OMFG YOUR BACK YOUR PART IF THE REASON IM INTO KPOP RN
I hope you're doing okay (plz dont leave again 😭)
OMGGG THANK YOU!! that’s so sweet!
I’m doing great! I’m starting my masters program soon, moving in with my partner in a few months, and I’m planning a trip to France! Those are just some highlights, but I have really been doing well.
I’m hoping not to! I’m super excited for Arirang and even hoping to get tickets for a Tampa show. 🤞You should be seeing more works, old and new!
Again, thank you! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my writing for so long. It means the world to me. ❤️
Yoongi spent the night with one earbud in, watching your old vlogs, the other earbud dangling down as he heard Jimin and Jungkook working on the package meant to be delivered in the next few hours. He chuckled to himself; they could find ways to argue that were new to the world itself. However dramatic it may be, they were always able to make up quickly.
He turned onto his side, nestling further into his pillow as a new video played. He watched as you and a blonde woman traveled together. She was in most videos, and he wondered if she was in them all, just behind the camera. You seemed to come alive, micro expressions larger when you looked at her.
"Is this her partner?" he grumbled aloud. It wasn't uncommon for people to date around until, and even after, they met their soulmate. Only forty percent of the population had one anyway, and even then, they could be platonic. The International Soulmate Registry (ISR) only tracked if you had a soulmate, registering a group into the database once all members had been discovered and the bond was complete. There was no bearing on the type of relationship it was; no distinction had to be made.
With their bond incomplete, they had avoided being registered for so long, but once one of them touched you, it was over. It had to be public. You had to be public. Being an idol only lets them bend so many rules. Whether or not you were romantically attracted to any of them, things would change. For both of you, if you were actually with the woman accompanying you everywhere, everything would change.
Yoongi winced at his thoughts and the screen. You and the blonde, whom he noticed hadn't spoken on screen yet, were holding hands in the airport. You seemed to do all of the talking, while the other made sure everything went smoothly. He chuckled slightly as she handed you your passport from her own pocket behind the camera. Namjoon would enjoy the camaraderie of someone as forgetful as he is.
He hoped you would too. He hoped they would be worth everything to come.
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You were late. Thirty-two minutes late to be exact. At 8:32, you were still in bed. You blew hair out of your face with a huff. Beefcake lumbered around the kitchen, crying for her routine breakfast. Uncharacteristically, you ignored her. You watched a text pop up on your screen, just what you were waiting for.
You laughed as you flung the covers over yourself. Beefcake was sitting in your doorway, shooting a demanding stare at you. You complied and hurried to the kitchen.
It didn't take you long to get ready. After years of perfecting your morning routine and understanding your sensory needs, it took 20 minutes to get out the door. You threw on a cotton tank and a pair of Abigail's old jorts, grabbing a sweater and your wallet on the way out.
She was already outside, sitting in her white Jeep on the gravel road that connected your house and hers. You slid into the passenger seat, feeling the song's bass shake you as you waved to her. She waved back, and you set off.
Abigail was your best friend. You think you'd call her a sister if you knew what having one felt like. Her blonde hair rustled in the wind, she refused to let her windows up in the summer, and you saw the small spot behind her ear where a cochlear implant used to be. You remember the last time she wore it, and the sounds of her slamming it at her parents' feet. She only wore her hair down after that. You blinked rapidly, being pulled out of thought by her waving hand near yours as she stopped at a red light.
"Why did you actually talk about your soulmate on stream?" she signed. She turned her head to continue driving, but you knew she was waiting for an answer through her peripheral vision. You sighed and turned your head away, attempting to ignore her.
She wiggled her hand into your view, then continued one-handedly. Abigail never spoke, but was never ignored. "You haven't wanted to talk about it before. You didn't even want me to know." She peered at you from above her sunglasses quizzically.
You waited until she turned her head back to the road before signing. Her gaze was a pressure you didn't always need. "I just," you paused, hands hanging in the air limply, "I don't know."
You knew it wasn't the answer she was looking for, but she accepted it nonetheless. You both entered the Post Office, greeting the workers politely. Your routine meant you see the same people every week. There was only one other person there besides you and the staff, loitering to the side of the counter.
"Hi, (Y/N)!" the lady behind the counter grinned, giving Abbi a wave beside you. She nodded to her coworker, who began walking a large bin around the side to you.
"Hi, Mrs. Reeta. How has your week been?" you asked. This conversation was the same every week, and you loved it. Though your face likely didn't show it. She smiled, "Great, honey." She waved the man over from the side. "You actually have a special delivery this week. It had to be delivered and signed for in person!" She giggled, shimmying her shoulders as the man handed a clipboard to you. You signed, quickly handing it back.
"This should be good!" Mrs. Reeta said, tapping an acrylic nail against the counter. "He's been waiting since we opened."
You looked at the man, watching as he bowed nervously and promptly speedwalked out of the glass doors. Abigail shot you a long look that you returned. You smiled your best smile, one you practiced many times on Abigail as kids. "Thank you, i'll have to let you know what it is next week."
You turned on your heels and almost matched the speed walk before you. "You do that, Honey!" Mrs. Reeta called after you.
Abigail slammed her door shut, turning to look at you with ferocity. "I told you!" she signed, before pointing at the box in your lap. The rest of the packages were slung into the back, unimportant compared to this one.
A black matte box sat heavy in your lap. Two glossy, vertical trapeoids stared back at you. "What is this logo?" you signed, not looking at Abbi. You didn't want to see the answer. You peeked one eye open nonetheless, bracing for impact.
"BTS."
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"She received it," Sejin confirmed as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
Namjoon sighed, relief rushing over him. He took over communication with Sejin this morning, letting his other soulmates relax for the first time in 24 hours. He had seen pacing, eyes glued to phones all playing a certain YouTube channel, bickering, and bristling nerves as they all waited.
"You gave her an ADA seat?"
"Yes."
"Everything was included?"
"Yes."
"The note too?"
"Yes, Namjoon." Sejin assured, watching as Namjoon craned his neck back. "Don't worry, everything will work out. I know it."
"How do you know?" Namjoon whispered. "This isn't a life most people can handle."
"If she's meant for you, there will always be a way for it to work."
