. And if he had to admit it, he was a little glad he couldn't, because damn.
"Y/N! What the hell are you doing?" A loud, angry voice interrupted. You turned to see your best friend, sober and seething with anger.
"What do you care?" you shot back. How dare he think he can come and chastise you for doing party activities at a party. Especially since he had left you alone in the first place.
"What is that supposed to mean? Of course I care, you're showing all these pigs in here your tits!" His harsh words made you flinch back. You felt Jimin's hand on your shoulder to calm you down, but you shrugged it off and marched right up to Hoseok.
"You are the one that forced me to come to this party and you have no right to come and yell at me for having fun when you ditched me to suck some other girl's face within the first few minutes of arriving!" you shouted.
Hoseok was at a loss for words. He didn't know you saw him with another girl, but he knew he was guilty for leaving you alone. He didn't even know how to explain himself.
"I-I..."
"Whatever. I'm so done with you and this friendship. If I can even call it that." Tears threaten you with the familiar sting of salt, but you don't let Hoseok see them before you turn and run through the crowd.
You eventually find your way outside to an hidden spot behind a large oak tree. You sit at it's trunk and wrap your arm around your knees. Sobs spill out from your lips despite your attempt to hold them in. You suddenly realized you couldn't hold it all in, not anymore.
You were in love with him.
***
3 years ago
Your first week of college had flown by- and went much better than you had thought. You didn't get lost, your professors were nice, and your roommate wasn't sent from hell. Overall, it had been a good week and you hoped it foreshadowed what the rest of your time spent at university would be like.
The sky had changed from a warm, pink sunset into a cool, starry night as you walked out of campus and into the city. Everything was lit up in neon signs and catchy music echoed throughout the busy night streets. At orientation, you learned that students often spent their weekend hanging out at clubs and bars along the main street of the city and you were eager to find out what it was like.
You kept walking until you came across a crowd of people surrounding something you couldn't quite see. Curiosity got the better of you, so you found a hole in the group and shouldered your way to it. Once you were in the front, you saw something that instantly made you smile.
Four boys were dancing in sync to a hip-hop song you didn't recognize. They popped their bodies in ways you had never seen and smooth transitioned from move to move like it was no big deal. Not to mention they were just so cool. All of them reeked with charisma as they smirked at the crowd, throwing in a wink every once in a while. You were amazed to say the least.
Once the song and routine ended, they passed around a cap and people threw in random amounts of money as a donation. Once the cheering quieted back down, one of the dancers spoke up.
"We're going to change things up a bit. We need a volunteer for this next song. A lady, to be more specific." Instantly, hands shot up and excited shots of "Me!" broke out. You attempted to stay hidden among the people around you, hoping that they wouldn't call you out.
One of the dancers walked around, scanning the crowd. You immediately noticed how handsome he was. His black hair laid perfectly straight across his forehead and he smiled brightly, in the shape of a heart. He was lean- no doubt from the years of dance training- and his shirt and sweats clung to him in all the right places. If you didn't know better, you could've fallen for him.
"I think you're perfect," a voice suddenly said. You snapped out of your thoughts. While you were lost in observing his looks, the man had made his way right in front of you.
"N-No, I don't really know how to-" He didn't let you finish before he was dragging you out to the middle of the circle. You heard many disappointed sighs as the girls realized they hadn't been chosen.
"I think it's time for things to get a little hot," the dancer with the mic said. He picked up the phone that was obviously synced to the speakers, and clicked on a song you instantly realized as Ride by SoMo. You knew the song was very sensual which only meant that the dance had to be too.
"You're cool with this right?" You looked up to the cute dancer.
"Uhm, y-yeah. I just don't know how to dance," you whispered back as he placed his hands on your hips. Your mouth instantly went dry.
"Just follow me." He winked and began to dance with you. It was a whirlwind- he lead you through the first verse without you doing much but moving your feet and leaning into his movements. His hands never left your body as the two of you danced. He spun you around and pressed you against him just before the chorus hit and began to body roll against you as soon as soon as it actually did. You were speechless as he ended the dance by dipping you lower than you thought was possible.
