#ink drops.

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Huddling for warmth + gang au taehyung

happy belated new year. don’t trespass, kids.

“Where are we going?”

It didn’t take much convincing for you to spend New Year’s Eve with Taehyung. You didn’t have any grand plans in the first place and you always enjoyed your time with him. 

“You’ll see!” He laughs with glee, pulling you through another hole in another fence, and you can’t help but laugh with him.

In fact you had been spending more time with him recently, when Jeongguk was at school at couldn’t go on these excursions with him, he had begun bringing you instead.

“If we get caught,” you eye another sign threatening trespassers with electrocution. dogs, or legal action. “I’ll cry and say you kidnapped me.”

As soon as the words have left your mouth he drops your wrist and falters. You worry your bottom lip, fearing you had gone over the proverbial line with your little joke.

“Oh, no!” He tilts his head, frowning at the sky. “We’re late!”

Turns out he hadn’t even been listening. At least not to you, but rather the fireworks setting off in the distance. He squints down at his wristwatch in the dark, the one his father had given him.

“What time is it?”

Taehyung looks to you with an odd smile and answers your question by hurriedly leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Happy New Year!”

Before you can so much as blink he is dragging you by the wrist once again through the abandoned factory.

You are twenty minutes into the new year by the time you reach the rooftop, out of breath and laughing, just catching the tail end of the fireworks display.

“Wow,” you manage, when you’re not gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry we missed it.”

“No,” you shake your head. From this height, on the very outskirts of the city, you have the most breathtaking night view. “It’s beautiful.”

“You like it?” He smiles fully and you can’t help but do the same.

“I just wish I’d brought a jacket.”

The realisation transforms his face and he’s shrugged off his jacket in the time it takes you to blink at the change. “Take mine.”

The two of you sit in silence on the crates he had prepared for the two of you, a safe distance from the ledge. You sigh, wrapped in the warmth and the smell of him, and the slight flutter in your stomach as you consider his gesture makes you shiver.

“Still cold?” Without revealing that he too is an anxious mess about what has just transpired, Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close under the guise of warming you up, rubbing your arm for good measure. “I’m sorry I missed,” he mutters.

“Mh?” It’s the only sound you can manage with your vocals in nervous knots.

“When I kissed you.” You stop breathing. “I wanted it to be perfect, but then we missed it and then… Well, I missed.”

He planned this? 

“It’s okay,” you all but croak.

“Can–” He pulls away to look at you and you try to maintain eye-contact while he wets his lips. “Can I try again?”

You might still be a little out of breath. His lips are so soft against yours, he’s a little too eager and you’re a little nervous too, your mouth is dry but his is warm and the kiss is a mess, but it’s Taehyung.

He takes a moment to look at you after, and you laugh as he seems to consider the kiss, smacking his lips as though sampling a wine.

“Third time’s the charm?” It’s a poor excuse, but he doesn’t mind.

[yoongink]

snowed in (in a cabin) - with nemesis Taehyung

what even is a nemesis.

“They said to stay put, most of the cabins are snowed in, so we might be stuck here for a while.”

You tuck your phone away and sigh, wondering how long you can keep the fire going and whether one of you will murder the other before then.

“This is the worst,” Taehyung scowls as if you personally angered the weather gods.

“You’re the worst.”

“This is the opposite of a Christmas miracle,” he complains. “You’re the opposite of a Christmas miracle.”

And maybe you had angered some higher power, because just two days ago you could not have imagined a worse fate than being stuck in a cabin with your self-declared arch nemesis and both your families. But now karma must well and truly be out for your ass because everyone but you two drove back into town for supplies, and now you’re snowed in with the bastard!

“Shut up.” Your defence is lacklustre, as you sink into the sofa with your head in your hands. This was not by any stretch how you had imagined your holiday, you were tired of arguing, and the disappointment was starting to really get to you.

For a moment everything is blissful and silent. The fire crackles, and the wind whistles outside, but the bickering had finally stopped.

“You okay?” You feel the sofa dip beneath your shared weight. “Hey, I’m scared too, but–”

“No, oh my god, I’m stuck here with you!” Your frustration has reached its boiling point and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Taehyung deflates, picking up a cushion to fiddle with while pointedly avoiding your gaze. “Why do you hate me?”

“What, I don’t– I don’t know. Same reason as you hate me, I guess.” You look down at your hands in your lap, just in time to miss Taehyung looking up at you in surprise.

“I don’t hate you.”

You can’t help but laugh bitterly, “Then why ha–” Only when you look back up at him, Taehyung’s face betrays a sincerity you hadn’t previously thought him capable of. “What?”