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"I don't want to film this." You gestured. All of the other boxes were opened, filmed, and ready to be edited. Abigail looked up from a box, fishing makeup from the bottom and tucking it to the side.
The black box was staring at you, large and menacing. All of the other boxes were strewn around you on the floor, tossed aside in preparation for this one. Abbi scooted closer, staring down with you.
"Don't. If this is what I think it is, then it's meant for you. Only you." She pointed at you for emphasis.
You nodded. "You're right." With a deep breath, you pulled the lid off.
Purple tissue paper greeted you, blocking the contents from view. A small, white card sat on top.
Dear (Y/N),
Your advocacy and continued support for the Autism community, as well as your openness in sharing your experiences as a member of that community, have deeply moved our staff. We are committed to advancing acceptance and education within the broader public, and it is our understanding that these goals are shared between you and our organization. It is with utmost pleasure that BigHit Entertainment invites you to the opening night of BTS's upcoming tour. Please find your tickets, flight, and hotel confirmations within this package. Should you choose to use the optional second concert and flight ticket for a companion, please have them arrive with the enclosed Non-Disclosure Agreement (NDA) signed.
You immediately thrust the note into Abigail's hands and pulled the purple tissue paper back. Staring up at you was a pair of headphones. You gasped, pulling them out. You knew these. A recently released pair of noise-canceling headphones, said to be the best on the market. Before you could focus more on them, a glimmer caught your eye.
You grabbed at the item and stared as it came into view. A purple, bedazzled ARMY Bomb. The purple rhinestones stung at your palm, an uneasy texture. You turned to Abbi, watching her comprehend the note. Once she looked up, you handed the purple stick over. "You can use this at the concert."
She ignored the ARMY bomb, pushing it to the side to look at you. She pointed, handing you the card again. It was flipped to the back.
In messy handwriting, it read, "Can't Wait," With seven signatures below.
-
Seven tense men funneled backstage. Thirty minutes till showtime. Jimin leaned back in his seat, watching the room. Taehyung and Jungkook sat close, talking low as their knees touched. Jimin scoffed, remembering their impromptu bet over rhinestones. Hoseok and Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, discussing footwork. Hoseok pointed, then manually adjusted Yoongi. Jin leaned over the back of the couch, watching over Namjoon's shoulder at his phone screen.
Jimin leaned forward, suddenly curious. "Hyung-"
Namjoon shut his phone off and shot off the couch. "She's here!" The room stilled. He gulped, looking them each in the eye. "She was just escorted to her seat, and she knows she's meeting us after."
They all nodded.
Namjoon waited for them to file out of the room in front of him, then he took a deep breath.
"Hyung"
He turned, seeing Jungkook in the door frame.
"Yes?"
"Does she know?"
Namjoon sighed, pulling Jungkook in for a hug. He felt the tightness in Jungkook's shoulders. "I don't know." The tenseness stayed, maybe even tightened more. He usually knew.
-
"Please put it on! I packed it for you!"
"I can't. It'll show my soulmark."
"That's the point!"
Abigail rolled her eyes, thrusting the shirt at you. Her hands were quick, fast-paced as she reasoned with you. "You talked about your soulmate for a reason. Show some of the mark! Maybe they'll recognize it. They could help you find your soulmate." She threw her hands down once you took the hanger, like she had argued that the sky was blue.
"Ok, Ok. I'll wear it." You acquiesced.
She clapped, jumping onto the hotel bed with joy. You turned, walking into the bathroom to change. Abbi beamed; tonight, her best friend was meeting her soulmate. She was sure of it.
-
The Arena was bristling with energy. So was Abbi. She loved the bass in the songs and the flashing lights most concerts seemed to have, and kept tapping you, pointing to the different costumes.
You nodded along absentmindedly. The noise was astounding. It was already warm, and you knew it would get hot as the evening progressed. You pulled the headphones on, seeking some comfort. Abbi caught this in her peripheral and turned to you.
"If you need to leave, just tell me. We can handle it, together."
You smiled back at her and nodded.
Abbi remembered a few of your meltdowns from the past year. Though they were few and far between, they were intense when they broke through your thick barrier of accommodations. Crying, yelling at nothing in particular, pulling at yourself in any which way that soothed. Even if it was to your detriment. They even disregulated her the first time she saw one. After the first few years, when you finally let her touch you, she took over helping you through them. She still did it even now, and she'd do it as long as she needed to. She turned back to the stage as the lights dimmed, wondering if your soulmate could do the same.
You saw the lights dim and heard the crowds' subdued roar through your headphones. Army Bombs lit up across a black sea as seven figures rose from a platform beneath the stage. An electric feeling crackled across the crowd, screams growing even louder. The men turned, looking to the crowd, and the concert began.
I loved the "Eight's a crowd"! It was so smooth and amazing!
-🧁
Hii Cupcake!!!
I’ve been good! Been getting my degree lol, I’ve had a really formative few years. I’m resurfacing a bit with the comeback but don’t know how consistent I’ll be. Sorry I’ve been MIA!
Thank you!! I’m spinning vlog mc around a little bit but am really excited about her story. 🥰
Summary: The absence of their eighth soulmate weighing heavily, Bangtan decides to give up on their search until a familiar face pops up online.
Warnings: Ot7 x Reader, Soulmate AU, Autism, Eventual Smut and Angst
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We never met, but she's all I see at night
Never met, but shes always on mind
Who is my heart waiting for?
If every day I think about her
Yeah, every day of my life
Then tell me why I haven't found her
Jimin's own voice rings back to him through the practice room, reverberating through him as he moves. Hoseok sits on the floor, leaning against the mirrored backing as he watches the fluidity of Jimin's efforts. Even on his worst days, he flows from one movement to the next. A transition so effortless you wouldn't think it's real. Years of watching, however, attune you to the readable quirks of a dancer. A jerk, a slump, a twitch. Jimin is out of it, and Hoseok knows why.
"Three days until tour." He says, eyes narrowing on Jimin's feet. They hit the next mark.
"I know that," Jimin replies coolly. He makes his next spot, holds the count, and continues.
"Not with that dancing you don't."
Jimin huffs back, but doesn't speak. His pace quickens.
"Slow down!" Hoseok calls, starting to clap the beat for Jimin. "I know you want it perfect, but you have to focus for it to be."
Jimin stops, arms in the air. "Stop." He runs to his phone to pause the music.