Screams erupted through the throng of people- mostly women- and money was instantly throw into the hat. You felt weak in your knees as the dancer kept his hold on you, waving goodbye as his fellow dancers ended the show.
"So, what did you think?" he suddenly asked you.
It took you a moment to compose yourself. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting any of this when I came here tonight," you answered honestly. Your heart was still pounding in your chest and you hoped he couldn't tell.
"You aren't disappointed, though, right?" You shook your head. "Well, I'm Hoseok. We're here every weekend, if you'd like to come back..."
"Y/N. My name's Y/N," you finished for him.
"Y/N. I like it." He smiled and bit his lip. "You should definitely come back. We need to perfect that routine, anyway."
"We'll have to see." You gave him a smirk and removed his arm from you, walking away without another word. You were sure to him it looked like you were confident and sultry, but on the inside, you were screaming. One thing was for sure- you were never going to forget tonight.
***
Present
You smiled at the memory. After that night with Hoseok, you two found out you had a few classes together and instantly clicked. He was flirty at first, but eventually settled into being friends without anything ever happening between the two of you. Not that you didn't want it to- you just figured that he didn't.
You picked at the frayed end of your jeans, resting your chin on the tops of your knees. You shouldn't have told Hoseok what you did earlier, but it all just came out. You had been holding your feelings in for him so long that they finally spilled over in the form of anger. And although he was a dick to you today, you didn't want to lose him.
"Uh, are you okay?" a voice suddenly asked, interrupting you from your thoughts. You sniffed and wiped your eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured the random boy who had come up to you. You didn't recognize him, but the logo on his backwards baseball cap told you that he was a part of the fraternity throwing the party.
"Are you sure? Because you're outside crying by yourself," he pointed out. Your sober self would've told him to fuck off, but drunk you had a different idea.
"Yeah, you caught me," you giggled and shrugged. He took this as an invitation to sit down beside of you.
"Who could make such a pretty girl cry?" he asked. You knew he was trying to flirt, but you didn't seem to care as much as you wanted to.
"It was nobody. Just a fight with a...friend." Your heart ached.
"Ah, I see." And then he was kissing you. You barely had a moment to react. His tongue was in your mouth and his hands were holding you to him harshly. Inside your head you were screaming No! but he didn't seem to hear. Your hands were pushing at his chest but he wasn't moving. You kept pushing, pushing, pushing until-
"What the fuck?" You heard someone curse and you were suddenly free. Gasps of breath entered your lungs and you felt tears once again trail down your cheeks. You closed your eyes and tried to convince yourself it was a dream, a nightmare.
Then hands were on you again, pulling you to your feet. "Y/N, Y/N are you alright?"
You opened your eyes and relief flooded your veins once you saw the face of your best friend. A whimper left your lips as you threw yourself into him, hugging him tightly to both calm down and keep yourself from falling over.
"Im so sorry, I didn't mean it, I love you, I didn't mean it, I didn't-" you rambled, only to be cut off by shushing and a hand pushing back your hair.
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it," Hoseok whispered. He felt like crying himself as you clung to him so desperately.
Hoseok proceeded to lead you out of the party and to your apartment a few blocks away, practically carrying you as you stumbled alongside him. Your roommate had given him a questioning look as she saw you practically attached at his him and sniffling, but didn't say anything
Once you reached your room, Hoseok helped you lay down on your bed and slipped your shoes off. He pulled the blanket up to your chin and smiled softly. "Is there anything I can do?"
Now, if you were sober, you would've never uttered the words that came out of your mouth next. "Hold me?"
Hoseok was taken off guard by your response, but he didn't refuse. He took off his sneakers and crawled in beside you, pulling you to his chest. You sighed at the feeling. You had imagined this moment for so long, just being held by the one you love. It saddened you that this would be gone by morning.
"Thank you, Hobi," you whispered. You reserved his nickname for special occurrences, like when you were proud of him performing or when you wanted him to do something for you. And if anything was a special occurrence, it was now.
"No need to thank me, sweetheart."
