Which bts wouldn’t care about age even if there’s a big age gap ? (8-12 years)
Hmm … good question.
I personally think Yoongi would care the less, closely followed my Namjoon and maybe Jimin.
I think Jimin would care more about being swept away into a romance than age.
And Yoongi would mainly look for someone whose values are aligned with his and with whom he could have serious and deep conversations.
Namjoon would probably prefer someone he is comfortable with, who wants to join him on bike rides and hikes into nature and strives to have a family (soonish), regardless of age.
About the others … I’m not so sure.
I think Jin wouldn’t want someone older, though. He would want to be the senior in the relationship, I’m pretty sure.
And with Tae and Jungkook I feel like they would be more comfortable with someone (close to) their own age or slightly younger.
But maybe I’m totally off with all of these. 🤷🏻♀️ As I said, these are just my personal thoughts on the matter. ☺️
"I know, don't remind me" Jungkook chuckled at your whining. Jungkook was leaving for tour tomorrow, it will be about 4 or 5 months before you see him next.
Jungkook was already packed and ready to go, he sorted every little thing out for you so when he leaves you'll be fine. He did everything you could ask for and more, he even stocked the freezer with ice cream and frozen pizzas so when you have a down day it's right there for you.
Jungkook took care of your every need without ask including what he considered most important, your sexual needs. Being away for so long he made sure that your sexual needs would be satisfied, with or without him being here. He even ordered you a vibrating dildo and filled your draw with batteries for it to last years.
But he also took the liberty of teaching you how to touch yourself. You however didn't think you'd have this need, but you agreed to let him teach you. For the past couple of weeks he gave you little lessons before getting impatient and pushing your hands away. "I think we should go to bed"
"Kook, it's early"
"I didn't say we would sleep" he smirked at you giggling at his words.
He walked over to your position of sitting on the couch, taking you in his arms and carrying you up to your bedroom. Your lips left little trails of kisses along his neck and jaw before he threw you onto your bed. You yelped as he climbed onto the bed hovering over you. His soft lips met yours in a heated kiss. His hands are not wasting any time pulling off both your shirts, throwing them behind his shoulder and onto the floor.
His arms snaked around your torso bringing your chests closer together as you regained the kiss. His fingers reached the clasp of your bra, undoing it and throwing it somewhere near your tops.
Jungkook kissed his way down your chest and stomach leaving your center pulsing and soaked. Jungkook's fingers hooked into the hem of your bottoms and pulled them down your legs.
"God Y/N, you're soaked" your face flushed red, blushing at his comment. You then proceeded to cover your face from embarrassment. “Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.” He's hardly touched you. His fingers explored past the elastic of your panties tugging them down effortlessly. He kissed his way back up to your face from your belly button.
"You're so beautiful, I'm going to miss you so much baby"
"I'll miss you too Kook.” Your lips met as Jungkook took your hands in his, he brought them down closer to your center. "Daddy" you breathed out as both your fingers brushed over your center
"Touch yourself for me."
"What?"
"Show me that you're going to be okay without me here for a while"
"Babe-"
"Please Y/N". Your hands left Jungkook's as they reached your wet center.
Jungkook moved back to watch you touch yourself. Your fingers were coated in your wetness as they found your clit, circling it slowly.
"Jungkook!" you moaned, biting your lip as one of your hands slipped down, poking at your entrance. Jungkook watched you, your face, your hands. You entered your finger moaning out Jungkook 's name. Your head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, and mouth slightly agape.
A groan left Jungkook's lips and your eyes opened to see him pumping his hard member in his hand. You had two fingers now pumping as Jungkook held his member in his hand pumping it at the same pace of your thrusts.
"Oh Jungkook!" You almost screamed out. "Holy shit, I'm close" your hand movements sped up, going as fast as humanly possible. "Fuck fuck fuck! Jungkook!!" The image of Jungkook 's hand moving up and down his member edging you closer to your high.
Minutes passed and both you and Jungkook were about to explode. Your name along with swears left Jungkook 's lips as you screamed out. Your high hitting you as your hands didn't stop, riding out your high.
Jungkook released his hot load all over his lower chest and hand as you pulled your hands away. Panting trying to catch your breath, Jungkook grabbed your wrist and brought your hands up to his mouth, sucking off your release from your fingers. You did the same to Jungkook as he pulled away your hand.