“I don’t hate you?” He’s almost smiling.

“Then why are we always fighting?”

“Because you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh.”

For a while that’s all either of you can say.

“Oh.”

The wind whistles, the fire crackles, and all you can do is laugh.

[yoongink]

Could you do Namjoon+alone for xmas+college au? Thank you~

this is the exact premise of my fav fic of all time rip

One great thing about not going home for Christmas was having the dorm all to yourself. Normally you’d be respectful and courteous, keeping mostly to yourself and avoiding confrontation that way, but with no one around you were free to play your music at any volume, run around the kitchen in your knickers, sing your heart out in the shower, and masturbate as loudly as you want, or rather, dare to.

Truth is, you have to do these things to fill the eerie silence that stretches through the halls these days, you find joy in the little things to distract from how utterly alone and quite vulnerable you are. And after a few days of this the shadows seem longer, deeper somehow, and always moving in your periphery. Every creak, thump, or bump in the night sets your nerves on edge and you start to get a little jumpy. 

You ignore it to the best of your abilities, of course. Because you’re not a child anymore you refuse to be spooked by any of it and go loopy just because you’re spending Christmas alone. Instead you put on a sheet mask, your favourite album, and go make yourself a cup of tea in the kitchen.

Headphones blaring, you do a little jig as you wait for the water to boil. All the while a shadow lurks into your periphery, but you wilfully ignore it, sliding around the linoleum floors in your wooly socks. There’s a sound, like a voice, but you ignore that too, thinking it might just be the music, or the wind, but then it happens again. 

A silly little knot of dread twists in your stomach and you decide to face the shadows and prove to yourself that you have nothing to fear. 

How wrong you were.

Your headphones clatter to the floor as you leap about one meter in the air and shriek at the man facing you.

“Sorry!”

“Oh my fucking god!”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought you knew I was here.” 

He’s thrown his hands up to show he comes in peace, looking genuinely concerned for about a split second and at least he has the grace not to openly laugh at you. He’s quite tall, with a soft round face, red cheeks, and messy hair.

You realise you know him, Namjoon from down the hall, the boy with the sweet dimples and the wicked sparkle in his eye, who is a mess of limbs when he drinks a little too much and won’t shut up about how “Kant is a cunt.”

“You almost scared me to death!”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He’s barefoot in his pyjamas, and just as you wonder if he’s been in the dorm with you all along you realise you yourself are in nothing but socks and an oversized jumper that barely covers your ass. 

“I thought I was alone,” you say, by way of explanation.

“Ah,” he shrugs. “Sorry?”

“Uh, Namjoon, right? You study… uh, philosophy?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, literature, but I’m Namjoon, yes.”

“Oh, okay.”

You stare at him a moment, just long enough to appreciate that his gaze doesn’t seem to wander, before the kettle clicks off and you have an excuse to turn away from him and do what you came to the kitchen for, tugging down the back of your jumper all the while.

You collect your headphones and pour the water in record time, shuffling past Namjoon with a mumbled “Well, see ya.” to go die of embarrassment in your room.

“Hey, uh,” he stops you from escaping. “I was wondering, I mean, since we’re the only ones here.”

You give him a look, hoping desperately he’s not about to say something gross when he rubs his neck and looks away.

“Nothing weird, I just– I was gonna order pizza. Do you wanna, like, watch a movie, maybe?” 

He seems to flinch at his clumsy delivery of those words, and you find yourself sympathising with him, both stuck in mighty awkward positions. You realise that if you didn’t do something about it now, it’d be awkward every time you passed one another in the halls or bumped into each other in the kitchen.

“Uh, yeah, just, uh–” you gesture to your tea, the sheet mask, your room. “I just need a minute.”

And while putting on some clothes and disposing of your sheet mask takes about a minute, shrieking into your pillow with sheer embarrassment and making yourself go back out there and face him takes a little while longer.

But it’s worth it.

[yoongink]

Could you do a Jungkook gang au please? If it was in the same universe as your gang au series that would be great!

“Jeongguk, you’ll fall over!”

One of these days this dumb idiot is gonna break his neck, you just know it.

“Come on, you’ve seen me do this a bunch of times.”

He jumps from one bollard to another, the way he always has on your way home from school, while you complain and jog to keep up with his long legs.

“But it’s slippery, come down before you hurt yourse– Ah!”

As fate would have it you were the one to fall. In your rush to keep up with Jeongguk you forgot to watch your step, slipped, and before you know it were flat on your back.

“Shit! Are you okay?” In the time it takes you to blink he is standing above you.

“Ouch. Don’t swear.” You scowl, sniffle, but at least he’s not laughing.

