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PETER CLAFFEY | SER DUNCAN THE TALL

A Knight in the Making - Episode 1: x

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[mrsperaya]

jungkook [ drabble ]

DESPERATE

"you're killing me, y/n." his voice sounded low and raspy, strained from the moans he whined out just a few minutes earlier. the desperation in his voice had your pussy pulsating all over again. jungkook's lips shifted from your neck to the upper slope of your breast, leaving more bruises, making you gasp. the breath you let out made him smirk, he looked up at you. jungkook loved the way your body responded when he touched you. "can i fuck you again?" he whispered. "please?"

you playfully rolled your eyes at the needy boy on top of you, it seemed like the first two rounds just wasn't enough for him. "we just used the last couple of condoms we had left, kook."

he nipped at the marks he left on your chest. "i don't care. i need my dick in you again, baby.”

he was fully hard again. he grabbed his dick and rubbed it on your clit, teasing it and your hole with the tip of his dick, sliding between your wet folds. "mmh..." shivers ran down your spine. "fuck it, don't nut in me."

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Hello again!!! Its been a while :)

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BUDDIE DATE PT. 2!?

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Superficial

Taehyung x Reader

Requested: Prompt #3 Private Study and #23 “So good”

Genre: Smut, Angst, rich boy!Taehyung, Brother’s Best friend AU

Word Count: 3.3k

Warning: 18+, swearing, alcohol consumption, pwp, oral [f. receiving], penetrative sex, unprotected sex [wrap it before u tap it], hate sex?, teasing, grinding, praise kink, bondage, fingering, slight overstimulation, creampie, post-sex cockwarming?

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You grunt audibly, annoyed by the fact that you’re stuck at your brother’s best friend’s house. No; Correction — mansion. His parents were throwing one of those stupid, superficial, and overly grandeur parties for a social event that your family was also hosting.

“Come on, act a little entertained, y/n.” Your brother nudges your arm. 

Easy for him to say; he’s so accustomed to all of this, considering he literally grew up with his best friend. Not so much for you. Kim Taehyung was everything that you didn’t care for in life. 

“I can list at least a million other ways I’d rather be spending my Saturday night,” you snap back. 

You put up with this shallow lifestyle as much and as best as you could, but sometimes it really inconvenienced you. Like tonight, when you’d much rather be at the carnival with the boy of your dreams. But instead, you’re here because otherwise, “it looks bad.” 

You laugh inwardly just at the thought of the expectation. Why did they even care about your presence at this event? You barely indulge in their ways. 

“I need to leave this place for a while,” you inform him. 

“Wait, where are you going?” he asks.

“Somewhere that isn’t this suffocating. I’m sure there’s no shortage of such a place here.” You flash the most ingenuine smile his way before taking off.  

“Let Taehyung know!” You hear him yell after. 

Yeah, like you were crazy enough to engage with him by yourself. Not worth it. 

You grab a bottle of champagne off the table, such a superficial drink, but it’s the only superficial item you’ll allow seeing as it’s the only thing getting you through the night.

You hear the music and chatter die down as you make your way up the set of stairs by the entryway. Finally, peace. 

Or so you believed for a moment there. As you make a turn at the top of the stairs, you’re met with him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Taehyung takes a step in your direction, blocking your path. 

“None of your business,” you roll your eyes before moving around him.

His arm wraps around your waist stopping you in your track unexpectedly. 

He can never leave you be, can he? 

You struggle to escape from his grip while he aims to steady your stance. His fingertips are cold, colder than it should be as he presses them to you. His eyes follow your gaze, taking notice of how the condensation from the chilled bottle turned the silk of your dress, a deeper shade of red.

What was the point of such a superficial dress when all it took was a little water to ruin it? 

“That’s a new record. Thought that you might survive with it on for much longer. I can arrange something for you to change into.” 

His suggestion alone was baffling. The audacity of this man. This was his fault, after all. Everything about him is everything that goes wrong in your life. 

