“The Professor never really seemed to care whether we figured out the right answer to a problem. He preferred our wild, desperate guesses to silence, and he was even more delighted when those guesses led to new problems that took us beyond the original one. He had a special feeling for what he called the “correct miscalculation,” for he believed that mistakes were often as revealing as the right answers.”
can’t stop thinking about boyfriend!yoongi who in a way, found his match with you.
for decades, his oldest friends always teased him for being the textbook definition of ‘nonchalant’, labeling him as a stoic man who loved to pretend that he didn’t care about anything—even though in reality, there were always a few tells that made it obvious that he did.
he was the type of guy who made it seem like he didn’t care if you forgot about his birthday, but would send a joke afterwards saying that he was disappointed that you didn’t remember.
or the type who acted like it didn’t matter to him if the meal he worked hard on cooking tasted delicious for your taste buds, only to grin really wide as soon as you complimented him and uttered a string of praises afterwards.
it was an endearing quality of yoongi’s, a rather fascinating trait that also became the butt of the joke at times whenever the topic was his love life and his bad luck when it came to relationships.
“you can come off as emotionally unavailable,” hoseok told him over beer once. “ladies don’t like that. they want men who can tell them how special they are.”
“isn’t it enough that i show it?” yoongi asked, having just been dumped by the girl he was dating. “i mean, i drive her to work every single day. i fetch her from work whenever i can too. i buy her stuff if it’s necessary, like shampoo or paper towels.”
hoseok stared at him. “paper towels?”
“yeah.”
“wow. i take it all back. you are the most romantic man on the planet.”
yoongi rolled his eyes at the sarcasm. “she mentioned she was running out of them so i bought more for her.”
“are you her dad or something?”
“i heard ladies like a provider.”
“yes, but not in that sense. it’s more like… you get the bill whenever you’re having lunch or dinner at a restaurant, or buying her a bag she’s been eyeing, or paying for her nails when she gets them done. doing all of that without not being asked is the key aspect of it, really.”
“how do you know this stuff?”
hoseok shrugged. “i have an older sister,” he says. “also, i’m engaged to my girlfriend of 6 years. being in a relationship that long ought to teach you a lot.”
thanks to that conversation, yoongi began understanding what it really meant to be a great and affectionate boyfriend without sacrificing his rather reserved personality. he knew what the right gestures to do, what the right things to say, what the right gifts to buy—and he did all of that with utmost sincerity, genuinely wanting to be a better partner for his current girlfriend, which also happened to be you.
the funny thing, though?
you couldn’t seem to recognize the nice boyfriend things yoongi was doing and how much he improved compared to his last relationship.
you were just… independent, he thought. a strong woman who didn’t like to be coddled and didn’t like asking help from anyone regardless of how much you may be already struggling. he had a realization that you were naturally like this because of the stories you used to tell him that made him understand that you just weren’t used to relying on others, a trait that he didn’t have an issue with and sometimes even admired.
however, he couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating as well.
for example, just last week, the both of you had a semi-big fight because of how you constantly insisted on changing the broken lightbulb in your bedroom yourself even though yoongi was already telling you that he could do it instead. in the end, since you were stubborn as hell, you still tried changing it on your own but had a very minor injury due to falling off the stool you were standing on for extra height.
yoongi was furious when he found out, and you ultimately became furious because it seemed like he was being unfair to you, the negative energy impacting your mood and rationality that you didn’t get how he was more mad on the fact that you let your pride get to you than just asking for his damn help for the freaking lightbulb.
when the both of you calmed down and said your apologies, yoongi took your hands and looked directly in your eyes. “babe, you have to start depending on me,” he said.
the straightforwardness caught you off guard. “huh?”
“i mean…” you felt him squeeze your fingers softly, “i understand that you’re used to doing things all on your own… how you don’t like being treated like some baby… but that shouldn’t be the case with me, okay? i’m here to take care of you, to always help you with whatever you need.”
you opened your mouth, about to say something he knew was not going to align with his point, so he took the liberty to cut you off.
“i’m serious. you know what i’m talking about. let me take care of you, ____.”
“but—” you couldn’t continue with your sentence, a wave of emotions suddenly flooding you that made your throat tighten and voice quiver as you began speaking again— “how? i… i don’t—i just… you don’t need to. i don’t want to be a burden.”
yoongi gave you a look, a mixture of fondness and disbelief. “you? a burden?”
“yeah. you don’t need to take care of me.”
