#bts trash

[mystwright]

💜✨ I made it into the photo too! ✨💜

See!!

[jikookdaily]

...

OH

MY

GAAAAD

wtf I wasn’t ready ...

Maaaaan their position on the first one makes my heart melt...

[bluejiminniex]

*at dinner*

Jimin: hyung, how many stars you believe are in the sky?

YoonGi: I don't know¿?, why you ask?

Jimin: because the another day in the room you told me your love for me it's equal to all the stars in the sky and I wanna know how many is that

BTS:

YoonGi: *blushes* J-Jimin, shut up

Jimin: but hyung:(

Jimin: I wanna know because I wanna say you how much I love you because it's so much than the stars in the sky and you are all for me and I don't know if already exists a word who express all my feelings for you

YoonGi:

BTS:

Jimin:

Taehyung: and... if you say that his dick is like the eighth wonder of the world?

[barbyisafangirl]

LOOK AT THIS MAN!

JUST 

LOOK

AT 

HIM!!

[blingblange]

Converse High, who? I only know Concert High

[jjungkooksthighs]

Euphoria

-pairing: female reader x Jeon Jungkook

-genre: romance, f2l, danceteacher!jungkook, boyfriend!jungkook, student!reader

-rating: SFW

-warnings: currently none

- word count: 2584

- A/N: Hi, so I’m BTS trash. I’ve been trash for a few years now, but only now started writing for them as I’m very insecure with my writing. And yes, my bias is Jungkook (no shame in me admitting that, honestly). In any case, I hope you enjoy, my fellow army! 

“Kookie, please,” your soft whine sounds under him as you throw both arms around him, nuzzling into the warmth of his neck as you place a light, gentle kiss to the skin there. You’re too happy to see him to be ashamed at your bold behavior.

Normally, you’re very timid around your boyfriend, but he’s just returned to you from touring with his group, BTS. It was a surprise visit, but a very welcome and happy one on your account.

Still, you are eager to hear that familiar deep, relenting groan that he always does when he accedes to you, ever the caring boyfriend that he was to ensure that you were always happy in the limited times that you were together.

The both of you used to spend every single day together, but ever since he’d debuted as a member of BTS, that time gradually lessened as the band’s popularity and affection from their beloved army grew.

There was a time when that hurt to think about, but you didn’t mind it so much anymore. You cared too much about his happiness and wanted him to have the success and recognition he deserved after so many years of hard training and practice. You knew, for you’d been there for him through it all.

When he’d accepted the offer made by BigHit after reviewing a plethora of other companies to sign with after many years of training to sing and dance, he was ecstatic. You’d never seen him so happy, save for the times that you two had shared together.

You helped him to choose the company he’d signed with, the memory as young and fresh as the flowers he’d brought for you after finding you determinedly dancing mid-choreography to his song, Euphoria. A song that he constantly told you was written and devoted to you.

Warmth never ceased to spread through your chest when he reminded you of that. When he reminded you of his love and devotion to you.

“Aish…Do you really want me to teach you how to do that move that badly?” He gently asks, slowly running the back of his hand down your cheek as he encircles each of his arms around your slim waist. 

He already knows how beautiful of a dancer you are. He’s seen as such many times from watching the videos you send him and from secretly watching you in person when you think he’s not looking.

His warmth radiates from the muscular body you lightly press against, your answer immediate as you nod, lifting your head from his chest to meet his kind, tender gaze.

”Yes. I have my reasons for wanting to know how my boyfriend moves so gracefully every time that he dances. I may not ever be able to dance beside you, Kookie,” you pause, leaning your head into his soft touch when one hand rises to cup your cheek,” but I still want to savor everything that you do. You mean a lot to me, but you already know that, right?”

He looks down at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his and you swear that you could get lost in them if not for the way that he holds you now, his free arm pulling around you tighter as he ardently answers,” How did I ever get so lucky?”

Heat makes its way to your cheeks, redness soon staining them as you instinctively curl your fingers in his dark locks, a habit that you typically perform on yourself when he flusters you as he so often does.

He notices that, but of course does. He always knows as far as you’re concerned.

“Y/N,” he lightly presses, another upturn slowly gracing lips that you don’t see. You don’t realize you’re staring at his chest until the hand that had been on your waist moves to rest under your jaw, gently pushing upward until you’re unable to look anywhere but at those deep, soulful eyes that are always swimming in passion. Such is something you have always loved about him, but you will never admit that.

“Y/N, you’re wrong about that. You will always have a place beside me, no matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing and no matter what I might become.”

His deep voice echoes through the training room, and it is then that he turns you around, wrapping his arms around your front as he whispers, “Look at us. See that I am not going anywhere.”

When you look into the mirror, your eyes catch on the figure behind you. Your breath finds itself unable to escape your throat as you look at him in the soft fluorescent light that bathes him in an almost ethereal glow.