“Your entitlement is showing, Taehyung.” You scoff. 

Removing his hand from around your waist, you make your way down the hallway attempting to recall from memory, the way to the one place in this huge, empty house that feels the most like home. The library. 

Just when you thought you had reached your share of dealing with the man for the evening, you hear his footsteps fall behind you. Fuck this. There was no knowing peace if he was ever around you.

Unsure whether he was following you, you slip behind one of the many doors in an attempt to catch a break. But before you get a chance to close it shut, he sticks his foot in between, the shoe barring you from doing so. Ugh.

“What do you want?” You bite back on your tongue from the frustration.

“You never answered me. Where do you think you might be going?” 

He pushes past the door before you get the chance to respond. Turning around, he brings his hand to rest on the door behind you, caging you in. 

You take a step back involuntarily until your back is met with the rich wood. It’s not cold like you’d expect it to be, or maybe you’re just really hot right now. 

“How does it matter to you what I’m doing in here?” 

“Because I like to keep an eye on you. And I was especially curious as to where you were headed off to looking like that, in the dress I bought for you.” 

What did he mean?

You suddenly remember how your brother had left the dress on your dresser, stating that the Kim family would like you to wear it for this occasion. And since you couldn’t be bothered with trivial things like dressing up for some fancy gala, you reached for it not thinking too much of it.

You shudder just from the thought of having something that he picked out, wrapped around your body. You don’t even try to hide the disgust as you bunch up the material to lift it off your skin. 

His hand moves from the door, down to you. 

“I thought so.” He smiles. And goddamn is it a breathtaking one. You know he’s teasing you, but you’re preoccupied wondering whether you’ve ever smiled around each other. Because if he ever had, you would remember it. 

Your breath hitches as you feel more of him on you now. His hands move down your side, smoothing out the dress. His dress. You reluctantly allow the rest of the fabric to fall from your grasp.

“If anyone gets to ruin this dress, it’s me, sweetheart.” 

His words get on your nerves, but you can’t deny that his deep, husky voice is your only weakness. How can a person sound so hot? And with the way he’s looking at you right now, you’re reevaluating all your weaknesses, because he seems to be every single one of them. 

“You’re such a menace.” 

You slip out from under him and make your way across the room. You face your back to him, trying to look busy as you fidget with the items on the table beside you. The room feels like it’s out of a dream, somewhat familiar but eerie at the same time. 

“You like it?” 

God. Why does he love torturing you?

“Like what? You? No. The dress? No. The party? No. There’s your answer. Now leave me be.” 

You watch as he moves closer towards you, and this is the first time you allow even a sliver of your attention to be consumed by him. The way he holds himself, the way his tongue swipes over his lips, the way his hair falls to his eyes in soft locks and his pretty eyes that hold your gaze.  

Has he always looked like this? Fuck me.

And then there’s the million-dollar watch displayed on his wrist, his all-black suit that’s tailored to fit his proportions, and the embellished jewelry that make his hands look dainty. How superficial. The only thing that seemed off though was the tie hanging around his neck. It’s the same shade of red as your dress. 

Your eyes go wide in realization. The tie looked more put together if he had you beside him. But, why? 

“No, none of that. Do you like this place?” 

You don’t know why you find yourself entertaining him still, but here you are. Your eyes scan the room until they settle on the shelves upon shelves of books. You grab a couple of your favourite ones that you remembered reading whenever you were over. They’re still here, your scribbles and markings evidence of it. They were all arranged in a haphazard manner that only you got, because you’re the one that put them there, in that way.

It begins to dawn on you that this was the very room you were looking for. The library. Except it doesn’t entirely look like the one from your memories.

It’s almost as if Taehyung picks up on your confusion that he speaks up. “It’s my private study. I had it remodeled.” 

Of course, he had to wreck the only good thing about this place. 

“I loved this place. That’s the answer to your question,” you sigh, defeated.

