"I give up!" You say as you fall back into your desk chair while throwing your hands up in the air.
University classes are taking a toll on you. It's currently 1:30am and you are nowhere near done with your midterm essay despite starting at 6:00pm. You are tired and would love nothing more than to fall into your bed, surrounded by comfortable pillows, but alas you are stubborn and must get it done now.
"Why me~," You whine to the ceiling.
A deep chuckle answers you. You gasp and turn around, looking for the source of the sound. It's dark in your room besides the small desk lamp that does nothing to illuminate the rest of the space. Your eyes search the darkness for- there!
Min Yoongi.
The shadows melt away from his figure as he moves from the dark corner next to your bed. He is dressed in black pants, shoes, and a navy polo over top of a t-shirt. Despite the business-casual atmosphere of the outfit, he looks ravishing. Your heart flutters as you look him over, which he notices. He chuckles again as he reaches you. He tugs a piece of your hair and wraps it around his finger.
His eyes shine with mischief as they meet yours. "What is wrong, my love?"
"School," you reply. "I have been working on this midterm essay for my English class for seven hours, but the words just won't flow out of me." You tell him. In his presence, all tension leaves your body. He is your rock and protector, always comforting you.
He raises an eyebrow and glances over your shoulder at your laptop. "Is this essay really that serious to cause you to lose sleep?" He asks as he sends a small glare your way.
You pipe up at the underlying scrutiny in his voice. "It's worth 25% of my final grade," You say, "If I do not do well my grade will drop a whole letter."
"Your grade wouldn't matter if you are too tired to even function," He chides. "Really, Y/N? You haven't eaten anything but instant noodles all day." He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "That's not healthy for you."
"What do you know about being healthy?" You snap back. "You're not even human."
"Ah, maybe not, but I know more than any of you humans can imagine." He grins devilishly. He gathers you into his arms and carries you to your bed.
"What are you doing, Yoongi?" You ask him as he sets you down. "I need to finish the essay." You can easily get up and continue your work, but in his presence all worries melt away.
"No you do not," He responds as he tucks you into bed. "You forget love that I can control time. Since my arrival time has stood still," He gestures to the clock, which still reads 1:30am. "Therefore, you should rest." He places a delicate kiss on your forehead before settling next to you. "When you wake up, time will not have moved and then you can work on the essay."
"Hmm," you hum in response, already feeling his magic take ahold of you and bring you into a peaceful sleep.
You hear him chuckle again before he wraps his arms around you. Always protecting. "Rest, I got you," Are the last words you hear before sleep takes ahold of you.
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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune.
You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth.
You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you.
You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business.
Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still.
Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow.
Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security.
“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception.
“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”
“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited.
Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”
“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”
“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company's virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried.
“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”
There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more.
They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing.
Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst.
Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off.
They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating.
“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked
“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”
It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking.
You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building.
You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator.
“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago.
You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to.
“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker.
Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s.
~Time skip to present~
The shareholders meeting at the new building was exciting, you had actually started working in BigHit within the accounts department. You were actually the assistant to the head of the accounts department who when he retired would leave you his position.
You discussed the changes of the company together agreeing on the new name Hybe and all the new parts to come within the growing company.
You were glad for your decision over the last five years you had bought more shares. Not a moment too soon as the boy's fame lifted the shared value immensely.
You now owned forty five percent of the company and you weren’t quiet, giving your opinions and more during the meetings.
You were the only person in the room under thirty and they seemed to agree with your views. But you also had accounting experience to know what was plausible or not.
The door opened and in trickled idols, BTS, TXT, Enhyphen and more each looking nervous. Well most looking nervous nothing seemed to shake the TXT boys all off in their own world thinking bubblegum thoughts and the lunch menu.
“I would like to announce our new CEO,” Bang Si Hyuk announced. Your head snapped up, you all didn’t discuss anything about electing a new CEO.
“We have all been discussing and each member of the board has agreed to offer the new CEO position to Y/n” your eyes widened.
Not only that, a set of eyes landed on yours, surprised to see you in the room. Your mouth opened and closed, “give me a little time to think about it and I will let you know.” They nodded concluding the meeting.
Jin:
“Hey y/n, what are you doing in the shareholders meeting?” Jin asked as you left the room.
“Uh it’s a long story, do you have time?”