Jungkook was hard again and you both were ready to go for round two, savoring the moment as it will be the last for many months.
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I know this a little different from your request but since this is my very first request for prompts, I hope you still enjoyed this. I’m not the greatest SMUT writer on here.
Can I request you angst but fluff by the end where Taehyung was so busy in his work and you guys got into a little fight where you confronted how you feel his absence made you feel Unloved and a single parent in the marriage? ( pls, ignore it if it's against your conditions)
I didn’t intend to finish this before the other request I’m working on, but inspiration struck and I couldn’t stop writing! I hope this fulfills your needs for angst and fluff. Jimin maaaay make an appearance, hence the header 🙈💜
Word Count: 3.2k
Genre: angst, fluff, parents au, married au
Rating: pg13 due to language
Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader
Summary: Sometimes the biggest obstacles are the ones that just need to be talked about.
You’ve always prided yourself on being understanding. You tend to take the time to slow down and think before judging a situation, you take a moment to look at things from another person’s perspective.
It reduces the likeliness of a confrontation or an argument. It makes things, externally, more peaceful.
But it increases the likeliness of you keeping things to yourself, of things building up and festering until it feels like you’re going to collapse beneath it all. Internally, you’re not very peaceful at all.
It’s why you’re so short with Taehyung when he comes home late again, strolling in from the studio or a video shoot or an emergency meeting, a practice, a rehearsal, a recording for a secret project. The excuses are never ending.
You can’t keep track anymore.
And you’re tired. You’re just so, very tired.
“Hey,” he greets as he wanders into the kitchen. He makes a beeline for the food set out on the counter for him, not even bothering to look at you as you stand, elbow-deep in soapy water by the sink.
You breathe evenly through your nose, trying to focus your attention on the task at hand and not on the man sitting behind you.
There was a time that his “hey” would be followed by a “baby”, “jagiya”, or “Nari eomma”. But even that last one has begun to fade over time, the excitement of the little girl the two of you have together losing its gleam.
You’d been so excited the day you’d given birth to little Nari, even more excited and fond when Taehyung looked into your eyes and called you “Nari eomma” for the first time. It’d made your heart skip a beat, had made you so excited for the family you were building together.
For your futures.
But the two of you haven’t shared much of an intimate or sentimental moment since.
You’re busy raising your child, Taehyung is busy taking over the world.
You know you can’t be too upset with him, his job is what makes raising your daughter so much easier. You never have to worry about where the next meal will come from, how you’ll pay your bills, how much you have to work to provide for your child. You are, essentially, provided for and his busy schedule is what gives you the freedom to raise your daughter on your own terms, fostering an actual relationship with her instead of squeezing quality time in between working hours.
Still, you miss your husband. You miss the connection you used to have.
Your heart aches in a way you’re becoming so familiar, hands scrubbing just a bit harder at the dish in your hands. You’re proud of him, of course, and you’d never ask him to give up any piece of himself or his life or his dreams for you.
A part of you just wishes you were a bigger part of those things.
You miss the man you’d fallen in love with, the one who’d always make time for you and remind you he loves you. You miss the days he’d make you feel like you’re an important part of his world.
You don’t feel so important these days.
His empty dish is placed on the counter beside you and his hand skates across your waist, just the briefest of touches, before he’s leaving you again. You listen to his footsteps fade down the hallway, your lips twitching down as you drop the dish you’ve been scrubbing into the sink with a clatter.
You brace yourself against the counter and close your eyes, willing the tears and the exhaustion and the incessant thoughts away.
But as your bedroom door clicks shut with no more words spoken between you, you can’t stop the few tears from falling down your cheeks.
~*~*~
“You need to tell him how you feel,” Jimin says gently, watching you take a sip from the coffee he’s brought you.
It’s sad, you think, that even his fellow members have more time for you than Taehyung does. Jimin won’t be here for long, but the moment taken out of his busy day to check in with you is appreciated. You spend so much time on your own or with your 1-year-old daughter, you feel yourself going a little crazy sometimes. Sometimes it really does feel like you’re doing all of this on your own.
“What good would that do?” you question. “He has no control over his schedule and it changes without notice sometimes, right?”