Never met, but she's always on my mind
"What?" Hoseok rolls his eyes. "Don't take it personal!"
Wanna give her the world and so much more
"Shut up!" JImin slams his phone down, turning back to Hoseok. "she's singing."
Who is my heart waiting for?
-
The Twitch stream Jungkook had on in the background caught his attention, making him look up to his monitor.
I'll take her places they ain't found yet
I'll put it all on the line
"I really like this song," the streamer muttered, focused on her own monitor. She kept singing along before hitting a boss. "Fuck."
He watched, logging out of TikTok and slumping into his chair more. He had nothing to do, preferring to give himself a few days of rest before starting a tour. Plus, a good way to brush up on his English was watching an American streamer. He'd watched this one a few times. Her more monotone voice made it easier to follow along.
The streamer looked over at her chat quickly.
"The song is Who by Jimin," She read aloud. "It's about looking for his soulmate." She and Jungkook nodded at the same time. He hummed in agreement at the comment. He remembered holding Jimin just a few weeks ago, both distraught over the emptiness they'd all started feeling. The weight of one missing part to themselves was starting to weigh heavy.
"Have you met your soulmate?" She read again, squinting down at the chat. Jungkook refocused on the stream. She leaned back in her chair, pausing the game as she shook her head.
"No, unfortunately." She looked around, avoiding the screen. "But!" she pointed at the chat, as if it were someone she knew. "I know a few things about them. I have that recessive trait where I get flashes randomly, and I can see what they're doing from their perspective." She nodded along with the chat, "Yeah, pretty lucky. Hopefully, I'll find him soon. At least, I think my soulmate is a him; the voice is deeper, and his hands seem pretty big." She talked quickly, looking away from the camera.
"Jimin has the same thing," Jungkook muttered to himself. He suddenly found himself in a bad mood, not wanting to think about their search anymore. Jimin had been more reserved lately, not having had a vision in the past few months. He thought back to the notebooks Namjoon had splayed across their coffee table, sitting on the floor as everyone crowded the couch, grilling Jimin about the visions as he sat in the middle. Hair color, voice, height, street names, the list could go on.
"What do you know about him? From the visions, I mean?" She repeated another comment. Jungkook watched her lean back again, thinking hard. He knew that look; the decision to tell anyone about the contents of a vision was hard. He watched Jimin make it over and over again. It was hard to hear that your soulmate lived in America, or that she only seemed to speak English. Jimin always knew it wasn't something that any of them wanted to hear, yet he always told them.
"I need to watch something else," he groaned, rubbing his hands over his welling eyes. He reached for the mouse.
Knock knock knock. In rapid succession on his studio door.
"Jungkook!" Jimin and Hoseok yelled. "Let us in!"
"What is it?" He called out, moving the click out of the stream. He really did not want to be reminded of his failures right now.
"He had a vision!" Hoseok banged on the door again. "Let us in now!"
Jungkook jumped up, knocking his chair down to the floor and rushing to open the door. "What did you see, baby?" He asked as soon as he saw Jimin standing there, cupping his face gently.
Jimin gasped, stumbling back from Jungkook's hold, "Her," and pointed to the monitor across the room.
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You inhaled deeply. "Ok. I'll tell you what I know so far 'cause maybe you can help me." You stared at the comments as they rolled in, not wanting to look at the monitor. It was too much like looking into a person's eyes at times. Some days were better, but today wasn't one of them.
"I know that he lives in Korea. I've heard him speak Korean a few times before, and seen signs as he drives around sometimes. I also know that he likes to make beats or sing." Your voice rose up the slightest amount at the end. It was a question for you. You saw too many different things and different studios to narrow it down.
"Something along those lines, He's got some sort of studio thing he rents out or something." You lifted your hands up. "But that's all I've got. Everything else is just quick glimpses. I've never even seen him looking in a mirror or taking a selfie." You read a few comments, exhaling at the funny ones. "Yeah," you agreed with one, "that would be helpful."
You shifted in your seat, pulling a foot up to your chest as you leaned forward. "Ok." You unpasued the game again, eager to stop thinking about the images flashing through your head. "Don't comment your soulmate success stories or you're banned."
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"Are you sure?" Jin asked, leaning over Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon, with all the other members crowded around him, seated in Jungkook's chair, watching you play a game. Jin held the notebooks up to the monitor. The drawings Taehyung did were close, but he still had his doubts. The eyes were wider, hair shorter, just not exact.
Hoseok looked through his fingers from the back of the crowd. "How is she not scared?" You moved through the horror game with ease, jumpscares rolling off you quick. You blinked rapidly at the flashing lights of the game's death screen, shook your head a few times, and restarted the challenge.
jImin nodded, "I'm absolutely sure." You turned your head to the side as you took a sip of water. "Look!" He pointed at the monitor, stretching past Namjoon. "I have seen that freckle, in that spot, in my visions."
Taehyung took the sketches he had done out of Jin's hands, holding them up so everyone could see. "I've drawn it," he ran his finger along the curve of your sketched neck, stopping at the freckle Jimin had made sure was in the right spot. "I've drawn her."
Jin tried to pause the stream immediately, pounding on the space bar. "Ahh!"
"Hyung!" Jungkook tried to stop him. "Don't break it!"
"Make it pause, Kook!"
"It's a stream, it doesn't pause!"
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You sighed, leaning back in your chair as Twitch returned to the Home Screen. "That was a good one, beefcake," you said, hoping your fat cat was somewhere in the room.
"Mrrow." Beefcakes' small head emerged from the top of her cat tower.
"Yeah, yeah," you grumbled, standing up and stretching. "It's how I afford all that kibble, fatty."
"Brro."
"Sorry." You shuffled to the bathroom. No matter how tired you were, the routine needed to stay the same. You started with brushing your teeth, looking down at the to-do list on your phone.
PR pickup
Film PR
Gym
Tutoring session at 4 PM
You nodded to yourself before finishing up. You slipped into pajamas, gave beefcake a kiss, and went to bed.
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"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Taehyung asked, slumped over on the table.
"Yes, keep bedazzling," Jungkook muttered quietly next to him.
"What if being autistic means you don't like rhinstones?"
Jungkook stared at him. "Then I peel them off one by one and give you a 100-dollar bill. Bedazzle."