“I always have time,” he led me to a small room where we sat on a couch. “You look good by the way”
“Thank you,” you said slumping against the sofa, “a few years ago my father took my University savings and bought stocks at BigHit. I never knew anything about BigHit until the day we met. I got to know you and your dreams and I wanted to support you so I made sure to protect the shares and even bought a few more.”
“I own 45% of the company” you breathed, I started working as an accountant when I finished my degree and we have been dating for almost five years” you said “I am sorry I didn’t tell you”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he laughed “but if I kiss you do I get a pay raise?”
Yoongi:
Yoongi wasn’t outside when you left the meeting, he wasn’t answering his phone and you started to panic. Racing around the building until you arrived at his studio ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and as always he stepped aside without a word, “Yoongi, I am sorry I never told you a few years ago before we met my father stole my uni tuition and bought stocks in BigHit everything else is true. I met you the day we met. I really knew nothing about BTS. I do work as an accountant in the business and today they offered me the position of CEO” you rambled and he looked at you with a small smile.
He checked his phone and saw the array of missed calls and messages and he let out a soft laugh. “I know.”
“Please don’t be mad at me, Yoongi” you begged “I love you and will never keep anything from you again?”
“You are saying this like I hate it, honestly I think it’s kind of sexy that you're my boss,” he grinned flashing the pink of his gums, “I am writing a song for D-3 would you like to hear it?”
“Sure what is it called?”
“Women in charge” he slipped the headphones over your ears.
Hoseok:
Hoseok sent you a text once he left the room. You waited the whole meeting before checking your phone.
“When were you going to tell me?” His text seemed ominous, was he asking playfully or seriously, you couldn’t tell.
You called Hoseok and he answered, “hey Hobi, where are you?”
“I’m out at the moment.” He said his tone was guarded but still gentle.
“I want to talk about how this all happened. If you will listen”
“I’m nervous” he said “what if it’s better off not knowing?”
“Listen I didn’t get here by choice I can tell you that” I spoke honestly, “I can also promise you, on the day we met it was the first time I had ever even heard of BTS”
“Well that does feel a little better, I didn’t like the idea of a stalker fan buying shares and dwindling her way into my heart” he said in a cute voice.
Namjoon:
Once the meeting was concluded Namjoon walked back into the room and was by your side. “How did you get an offer from the CEO, have you been buying shares, I hope you haven’t done anything illegal. '' He poked your sides playfully.
“No, years ago before we even met my dad he took my uni fund and bought shares in what he thought was a promising entertainment company. I thought he was an idiot and I couldn’t sell them and get my money back so I kept them hoping one day I could sell them and get the money I had lost. But well I met you and I saw how bad you wanted to be an idol and I thought maybe I would keep them and support you when I could even buying more when I could”
“How much do you own?”
“45% of 3.2 billion is about 1.4 billion” you whispered, something you were proud of was your math brain developed from studying accounting at university.
“You are worth more than I am?” He giggled, “we might have to get you a bodyguard”
Jimin:
“Hey love,” Jimin said when you came home, you were busy all day with reading over paperwork and being led through the CEO’s position, job requirements and entitlements. It was gruelling.
“I love you and your opinion matters so much to me Jimin,” you buried your face in his chest and felt him soften a little his body wrapping around you protectively.
“This position seems like a lot of work and I don’t know if I can handle it, but if I did take it, I can make sure you and the boys and all the trainees are being treated right. I want to help you guys but I also don’t want to take over. Not to mention if our relationship gets out. I want your opinion. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“Hey I think you would make an awesome CEO, you are young and know what people want, you have some great ideas…”
“But?”
“But, I don’t want to break up. I want to see you everyday and not in secret”
“What do you mean, as the CEO I can personally hang around you and the boys and it not be weird.” You smirked “and why would we break up, as the boss I can leave and go home when I want to. I don’t have to stay behind and crunch numbers until my brain is fried we can be like a real couple now”
He beamed “really!”
“Really.”
Taehyung:
“Are you going to be the new CEO?” Soobin asked you, smiling brightly, “how did you get asked to take that position?”
“Technically y/n owns almost half the company anyway?” Yeonjun added “she has since about 2012”
“How did you afford that?” Hyuening kai asked
“Well, back then the shares were only a dollar each, the company wasn’t famous, I had money saved up for university and my father, being a wannabe entrepreneur, took my money and bought a large chunk of the shares. Of course, once you buy them you wait for the shares to go up and sell them for a higher price but the never did”
I had to put myself through university while working part time and it was hell, why did I save so much just to struggle. I got a letter one day telling me I was welcome at the shareholders meeting.