“i’m well aware that you’re a grown woman who doesn’t need taking care of.” he joked. “but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to do it. that’s why if i were you, i would just start depending on my poor boyfriend and learn how to be comfortable in being taken care of because it’s definitely how things are going to be now that he’s here.”
you snorted at the use of third person. “fine,” you sniffled, “okay, i’ll try to be better at asking for help next time.”
he sighed in relief, releasing your hands to instead engulf you in a tight embrace. “thank you, baby. i appreciate it a lot.”
****
the first time you willingly asked yoongi for a favor after that talk—regardless of how small and trivial it was—it still affected him big time.
“can you help me assemble the drawer i bought?” you asked him over dinner, ever so casual and nonchalant.
he almost dropped the chopsticks he was holding. “what?”
“i said, can you—”
“no, i heard that perfectly well. i’m just surprised at what i’m hearing.”
your lips twitched while your face visibly burned. “don’t start teasing me or else—”
“i’m not.” he laughed, a little too loudly than usual, before reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles. “i’m not, i swear. i’m just happy.”
“you’re happy because i’m asking for help?”
“i’m happy because you’re letting me take care of you,” he corrected. “it’s a bit overdue in my opinion but who am i to complain?”
you playfully shoved his hand away, which made yoongi laugh harder and lean towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, letting you know that your simple effort of trying to let him in meant so much more than words could ever say.
note. this blurb is unedited and has been in my drafts since december because it's always yoongi missing hours!!!!! but for real though, i wish yoongi is doing great and is always surrounded by good people who can give him the support he needs + remind him how loved he is :(
You looked at Taehyung oddly as he reached out to take your books from you but handed them over nonetheless; they were heavy and you were just a girl. “What are you doing here?”
“I was in charge of office hours today, so I did that. Then, I decided to get ahead on grading until you were finished studying.”
You screwed up your face once more. “Why would you do that?”
“So I can walk you home. I don’t like you being out by yourself so late.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s 7:30, Tae. I’ve walked home by myself at this hour plenty of times.”
He shrugged. “Ehhh… It’s getting dark now. I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it. It’s me walking, not you.”
“It’s us, now,” he corrected, gently nudging you so that he was on the outer part of the sidewalk and you were on the inside. “So, how was your day?”
You stopped in your tracks, a flash of irritation running up your spine.
It took all of two steps for him to realize you weren’t beside him. He turned around to look at you sputtering in place. “What?”
“Can you quit it with all the consideration?” you snapped. No one’s minded you up until this point and you were used to it. You didn’t need Taehyung to jumble up your feelings with whatever weird kick he’s been on. Didn’t need to get used to him being around when he wasn’t going to stay.
You went to take your books back from him, but he quickly shifted them to one hand and used the other to catch your wrist. “Why?”
“Because,” you huffed, attempting to reach for your things again. He was stronger than anticipated.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Because what?”
“Because,” you explained through gritted teeth, “I don’t respond well to kindness.”
“Well, I’m not going to quit it. I’m going to keep being considerate of you. I’m going to be extremely kind to you until you understand that that’s how you deserve to be treated; that that’s how I’ll always treat you. I’ve tried the subtle thing for months but you have got to be the most oblivious person in this entire world. So, now I’m going to walk you to class and I’m gonna buy you coffee and lunch. I’m gonna make sure you get home safe. I’m gonna text when you’re on my mind. I’m gonna tell you you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen everyday until you believe me. Until you finally get it through that thick skull of yours that I like you. That I’d love you if you let me.”
You stared at him for a few moments with your mouth agape, before taking a large gulp in an attempt to swallow back down your heart which had leapt into your throat three sentences into his monologue. You had no idea how to respond. Taehyung was objectively the most beautiful person you had ever seen and one of the sweetest people you’d ever met, so it’s not crazy that you completely missed his attraction toward you. It wasn’t something you ever even thought of entertaining, but you’d be insane to pass this up. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
You nodded and continued walking forward. A few seconds later a large hand slipped into yours. He brought your conjoined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “So, how was your day?”
a/n: i've been so out of it lately idk if this makes sense. it's not much but ya know it's honest work 🤧
I saw this post on Instagram and it was relaying how jungkook once mentioned that he wanted to try kissing for 5 minutes once he’s dating someone 😳 if you’re requests are still open and you have time, could you do a short piece for this? 😫 maybe a smut/fluff with dom! JK at the start of the relationship with reader?
hold your breath - JJK | M
pairing: dom!jungkook x reader
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 0.8K
warnings/tags: new relationship, dom!JK, very heated makeout session, this had me sweating ngl, grinding, suction kiss?, choking
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You’re walking down your hallway, eyebrows furrowed as you search for your boyfriend who seems to have disappeared, despite you seeing him in your kitchen a few minutes ago. You peer into the lounge, frown on your face.