Jimin frowns, motioning pointedly to the coffees on your kitchen table. The two of you pause at the sound of Nari fussing in her crib, but relax when she settles again. “He could still find time for you.”
You’re doubtful. If he wanted to spend time with you, he would, wouldn’t he? He’d put more effort into things, be more excited about seeing you after so long apart. He’d call you when he’s away, preferably for more than a brief conversation about how Nari’s doing. Maybe he’d even be more adamant about the company allowing him more time to be with you. Surely, these guys have a little more say by now, right?
Taehyung doesn’t even ask how you’re doing anymore though, skipping straight to the topic of your daughter whenever he calls when he’s away. You understand your daughter is important, she’s important to you too, but when had you stopped being important? When did he stop caring about how you are doing?
It’s almost like you’re not even married at all, just parents separated and living their lives.
Jimin’s phone chirps with a text and he sighs, glancing at the screen before scooting his chair back.
“I have to get back.” He stands and gathers the trash from his lunch, clearing the table for you before he pauses in reaching for what’s left of his coffee. His head dips to look you in your downcast eyes. “Talk to him, okay?”
He waits for you to jerk your head yes and purses his lips on his way to the door. “Give Nari a kiss from uncle Jimin for me?”
A faint smile touches your lips at this and you finally lift your gaze to his, giving him a small nod. “Of course.”
He smiles, giving you a little wave before walking out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.
Perhaps Jimin intended to put you at ease, to make you feel better about the situation and see that it’s not so insurmountable. That maybe all it takes is a little communication. But his advice has the opposite effect. Your mind isn’t at ease at all; actually, it’s in disarray, worried about the outcome and where you go from here.
Instead of being calmer and quieter, your mind couldn’t be louder.
~*~*~
A few nights after your talk with Jimin, nothing seems to have gotten better. In fact, it actually seems like it’s gotten worse. Taehyung’s been staying out later the past couple nights, coming home at odd times of the morning, sometimes out until 3am. These odd fluctuations of his schedule leave you feeling grouchy whenever he wakes you up as he crawls into bed next to you. Of course, your sour mood is only spurred on by the fact Nari has been so fussy lately too. You assume she has teeth coming in, constantly sticking whatever she can reach into her mouth to chew, but you’re not sure what to do to get her to calm down.
A part of you thinks it has a little to do with Taehyung’s absence as well, as if she somehow knows there’s someone missing that should be here, but you think that’s more of you projecting than anything.
It all comes to a head one night, when he comes through the door at nearly 11pm. Not as late as he has been, but still not great, and you can tell right away he’s in a foul mood by the way he slams the front door.
You grimace and sigh, slipping out of bed at the sound of Nari rousing through the baby monitor. If he was around more often, he’d know better than to slam the door so late at night. He’d know better than to be so obnoxiously loud in an apartment with a toddler you only just managed to put to sleep.
But he’s never around, never has to deal with the consequences, so of course he doesn’t think about it. It probably doesn’t even cross his mind, much like you so rarely do these days.
It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth as you head into the hallway with the intention of checking on Nari. You stop short at the abrupt and harsh way Taehyung slams things around in the kitchen. What the hell has gotten into him?
Wrapping your robe tighter around you, you set your jaw and detour to the kitchen, where you find Taehyung tearing through cupboards in search of something to eat.
“Your dinner is in the fridge,” you point out, tone clipped and unimpressed.
His jaw twitches and he doesn’t bother to smile or look at you or even say thank you as he spins around to pull open the fridge. He stares into it for an unnecessarily long time and his behavior is starting to grate on your nerves.
“You’re going to let all the warm air in,” you chastise, expecting to snap him out of whatever daze he’s in and grab the food you’d prepared for him.
What you don’t expect is for him to slam the fridge shut and whirl around on you, anger flattening his lips and flaring his nostrils. It almost makes you recoil because you don’t know where it’s coming from, you don’t understand what’s gotten into him. But you figure it has nothing to do with you. Why would it? You barely even talk these days.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” you demand, unable to stop yourself from feeling angry too. How dare he show up like this and take his anger out on you? How dare he not be here, barely acknowledge you, and then suddenly aim all of his pent-up aggression on you? You won’t let him.
His eyes narrow. “What have you been talking to Jimin about?”
You blink in surprise. “What?”