“I met everyone in the company for the first time, you were all trainees pre debut and I met all the BTS boys that year, they had just released Run which kept playing at the radio at work” you laughed “I didn’t know they sang the song or anything about them really but I saw their determination. I was actually going to sell the stocks but I thought maybe I could support all these young artists who wanted to be idols.”
“After Uni I applied for a job in the accounts department and it took four years and I am now the assistant to the head of department. I didn’t think I would be offered the position of CEO and more importantly I am nervous.”
“I would love to know what everyone thinks” You spoke around the table, each seat now occupied with idols and trainees from different groups.
“It would be nice to have someone young as a CEO, you understand the next generation better than some” Niki smiled
“I think it will be great, we have seen you around a lot, and feel comfortable with you already” Yeonjun nodded
“We feel like we can really talk to you,” Soobin smiled.
“I think you will make a great CEO” Taehyung leaned behind you kissing your temple. “I can walk into your office whenever I want and not have to worry about causing a scandal”
Jungkook:
“Hey over here?” Jungkook called you across the room, he was eating a subway sandwich with some of the other trainees and shareholders he smiled.
“Are you going to be the new CEO?”
“I mean I haven’t decided yet, I am not sure I have to read it over?” I said “I know I wanted a promotion to the head of accountants when he retired but to be the CEO that’s insane.”
“If you become the CEO, imma get my eyebrow pierced” He grinned childishly, “cause you can’t stop me!”
“And I don’t have to cover up my tattoos cause you love my tattoos!” He giggled, pulling up his sleeves to flex his muscles in his arms.
“Jungkook, are you trying to seduce your boss?” You said in mock offence.
Summery: After finals, you choose to take a nap. Your favorite heated blanket comes to join you.
Pairing: Jungkook (bts) x Reader
Word Count: 771 words
Genre: Fluff, College AU
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Talk about food
A/N: Happy birthday to the wonderful @ditttiii! I know you’re in the midst of finals right now! Please make sure to take care of yourself and rest when able! I hope you have a wonderful birthday as well (even if you celebrate it after the rush of all your finals)!
The couch hugged you lovingly as you breathed a deep sigh of relief, allowing yourself to rest in a way that you hadn't let yourself in months. Your mind felt as blank as a windows screensaver as your aching body seemed to release some of the pent up tension from weeks and weeks of tiresome work. It wasn't the nicest couch nor was it always the most comfortable couch, but in that moment after finishing your last final of the semester it was the most comfortable place in the world. There were no other things you needed to do at that moment.
Well maybe there were things you could do, but you weren’t going to do them right now.
You had time to take a breather and relax.
Finally.
Your eyes closed slowly, their weight pulling themselves down as you slowly sunk into a light slumber.
Sleep didn't hold on to you well and after an unknown amount of time you started hearing small clatter and chatter from elsewhere in your apartment. There was some sort of scraping and chopping happening behind you-- likely in the kitchen. Your limbs were too heavy and your mind too foggy to fully process the noise. It was likely just another one of your roommates.
Your eyes did open slightly when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder.
“Y/n-ah, I made you some dinner. When you get up, it’ll be on the table. Do you want anything to drink?”
Distantly, you remember mumbling about hot tea, but your mind was trying to place where you heard this melodious voice before. The voice was soft and harmonious and you felt like you could listen to it for hours on end without getting tired of it. The fog that clung to your mind still hadn't released you enough to process everything as you struggled to place who the beautiful voice belonged to. You reached out and touched the hand, gently rubbing the knuckles. It was soft and dry and felt like the owner of the hand had washed it repeatedly and not put lotion on.
You hummed.
Laughter caressed your ears as the hand rubbed your shoulder gently, and as you listened to the voice, you realized it belonged to your boyfriend, Jungkook. Joy bubbled in your stomach and made your heart feel fuzzy as you laughed lightly ( although it sounded more like a groan).
“Hear me out… what if you joined me on the couch? We can eat a tad later.”
Jungkook laughed and pinched your shoulder gently, “The food will get cold.”
“We have a microwave. I want my heated blanket.”