“Are you hurt? Do you want me carry you the rest of the way?” He reaches out and you bat his hands away.

“No! Just stop jumping around, you big monkey!”

He laughs sheepishly and offers you a hand once more.

You let him help you up, and he sighs in relief, “I thought you were gonna cry for a moment.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, shoving his smug ass into the nearest snowbank.

[yoongink]

love that you're doing drabbles, I'm excited to see what you come up with!! how about jimin+gang au+xmas party?

i’m sorry this is sickeningly self-indulgent and probably vague af there’s so little of this verse i’ve written outside of bst but i love these two a lot rip

You’ve never been to a Christmas party. 

In a way you’ve hosted many. This time of year there’s plenty of small groups and the odd straggler staggering in from an office party somewhere, eager to drink their Christmas bonuses. It’s a busy season for anyone in the service industry, really. But you’ve never been to a Christmas party.

Suffice it to say you were excited. As soon as word of it reached your ears you begged auntie for the day off, to entrust you with the boys for just one little party, you even knew which dress to wear: the strappy flowy thing in your favourite colour, the one too long to wear to work.

“Are you going?” You had entwined your arm with Jimin that night, as soon as you found him, a sure sign that you were buzzed on cheap bubbles and good news.

“Going where, princess?” He secretly loves you like this, when he gets away with staring at you a little longer. You’ve been told endlessly that you’re cute when you’re tipsy, irresistible when you’re drunk.

“Jin’s Christmas party!”

“Oh, yeah.” He smiles down at you, standing there, arms entwined, like a couple from decades past. “Are you?” 

“Yes,” you grin. “I mean, I hope so? No one has invited me yet.”

Jimin laughs then, that big belly laugh you love so much, where he throws his head back as his knees give in and the two of you almost topple when you refuse to let him go just yet.

“Will you invite me, Jimin?”

“We’re all invited, silly.”

Because you all work in the night, quite often until early morning, you get ready just as the sun casts pink and orange hues through your window. By the time you arrive at Seokjin’s bar it’s bright out, and those of the girls who came along are sobering up, either in jeans and sweats or their work clothes.

You shrug off your coat and unwind your scarf, smiling happily at the scene that plays in front of you. 

Atop Jin’s lap his girlfriend talks animatedly while he eats from the plate she holds for him, his other arm secured around her waist. Yoongi is bent over laughing, almost toppling out of his seat at something Hoseok has said. Your best friend is giving Namjoon another drunken lecture on Shakespeare through a mouthful of pizza, and he listens patiently as ever, knowing she just needs to get it out of her system. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying to disappear between the sofa cushions, wide eyed as two of the girls, one on either side, fuss over him in his disheveled uniform. Taehyung is arguing with Seokjin’s girlfriend when he notices the look on Jeongguk’s face, and knocks over about a dozen takeaway containers as he falls to the floor laughing.

You’re so enamoured with this scene you don’t notice Jimin approaching until he sweeps you up in a hug, momentarily taking you off your feet.

“You look lovely,” he mutters, face flushed and eyes bright.

“I’ve never been to a Christmas party,” you explain as he sets you down.

“You look really lovely.”

Your nose might be cold, and your toes might be numb from the walk here, but your cheeks are burning, “You like it?”

“I like it a lot,” he clarifies, still unable to take his eyes off yours.

[yoongink]

oooohhh hope you don't mind these asks but what would the boys smell like? for me personally, i feel like i'd get a better image of the characters when they have a detailed description.

i’m so thrilled you asked! i have a ridiculous sense of smell so i think about this a lot tbh, i’m assuming you meant within the au?

seokjin is warm and dusty. like heavy, sun bleached curtains. afternoon sunbeams. fresh bread. crisp cotton, newly ironed. like stew, or the kitchen cabinet where all the spices are kept.

in the morning yoongi smells like dry leaves and aged leather. after a long day he smells of salt, like a warm sea breeze. generally he smells of unscented soap and spilled coffee. clean and earthy. like drying mud, or freshly chopped wood. like a strong wind, or the air just before heavy rain. like shelter from a storm.

hoseok smells like sand and freshly dyed hair. new shoes. pine.

namjoon is crisp, sharp, expensive cologne and new clothes. beneath all that he smells of paper. a receipt, still warm. like money, or cracking the spine on a new notebook.

jimin smells fresh, earthy, mossy. like early spring, rain on the forest floor, or finding cover under a tree. with a touch of sweetness, like rose or a big red apple. and with a faint edge of spilled drinks and stale tobacco.

taehyung smells like a funfair. popcorn. bonfire. like banana foam sweets. like bricks and concrete, abandoned buildings, secret hideouts. like staying up all night and watching the sunrise.

jeongguk smells of excessively floral detergent, like he’s wearing that shirt for the third time this week (because he is), and like his uniform has been lying scrunched up on the floor of his room (because it has). 

does that make sense?

this was a lot of fun, thank you!