Maybe it was the term of endearment he used. Maybe it was because you weren't thinking straight from the alcohol. Or maybe you were just tired of waiting. But you did it- you kissed him.
When he didn't do anything back, you pulled away. Regret and rejection filled your whole being as you saw his confused face.
"I'm sorry, I-" He kissed you back.
It felt like you always imagined it would. His lips were unbelievably soft, and he knew exactly what he was doing as his tongue took dominance over yours. He rolled his body so that he was above you, using his elbows to not crush you but still managing to cup your face. You felt hot, and so in love as you ran a hand up and down his back and tangled your other into his hair. His hips grinded against yours and you moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck, Y/N. What are we doing?" Hoseok whispered against your lips.
"I don't know," you mumbled back.
You kept kissing him for God knows how long, wanting nothing more than to be like this forever. You only hoped he felt the same way.
Eventually, you grew tired, from the alcohol or from kissing you didn’t know. Hoseok gently tucked you back in snugly beneath your comforter and kissed your forehead as your eyes closed.
"Goodnight," you softly called out as he left.
"Goodnight, Y/N." And then he was gone.
**
You haven't seen Hoseok in almost a week. Usually, you two would meet for coffee in the morning or you would go with him to his dance rehearsals in the afternoon. It was also tradition for the two of you to order pizza and watch movies every Thursday evening. But ever since that night, he's been absent in your life.
You know he's avoiding you. When you see him in class, he makes it a point to not look at you. And as soon as everyone is dismissed, he's the first out the door. You were sure he was busy with rehearsals, since the talent showcase was so soon, but it was obvious that he didn't want to see you.
You couldn't put all the blame on him, though. Although that night was what you had been wanting for such a long time, you also regretted it. Being drunk wasn't the first time you wanted to kiss him. Seeing him only made that feeling worse- along with the rejection- so you tried to avoid him as much as possible.
But today, you couldn't.
You were running late. First, you couldn't find any clean pants. You had neglected doing the laundry this week due to your moping around. Then, you forgot your wallet and had to run a whole block back to your apartment to get it. By the time you paid for a ticket and made it to the auditorium, the show was almost over.
"No, no, this can't be happening," you said to yourself as you ran to the door that led to backstage. A security guard stood at the door.
"Name?" he asked in a monotone voice.
"Y/N," you replied, panting. You hadn't ran in years, and you were a bit surprised you made it without passing out.
"Sorry, you aren't on the list," he said.
You glared. "Listen, this isn't a Rihanna concert, let me backstage. My friend is performing and he forgot something." He gave you an uninterested look, but opened the door anyway. "Thank Mr. Security guard!" He grunted in response.
Finished acts were sitting around, waiting for a scout to come backstage to talk with them. You sprinted pass them, jumping and ducking to avoid being hit by waving arms or tripping over stray props. Finally, you spotted Hoseok's dance troupe sitting on the floor...but not him.
"Y/N, what's going on?" one of the members, Jungkook, asked.
"Where's Hobi?" you hurriedly asked.
Jimin smiled uneasily and looked up at you. "He's in the bathroom. He accidentally tripped in our performance and won't come out. But he's on deck to perform his solo."
"Thanks!" You took off in the direction of the backstage bathrooms. You were thankful that you helped with a musical last spring and knew the layout of the area.
The bathroom was one person only, so you knocked on the door. "Occupied," you heard Hoseok say.
"It's me. Open up." You heard the door click and you slid inside, closing it behind you.
"What are you doing here?" Hoseok asked. He sat with his back against the wall, head in his hands.
"No, what are you doing here? You're about to perform!" you exclaimed.
"I'm not performing," he mumbled.
"Yes, you are. Now, get up and-"
"I'm not good enough, okay? I messed up the group routine and I'm going to mess up mine. I'm not good enough to be recruited or signed by any agency." He paused and grew quite. "I'm not good enough for you."
The words hit you like a ton of bricks. How could he even say that? He was beyond good enough for you. He made you smile when you were sad and listened when you were upset. Hell, he protected you from something that could've went a lot worse just the other night. He was more than good enough for you. He was all you ever wanted.