Jungkook sighed and you imagined him shaking his head in mock annoyance at you calling him a blanket. Just as you were about to grumble more, you felt the couch shift as he tried to settle on you and put as little weight on you as possible.
“Ya. If you’re going to sit on me, do it right. I want to be crushed… lovingly.”
He laughed, putting more of his weight on you as he shifted the both of you around on the couch. After a few minutes of wiggling and giggling, you found yourself laying between him and the couch, your head resting on his chest as you drifted in and out of sleep again.
His breathing evened out as the two of you drifted in dream land together. Warmth enveloped you and you found yourself burying your nose in his chest, enjoying the feel of his shirt’s fabric and the smell of his laundry detergent.
“Yo! if either of you don't eat your food soon, I'm going to eat it myself. Get up!”
The two of you jumped at your roommate who is talking in the kitchen. They were laughing but you knew that it wasn't an empty threat. They’d willingly eat all of your food and give you none. Begrudgingly, you left Jungkook's warm hug, getting up slowly, rubbing your eyes gently, and waddling into the kitchen. When you entered the kitchen, you were struck by how much you loved your boyfriend. Sitting prettily on the kitchen table was a bunch of your favorite foods, all of them somewhat cold.
Nothing a little microwaving wouldn't help.
You looked back at your boyfriend who was just starting to get up, his hair all over the place and an impression of the couche's fabric on his face. Maybe the two of you could nap more after you ate.
You laughed lightly as he stared blankly up at the ceiling, slowly getting his bearings, "You want anything to drink, Jungkook-ah?"
Project: @thebtswritersclub September project - Week 2 - Prompt: Reading
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The new space they were filming the second season of In the Soop was different, but nonetheless cozy, warm, and inviting. Inviting to fun, to new hobbies, to relaxation.
This time, Namjoon brought more books. He wanted to spend some quiet time by himself in the company of his bonsai, but he soon found himself changing plans. He started to crave Jungkook’s company.
So he allowed himself that. And every couple of paragraphs, still engrossed in the poetic words, he would lift up his head and look at the maknae sitting on the floor, putting colors on a blank canvas.
Rating: All audiences
Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure, Romance, Drama.
Pairing: Bts x Reader
Summary: Being BTS’s assistant manager sounded more fun than it was, their schedule was busy and they no longer had time to talk, eat and play. On top of that you couldn’t get close to them for fear of rumours spreading. An accident on set leaves you in a bit of a pickle. No longer do you have to care for the seven tiny boys. No they are huge! Or is it you who is now small?
You were working for the BTS boys, running around getting random props, bags, water, food and other miscellaneous items. You would carry paperwork from Sejin’s office to other departments and staff. You worked precise and efficiently, not allowing for any chance of mistake.
At least you tried to, you of course made plenty of mistakes in the beginning taking the form for props to the set design, taking the costume designs to Sejin and even carried the budget into a TXT live stream luckily you were not caught on camera. Bowing and stepping out.
Sejin was patient with you and you were grateful, you got to see the BTS boys when they came in for dance practice but they were usually so distracted. They loved having you around but you felt like you got seconds with them before they were gone again. You missed the days when they were little.
You were sent to gather some old props for some new song that would use them as references, you were excited but they never really told you much of anything, everyone was pretty tight lipped. But they assumed you couldn’t speak Korean and in their defence you kind of couldn’t. Sure you had studied Korean in school but talking with the boys was one thing and coming to Korea was another.
Locating the storage room you flicked on the light and pinned the door back, you were running around looking for the items when you saw the old doll house, the one you had built for them. The kept it for a few Tiny Tan recreation videos and was moved into storage at some point.
Stepping closer to see the pile of little clothes they used to wear, it made you miss them more. Taking care of them, talking whenever you wanted and just sharing your friendship. It was such a beautiful memory, but so long ago it was more nostalgic than anything.
You would give anything to be able to go back to that moment. Turning you found the box you were looking for, trying to carefully get it off the top shelf and lower it down you had a lever digging into your chest. Grasping the crate you pulled it off the shelf and tried to safely place it on the floor. The corner of the box getting caught on something.
You stepped back hoping whatever was in the way was now clear for you to place the props container on the cement. Even though you knew you should be heading back already you didn’t want to take the wrong box of props to set. Just a quick glance inside to prevent any further delays that might occur taking a second trip.