"Ughhhh." He groaned as he picked up his glue.
They worked quickly in the background noise of Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon huddled over Namjoon's phone. Their manager, Sejin, and a social media consultant rattled off the facts quick.
"She's been posting on YouTube for about 5 years, hitting more rapid growth after the first year when she shared her Autism diagnosis in a video titled: Autism: Enemies of Women and Puzzle Pieces." The group nodded along.
Their new consultant chimed in, "Mentions of soulmates include only two quick sentences in one YouTube video, in that one she talked about her soulmark, and then there is the stream you just watched. Her fanbase is actually posting a lot about this stream currently because it's the most she's ever mentioned a soulmate or even confirmed that she has not met them yet."
Yoongi leaned over table, resting his elbows on it and running his hands through his black hair. "Has she ever posted anything showing the mark?"
The consultant sucked in a breath. "No. Sorry."
He cursed under his breath and walked away, heading to Jimins' still form on their couch. He sat next to him silently before placing a gentle hand on his knee and rubbing in soft circles.
"Are you sure this is the correct P.O. box?" Jin asked, looking down at a text on his phone.
Sejin hummed. "Yes, and looking through past TikTok posts, if she posts the day after picking up PR, then she should pick it up tomorrow."
"So she could come to our first show?"
Everyone perked up, eyes on the group huddled around the phone.
"Yes," Sejin said, "We'll have someone waiting at the office when it opens to drop the package off, and if it turns out it's not her, we can make another donation to a foundation of her choosing and show our support for the community - works in your favor either way."
Sejin knew they weren't listening to the last part, hearing the whoops and chatter in the room.
"Thank you," Namjoon whispered, watching his soulmates hug and talk. They flitted around the room, talking to each other, crying to each other, kissing softly.
Sejin smiled. He knew how Namjoon sounded when he cried.
"Anything for my boys."
The call ended, and a three day countdown began.
-
"Let me try!" Jimin begged, reaching across the table. He had sat with Jungkook all night, long after everyone went to bed. He knew how Jungkook was, though; he wouldn't go to sleep until it was perfect. One of your videos played in the background, which made their heart rate jump as you ran across a highway, stopping at the median to pick up a small tabby. They talked for a bit as they watched, wondering if you kept it. Would they meet it if you did?
"Oh, now you want to bedazzle! You just want to be able to say you worked on it too." Jungkook retracted the bedazzling stick. This was your first impression of them, of their work, of who they are. It had to be perfect.
"Yes. Give it!"
"Too bad." Jungkook teased, putting the final stone in place. "It's done!"
Vlog mc is a famous YouTuber with millions of subscribers. She makes videos about her navigating life as a woman with autism. She gained traction with her educational videos, but her real draw was her fun personality and care for her fans. Her videos are flooded with comments from fans who appreciate her honesty and representation.
Some of her biggest fans are BTS. The boys love her videos, personality, and everything they've seen about her. They didn't mean to love her, but it's hard not to. After one of their concerts, she updated, and they daydreamed that it was a gift for them. They replayed the video over and over as artists scrubbed away their makeup, sets were broken down, and they were finally shuttled back to their hotel room, where they watched the video "just one more time."
MC posts a video titled "How I get through a meltdown." and it sends the boys into a tizzy. Not just because they're worried about their poor girl being overstimulated, or because she looks so cute as she explains her coping mechanism, but because when she says she uses music to drown out uncomfortable noises, she turns her phone around to show one of their albums.
Her next video is one of their all-time favorites. "Ranking my Top 50 Dinosaurs." MC goes on an hour-long presentation of her favorite dinosaurs and why, stimming and ranting so cutely that they can feel the hearts in their eyes. They spend the rest of the night watching stimming compilations made by other fans and raving on Stan twitter with alt accounts.
When MC finally sets up a PO box for fanmail, they fill it to the brim with gifts. Jimin makes a sweater for mc, with a stegosaurus hand sewn to the front. When he sees her wearing it in her next video, he can't decide between crying in joy or cumming in his pants. Jungkook sends her a hand-painted card, with a note telling her about his love and gratefulness for her. (purposefully messing up his handwriting) When MC gets teary-eyed on live from reading it, he screenshots and prints it out to hang in his room. (and cries too, but he'll never admit it.)
After so long of this, the gifts and videos aren't enough. They need to meet her. But how can they do that? She may be well-known, but she's nowhere near their status. Maybe, they think, they can get her into a function. They ask for an extra invite to an awards show and inconspicuously send it to their pretty girl's PO box, along with a dress they know she'll love. All those hours of studying her favorite colors, body shape, and safe textures pay off as they watch her gush over the pretty dress through her videos.
Finally, after years of watching her through a screen, they see her. They're dressed in textures she'll want to touch, colors she'll stare at for a little too long, and done up so handsomely that it'll make her stutter and stim as they lean in just a little too close. They swear as she rocks back and forth, giggles at their jokes, and softly rubs the wrist of their suits that she'll be theirs. Forever.
THIS IS EVERYTHING 😔😔😫😭😭 MC IS SO FUCKING CUTE AA and the boys too JUST !! this is such a lovely idea☹
is it okay to ask, if any of them have any merch? (if mc has any), do the boys have movie nights where its just everyone picking their fav video from mcs channel. and it just very quickly becomes three hours of "watching the essential videos when binge watching mc" (orrrsmthin idk /_\)
i have sm things i want to ask and learn about this but!! i do not want to overwhelm you and you dont have to answer any of the questions above btw! i was just curious :3c
and also and also does PLS TELL ME THAT ONE OF THE BOYS PICKED UP ON DINOS OR SMTHIN, maybe even through mcs videos?? im just imagining maybe joon going to the library to find somethinf interesting to read about dinos. so that he could share it with mc :3 maybe makes a reading list for mc :(((
dino stickers?
again SORRY for the loaded reblog and about the amount of questions!! im just excited about the fic dump :'>
Ahh don’t worry!! I love talking abt the MCs and answering questions! Ask as many as you want! My inbox is also open if that’s a good way to share your questions and thoughts for you!!