He takes a step toward you and if you weren’t so stubborn, weren’t so keyed up yourself, you probably would have taken a step back. But you’re not intimidated, not even when he barks at you, “You’ve been talking to him about me, haven’t you?”
You roll your eyes, lips twisting into a humorless smile. “Seriously? So what if I have?”
“When have you even been seeing him?” he demands, taking a threatening step closer. His expression looks murderous, which makes you actually want to laugh. What does he imagine? That you’ve been cheating on him with his bandmate? With one of his best friends? The thought makes you want to laugh, probably just as much as it makes you want to cry. Have you really grown apart so much that he expects so little of you?
You scoff. “I don’t know! Maybe when you were off working or fucking around or whatever it is you do when you’re not here!”
“I’m working!” he insists, veins in his neck protruding in his anger.
“And you don’t think Jimin works too?” you point out, feet firmly planted on the ground as you square off with him. “You don’t think he works just as hard?”
He gives a humorless laugh. “So, you are fucking him!”
You really do laugh this time. “What?! Are you listening to yourself right now?”
He gives a disgusted shrug. “Why else would he be sneaking off to meet with my wife?”
You shake your head in exasperation. “Maybe because my own husband won’t take the time to come see me! Maybe because my own husband –”
“I’ve been busy!” he roars.
“And so has he!” you screech. “And yet he still finds the time, doesn’t he?”
Nari begins to wail down the hall, loud enough that you can hear it without the baby monitor, and you breathe evenly through your nose. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him before going to Nari’s room. You don’t bother to check whether he’s following you; at this point, you don’t expect him to. You don’t expect much of anything from him anymore.
You lift your crying baby girl into your arms, cradling her tightly against your neck and lightly bouncing her against your chest. It’s not the first time she’s woken up screaming in the middle of the night, so you’re no stranger to trying to calm her, but you know you’re too keyed up for your attempts to be very effective.
You let out a sigh and sink into the rocking chair by the window, focusing on the warmth of her body against yours. How much heat your little girl gives off used to shock you, but you’ve since gotten used to it. You even find it comforting, having her so close, and as you rock with her in your arms, you feel some of your anger start to ebb away. The exhaustion still pulls at your bones and the sadness you’ve been trying to deny still aches in your chest, but you’re calmer. For the moment, you’re okay.
Movement from the doorway catches your eye and you look up in time to meet Taehyung’s eye as he peers in at the two of you. He, himself, looks a little calmer. In the wake of his anger lies a sadness, one that must have laid dormant beneath it all.
You smile weakly and motion him over with a jerk of your head. He approaches cautiously, eyeing your sniffling daughter with a look of trepidation. You find his timidness endearing.
Slipping out of the chair, you motion for him to take a seat and then help situate Nari into his arms. It’s a little awkward at first, with him staring down at her like she’s going to break, like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
In the eyes of both of you, she is.
“She needs you too, you know,” you mutter as you watch them, arms crossed more lightly over your chest than before.
He peers up at you, staring for a moment, before he asks lightly, “And maybe her eomma needs me a little bit too?”
Your bottom lip wobbles before you can stop it, but you notice the tears in his eyes and the look of concern he now wears. You nod a little helplessly. “I really miss you, Tae.”
He smiles sadly, glancing down at Nari as she wiggles to get more comfortable. A large breath expands his chest and he leans down to kiss Nari’s forehead, then glances shyly up at you. “Things will slow down soon.”
“Taehyung–”
“No,” he interrupts with a shake of his head. He makes sure you hold his gaze before continuing, “I’ll make sure they do. I want to be here for you two.” He blinks, a pout pulling at his lips. “I miss you both too.”
“I know it’s a lot,” you allow, edging a little closer and peering down at Nari’s fluttering lashes. She’s a lot calmer now, in the safety of Taehyung’s arms. “But any time is better than no time.”
He swallows hard and nods. “Things will slow down.” He pauses, side-eyeing you. “But until they do, I’ll make time.”
You smile gently. “That’s all I ask.”
His smile mirrors yours and then he glances down at the dozing girl in his arms. “Do you think she’ll be okay if we put her back in the crib?”
You raise your eyebrows. “You don’t want to hold her a bit more?”
He smirks and rises to his feet, leaning in to nip playfully at the tip of your nose. “No, I’ll let her rest. Right now, I want to hold her eomma more.”