You’re too distracted by the world and the past that lay in between the pages to notice him. Your shoulders are pressed to his chest and his breath hits the back of your neck, causing you to become aware of his frame. He’s standing right behind you, and his arm reaches up for a book on one of the top shelves. It looks like a children’s book. 

He turns to the last page where it’s normally just an empty sheet of paper. But instead, there’s some writing and doodling with his name scribbled in tiny hearts. 

Ew. Who would ever willingly do that?

“It’s yours”, he says as he passes the book to you but there’s no way. You’d be crazy, possessed even to have been the one to waste ink on a name like his. 

“You were cute, always trying to catch a glance my way when you were a kid. Fought with me all the time just so I would give you attention. You had this well-hidden, I’ll give you that. But unfortunately for you, I decided to sort through them.” 

He had to be lying. Right? But the handwriting did look an awful lot like yours, thank God it’s gotten much better. You could totally act like it was never you and get away with it. Maybe. 

“You had the biggest crush on me, don’t you even deny it, y/n.” 

He was always teasing you, but you’ve never wanted to wipe that grin off his face more than you have at this moment.

“Can’t you ever keep that mouth of yours shut? You’re wrong. I really fucking hate you.” 

You set the book down. You need to get away from here. 

Before you even had the time to process everything that’d happened, he positions his hands at the ledge of the bookshelf, closing in the space between the both of you. You bring yourself to look up at him, his gaze flickers to your lips momentarily. He looks like he’s about to kiss you. And with that thought, he has you pinned against the bookshelf. His hands move to your hips, holding them in place as he lowers his lips to yours. And you tilt your head up to meet him, allowing him to kiss you.

To be fair, your mother had always encouraged you to try every drug at least once. He’s probably the deadliest of them all, but you’ll be fine as long as it was just this once. 

It’s the longest and softest kiss of your life but you don’t want to separate just yet. This wasn’t a proper kiss. You deserved more, better in fact. You move your lips against his, opening them wider as you glide your tongue over, deepening the kiss. 

It’s almost as if that triggered something in Taehyung because he switches up the pace in an instant. What did oxygen matter at this moment? His hands dig into your skin as if you’ll slip away from his touch, and he shifts his position, kissing you more aggressively. Your tongues intertwine as you lightly suck on his lips, tasting the same superficial champagne. 

His hands roam your body as he moves you both over to his desk, and his lips don’t leave yours for even a brief second. He lifts you onto the desk as he positions himself between your legs. You finally get to catch your breath when he begins to move down your jaw and to your neck, sucking and kissing at the skin. Not too hard but not gentle either. It was just the right amount to have to close your eyes and indulge in it. Your hand grabs onto his locks above his neck as he leaves a wet trail of saliva, providing you with the only relief from your burning skin. 

“I’ve. Waited. Forever. For. This.” He states between each kiss down your collarbone. 

You jerk him towards you, tightening your grip on his hair. He’s flush against you, and you can feel how strained he is. You begin to roll your hips into his, creating some friction to soothe your core. Breathy moans fall from your lips in reaction to his hardening length.

You move your hand to squeeze his cheeks with one hand, bringing yourself forward to kiss him. 

“I need you to fuck me, right now.” You say, almost like a warning. 

“Patience, sweetheart.”

His teeth sink down on your lips with one last kiss as his fingers come to your shoulders, slipping the dress off of your body. The metal rings sting against the heat from your body, causing you to shiver slightly. 

Taehyung starts to unbutton his shirt, and you yank on his tie, attempting to undo it. He takes it from your grasp and secures your hands together by knotting the tie. 

“I knew I picked the right tie for this occasion.” He smirks, pulling you towards him. 

Your legs wrap around him as his hands snake up your thigh, bunching up the fabric hurriedly and almost causing it to rip at the seams.

“Taehyung.” You warn.

He clicks his tongue in response. “It’s okay, I only bought this dress so I could take it off.”