Oh god if she has merch they have it all. I bet they’d have an agreement that they can’t wear it while being filmed, but one of the boys forgets and wears it to bed. So, while filming something like in the soop, the cameras catch one of the boys wearing one of her merch tops. Both their and her fans go “hmm. Interesting 🤔” and play detective on Twitter for a few days. (Until another boy distracts from that with a thirst trap)
PLEASE each of them getting to pick a video and arguing over who gets to go first, etc. like siblings. They would also always end up going past the amount of videos and time limit they set for themselves, but none of them ever regret it.
OH THEY DEFINITELY PICKED UP ON DINOS!! that’s why Jimin makes her a stegosaurus sweater :(( and they do a bunch of research on dinosaurs and special interests in autistic people so that they better understand it! They’d send her plenty of dinosaur things! Just like the books and stickers. Imagine Jin being the one who sent the stickers and absolutely cooing over how they’re all over her water bottle. 🥺
Again, I love questions and I love when people care enough to ask. I’m so glad you enjoy the fic idea!!! ♥️♥️
Vlog mc is a famous YouTuber with millions of subscribers. She makes videos about her navigating life as a woman with autism. She gained traction with her educational videos, but her real draw was her fun personality and care for her fans. Her videos are flooded with comments from fans who appreciate her honesty and representation.
Some of her biggest fans are BTS. The boys love her videos, personality, and everything they've seen about her. They didn't mean to love her, but it's hard not to. After one of their concerts, she updated, and they daydreamed that it was a gift for them. They replayed the video over and over as artists scrubbed away their makeup, sets were broken down, and they were finally shuttled back to their hotel room, where they watched the video "just one more time."
MC posts a video titled "How I get through a meltdown." and it sends the boys into a tizzy. Not just because they're worried about their poor girl being overstimulated, or because she looks so cute as she explains her coping mechanism, but because when she says she uses music to drown out uncomfortable noises, she turns her phone around to show one of their albums.
Her next video is one of their all-time favorites. "Ranking my Top 50 Dinosaurs." MC goes on an hour-long presentation of her favorite dinosaurs and why, stimming and ranting so cutely that they can feel the hearts in their eyes. They spend the rest of the night watching stimming compilations made by other fans and raving on Stan twitter with alt accounts.
When MC finally sets up a PO box for fanmail, they fill it to the brim with gifts. Jimin makes a sweater for mc, with a stegosaurus hand sewn to the front. When he sees her wearing it in her next video, he can't decide between crying in joy or cumming in his pants. Jungkook sends her a hand-painted card, with a note telling her about his love and gratefulness for her. (purposefully messing up his handwriting) When MC gets teary-eyed on live from reading it, he screenshots and prints it out to hang in his room. (and cries too, but he'll never admit it.)
After so long of this, the gifts and videos aren't enough. They need to meet her. But how can they do that? She may be well-known, but she's nowhere near their status. Maybe, they think, they can get her into a function. They ask for an extra invite to an awards show and inconspicuously send it to their pretty girl's PO box, along with a dress they know she'll love. All those hours of studying her favorite colors, body shape, and safe textures pay off as they watch her gush over the pretty dress through her videos.
Finally, after years of watching her through a screen, they see her. They're dressed in textures she'll want to touch, colors she'll stare at for a little too long, and done up so handsomely that it'll make her stutter and stim as they lean in just a little too close. They swear as she rocks back and forth, giggles at their jokes, and softly rubs the wrist of their suits that she'll be theirs. Forever.
HI!;!2$28: ITS ME AGAIN <3 the anon from the vampy boys ask <3 ( please can i be 🎀 anon if it’s not taken? )
AND IM BACK BUT W MY OWN HCS FOR HYBRID BOYS AND BABYSPACE READER <3333
joonie would walk alongside her as he took her to a littles only session of the local playarea! he has to make sure his baby doesn't get hurt 24/7 ( the playarea is a 30 second walk from their house )!
bearyjinnie and standing on his hind legs with her while she’s in babyspace, trying to teach her to walk 🥺. and when she does eventually stand, they try to push eachother over ( like polar bears do ). jin is so scared to hurt her he hardly touches her and lets his cub push him over <3
yoongles and always laying on his back around her, trusting her enough to show his stomach <3. ( i’d think he’d be a puma or something instead of a normal cat! pumas are just so yoongi idk ). mewling to her like a kitten as she babbles something across the lines of “kitty cat!“ bc hes totally not an apex predator, he’s a kitty cat.
HOBI JUMPING ON HER 24/7. LICKING HER FACE TO HEAR HER GIGGLE AND LAUGH!,!::;$$ he brings her squeaky toys to chew on, but she gets scared everytime they actually squeak :(( so he buries them all and next time he goes out to get new toys, he makes sure none of them make noise <3
KITTYMIN purring and slowly blinking at her, trying to say "ilysm🫶", but baby thinks theres something in his eyes, and wipes his eyes 'gently' ( but shes a baby so, yknow ☹️ ), making jimin meow loudly in discomfort and everyone else laughing at him
taefox rubbing their noses together and happily yipping everytime she does it back <3 he'd also cuddle with her under piles and piles of blankets to "preserve heat" (its the hottest day of the year)
JUNGBUNNY RUBBING HIMSELF AGAINST HER ALLLL THEEE TIME. making sure she knows her fluffy bunny is there always!!!! standing on his hind legs whenever she gurgles "bunny stand!". he's willing to do anything she says <3
all of them hating whenever she's in a big headspace, so they force her to be a baby by putting her pacifier in her mouth and treating her naturally how they would treat their young. it works every time!
Hi!! Yes, you definitely can be!
Joonie being so intimidating when they go on walks!! omg. He'd be her scary ass escort that's smiling at her giggling and growling at dogs that come too close.
AWWW FAKE PUSH FIGHTS!! He'd just barely brush her with his fuzzy paws and dramatically fall back. I think there would be a time where to push him down, mc hugs him and hes so surprised that they both fall back together.
Also the trying to teach her to walk makes me think of the possibility of penguin! hybrid jimin (yes he's a tabby cat rn but the idea is just so cute) Penguins put their babys feet on top of theirs to teach them to walk, and imagine jimin doing it with mc!! he'd be so happy to be fufilling his more primal urge to care for her, and would gush over her excited giggles as daddy helps her walk.