Your cheeks burn and you huff a laugh as he kisses the tip of your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips. Nabi coos and squirms in her sleep before you can get too carried away and the two of you break apart with fond smiles.
As you watch Taehyung lay your daughter down to sleep, having a much easier time than you usually have, you can’t help but feel a sense of hope flicker to life in your chest. Maybe things between the two of you aren’t perfect right now, maybe he’s got a busy schedule and you’re both a little exhausted, but one thing is clear – you still have one another. You still love one another. Just because you both forgot to nurture that for a while doesn’t make it any less true.
And, as he wraps you up in his arms and drags you out into the living room, where he drags you into his lap on the couch to watch a movie, you realize a lot of your problems could have been solved if you’d just talked to him about them. If you’d just spoken your mind instead of letting the feelings fester.
You really, really hate to admit it, but Jimin was right.
You sigh and settle against Taehyung’s chest, hands intertwined and resting on your stomach. “Tae…”
He hums, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“You know Jimin and I would never hurt you like that, right?” you question quietly.
He sighs, adjusting you in his arms and hooking his chin on your shoulder. “Yeah, I know. I was just…upset he got to see you and I didn’t.”
“You could have,” you point out and he grunts.
“Yeah, I know,” he whispers, kissing your neck. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here.”
You’re quiet for a moment, absorbing the genuine apology and snuggling a little deeper into his lap. “Tae…”
“Yes, jagiya?”
You smile and crane your neck around to look at him. “I love you.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling happily and lips tugging into that grin of his you’ve grown so fond of, the smile you fell in love with all those years ago. “And I love you.”
You grin into the kiss he plants on your lips, fingers getting lost in his hair as his arms hold you tighter. By the time you break away, you’re breathless and a little lightheaded. You glance at the clock. “I should go heat up your food for you.”
He pouts, wiggling and linking his hands around you as if to say he’s not letting you go anywhere. “I’m not hungry anymore. Just sit with me awhile?”
Your smile softens and you peck him chastely on the lips. “Okay.”
He hums happily and buries his face in your neck. You relax in his hold, content in just sitting here with him. Happy to be spending time with him, together for the first time in what feels like far too long.
There’s still a lot you want to say to him, but you think it can wait. Not until it festers again, but just for the night. For the night, you want to enjoy the moment with him. You want to be at peace and in love and happy again.
You’ll talk and work on things, you’ll get better together, and his arms wrapped so snugly around you make you feel sure of that.
Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating: All
Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Radio!Reader
Genre: fluff, angst, slice of life.
Words: 1.1k
Summary: Namjoon becomes an avid listener of your podcast. He sends in letters anonymously throughout the pandemic to get a few things off his chest. He enjoys your work so much he even wears your merch... on his live stream with... ALL HIS FANS!
Castle Bangtan Summer Project: Melted Butter Days
A ‘Butter’ inspired story.
You were a small podcast, something Namjoon had stumbled upon during a twelve hour flight. He was trying to relax and, hopefully, even catch a few z’s. He wanted something that allowed him to unwind, where he could shut off his big brain and just listen. Among all the crime, literature and gaming related content he found a small show.
Talk is cheap.
A podcast all about you. For those who want to be heard, I will be your listening ear.
“Hello, my name is Y/n and I am reading something from my first ever reader,” Namjoon was surprised how soft and calm the host was, her voice soothing and sweet, but it felt so natural.
It was like an addiction and Namjoon found himself tuning every week for new episodes, he played his favourite episodes so he could fall asleep. He was happy just being a listener until you spoke so seriously into your microphone.
“I know the pandemic is hard, I know you have something you want to say, it could be anything, even if you think it sounds stupid let it out. Write it down and send it, I promise you I read everything and reply to it all. Well unless of course someone writes something rude or inappropriate.”
Namjoon followed the link pausing once he reached the inbox. What would he even write? After attempting a few greetings his thoughts clicked into place and he started writing without hesitation.
It felt good to get the words out to get emotional, he drifted to sleep listening to your episode on good sleeping techniques, it was his most played episode. Of course the message had slipped his mind until the next week's episode appeared.
Episode 67: Bicycle
Was it a coincidence? He listened to your intro humming along getting comfortable on his bed. You did your usual greeting and read a few stories, Namjoon was growing tired, his body relaxed and mind happily numb. You were entertaining in the most subtle ways.