"Hobi, don't say that. I love you. I've loved you since the day I met you when we danced together. I've wanted you and only you for as long as I can remember. You are beyond good enough for me." You crouched down in front of him. "And you are the best dancer I have ever seen. You perform better than anyone that I know. If anyone is getting signed to an agency, it's you."
Your words make him look up. "You mean that?"
"That you're the best dancer? Hell yes I mean that."
"No, that you want me and only me. Please don't be joking."
You twist your hands nervously, realizing what you said. "I thought I made that obvious the other night."
"Wow. And here I was thinking that you hated me for forcing myself onto you while you were drunk." Hoseok stood up, grabbing your hand to bring you up with him. "It's always been you. I know I mess around with a lot of girls, but that's only because I was trying to a fill a hole I knew was made for you. I never imagined you felt the same way."
"Now you know." You cross you arms. "But it's time for you to show the world who you are. This is your shot to make it big and I'm not letting you throw it away."
Hoseok nods. "I just need to do one more thing." He softly grabs your chin and tilts it upwards, pressing his lips to yours. It's short and sweet, but still amazing.
The echo of Hoseok’s name rings through the halls. The two of you bust out of the bathroom and run to the side stage. He barely makes it in time, and once the music begins, he's transformed into a different person. You're taken back to the night you saw him dance for the first time and a warmth fills you up. It's been a long road, loving him, but it's been a great one.
He's done before you know it, and when he comes backstage to embrace you, tears of joy are leaking from your eyes. "I knew you could do it!" you scream, holding onto him tightly.
"Excuse me, Jung Hoseok?" a firm voice asks, interrupting you. A lady dressed in business attire and a clipboard stands in front of you both.
"Yes, that's me." He detaches from your grip before giving the lady his full attention.
She smiles. "I'm with Son Entertainment, do you have a moment to talk?"
Hoseok turns to you with a grin bigger than you have ever seen. "Oh my God, it's happening." He turns to you and pecks your forehead. "This is because you believed in me. I love you so much."
"I love you, too."
He walks to the agent and they begin to converse. When he comes back to you minutes later, he's bursting with happiness. "They want me to come and check out the agency and if I like it, they're interested in signing me. Me! Can you believe it?"
"Actually I can." You smile.
He leans down and kisses you with a passion you have never felt before, making your insides turn to mush and your brain cease to work. "My dreams are all coming true," he whispers.
a/n- this is mostly dialogue but this idea came to me and seemed too cute not to write. it’s not the best, but it’s fun?
You had been excitedly waiting your the trip to the Bahamas with Yoongi since he surprised you with it for your anniversary. Since then, all that was on your mind was piña coladas, the beach, and a week alone with your boyfriend. You didn’t even think of something going wrong.
“Ugh!” you exclaim, flopping down face-first onto the perfectly made hotel bed. You kick your feet and scream into the comforter for emphasis.
“You’re being dramatic,” Yoongi says, propping his luggage up against the wall. His comment makes you lift your head and give him a glare. “Don’t give me that look. I said what I said.”
“I’m not being dramatic,” you grumble, pushing your face back down into the mattress. Of course, with your shitty luck something like this would happen.
Yoongi rolls his eyes and sits down onto the bed opposite you. “It’s really not a big deal. We can-”
With another exaggerated groan, you roll over closer to him, effectively cutting him off. “That’s easy for you to say, you have your luggage. Yours wasn’t sent to Mexico.”
In some insane mix-up, all your luggage was put on the wrong plane at your guy’s connection in Houston. Currently, you had no other items besides the few things you brought in your carry-on to last you through the week.
“That’s true,” Yoongi says honestly and leans back against the pillows. “This bed in comfortable.
“You’re insufferable.” You close your eyes and begin to think about what having no luggage really means. No cute date clothes, no sandals, no- “I don’t have a bathing suit. At the beach. How am I even going to survive?”
Yoongi shrugs nonchalanly. “Just go naked.”
You smack his shoulder. “You are no help, Min Yoongi.”