You're right! He's a black panther hybrid. He'd be so soft for her. He's definitely not a big scary predator, he's her kitty kat that purrs and shows her his stomach anytime shes near. I can imagine him stalking into her room in his shifted form, looking all scary and intense, just to immediately flop onto his back when he's close enough for her to reach down and pet his stomach.
OMG HIM BURYING THE SCARY TOYS!! that's so cute. 🥺 mc would be so confused when she's big, asking where all his toys are, and he'd just smile and go "They scared my baby, so I buried them." (She'd be so touched that he did that for her, and equally embarassed that she was so scared.) He'd definitely make her go to the pet store with him when she's little, just to be completely sure that all toys are baby approved.
awww poor Minnie, just trying to tell his baby how much he loves her and gets a eyeful of fingers. They'd all find it funny as fuck, until baby starts wailing cause she hurt her kitty :( He'd have to curl up in her arms and lick at her fingers to make her stop crying.
He so would!! he needs to let out his affections for her, and the reciprocation of his more animalistic forms of affection just scratch an itch that human affection can't. He'd drag her into his little makeshift den (gently of course) and nip at the hands of any of the boys who reach into it. Can't they see that he's gettting her comfortable? so rude.
jungkook following little her around in bunny and human form, doing whatever she so cutely asks him to. :(( Making himself known with soft headbutts and chirps when she calls out for her bunny. He'd respond to her so much in bunny form that even in human form his head snaps around when she says anything close to "bunny."
While I don't think they hate her big headspace (they love all of them) they do definitely have times where her little space is just so endearing that they want to induce it. Putting her paci in her mouth, only respoding to childish speech, stopping her from doing things because she's "too little", only treating her like their young, etc. are all things they would do to get and keep her in littlespace. 100% success rate.
Have you ever thought about a scenario where MC is the youngest member of BTS? Cause sometimes I wonder how the boys would keep their yandere tendencies on low profile if their target of affection also have to be in front of cameras and sometimes being followed by paparazzis or sasaengs
I have thought of it! I don't plan to do any member of BTS aus, but there will be stories with separately famous MCs.
In the video mc series, the boys will have to subdue their yandere tendencies with an mc who is on camera and in the public eye, along with containing themselves when her own and their obsessive fans cross boundaries/attack her.
Summary: He’s always been your protector, even when you didn’t know it.
Warnings: Stalking, Age Regression, Infantilization, Death/Murder, Nightmare, titles “papa” and “dada” used.
A/N: This is the first installment of the “Reminiscent” drabble series. In the Oh, Brother! Universe, All of them remember an encounter with mc before she knew she was theirs. (I suggest reading the chapter series before this series for context.)
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“Ah!”
You jolted up in bed, sweat misting your face and neck. You reached blindly across the bed. Both of your hands felt a person curled up on either side of you. Jimin, to your left, lazily opened his eyes. He scanned your form for a second before registering the panic across your face. His half-mast eyes shot open as he shot up.
“Baby! What’s wrong? What happened?” His hands cupped your face as his eyes scoured your frame.
You shook your head, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. “Nightmare.”
He sighed in relief. “Ok, ok,” He whispered, pulling you into his tight hold. He rocked you gently for a few moments.
“Dada?” You pulled back to gaze up at him. Only the minimal light from your bedside alarm clock helped you see his bare-faced features. Gorgeous, soft, and gentle eyes looked at you like you were the moon and stars in the pitch-blackness of your shared room.
“Yes?”
“I need Papa. Gotta make sure he ok.”
“Oh, baby,” He placed a series of kisses on your left temple, “Of course.”
He slid out of bed gently, helping you step down quietly as Jungkook lay like a rock in his original spot. He would stay put like a well-worn river stone until the blare of an alarm awoke him.
The worry for your Papa made you hurriedly stomp to the door of your room.
“Where’s Papa?” You asked, already turning the doorknob.
“In his office. Papa doesn’t sleep with you on Saturday, baby.”
You huffed. “Papa,” You muttered the name until you reached the end of the hall, Jimin hot on your heels. “Papa, Papa, Papa.”
Jimin turned the doorknob, letting the small illumination shine on the corner of Hobi’s office. A small twin bed was tucked away, covered with a black comforter and one thin pillow. Hobi was resting on the pillow, his head thrown back and mouth slightly agape as snores escaped him. Jimin leaned against the door frame and gave your back a slight push.
“Go ahead. He won’t be mad. He’s never mad when you need him.”
With the soft push, you timidly tiptoed to Hoseok's side.
Jimin watched for a moment as you built up the courage to reach out your hand. He could connect the dots. The nightmare you had must have involved him. Maybe he died? Were you scared of losing him? He smiled at the thought. Loving them enough to have nightmares about losing them? He could preen like a peacock at the idea. With a puffed chest, he closed the door and sauntered back to your bedroom.
“Papa.” You tapped his shoulder lightly.
His eyes immediately opened, Scanning and flitting across the room like always. Hoseok was always aware of his surroundings. Now, his entire surrounding was you. He took in your tear-streaked cheeks, red eyes, and shaking hands. Before he could register his shock, you bust into another bout of tears.
“Papa!” You sobbed, immediately clambering onto the bed and his lap. The bed creaked with your racking shoulders.
“Doll-”
“Thought you were gone!” You hiccuped. “Had a nightmare, and Papa left.” You dragged out the end of “Left.” with a pitiful whine and another hiccup.
Hoseok's hands rubbed your shoulders, kneading the flesh gently.
“Oh, my poor dolly. C’mere.”
He pulled you down onto his chest and busied himself with petting your back.
“Papa’s not going anywhere.” He whispered. You nodded against him but only cried more. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” Hoseok held your chin, forcing eye contact. Your bloodshot eyes hurt him more than a knife to the heart.
“I need you to say it.” He whispered, pleading. For once in his life, he found himself begging. “I need to know that you believe it.”
You sniffled and nodded. Your voice wavered and cracked.
“Papa’s not goin’ anywhere.”
He smiled. “Yeah. That’s right. Papa’s always gonna be here. Always.”
As you finally smiled, he remembered the truth in his statement.
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Money was always an issue. You needed to leave your mother's house, but jobs were scarce, and the two you did have didn’t pay well. They all knew that and tried to help their girl in any way possible. Every time they found their way into your room while you were busy at work, they’d replace stolen chapsticks and panties with cash and coins. Stuffed between cushions, socks, and pockets, the money was shoved into your piggy bank. As you scrimped and saved with their provisions, your soon-to-be boyfriends happily watched from conveniently placed teddy bears and laptop cams.