Before you get the chance to talk back, his mouth is on yours again. What a perfect way to shut you up. He lowers you onto the flat wooden surface and momentarily pauses.

“I’ve always wondered how beautiful you’d look beneath me like this.” 

Fuck. The man knew how to use his words. 

“I bet I’d look a whole lot better with you inside me,” you challenge. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, y/n.” 

You hook your arms around his neck, pulling him onto you. Your hip resumes grinding against him as you suck on the skin below his ears, earning a groan from him. 

He gives into you, rutting his hips harder, feeling your slick staining his pants. He breaks away, swiftly unbuckling his pants and discarding them. He then begins to rub your arousal along your slit through the lining of your underwear. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you whine. 

“Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” 

And before you could speak up, he moves the strip of cloth to the side and starts his ministrations on your clit. Lowering himself, he brings his mouth to lick you, alternating between lightly sucking and sticking his tongue into you. You give up trying to squeeze your wrists through the tie since you’re only tightening it further. You lift your hips slightly trying to meet him halfway, unable to hold him in place.

Your moans get louder when he picks up his pace stuffing his fingers in you as his thumbs circle your clit.

“You’re so fucking tight, goddamn.” 

Your muscles involuntarily contract at the statement. 

“You need to learn not to do that,” he warns. “I’d be so fucked if I was inside you right now.” 

You whine in response. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” 

“I need to come,” you sigh. 

“Not yet. You can’t, not until I tell you to.” 

Your hips stutter, pulling away from him as you try to control your breathing in an attempt to focus elsewhere rather than the knot building up in your core. Or so you hoped, until you feel his mouth sucking on the skin from your hips down to your inner thigh. He stops momentarily, holding your gaze before he bites into your sensitive skin.

“Fuck you, Taehyung,” you hiss. 

He brings his mouth back to your clit as his fingers continue to push into you at a relentless pace. 

“Please, please, Taehyung. Let me. I need to come,” you plead. 

“And when have you ever listened to me?” He smirks. 

God. Fuck him. 

He continues to switch his pace but never lets you catch a break. The more you pull away from him, the more he has you pinned down and the more pressure he exerts while working you up. It’s when he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, that you have no more control over your own body as it gives in to him. You come hard, your body shuddering as Taehyung slows down. 

He rubs his thumbs in circles to soothe you, before bringing his fingers to your mouth. And without being told to, you suck them clean. 

He unknots the tie and your hands immediately pull him in for another kiss as you taste yourself all over his lips.

“So eager.” He teases.

“How are you so composed?” You question in a daze. 

He wraps his hand around yours, bringing you to feel his length. 

“I’m barely surviving, sweetheart. This is what you do to me,” he whispers in your ear as you feel how hard and erect his dick is. 

You spread his pre-cum over his tip and begin to pump his length, playing with the underside of the tip. You slowly increase your pace and pressure as you move your hand up and down.

Taehyung grabs your wrist and guides you to a slower, softer pace. 

“I need you to stop or I won’t last.” 

You chuckle at his confession. Men are too easy. 

He places his hand on your face, his thumb stroking your cheeks as he presses a kiss on your nose. You tilt your head down, letting your hair fall to the front of your face.

What was that? 

Taehyung slowly moves his thumb to swipe across your lip while the rest of his hand forces your chin up. He holds your gaze for a long moment, smiling to himself before kissing you. 

He moves the both of you over by the book-wall before he props you against it, pulling you onto him so that he can support the both of you. You stare at him in a daze, unprepared for what comes next when you reflexively grind down on his erection.

You feel his tip slip between your folds a few times, gathering your slick and coating his dick. You move faster as your nails dig deeper into his shoulders, keen on feeling him inside you.

“I can take it,” you plead.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” 

What was the point of the question if he didn’t give you the time to respond to it?

He positions himself at your entrance, slowly thrusting his hip slightly upwards to fit into you. You feel the stinging from having him stretch you out. You whimper, trying your best to relax so you can as much of him in as possible. 

“Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know.” He peppers little kisses down your chest to your boobs, trying you ease into you.  

His hands grab your ass, squeezing it as he brings you down into him until you’re flush with his body and he’s deep inside of you. You don’t know how you’re taking him, but you manage to adjust to the discomfort; the tears stinging your eyes are proof of your determination. 

You’re breathing sharpens in reaction to him while you try to hold back your moans. You want to show him you can actually take it, slowly pushing off of him and rolling your hips. You begin to move up and some way down his length at your own pace, watching him watch you, the way you move onto him, how you take to him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers to you. 

His praise fuels you to move faster, bouncing and circling your hips, as he sucks on your nips. You whimper as the pain slowly starts to transfer into pleasure. Taehyung picks up on how much easier it is for him to glide in and out of you and switches up the pace. 

Pinning you against the books, he thrusts further into you, alternating his pace between some fast and slower movements.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that,” you scream out with each altercation as you rest your head against his, trying to even out your breathing.

Your arms wrap around his shoulder, fingers wrapped in his hair as you move against him, creating more force and friction between the both of you.

His grip on your ass gets harsher as he pulls you into him, moving you in such a way that you feel his tip hit the soft and swollen spot inside of you. After a few more, you can’t take it, can’t take him any longer. 

“Tae, I- I don’t think I can…” you trail off, a series of moans replacing the rest of your sentence.

“You can, y/n,” he urges you.

You try to distract yourself, focusing on the thuds and thumps of the books from getting shoved onto them but it only reminds you of how well he can fuck you. 

“I can’t anymore, Tae. I-I’m gonna come.”

You feel your orgasm hit you hard, your thighs tremble from the overstimulation, and you squeeze down on him as he begins to chase his own high after you. 

His pace falters every few thrusts, but he still manages to hold you in place. You can tell that he's being more mindful of his movements so that it doesn’t get too much for you.

You move on him again, slowly, but it seems to be enough to push him to finish into you. His low grunts indicate his orgasm as he continues to fuck his cum into you. 

“Fuck,” he exclaims before slowing coming to a stop. 

He still has you wrapped around him until he falls back onto the couch by his coffee table. You're propped on his lap while his fingers still linger over your skin, tracing patterns onto it as he kisses down your neck. He’s still inside of you and you make no adjustment to move off him either, relishing in this sin for another moment longer. 

Was this just another superficial event? 

It did have a ring to it. Superficial sex. Just like the champagne bottle abandoned on the floor. Just like the dress you’re still draped in. Just like the interiors of this remodeled room.

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A/N: Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, I tried to look over it as best as I could. Feedback is always appreciated :)

I know I haven't posted in a while but hopefully, this fic makes up for it <3

[daisylovestowrite]

Precious Pt.2

It wasn’t before 2 long weeks that you had finally woken up. Your sight was blurry for quite a few minutes before you were able to see clearly. You adjusted to your surroundings. The ceiling was white. You were on a soft and comfortable bed. The room reeked of antiseptic and maybe a little of bleach. There was a faint beeping noise in the background.

You were in a hospital. You remembered the truck crashing with your car. You remembered yoongi’s face before you blacked out. You tried to get up, only to be stopped by a sharp pain in your stomach. The next moment doctors and nurses were rushing inside to check up on you, confirming that you were fine and out of danger and that you would be moved into a general ward soon.

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Yoongi entered the room looking like a ghost. His hair was all ruffled up and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. You eyes became blurry at the sight of him. “Yoongi” you called out to him with a whisper. That was all you could manage with the pain everywhere.

“They wouldn’t let me in the ICU you know. You had gone into a coma for 10 days.” he said.

“Well, I’m not in a coma now” you said and smiled.

To this he didn’t say anything. He just went and sat on the stool near you and grabbed onto your hand for dear life. You sat in silence for about half an hour staring at each other before you finally said,” I  would very much appreciate it if you didn’t break my hand you know? I already have more broken and torn parts than I can count.”