A thin sheen of sweet glistens against his perfect skin, his hair a rich hazel color (he must have dyed it back after that tour in America) like the beautiful eyes that remind you of topaz as they fix themselves on you, a straight and thin nose framing a thin upper lip that is flanked by a full, plump lower lip.

From experience, you know that last bit is very soft and very warm when pressed against you. Your mind doesn’t stay on that idea that wants to linger for too long if your cheeks staining themselves red have any indication of where that train of thought may have been heading.

You refocus your sight on his chest- he’s wearing a thin white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and loose-fitting navy pants that hug his calves while flaring out around the thighs that you know are built entirely of muscle.

You yourself sport an Adidas halter crop style shirt that is white amid the top and black along the bottom, your stomach on display in the space that your black sweatpants do not cover.

He frames you perfectly from behind, his height being tall enough that he could rest his head on top of yours if he so wished. You rather enjoyed that ability of his to make you feel smaller on the occasions that you both cuddled together.

You can’t deny how handsome he looks, one hand moving on its own to caress him while he looks down lovingly at you.

You don’t know when he’d managed to pull your phone from your pocket, but when he presses the play button, his song plays over the loudspeaker, the voice that fills the room a light and airy one that is so different from the deep one that you know so well.

His hands never leave you, instead trailing along your front to grip your hips as he moves the both of you from side to side in a slow, gentle pace to the rhythm and beat of the song.

You instantly know that this isn’t the choreography- you have danced it enough on your own to know every step, despite having trouble with one of the moves.

“Kook-“ You’re silenced when one hand leaves your hip, one finger pressed against those plump lips as the both of you listen to the song as you’ve done hundreds of times before. You are utterly captured by those eyes as you look up at him, his lips moving as he sings along to the song while he grins at you.

“Take my hands now. You are the cause of my euphoria.”

The last word is accented with a twist of his wrist as he twirls you around, your hands falling on that broad chest for purchase as he moves the two of you forward and then back with graceful strides.

Your doubt melts the longer that you look at him, his words, warmth and song settling over you like a blanket that you have been missing for a long while in the cold winter of his absence.

How you’ve missed him, you tell yourself. You would wonder how much he’s missed you, but you can already tell by the way those crinkles under his eyes are starting to form, how they soften for you under that tender gaze as he pulls you closer that he’s missed you terribly.

The fact causes a pang of affection and something else to strike you through.  You’re too wrapped up in him to try to decipher what that other feeling was, his head slowly falling to rest against you as he playfully rubs his nose over yours. His touch soon washes away most of the doubt had settled in the chilling loneliness during his time away from you while on tour for his new album, Love Yourself: Answer.

The irony is not lost on you that you aren’t entirely sure of yourself in your ability to stay beside Jungkook, but your boyfriend has known of that fear that has threatened to tear you apart since the beginning stages of your relationship as partners. Now, it only lingers in those dark shadows through his endless efforts to show you his feelings and devotion.

Truthfully, you don’t know how you could have gotten so lucky to deserve him.

Perhaps it is that sentiment is what causes you to whisper,” Please let me stay with you, Jeon. I don’t know what I would do without you, but…”

He stops singing, then. Rather than answering you, he takes your hand, entwining his fingers in yours. He knows that you have something to say and will patiently wait until you can find the words to say what you’re trying to.

His song plays between the two of you, his words caressing you the same way his fingers do as they run along your hand in slow circles. His eyes pierce yours now, entreating you as he tilts his head when the silence falls between both of you.

Some time passes before you can finally muster the courage to voice what has been nipping at your attention every waking moment in the time he has been away. The words are earnest when they leave your timid lips,” I have missed you so, so much, Kookie. When you’re gone, I always get like this, so I’m sorry for that. Still, I realized something when you were gone this time.”

An eyebrow flicks upward at that, a grin edging along the corners of his mouth once more as he squeezes your hand, “Oh? And what did you realize, Y/N? That you love me?”

It’s your sharp intake of breath that makes him chuckle, his bubbly laugh music to your ears as your smile pushes at the corners of your lips when you nervously cup a hand over your mouth, “What’s wrong Y/N? Cat got your tongue?”

Embarrassment and mortification are quick to fall upon you like a heavy brick, your stomach dropping at the notion that he knows now what you had been afraid to admit to yourself for weeks. 

“I…you…how did you?” You stutter, unable to form a coherent thought at your now exposed secret.

He titters for a little while longer, his other hand taking your free one to place it over his heart as he places a tender kiss to your forehead before moving back to look at you.

All the while, you can feel rapid thumping against the hand that now rests where his heart beats with life under your fingertips. You had no idea that a heart could move so fast, before, despite how your boyfriend makes your pulse race every time that you have the joy of being able to be with him and see him.