There was a small creaking sound like something falling into place. Opening the box you heard a whirring noise above you looking up to see the same machine that had miniaturized the boys in the first place. Someone had turned it on and it was pointed at you. Looking down you saw the lever which had previously been dug into your chest. It must have been caught on the box and as you brought the box down it took the lever with it.
Unlike other times the lever seemed stuck and the machine was making so much noise you were generally worried it would blow up leaving you with severe burns.
“I’m an idiot.” You gasped falling forward into the box lid clattering somewhere off to the side. A soft leather jacket breaking your fall, next to Hoseok’s spiked mask. That was close. Taking a deep breath you tried to wriggle towards the edge of the box only falling deeper into the soft leather. You heard the door to the prop room open.
“Where did she go?” Exasperation dripping off the strangers words.
“We will find her later, we have to take the props out quickly.”
The box was lifted and you dove under the fabric hiding in the jacket pocket. Hoping not to be spotted by anyone. They began taking things from the box. Please don’t throw or drop me.” You whispered
“Hey, my old leather jacket,” Yoongi grinned, “This is from when we were shooting danger.”
“Yoongi it’s your turn to get your hair done.” He walked over and sat in the chair, squished against the arm of the chair and his body. Pushing him he moved slightly making a small noise of confusion.
“Stay here, I just need to grab another bottle of heat protectant spray,” the stylist said, Yoongi’s hand went into the pocket and your only defense mechanism was to curl up in a ball. He pulled you from his pocket and looked down at you confused.
If you were to fall you weren’t sure you would survive, the world was so big and you were so small. “What is- Y/n?” He shut his mouth quickly and hid you close to him, “what is going on?”
“I was getting props and I bumped the lever and got miniaturized,” You sighed sitting in his hand, “That’s not the only problem I think the machine is broken, meaning I might be stuck like this forever.”
“You are going to have to hide in my pocket, we will figure this out once the shooting is done.” He said with a small smile sliding you back into his jacket pocket. “My very own tiny hand warmer.”
Your cheeks flushed as you tried to make yourself comfortable in his pocket. It wasn’t the most fun experience, the dancing was erratic and you were starting to feel sick. That and the temperature in the small space was climbing.
After a few takes Yoongi went to get a drink pulling you from his pocket and smiling. “I am sorry, it mustn’t be comfortable.”
“Yoongi, it's time for solo scenes,” Seokjin said, “I just finished mine, so you are up next.”
“Alright, um... Y/n, accidentally shrunk herself,” Yoongi lifted you into the older members view, still keeping you hidden from the other staff members. Seokjin’s face split into a grin as he let out a little aegyo whine. Yoongi was being called again so he gently placed you in Seokjin’s hand, “Can you hold her for a bit and keep her safe and out of sight?”
“Hello love, tell me how I look, is my handsome face as beautiful up close.” He laughed holding you up close to his face, eyes big, you laughed at how silly he looked when he was cinema sized.
“Your jokes are funnier when you are this big,” You giggled and he scoffed, your laugh had caught the attention of Jungkook. Once he recognized you, he bore a mischievous smile. The fake maknae and the golden maknae were quick to taunt and tease you, poking your sides and making you giggle some more. "ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵃᶦʳ!"
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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating: All
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Words: 1.5k
Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
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Tonight you had decided to ask Hoseok what he wanted to eat for dinner. A quick knock on his always-open door and a peek inside showed him sitting on his bed. With his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees he looked young. He was staring forlornly at the wall, perhaps you thought he was feeling a little homesick. The city was much different from what he was used to.
“Hoseok, hey?” You sat beside him the scent of fresh pine on his warm-toned skin. Waving your hand within his line of sight in an effort to gain his attention. The deer blinked, giving you a bright smile and a cheery laugh.
“Sorry, I was lost in thought?” He straightened out his legs. You patted the soft comforter in front of you.
“Shuffle your butt over here,” you spoke softly. He continued to face the wall and shuffled over, you pulled him to lay back against you, “Are you feeling homesick honey?”
“Yeah, I guess I miss nature. It’s just, it’s so bare” he muttered looking around his room, a desk with a laptop, a bed, and bedside tables he sniffed wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “I miss it.”