“This next story is from Junebug, he says; Good afternoon, I have been an avid listener of the podcast and I finally decided to write in because of your encouragement about the pandemic. The days have past and summer is here but it feels like I have been robbed. The world stopped but no one told the seasons to wait for us. They just kept going and my complaint seems kind of unimportant but I look out my window and I see my bike collecting dust. I feel like I have lost my freedom. I try my best to distract myself with other things but there are only so many books I can read and so much work I can do before it becomes repetitive.”
“Junebug, listen. I know it is hard being told you can’t do something you love so much, and I like how you are trying to channel your energy into reading. I think instead of thinking about what you can’t do, you could try things you have never tried before. Have you ever tried to knit? Or perhaps cook something. You could try to do a puzzle without looking at the picture.”
“Just yesterday, I, a grown adult, made a fort in my home. It was elaborate and I used every bedsheet and blanket cover to create it. This goes to show you are never too old to try things and to do silly things. I would love to hear how you go. I will leave you with a little psychology, do you know the term regression to the mean. Essentially the world cannot be all bad forever, nor can it always be good.”
“The world always finds a balance, it’s a constant fluctuation that always allows us to look forward to the good and prepare for the bad. It might feel bad right now but soon things will get better and imagine how amazing you will feel being able to ride your bike when things settle. It will be euphoric.”
Namjoon couldn’t stop smiling as you closed off mentioning that all the individuals who were featured in the episode will receive a free shirt. Namjoon was very excited and checked his emails to see the message waiting. He filled out his PO box details.
~
It had almost been two years since Namjoon had started listening to Talk is cheap, Summer coming around once more. He had featured on the show many times and was amused by Y/n’s cheerful nature, she spoke about him with all the fondness one might have with a friend.
“We have another letter, this one coming from one of my favorite listeners. I know you guys have enjoyed hearing his stories and points of view. You know I love a good intellectual being. Let’s read what he has to say.”
“Dear Y/n, I regret to inform you, I have been banned from the kitchen, it seems even toast was beyond my limits for cooking. I believe it is finally time to draw the line at kitchen related hobbies. I would also like to congratulate you, I saw the picture you uploaded of your indoor fig tree.”
“Today I wanted to ask, as it is summer again, what I should do since it is so hot. Not only is it hot, it is humid and it feels disgusting to exist anywhere. Normally summer is no problem but the thing is, I may have broken the air conditioner, and yes that means my roommates are not very happy with me. What will help me cool down?”
“Hmm…” You hummed into the microphone, “Well let’s see, you could make iced drinks, shaved ice, you could make a slip n slide in the backyard with a tarp, a hose and some liquid soap. Perhaps you could take a cold drink to the bathroom and in your swimmers sit in a bathtub of cold water. It is important that everyone remembers to stay hydrated, dehydration is a silent threat in summer. Also remember to wear sunscreen if you step outside.”
Namjoon started a live stream, making shaved ice while wearing your podcast merchandise. He hadn’t thought about what he was wearing until it was too late. It was funny when he listened to the episode next week. Y/n was flustered saying that so many people commented and showed the channel some love and it was an honour that someone like Namjoon listened.
He made sure to send a video apology message. Telling you how he was sorry for the fans bombarding the podcast and that he hoped none of them were being rude. He received a message back that made him laugh.
“You look like you are suffering, is your air conditioning still broken?” He cackled and saw you had a few more suggestions to help him cool down. He never expected to make such a nice friend online, preferring face to face interactions but he seemed to have opened up so much to her without even realizing and in return he grew to know Y/n very well. He thanked the summer heat for bringing with it something fun.
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↬ Angst { 🌧️۫˖}
» " There never was an us"
» "Love it's a choice not a necessity..."
» "They asked about you"
» "I was doing fine without you"
» " Stop acting like you didn't take all of me"
» "Can't you stay?" "..." "For me?" ...
» "Stop pushing everyone away! Stop pushing me away!"
» "You are hurting me!"
» "It will ever stop hurting?" "No, you just get used to it"
» "Were you ever going to tell me?"
» "I'm done. I'm done with your 'sorry's', I'm done with your lies. I'm done with you!"