[yoongink]

hi i really like ur gang fic!! do you have visual reference of how the members look when you write about them?

gosh i’m sorry this took me so long! rip i have so many personal headcanons as to their physicality, their habits, mannerisms, what they smell like etc. but i didn’t want them getting in the way of your imagination. i hope this will help, but let me know if you’re still curious! 

i never had any specific images in mind but everyone is more or less inspired by their early hyyh looks. for more helpful visuals i urge you to keep an eye on my moodboard blog, but for now i’ll find you some examples! 

jeongguk looks like this.

taehyung.

if i remember correctly, jimin’s hair has gone from red (dope) to orange (run) etc. he dresses the most like what i imagine the boys dress like.

hoseok. undercut. dyes his hair the most, his hair is severely damaged, hence snapbacks.

yoongi’s hair has progressed chronologically from blonde (think dope era), to green (run), to grey, and back to blond. he is currently sporting the agust d look.

seokjin goes for a more sophisticated look than the rest and with lighter colours, in particular pink. think tasteful business casual. doesn’t dye his hair, but styles it nicely. 

namjoon is similar, but in darker colours. tries to keep it business casual but ultimately fails. keeps his hair pretty short and natural.

remember bon voyage? good times. it’s worth considering how they differ from their real life counterparts; they’re not idols. their diets are different, they’ve lived different lives, they don’t wear makeup, their dye-jobs are shoddy, and their clothes are cheap.

thank you!

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I like the details that you put regarding medicines and procedures; it feels more authentic. Did you attend a medical school? You seem really knowledgeable (or you are utilizing google very well). Anyway, you are not the only one that is invested!! If Jungkook is still attending school, what about the others? Is JK going to opt out of going to college or uni? Also, can you tell us each member's roles in the gang?

i’ll have you know i practically shot out of bed this morning to answer this, and that you have well and truly made my day. thank you.

no, i have not attended medical school, in fact i barely graduated high school, but i believe in “write what you know” and that realistic fiction is effective fiction, so my google search history is interesting to say the least. 

(also, please, don’t try any of that shit at home, it is fiction, and the reader is a fictional medical professional.)

i’m sorry if i made a mess of the terms, educational systems are confusing, and i’ve attended school in neither america, england, nor korea.

Jeongguk.is in his last year of high school, and was actually held back a year because he gets in trouble, meaning he’s a legal adult now, but he’ll always be the baby of the group. like any other high schooler he(wantstobelikenamjoon)’s about ready to drop out, but the hyung line want him to attend college/uni, rather than waste his time with them. yoongi even went to the extent of gifting jeongguk his old camera. for the most part, he has no role in the group as they try in vain to keep him out of trouble, but he tags along because he doesn’t want to go home.

Taehyung.street kid, comes from a poor family, and resorted to thieving at a very young age, so by now it’s practically second nature to him. (he didn’t mean to steal your pen, it just kinda happened.) he also didn’t attend high school.

Jimin.was picked on at school, and by the time he got older his temper would get the better of him and he got in trouble a lot. a bit of a brawler, he would skip school in order to hang out with kids like taehyung, and soon dropped out altogether. jimin is careful to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen to jeongguk.

Namjoon.is the boss. or at least he’s the brains of the operation. he’s the only one, apart from seokjin, to graduate college/uni. he recognises jeongguk’s potential and is eager for jeongguk to succeed academically, and otherwise.

Hoseok.comes from a background similar to the maknae line’s, and has had a record from a young age. he attended high school with namjoon but did not graduate, and is responsible for introducing him to the wrong kind of crowd, but the right kind of people.

Yoongi.also grew up poor. met namjoon at college/uni, but simply couldn’t afford to complete his education and dropped out, serving his military service instead. with no real prospects when he returned, he turned to old acquaintances in crime. this proved difficult for him and he was looking for a way out when he reconnected unexpectedly with namjoon who had a better offer. these days he functions as adviser, voice of reason, and babysitter for the maknae line + hobi.

Seokjin.went to business school, but has a gambling problem. his dream is, of course, to open a proper restaurant, having inherited the bar from an uncle, but his debt has made that impossible. with this as leverage, namjoon uses his business to launder their money, and the premises to host illegal gambling, and as a general meeting place/hq. in the eyes of many, seokjin and namjoon share the title of boss.