“How about we get you some plants as many as you want, to fill the room, if you really want we can tear up the carpet and lay down grass instead,” Hoseok laughed as you described a tall plant by his desk flowers on his bedside tables and hanging pots from the ceiling. “You can call them, that’s why I got you this,”
He nodded taking the phone you held out to him, he dialed a number and placed it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Hello my sister,” he said, relaxing as he heard the familiar voice.
“Hobi!” She called through the phone, which seemed to cause a commotion on the other end of the phone as many voices could be heard, “what is it like in the city? Are they treating you nicely? Have you been eating?”
“It’s really nice and everyone is so fun and nice and we eat lots of food together,” he cheered. The family was talking happily and you grinned scratching Hoseok's head happily laughing with him.
“We are going to decorate his room with plants,” you assured his family that he was being treated well, “oh! tonight is your choice for dinner so what would you like?”
“Unnie, Hobi likes Japchae and meat,” his sister giggled over the phone and you leaned around Hoseok and grinned.
“What you think Hobi-ah? Sounds good?” You used their nickname teasingly but in hopes, he would feel more at home and at ease around you.
“Mm, Hobi wants japchae!” He said cutely, making you laugh, you gently pushed his firm and warm body until he was sitting up enough to slip out from behind him.
“Alright, you keep talking I will round up Jin and Yoongi and we will get to work cooking,” bidding your goodbyes to Hoseok’s family, you headed out to the kitchen. Yoongi was tying up his apron and Jin was playing video games with the youngest of the group.
You decided against asking Jin as he seemed truly engrossed in playing his video games. Sorting out ingredients and finding a recipe Yoongi and yourself shuffled around the kitchen. There were moments where you reached over where he was cutting vegetables and your shoulders would brushed and just for a second you would hear a small purr.
Jin lost to Jungkook and pouted, scuffing his slippers as he entered the kitchen, “Ya! The game likes Jungkook better!” He whined, with a grin on your face you pulled him into a hug. Arms wrapping around his tiny waist as you buried your face in the soft sweater he was wearing, it smelt sweet like figs and his ears twitched.
“I am just happy you tried your best,” you praised him, as you felt the vibrating chittering in his chest almost like a purr but more like a rattle. He nuzzled your hair breathing in your scent. You got him to join in with the cooking. Your instructions interrupted by Taehyung who was complaining about being hungry.
Sliding between the two hybrids to get past, you got some ingredients from the fridge. You sat at the breakfast bar mixing the ingredients in a big metal bowl. Taehyung had been your neighbor for at least five years now and you knew his favorite foods.
“Try this and tell me how it is?” you held a ball of rice out in a plastic gloved hand and he leaned in eating it. His eyes lighting up. He gave a deep mmh-mm of approval and his tail was smacking Jungkook in the thigh, the young boy looking at the offending appendage and swatted it away.
“Me too, noona” He smiled pointing to his mouth and you popped one of the Jumeokbap onto his tongue. He chewed it happily his cheeks puffed full, a purr filling the room loudly. You turned to Jin offering him a taste, he praised it with a thumbs up.
Carrying the bowl around to Yoongi you smiled, “You want to try one Yoongi?” He didn’t reply but leaned his head towards you eyes on the food mouth opened.
He let you put one in his mouth, and you pressed your ear to Yoongi’s shoulder, his purrs were definitely the quietest out of all the felines in the house, they were ones that vibrated deeply in his chest but didn’t make too much noise unless it was really quiet and you listened intently.
“I smell tuna!” Jimin grinned bounding over his long legs barely touched the ground and he smiled, “Me love, one for me”
You were trying to roll one but he had started rubbing his face on your jaw and neck impatiently, as he purred sweetly, “I am making it as fast as I can,” the words barely came out through your giggles his soft hair tickling your neck, his ears twitching at the sound.
“Here try this one,” he leaned in wrapping his mouth around the rice ball his eyes never leaving yours. “Is it good?”
“Mm very good” he hummed standing behind you his hands wrapped around your waist as you made one for Namjoon. He held out his hand and ate it, nodding before awkwardly shuffling around waiting for the food to finish. Hoseok exited his room smiling brightly, it seemed the conversation with his family had eased his loneliness.
Namjoon at dinner was a little scary all he could see was food and his deep purrs were so loud that it almost sounded like thunder rumbling outside. You brought up the question at dinner and watched them all choke on their food.
“It is only natural, I am just wondering when and if you know your rut schedule so I can put it on the calendar and if you need any assistance during this time we can look for a suitable companion or items that can relief your needs.”