“What? I’m just being honest. I’d love if you-” The look on your face made him quickly shut up about the subject. “Listen, in the morning, we will get you some clothes and shoes to wear until your luggage is sent back, okay? Now, let’s just go to sleep because I’m exhausted.”
“Curse you for being rational,” you mumble. You had to admit, after a long string of flights, you were worn out. Sleep sounds great except for the fact that... “I don’t have any clothes to sleep in.”
“Just wear what you have on now. Or, as I said before, just go-” Another smack. “Ow, fine, go through my clothes and find something to wear. Geesh.”
You adhere to his request and make your way over to his suitcase. You open it up and leaf through the many articles of clothing before an idea pops into your thoughts. With a quick glance at your boyfriend- who had turned away from you, on his phone-, you gather up all the items you needed before sneaking away to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Yoongi grows bored. “Y/N? What’s taking so long?” No response.“C’mon, hurry up. I want to cuddle,” he admits.
“Just one second,” you finally reply, adding the finishing touches to your ensemble. With a grin, you step out of the bathroom and strike a pose. “Is this okay to wear?”
Yoongi flips over and before he can even utter out a word, he starts to laugh. There you were, dressed head to toe in his clothes. A black face mask, big sunglasses, a studded baseball cap, the flowered shirt he wore in Hawaii, his favorite black jeans with the knees cut out, and a pair of his sneakers all adorned your body. Nothing fit quite right, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how you tied your hair back to look like him, and even posed in such a way that you couldn’t see your face through the mask and hat, much like how he often did.
“So, whatcha think?” you tease, throwing up a double peace sign.
Yoongi was smiling so wide that his gums were showing. “It looks good on you.”
“I know right?” You nearly trip over his shoes as you clumsily walk over to the bed.
“Careful,” he chuckles.
You throw yourself on top of him with a giggle. “I think I could pass for you.”
“Oh really?” he says as removes the hat and gently pulls down the mask covering your face.
You nod. “Yep. Better watch out before I steal your identity.”
Yoongi laughs. “You’d have to be able to rap first, darling.”
“You don’t think I can rap? Watch this.” You immediately begin rapping his part in the third Cypher, sounding both adorable and ridiculous as you speedily recite his verses. Yoongi is in hysterics at your rendition, and even claps as you finish.
“Wow, I need that recorded for my next mixtape.” You blush at his comment and bury your face in his chest, embarrassment finally settling in. “No, don’t hide. It was great.”
You lift your head and the two of you lock eyes. “Really?”
“You bet.” The room seems to get quiet, and suddenly all you can focus on is how deep Yoongi’s brown eyes are. You quickly remember why you’re at the Bahamas in the first place. Your lovely boyfriend took time out of his insanely busy schedule to bring you here, not only because he loved you, but because he knew how happy it would make you.
The thought makes you emotional. With a soft smile, you whisper,“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Yoongi gingerly tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as the two of you continue to get lost in each other’s gaze. You lean into his touch and damn well nearly melt as he begins to kiss you.
It doesn’t take long for things to progress, and you can’t help but think to yourself-
The sound of whimpers echoed throughout the quiet house, stirring both you and your husband of your deep, peaceful slumber.
“Hmm?” you mumbled. You rubbed your tired eyes and sat up. “I think Aria is awake.” A grunt came from your barely-awake husband, still face down in a mound of pillows.
A sudden, piercing wail erupted from your daughter’s room. It caused the both of you to jolt awake.
Jimin arose from bed before you had a chance, pushing his blonde hair back and sighing. “I’ll get her, babe. You need some rest.” He had noticed over the past couple weeks that your sleeping schedule was irregular and caused you to be without any energy all day. He only wished he could help you more.
With a smile, you laid back down and closed your eyes. Jimin smiled softly at you. He was amazed at how beautiful you could look in the middle of the night.
The hardwood floors were cold against his feet as he padded down the hallway. He followed the tiny cries of his oldest child. He hoped that she wouldn’t awake her younger- and more stubborn- brother in the next room.
Jimin pushed open the door to his daughter’s room. “Aria,” he sing-songed. She didn’t reply, choosing to instead reach her chubby fingers out and whimper. The sight made Jimin’s heart swell with adoration. He quickly obeyed her request and picked her up to place in his lap as he took a seat on the edge of her bed.