“Baby?”
You see a hand raise from behind the couch.
“I’m here.”
Laughing, you walk around your lounge set to see him lying flat on your fluffy rug.
You till your head, face above his with your hands on your hips, “what are you doing here?”
Grabbing your hands, he pulls you to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his waist.
Giggling, you lean down and press a kiss to his pout.
“What are you doing behind the couches?”
He pushes a strand of hair away from your face, palm resting on the side of your neck, “it’s cosy here.”
He wraps his arms around your shoulders and pushes you down so your cheek presses against his chest.
You nod, “it is,” arms pressing into his sides.
“Baby?”
Humming, you wiggle your butt a little when his hand smooths down your back, breathing in his scent.
“Look at me.”
Head tilting to smile at your boyfriend, you notice that his expression has changed and so did his hold on your body. A look you’re all too familiar with sits on his face.
He taps your ass, “come here.”
Immediately, you scoot up the length of his body and he runs his fingers through your hair, you whimper when he twists his fingers in your strands, biting your lip as he watches you.
He leans down so your lips brush, eyes fluttering shut when his minty breath kisses your skin.
He moves his head from side to side, soft lips brushing yours and you know better than to give in to his soft caresses and take what you want without him giving it to you.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he sits up from the floor and rests his back against the wall, pulling you to him and finally, surging forward to capture your lips in a hot kiss.
You wrap your arms around his neck, lips brushing his before his hand returns to your hair and tilts your head sideways, tongue rolling into your mouth, a sigh leaving your lips. He keeps your head to the side, swirling his tongue around yours, thrusting into your mouth, the loud smacks of lips echoes in the quiet of your home, letting your lover kiss you until you’re breathless.
You try to pull away to take a breath, but he suckles on your tongue, and you mewl, hips rocking back and forward on his bulge only to be stopped by his hand that moves from your ass to your hips, mouth still holding onto your tongue, head bobbing.
Mind in a haze, you try to speak around the grip he has on your wet muscle, drool leaking into his mouth, he runs his tongue along yours noisily, lips pressing against yours once again. Heat pooling between your thighs. His scent lingers, tasting him, feeling him, he moans, tilting his head this way and that, showing you just how much he loves kissing you and when his teeth nips on the tip of your tongue, you lose it. Pressing your body to his, returning his kisses with ardor, scraping your nails along the back of his neck up to his hair.
He growls, spinning around to press you against the wall, hands grabbing yours and pressing them into the cold behind you. Whining, you press your chest against his, wrapping your legs around his torso while he continues to suckle and nip at your lips.
He holds his head to the side, holding his lips over yours and sucking it into his mouth, you do the same, squirming until finally he pulls away with a loud smack. Your lips hurt but you chase his as he pulls away. He grins, thumb smoothing over your lips, your hand flies to grip his neck, tongue digging into he seam of his lips.
“Always wanted to kiss you like that.”
Taking a deep breath, you stick out your tongue and draw him to your mouth again, his hand runs down your neck to rest on your boobs, squeezing and massaging your pebbled nipples that poke through the thin fabric of your T-shirt.
You fall back on your rug, pulling him over you, lips stuck together as he begins to roll his hips against yours, hand finding it’s way back to your neck, thumb and fingers pressing on either side.
Breathless, you let your tongue flick into his mouth, feeling his saliva drip down and cover your chin, his soft lips spreading it all over your hot, bruised flesh. He tugs your lips between his teeth, pulling away and letting it snap back against your skin.
He squeezes around your throat, and you moan into his mouth, air rushing into your lungs when he pulls away, lips ghosting over yours.
For everyone in occupied Palestine: we are all praying for you.
For everyone outside occupied Palestine: look at this tweet whenever Western/American media start reporting on Israel “responding to terror attacks from Gaza” or when Western/American politicians, who have been silent on the violence Palestinians have suffered all month long, finally come out of their hiding to start talking about how Israel has the right to “defend themselves.”
“The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act. And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured. Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are. There must be some beauty—and if not beauty, meaning—in that brutal power. I am still trying, and mostly failing, to find it.”
istp: don’t give a f**k
estp: violent ball related sport 7
isfp: bee twatting
esfp: competitive falling over
istj: pest control
estj: tactical revenge
isfj: ultimate ampersand
esfj: floor tennis
infp: competitive drowning (in tears)
enfp: LITERALLY MAYHEM
infj: the downhill existential crisis
enfj: The Zebras are angry
intp: the floor is lava
entp: advanced portals
intj: stabbing people for points
entj: aggressive arguments
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