“Ah, Y/N,” he starts as his song plays once more,” I have known that for a long time, now. I could always tell from how you sound different when you talk to me, from how you always light up when I see you… whether it was through our many video chats or in person, you always get so happy when we’re together,” he happily admits.

Your eyes widen now, your own heart beating so loudly that you’re sure he can hear it in his closeness to you as it pounds through your eardrums while his song to you plays in the background while he continues,” Even Taehyung-ssi and Jimin-hyung say that they notice how you always become that way around me. That I am your euphoria, nae sarang.”

At his admission, your legs buckle, the strength that was there shifting to that of looseness and pliability. You feel strong arms move under your back and legs so that he’s holding you as if you’re like one of those girls from the k-drama’s you watch so often where the boy catches the girl and they have that moment of eye contact where there is an unspoken conversation.

You always wondered if that whole idea was a concept constructed purely for entertainment, but now, as you look up into his tender, kindred eyes, you know it’s real. You know that everything he’s told you is real. The sincerity almost looks as if it is pooling in those deep, earnest eyes.

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He leans down to touch his nose to yours, closing his eyes as he warmly replies,” I love you, Y/N. Have faith in me as I do in you that we will always have each other, alright?”

You nod under him, closing your eyes in turn as you settle into his comforting embrace, his words taking their place in your mind like the gentle heat of the sun on a spring day.

It is when his song ends that he pulls away, your eyes opening to seek the contact of him that leaves coldness in its wake. A cocky grin greets you as he looks down at you with newfound excitement in his eyes,” So, you wanted me to teach you the dance, right?”

Your head tilts to the side, wondering what he will do with the mischievousness that lies dormant in the corner of those eyes that look amusedly at you,” I can’t have my backup dancer not knowing the steps, right?”

At that, you gasp, the joy so profound in your tone as you animatedly question,” Really, Jungkook-ah? Truly?? I will be able to perform with you?”

The grin quickly shifts into something more playful as he lowers his lips to your ear,” Keep dancing like that and you’ll be with me a lot more, Y/N,” his chuckle echoes through the training room and you can’t help the butterflies that begin to flit through your chest at the sentiment.

When you find the strength to stand again and he places a chair in the front of the mirrors ahead of you only to straddle and sit atop of it, your cheeks burn as his song begins once more.

You let the music move you and before long, you’re dancing to the beat and rhythm of Jungkook, his eyes trained solely on you as you move yourself to his creation.

It was a good thing he’d already contacted his manager and sent in videos of multiple different choreographies of songs from the new BTS album that you’d sent him on the routine days that you had dutifully practiced to show your boyfriend how much the new songs meant to you since they were part of him.

He’d already aside a place for you to be beside him on his solo stage for the remainder of the tour. He couldn’t bear to be without you for a day longer.

His eyes narrow in an interested gaze as he watches you move as gracefully as Jimin but as precise as Hoseok, lips falling apart as he gets lost in the sight of you. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t know how he could have ever gotten so lucky.

[jimins-little-koala]

I’m Attached To You

I’m so attached to you and I don’t know why.

You don’t know me, yet I can’t help but feel a connection with you.

You don’t know me yet I am attached.

I’m so attached.

I love you so much and we don’t even know each other.

You have my heart and I’m not even mad about it.

Park Jimin, I am attached to you.

You own my heart.

You own me.

I just want to hold you.

I just want to be a reason you smile every day.

I just want to be able to love you.

I just want to be able to be yours.

 I just want to be able to call you mine and mine alone.

I hope you know that when I’m sad I write about you.

When I write about you it all goes away.

It’s like you protect me from the dark side of myself.

You are my rock.

You are my light.

You are my Serendipity.

I love you.

You keep me sane.

You keep going.

You keep me happy.

You keep me alive.

You’re my everything.

You’re my angel.

You protect me from myself.

You make me smile when I feel like it’s impossible to even be happy.

You make me laugh when I don’t feel like laughing.

You make me cry happy tears.

Your existence is what keeps me alive.

You’re like the sunshine I’ve always needed in my life.

Some people say the things you do for me are coincidences.

Others say that it’s a sign.

Others think we are soul mates.

Whatever it is it is powerful.

The way you seem to know when something is wrong with me.

The way you seem to know when I’m at my breaking point.

The way you seem to always know when I’m not okay.

It is powerful.

You are powerful.

Park Jimin, you make me happier than I have ever been in my life.

Park Jimin, you make me want to be alive.

Park Jimin, you save me from the darkness every time I need you to.

Park Jimin, you are like my best friend that doesn’t know me.

Park Jimin, you are my better half.

Park Jimin, you are my light.

Park Jimin, you are my rock.

Park Jimin, you are my happiness.

Park Jimin, you are my love.

Park Jimin, you are my reason to believe in love.

Park Jimin, I love you.

[yovibeispretty]

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