“Why are you upset, princess?’ he cooed,patting her back to calm her.
“S-Scary dream,” she stuttered, gripping the fabric of Jimin’s shirt tightly. She looked up at him with a very familiar expression- she was blessed with the same puppy-dog eyes and pout as her dad.
“Ah, don’t look at me like that unless you want to see me cry!” Jimin teased, tickling her sides lightly. The action elicited a small giggle from the child.
“No crying,” Aria insisted.
“Alright, I won’t.” He pushed the hair back from his daughter’s face lovingly. “But that means you can’t cry either.”
This made the three year-old’s face scrunch up. “But the monster,” she replied softly. Tears began to well up in her big, brown eyes at the mention of the protagonist of her nightmare.
“No, no, no, don’t cry.” Jimin thought for a moment before standing up, keeping his daughter held securely to his chest. “The monster is scared of dancing. If we dance, he won’t be able to come back into your room!”
Aria’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yep!” Jimin began to dance in slow, calming movements in an attempt to not only comfort Aria, but hopefully put her back to sleep.
The two danced together for a bit longer. There was no music, only the soft hum coming from Jimin’s lips as he swayed back and forth. It didn’t take long for Aria to slip into a tranquil- and with luck, uninterrupted- sleep.
“That’s it, go back to sleep, love,” Jimin whispered as her eyes closed. He didn’t stop moving until he heard her little snores.
Carefully, he laid Aria back in her bed and tucked her in snugly beneath her comforter. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before quietly walking back to your and his shared room.
With a yawn, he curled himself under the covers and pressed himself up to you. “Was everything okay?” you mumbled.
“Just a little nightmare.” Jimin pecked your temple. “I took care of it.”
“Of course you did.” You smiled and turned to kiss him properly. “Because you’re our Superman.”
2/2 i love wearing red, and it’s my favourite colour as well. i looove eating food, and i try and cook most of my meals as well, and i’m not too bad at cooking. i grew up with pokémon and anime and polly pockets. i like to have close friends, i’m half an introvert and extrovert. i tend to go bare face but going out i’ll get dressed up and glammed. last think, i like playing sports and staying fit but i’ll eat like a pig too. i’m not too clingy but i will be clingy when i miss people.
hey!! i ship you with...
jungkook!! you two would get along super well! he’d find it cute when you’re shy and very attractive when you’re bold. he’d always laugh at your cringe-y jokes, no matter how bad. and even if you think your laugh is ugly, he’d think it was the most amazing sound in the world, bc it means you’re happy. you two would wear matching red shirts and he’d love to try all the food you make! ofc, he’d love to watch anime and play sports with you!! he’d also love when you’re clingy with him, bc that means you missed him ♡
1/2 hello!! i love your ships! i’m 19, 5’6, soft tan skin with light brown eyes, i’m half korean/canadian. my hair is black, long and thick i’m learning korean, i’m almost fluent!! :) id say i’m pretty bold, and then i’m also shy?? meeting new people is hard and i stay mature but then with my friends i’m pretty wack. my humour is pretty dark and i like to crack cringy jokes lmao. i have the ugliest laugh when i’m laughing too hard. i try to be kind to others, but i will not tolerate bad people.
hi could i get a ship? Im 5 foot tall with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair thats mid to long length :) uhm my personality is closer to a puppy-- im pretty outgoing and people say i have a bright and happy personality. i love love love art and movies and books, especially things about youth and romance in respect to growing up. i have a quirky (?) ish sense of humor, as in i find a lot of niche memes funny and i laugh at a lot of stupid things. i also love baking and knitting :)
hiya! i ship you with...
taehyung! your bright, puppy-like personality would be one of the many things taehyung loves about you. you two would share a love for the arts, and he’d always enjoy cuddling up and watching a good movie with you (he’d also enjoy a good romance flick) and did i hear quirky sense of humor? you and tae are meant to be! he’d also wear all your knitted creations and bring all your baking masterpieces to share with the boys♡