“I thought I lost you. I thought that I would never get to see you again, or your beautiful voice that I hadn’t realized I loved so much until I didn’t get to hear it for weeks”

“You will never loose me. I will always be there with you. I love you.”

“I love you too peaches. Now rest up and get well soon for me kay?” You nodded to this. He held you tight and mumbled sweet nothings to you as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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 It has been three days since you finally came back from the hospital and Yoongi has been nothing but protective of you. You still couldn’t walk properly without wincing once or twice but it was alright. He wouldn’t even let you drink water on your own and insisted that he hold the glass for you. It was nice that he was taking care of you. He wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. You couldn’t take it anymore when he brought you food and tried to feed it to you when you finally snapped at him. “I am not a China doll you know.”

He did not say anything. Just kept the food tray down and sat down on the bed, beside me. And he started crying. My heart broke at the sight of that. I slowly moved towards him wincing silently with every move forward and hugged him tight. He cried softly as I held him and rocked him. “ I was so sacred you know? The moment I got the call from the hospital saying that you had been in an accident, I swear that my whole life had turned upside down. I have never been so scared at the thought of loosing someone. I love you so much that it pains me to think of you hurt, ever.”

Listening to his words, even you could not stop your tears. You straddled his lap and both of you hugged each other in silence, letting out your tears. You kept saying to him,” I’m here. I’m here. I love you so much.”

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BTS as romantic tropes.

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Kim Seokjin: best friends to lovers, soulmate AU.

"Ya, I'll tell you only if you won't laugh" He tried to contain his anxious laugh as he pulled his hair back.

"Ok I won't, I promise" You sworn putting your hand on your chest and taking a long breath.

"So you know that thing that soulmates gets hurt together, right?" He asked sitting back on the bench. You nodded waiting for his explanation. "Did you hit your head recently?" He asked trying to keep his composure for once. You've never seen your best friend this serious before.

"I think so" you shrugged calmly. Did he know someone who got hurt? Lately u were so distracted that u kept getting hurt all the time. One time you hit the cabinet, the other you fell down the chair. You kind of felt sorry for your soulmate, they must have been in quite the pain.

"yeah, you need to stop, I can't keep getting bruises" he scoffed turning his head. "As much as I like you, I have a career to preserve" He couldn't help but laugh at his own words. "You like me? WAIT YOU GOT HURT TOO?" You jumped from the chair, your heart pounding in your chest.

Min Yoongi:  best friend's brother, forbidden romance.

"I swear if you don't lower your voice, they'll find us" he put a finger on your lips, shushing you before grabbing your hand and dragging you down the stairs as quick as possible. You tried to contain the giggles as  he lead the way down trying to pass unnoticed. When you were finally out of the backdoor, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close to him. "Get home safe, little one" He whispered in your hear before planting a soft kiss on your head.

"I will" u smiled still hiding in his chest. "You gotta go, c'mon" He reluctantly pulled away. "I'll pick u up tomorrow" He pushed you towards the fence. "I'm counting on it" You stole one last kiss before he picked you up and helped you jump to the other side "See you tomorrow"

Jung Hoseok:  first love, one bed stranded.

"you are sure you don't mind sharing the bed right? I can sleep on the-" You stopped Hoseok as you pulled the duvet over you, laying on your side and patting on the other.

"Yes, c'mon, it's not a big deal" you smiled at Hoseok, lucky that your heart couldn't betray you right now. He was quick: he took off his shirt and slid under the duvet as well. "You are sure?" He asked again as he turned towards you, a nod awaiting him along with a timid smile.

"Well good night then" He whispered as he smiled before turning on the other side. All you could think of was that HE, "handsome and charming" Hoseok, was laying next to you shirtless, and you were not going to close an eye at this rate. You had a crush on him for so long  that it was surreal that he didn't catch it yet, and the worst part was that you didn't know how to even tell him, since you had no experience with any of this. "Are you ok?" He turned, facing your side as you stared at the cieling.