Poor thing. Hoseok thought as he watched you lock the doors to your second jobs store. She must be so tired. He knew you were. Following your routes and schedule for the past few months had made him privy to your mannerisms and subsequent meanings. You were slouched over as you dug through your bag and pulled out a small box.
Oh no. You were putting earbuds on, head still down as you continued down the dark sidewalk. He wished you would stop at the bus stop you were approaching, but you continued on. The money you needed to save was taken from many things, including safe transportation. Hoseok sighed. She really does need daddy to look out for her.
He set off a block behind you, watching as you made your way home. His eyes scanned every door and alley, aware and calculating. You turned to the left, disappearing around a brick corner.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hoseok saw a creeping darkness. A man in a dark hoodie slid out of an alleyway, aiming for you. Hoseok felt anger bubble up in his throat like bile. He sped up, rapidly approaching the man as he crossed the street. The man turned but was grabbed by the back of his hoodie. Hoseok yanked him back, slamming the side of his head into the sharp corner of the building. A sickening crack rang out, pulling you out of your trance. You tugged one of your earbuds from your ear and turned. Nothing. After another curious glance backward, you kept walking.
Hoseok heaved, trying to steady his breathing as he listened to your footsteps grow quieter. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He grabbed the dead weight under its shoulders and started to pull. This fucking asshole is keeping me from my girl. Stupid fucking perve. Why are you so heavy? Fucking fat fuck. He dropped the body against the wall, neatly hidden behind a dumpster. The body wouldn’t be found until the morning or later.
Fuck. The hoodie. It had his fingerprints, hair, and everything else that would point an accusing finger at him. He snatched it off, pulling the blue fabric into his backpack. Ok. Nothing can incriminate me. He got mugged. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and things went south. Hoseok smiled at his bright idea and dug into the body's pockets. He opened the slim wallet and looked down at the cash tucked inside. Perfect. She’ll have a little extra allowance this month. Finally, the streetlamp cast a glimmer that caught his eye. On the body’s left hand, a golden ring winked at him. He pulled it off a limp fourth finger and held it in the palm of his hand. A ravenous smile spread across his face.
Fate.
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Hoseok lulled you to sleep as he remembered his devotion with a smile. His hands rubbed your back and neck gently, and he muttered quiet reassurances.
You clung onto the soft fabric of your Papas hoodie. It was a dark blue, speckled with red spots along the neck and chest that he insisted were the result of his messy eating, and fit him just loosely enough that you could bury your head underneath it if you wanted.
You were doing just that. You were breathing in steady breaths of his comforting scent as your fingers rubbed against the cotton. Hoseok's hands were busy rubbing your back and supporting his head as he looked down at the lump underneath his hoodie. He chuckled. Like a rabbit hiding away in her burrow.
“That’s it, Doll. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, not even sure that you could hear him. The hand rubbing his sleeve was now limp, curled up along his side as you laid atop him. Only your nose and whisps of fluttering eyelashes were visible from your hiding spot. Your comfortable huffs tickled his neck. Hoseok smiled, crooked and unsettling.
i really needed this news :( i had such an emotional day and just seeing the update finally gave me a bit of life again. thank you so much for sharing your work, love u 🤍
AHHH YES SHES BACK!!!!
I'm so glad the update came at a good time for you!! I hope it took your mind off of your day for a little while!
thank you for reading and supporting! I get so happy when ppl enjoy the chapters and tell me, it means so much. Love u <3
Summary: A letter you never thought would be read turns your life upside down.
Warnings: Age regression, Yandere behavior, Spiders, Ot7 x reader, Smut, Character death, etc. (Chapter Specific Warnings will be included.)
A/N: asks and other posts about this series are under the ‘letter mc’ tag, and text imagines are under ‘letter mc texts.’ both are tagged on this Masterlist.
🍄 - hi hi hi! I have returned from my busy schedule (hopefully for a while 😓)
I just had to stop and tell you how much I adore your latest Lettter!MC piece!! It’s so good, I could practically see the stickers and glitter used and I was wiggling in my seat the entire time (I read it during my new department’s orientation (boring!) and it made my day!) thank you so so much for posting it!! 💕
Omg hi lovey!!! It’s so good to hear from you again!
I’m glad letter mc gave you a little reprieve from work 😌 and thank you!! I’ve been planning the letter mc story for a while so I was rly excited to post the first chapter today!
Summary: A letter you never thought would be read turns your life upside down.
Warnings: Age regression, use of title “daddy”, pet spider.
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The laptop burned bright luminescence at red eyes, signaling its bitter need for rest. You ignored the woeful cries of your battered keyboard. Pages needed to be written and editors needed to be satiated so that they could take red pens and slash through ideas, plots, characters, hopes, and dreams. You were on the final page of this month's deadline, perfectly timed for a much-needed vacation.
You finished as the sun rose and pressed send just as the clock struck seven. You leaned back into the plush comfort of your couch and looked across the room.
“Hanging in there, webster?”
Webster burrowed further into her substrate, only fuzzy legs visible. The tarantula's pink toes wiggled around the dirt before finally stilling. You smiled, eyes pinned on your companion as she started to snooze.
You moved your laptop to the side and fell back into plush pillows. You had no more work, no place to be, or responsibilities to fill. Webster's water bowl was full, Editors had their new pages, and you were free to do as you wanted. You sighed. Pulling yourself off the couch, you shuffled to your bedroom. A pink box stared at you from under your bed, waiting for you to slip and fall into its contents. You obliged and slid it across the soft carpet into the living room.
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"He's gonna love this." You whispered.
You threw the marker cap down onto the pink rug below you, that you were kneeling on. You had on a shirt two sizes too big, a unicorn displayed proudly on the front. fuzzy pink socks covered your feet while you rubbed them together to soothe your buzzing nerves.
But what if he didn't like it? What if he threw it out? Sure, the stickers were pretty, the glitter sparkly, and the contents sweet, but what if that wasn't enough?
"He not gonna love it." You cried, fat tears welling in your eyes. You wrapped your hands around your legs, burying your head in between your knees. Your shoulders shook as you whimpered.