» "You're apologies it won't make it hurt less"
» "I don't think I love you anymore"
» "You broke me, and I don't think it have a way to fix it"
» "Leave me! You always bebbeeen
» "I love you!" "No, and you never did. And both of us know about it"
»"I'm sorry if I'm not what you wanted"
» "Does it hurt?" "I will survive." "That's not what I asked."
↬ Fluff {🌤ི}
» "You smell really nice"
» "You are more than that for me... you've always been."
» "I think you're drunk" "and I thing you're beautiful"
» "Just kiss me already!"
» "All I know, is that I'm much happier when I'm with you"
» "It's magic!" "No, it's you."
» "I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning."
» "Don't worry, I will take care of you."
»“i’d forgotten how stunning your smile is.”
» “you look better in my clothes than i do.”
»"Is that my shirt?" "No, tthatthats
» “i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
» “has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”
» "Isn't the view breathtaking?" "The view it's fine, you are breathtaking"
» "You are the it one I'm interested in sharing, my thoughts, my dreams, future, coffee and wine" "Wow! I'm that important?" "You are that important."
» "I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."
» "Fine, but you owe me a kiss."
↬ suggestive /smut {🌹}
» "I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."
» "You’re more than just a one night stand."
» "Like what you see?"
» "You look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now."
» "Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop."
» "Make me."
» "What? Does that feel good?"
» "If we get caught i’m blaming you."
» "I really want to kiss you right now."
» "You’re not taking me to bed. Ever." "Who said it had to be on the bed?"
» I know they may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors it's all latex and whips.
» I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.
» I wonder what your (xxxx) would do if they knew what you were doing right now.
» "What are you doing?" "I'm going to eat dinner" "but there's nothing to eat..." "Well there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."
"Just shut up." his face was inches away from at this point.
"You don't know what it is like to have each and every breath you take recorded and discussed by unwanted eyes. Having people just waiting for you to make the wrong move, so they can bring everything you spent your whole life building, crumbling down.
You don't know what fear is." he was furious at this point, taking heavy breaths trying to regain his composure.
You tried to stop the breathy chuckle from leaving your mouth. You really did.
You raised you eyebrow. A challenging look in your eyes, getting impossibly closer.
"Yeah? Ever been chased by a fucking missile?"
Looking at the dumb founded look on his face, it was clear who won the argument. 'That should be enough to shut him up for a few days.' You thought as you turned and finally left the damn room.
afterhours! oc cuddling with jk on his lap while streaming 🥺
they needed a streaming cuddle sesh, didn’t they? they deserve it 🤧 so here you go! 🖤
w: use of marijuana
have a scenario for your favourite couples?
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It was a cold winter night, rain hit the window in your room hard and you bundled yourself up warmer under the blanket.
Jungkook was at his desk in the corner of the room, streaming a new horror game you weren’t privy to while you were on the bed scrolling through TikTok on your phone.
But with the rain beating down you felt colder than ever and you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you waddled out of bed, first to finally close the slightly cracked window and then to the side of Jungkook’s set up.
He paused the game immediately, pulling one side of his headphones off of his ear to talk to you.
“What’s up, baby?” He cooed, leaving his pad on the desk before turning in his gaming chair to face you.
“Can I cuddle with you? I’m cold.” You asked cutely, you were tired after a day of filming for a new video and you couldn’t get to sleep alone on the bed in this temperature.
“Of course you can, come here,” he replied warmly, reaching his arms out to help you curl up in his lap with your blanket wrapped around you both. “It’s pretty cold here, the heater broke this evening and we can’t get anyone in to fix it until the morning,” he explained to his audience and you peaked over to look at the chat.
Everyone was saying hi to you and wishing you well, in turn you wished them the same and told them that there’d be a new video soon.
Before starting the game up again Jungkook passed you one of the pre-rolled joints from the tray nearby, he light it for you and you took it with a grateful hum and a kiss to the hinge of his jaw.
You couldn’t help watch Jungkook play his game from your spot on his chest, he’d just started it tonight and already was speeding through the story with accuracy. He was extremely entertaining too, with his laid back and dark humor. He made the scary parts feel less terrifying with his commentary about the grotesque creatures but soon enough half a joint lulled you too sleep and with a stifled yawn, you left it in the ashtray before settling into a comfortable sleep.