Jungkook was bright red and Jimin thought honestly, “I don’t need assistance but if when I am not in my room we could cuddle,”
“I also do not require assitance I will just be in my room,” Namjoon said with a small reassuring smile.
“I have never had a rut,” Jungkook said his cheeks never losing their rosey colour, “They gave us a hormone blocker every six months so we would behave, we just got really annoyed”
You nodded they all seemed to agree that they would be fine on their own in their room but you thought you would look into somethings as a fail safe. After your goodnights to each of the boys giving them a sweet kiss on their foreheads, you sat on Jungkook’s bed and told him more of the stories of the fox.
“In Korean legends, the Kumiho is often described as a terrifying and sad creature that strives to become a real human. It is said that a Kumiho can turn into a real human by eating 100 human livers or by marrying a human and living with them for 100 days without their true identity being discovered. There are many more theories on how they came to be but they…”
Once everyone was tucked in, you spent the night in the lounge. Searching the web for eligible companions and items that could assist the seven young men. You hoped they were all settling in nicely. A figure appeared in the hall, ringing his tail in his hands, you gave a soft smile, surprised as the figure came closer.
It wasn’t Jimin as you had first thought, it was Jungkook, you walked him back to bed and he whispered, “I am nervous what if I do something bad during my rut?”
“I know your true nature Jungkook, I know you don’t want to hurt any of the boys or even myself and when the rut passes well then you will be back to the old Koo we know and love.”
“Can you sleep in my room tonight?” He said and seeing your apprehension he added, “Just until I fall asleep?”
“Alright just until you fall asleep.” Not knowing how exhausted you were and how the bed was so soft and enticing. You had fallen asleep almost instantly, letting Jungkook pull you into his arms and nuzzle your shoulder.
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Sumemery: A spontaneous picnic date sounds nice in theory. Especially on a warm late-spring day.
Word Count: 472
Pairing: Yoongi (BTS) x Reader
Genre: fluff, hybrid au, established relationship
Warnings: none
Ratings: E for everyone
Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @casuallyimagining!!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a great week! Thank you so much for being my friend and mutual!
You looked around the park, watching as children ran around excitedly, screaming as they threw water balloons left and right. They were all in bathing suits and were all soaking wet. You and Yoongi were as far from them as possible – which wasn't as far away as you wanted.
Ideally, you would have been far far away from the screaming kids. Just the two of you, enjoying the post picnic bliss and soaking up some heat from the welcome late-spring sun. Maybe you’d read as Yoongi napped away in your lap (his tail gently swaying and occasionally tickling you as he cuddled you). That was your intent when you proposed a date.
Sadly, the nice weather seemed to draw out the children as well… including a birthday party full of screaming kids. At first it wasn’t too bad. They were somewhat quiet as they sang “Happy Birthday” and did who knows what else but then they started a water balloon fight and it all went downhill. Their screams pierced the air and were particularly high pitched and painful when they were hit with the cold water balloons.
Yoongi seemed okay with the ruckus. He wasn't sulking about the noise. In fact, despite the noise level your spouse was a purring puddle as you played with his hair, gently scratching the valley between his velvety cat ears. It was as if he was in his own world.
Oh you wish you could join him.
After the food had been mostly eaten and you were all excited to settle in for a good book, their screen started. Even an hour in, when you were sure they would have run out of balloons, they didn’t stop screaming and they seemed to upgrade to water guns.
What was worse is you were developing a painful headache. Each scream pierced your ears and stabbed you in the brain. Every change in the sunbeams felt like sandpaper to your eyes. Even breathing was getting painful.
You sighed tiredly.
This was absolutely not what you wanted for your date.
Yoongi looked up at you lazily, his third eyelid fluttering open and closed as he fought off sleep. He smacked his lips together slowly and started readjusting in your lap.
“Time to go home?”
“I think so,” You sighed, squeezing your neck in an attempt to ease the growing pain.
He hummed softly, nestling into your hand that was still resting on his head before getting up, his tail swaying lazily as the two of you packed up.
“You know, I've enjoyed today.”
“Me too. Thank you for coming out for a picnic.”
Yoongi nodded, “Of course, love. I love our spontaneous dates.”
“ And I love you.”
He flashed a soft pink, the software leaving his chest that you barely heard.