Suddenly, through your bleary sight, you saw a glimpse of pink beneath the table. You pulled your head out from between your knees and bent down to the floor.
An envelope! Small and pink, it stuck out from the pile of crafting supplies strewn haphazardly across the floor.
You pulled it from the pile and set it atop the coffee table proudly.
"He gonna love. Gotta love. Daddy."
You caught yourself as you stuffed the letter full of your sweet words.
"He not daddy. Don't have daddy."
You shook your head, trying to focus your thoughts as you licked the envelope.
"Don't need daddy." You grumbled, stumbling up to your front door.
You wobbled as you put on your slippers. The apartment complex had four floors, the mail drop-off box being on the first.
"Ok," You whispered, "I can do this."
"I'm a big girl."
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"Do you want to go through fan mail?" Hoseok asked, sipping a coffee as he slumped into the couch in Namjoon's office.
He looked up from his notebook. The lyrics weren't flowing like they needed to. Only a chorus had flowed from him in the 3 hours he'd been holed up. A break didn't sound so bad.
"As long as we go by the cafeteria." He eyed the cup in Hoseoks hand.
Hoseok gave him a slow nod and pulled himself up.
"Let's get going."
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Hoseok scoffed, tossing another letter in a pile of torn envelopes and thick pages.
"Some chicks are actually insane, man."
Namjoon hummed, fiddling with the half-empty cup. he moved the latest letter to the side, his pile a neat stack compared to Hobi's maimed mountain of parchment.
He grabbed the next without a glance and brought it forward.
A pink letter.
"Interesting." He mumbled, twirling the letter forward to see the bubbly handwriting.
“What’d you say?” Hoseok asked, sparing a glance up from scribbles on notebook pages.
"Oh, Nothing." Namjoon sputtered. He carefully opened the letter, trying his best not to rip into the handwriting.
He pulled the contents from the envelope, spraying pink glitter onto his sweatpants.
"Fuck." He whispered, brushing it away. Most of it fell to the floor, but pink sparkles still winked at him from his lap. He flipped the pages open. A scribble caught his eye.
Dear Mr. Joon!
The exclamation point was written in a blue glitter pen.
Cute. He thought. Creative. I haven't heard Mr. Joon before.
He kept reading.
Your music really helps me be small. I make things too! Big me is a writer, and my company isnt always super nice about my ideas. But I really like listening to your music, hopefully, your company is nice. I hope. Dont want you to be sad like I am sometimes. But its not like sad sad, being small makes it better. I get to watch cartoons and use a sippy and take a lot of naps. I even got special clothes!! Im wearin my unicorn shirt right now! I really like it.
Do you have things that make you feel better? I hope so. you deserve to feel nice! you seem like a really nice daddy man mr. joon. have a good day!
(y/n) (l/n)
He read it over. He read it over again.
I've never gotten a letter from a little. He mused, leaning forward in his seat. He put his chin in one of his hands and let his eyes wander to the sides of the page. Little stickers littered the edges. There were stars, pink flowers along the sides, and a small pink gemstone sticker in all four corners.
She's so sweet. He read it again. Daddy?
Does she not have a caregiver? He thought, eyes widening.
How sad. She seems like she'd be really nice and behaved. Not that brats are bad, I'd still take care of a little that was a brat. Only one as sweet as this though. He nodded to himself. Only one as sweet as this.
"You ready to go? I think I've had all I can take." Hoseok groaned, leaning back in his chair as he yawned.
Namjoon's head shot up. "Uh... Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, let's go."
As they made their way out, that pink letter crept into his pocket.
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“Goodnight, Hyung.”
“ ‘Night, Koo.”
Jungkook slipped into Namjoons arms. Affection was common in the family they built in dorm rooms, tours, and countless hours with no one but each other, and this was no different. Namjoon pulled away first and patted Jungkooks shoulder.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said. His hands were on his doorknob, already twisting it open before Jungkook could respond. He barely saw Jungkooks mouth twitch before the door was shut and locked. The letter was burning a hole in his pocket, pink turning to a fiery red as he threw it onto his desk.
Why this letter? He read at least 100 others before he got to it, it shouldn’t bother him like this. He shouldn’t be writing out a reply. He shouldn’t be asking about you. He shouldn’t be writing a return address. This was his real address, what the fuck was he doing?
He kept asking himself that as he snuck down the hallway, waiting until all the lights under his bandmates' doors went dark. He knew what they’d say if they caught him responding to fan mail. They’d snatch it from his hands, lecture him, give him the silent treatment, or read it. He didn’t know why, but the latter thought annoyed him most. This was for him. She wrote to Namjoon, not BTS.
The letter made a faint thump as he slid it into the mailbox. Stickers and a small tea bag added more substantial weight to the envelope. He sighed, nerves and contentment spread along his skin and raising goosebumps.
“No turning back now,” he whispered, before closing the mailroom door.
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You pulled your coffee mug closer to your chest, mittened hands encasing the warm glass. It was all you could do to keep from throwing it across the room. You stared at the mail on your kitchen counter, bills and junk mail spread out around a single blue envelope.
It couldn’t be. You had kicked yourself when you realized what little you had done, but decided that it would be fine. They didn’t actually read fan mail. No harm, No foul. Right?
Apparently fucking not. Your hands shook as you put down your mug and slid off your mittens. One finger gently reached out to graze the looping scrawl of the envelope's return address. This wasn’t the HYBE office. You remembered how you searched for the fanmail address in little space, distracted by toy ads and BTS fancams. This address was entirely new to you.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you peeled away at the envelopes. You worked slowly at the paper to not rip it. Slowly, the contents revealed themselves. A sweet, honey-scented tea bag fell onto your counter. Then, a small sheet of stickers emerged. Little blue koalas stared back at you as you giggled.
“This is so cute.” You breathed. You dropped the stickers, letting them fall onto grey granite as you pulled a smooth paper from its blue container.
what if instead of possums and racoons, mc was obsessed with snakes and spiders instead?
IVE THOUGHT ABT AN MC WITH A PET TRARANTULA SO MUCH
it’d be very cute 🥺 but would scare the boys to death
They’d insist it stay in its enclosure and nearly fall down in a fear induced heart attack if they couldn’t see it walking around its enclosure with those furry little legs
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