"yeah why?" You thanked the absence of light that concealed your blush. "You keep sighing, do you have issues sleeping?" He asked, if you didn't know better, you could hear his concern seeping through his voice. "Honestly, yes" You admitted sulking in the bed a little more.

Your heart was pounding in your throat as you could almost feel his breath on your skin, even tho he was nowhere near to being close to you. "Let me help you" He whispered taking your arm in his hand. His fingers started grazing over your skin, causing a shiver down  your spine. Everything happened so slowly yet so fast, what started as gently caressing, soon turned into him pulling you closer to him, and later when you were both almost asleep, it turned into cuddling. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist, allowing you to sink in his  chest, warming you up. As you rested your head against him, you let his heartbeat lul you to sleep, unaware of how he wished time would stop right there.

Namjoon: coffee shop au.

All you wanted was a cup of chocolate, so you gathered all your will and decided to head out to your favourite coffee shop.

It was noon, the little place was almost empty, so you didn't have to wait long until your chocolate was served. Your headphones were playing your favourite tune as you sipped on the sweet drink, zooning out on the cars that were going back and forward outside.

Out of nowhere, a waitres tapped on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

She placed a small plate with a donut in front of you. "A treat from the gentleman over there" she smiled pointing at a guy that sat few tables away from you.

He was completely lost between the pages of a book as the brown strands of his hiar fell in front of his face.

Jimin: fake dating, roomates au, college au.

It was supposed to be only for one night. He begged you to pretend to be his girlfriend so no one would bother him at the party. But one time became twice, and twice became three times. Soon it was the norm. It's been a few months since you were acting out this fake relationship, he'd pick you up from class, have lunch break together, and although you avoided kissing unless *extremely* necessary, you ended up craving his lips more often, in the most random moments. The feelings u were faking in the beginning, seemed more real the more time would pass by.

"Jimin, we gotta talk" You stopped him in the middle of the campus, u couldn't keep it for yourself anymore.

"What's up? Why are you so serious?" He laughed trying to ease down the tension. You gathered all your strenght and you let it all out, once for all. "I can't do this anymore" You breathed out as his face dropped instantly. "I think I like you, and not 'fake' like you, Chim" You didn't know what to expect, and when you realized what this could cause, you froze on the spot. Well now there's no way back.

Jimin stepped forward, his delicate fingers brushed on your cheek, yet he didn't say a word. His eyes were soft, gently drinking every inch of your face.

"I like you too"

Taehyung: royalty au, fish out of sea trope.

Being the new queen's maid was challening by itself, but when you were asked to join the feast that night, you felt completely out of place. You were coming from a small fisherman family, and long dresses and wine were not your habit. So when the queen herself offered to choose one of her dresses for the nigth, you were speechless, honestly everything was overwhelming.

You wandered throught the room, looking for a spot for you to join, yet failing miserably.Being embarrassed was an understatement where u could nt fit between the maids nor the royals that were waltzing in the room cheerful.

"May I have this dance?" A low voice brought u back to the room instantly. The handsome man offered u his hand ashis lips turned in a singular boxy smile.

"i- Yes".

Soon you were swaying around the room following the movements of the man. You couldn't help but admire the blissful grin on the stranger's face as the soft waves of his hair bounced happily.

For once, in the man's arms, you finally felt home.

Jungkook: exes to lovers. Second chance at love.

When everything came to an end with Jungkook you didn't expected to be this miserable, nor Jungkook did. So when, after months, you bumped into each other at the store, your hearts swelled like you both had a vision. You coulnd't believe that he would still have the same mindblowing effect just like the first time you met in that concert's crowd.

You were both so stunned to talk, carrying on with that awkard small talk filled with 'im doing good''s and 'it's been a while''s, until he gatherd all the courage in his body and made the first move, again just like the first time.

"Maybe we should go out for a coffee and catch up.. what do you think?"

[neensdaily97]