Grabbing your hand gently, he said, “Let's go home.”
Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship AU (somewhat)
Warnings: None
Rating: G
The book was heavy and solid in your hands. It was a sure weight in your lap, the world inside it felt as real as your apartment. Its pages were soft and worn from its previous owner loving it sweetly. Every once in a while, you came across a small note written in pencil that you’d read slowly and smile contently at or a bent page that you’d spend a few seconds rubbing away as best as possible. Its old smell drifting through the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of hot cocoa, and wrapping you in a warm blanket.
You’d spent many hours of your childhood and adulthood wrapped in the throws of books and by now they were a second home to you. After long days at work or when you just wanted to be, you found yourself turning to a book as an escape (sometimes ones you hadn’t read and sometimes ones you’d read over and over and over).
Today, it was a new book for you and sitting on the couch with a soft blanket wrapped around you snuggly, you felt content. The book actually belonged to Namjoon, who sat next to you, his knee gently pressed against your thigh from where he sat cross-legged, one of your all time favorite books gently sitting in his lap.
He was holding it delicately, as if any second it’d fall apart (and it probably would knowing how much you read it and how clumsy he was). That being said, neither of you were fully focused on reading, every once in a while the two of you would catch each other's eyes, a soft blush perpetually resting on your faces. Likely because every time you did make eye contact, you felt the ghost of his lips against your own and his arms around your waist.
In short: most of your focus was on Namjoon because you enjoyed his company and his presence. His energy was like a soothing wind or a soft song and you never tired of it… nor did you feel the need to rush around him.You didn’t feel the need to bring up the kiss you two shared yet… or the soft moments after because it all would come in time. There was a little worry about what it meant that loomed over you, but every time you looked up at Namjoon and more blush bloomed over his face and he kindly looked at you, all those worries quieted. You didn’t have to worry about your relationship with him. It will surely grow and develop as you two are ready.
Over the two years you’d known him, you’d grown super comfortable with him. You’d met in college as two part timers at the library. You were supposed to put books away but often found yourself deep in conversations with Namjoon about the many books you both read. Soon enough, the two of you were meeting outside of work, matching excited smiles greeting each other as you started a small book club.
Just you and him.
Soon enough, you found yourself inviting him to the small parties you occasionally held for your inner circle (of 3 other people). He hit it off with all of them and soon enough, he had managed to worm his way into your inner circle (which was really just your circle because you were fairly guarded) and heart.
He was one of your closest friends and while what had happened in the kitchen just a few moments ago would most definitely lead to changes in your relationship, you didn’t feel the need to rush it. Those changes would come in time.
As with everything with your relationship with Namjoon had.
Your mind drifted to a moment you’d shared with him just a little while ago.
A kiss.
A soft kiss.
It hadn’t been your intent to kiss him when you two agreed to swap your favorite books and read them together for your book club this week. In fact, you were expecting to find another amazing book and enjoy a few hours on the couch with Namjoon. It just so happened that he was hugging your back while you were making hot cocoa (something that had happened somewhat often since you started reading together), his head gently resting on your shoulder. He was so close that you could feel his soft breaths against your neck and his (admittedly large) pecks on your back as he hugged you. When you turned around in his grasp you became struck by his proximity and him. He was looking at you softly, like you held the world in your hands and he wholy trusted you with it, his eyes slowly tracing your face. Your own eyes seemed to mimic, entranced by how cute he was. You always loved his cute nose and soft dimples.
Maybe he’d wormed your way into your heart as more than a friend.
Maybe you loved him.
One of you leaned in first.
You didn’t know who.
It didn’t matter.
Your lips were gently pressing together in a soft and sweet dance of lips. It’d taken your breath away and when you separated, he smiled broadly and nuzzled his nose against yours, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he did. You leaned into his hold for a few minutes, enjoying his warmth and the soft vibrations as he softly hummed an unknown tune before the water demanded your attention and you finished making the hot cocoa.
Neither of you had addressed the development in your relationship at that moment, rather choosing to snuggle up against each other while you read. soft touches and quiet giggles filled the room as you tried to get comfortable.
You caught his eye again.
He’d been looking at you while you thought. You smiled gently at him and nuzzled your head into his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss against it before settling in to try to read again but secretly excited for when you’d catch his eye again, butterflies preparing to hatch once again in your stomach.
