>.> YoonKook (platonic or romantic, entirely up to you) + Jungkook getting his first tattoo and *ow* it wasn't supposed to hurt this bad 😁
Alrighty here’s some fluffy Yoonkook for you, Dean! Thank you for being my first request, I hope you like it ^-^
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“I still don’t know why out of everyone, you asked me to come along with you,” Yoongi huffed.
“Because you’re my favorite hyung,” Jungkook replied nonchalantly. “And would you really have liked it if I came by myself?” He teased, mischievous smile adorning his face.
Yoongi shrugged, looking anywhere but Jungkook’s face. “Doesn’t matter to me,” he mumbled.
Jungkook hummed noncommittedly, knowing that Yoongi was having one of his moments where he pretended to not be as soft as he actually was.
The tattoo artist warned Jungkook that she was going to start inking, and he nodded to let her know he was ready. This was his first tattoo, but Jungkook knew that he could handle it. It couldn’t possibly hurt that bad.
As the needles started pricking his skin for the first time, Jungkook had to control himself to not pull away from the sensation on instinct. But other than the unfamiliar feeling, he was right. It really wasn’t that bad.
“See, I told you you’d be fine,” Yoongi said after the tension in Jungkook’s body settled down.
“Maybe you should think about getting your own tattoo,” Jungkook said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “I’ll come with you to support you when it hurts too much.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes.
There was suddenly a sharp pain where the needle was getting close to the inner part of his elbow, and in his shock Jungkook’s other hand quickly reached for Yoongi’s, squeezing tightly.
Yoongi stared dumbly at Jungkook’s hand in his, mind suddenly blank.
“Ow,” Jungkook drew out when the pain continued, not letting up on his grip on Yoongi’s hand. “It wasn’t supposed to hurt this bad.”
The artist apologized, explaining that the inner arm, especially around the elbow tended to hurt more. She asked if he needed a break.
“No, it’s okay,” Jungkook said, regulating his breathing as he got used to the sting. “It’s getting better.”
Jungkook realized that his hand was holding onto Yoongi’s, and his heart jumped in worry for a brief moment until he took a look at his hyung.
Yoongi was still staring at their interconnected hands, and Jungkook could have sworn he saw a tinge of red sitting on his cheeks.
When Jungkook tried pulling his hand away Yoongi tightened his own grip, keeping him from letting go. “Who’s the one who needs support through the pain now,” Yoongi said, a smirk settling on his face.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whined. “I want to see you sitting here, see how well you do.”
“Well, if I do I’ll be sure to bring you along,” Yoongi said as he hesitantly laced their fingers together.
Jungkook could feel a blush resting on his own cheeks, wondering if Yoongi’s actions and words meant what he hoped they did.
Because Jungkook really wasn’t lying when he said Yoongi was his favorite hyung.
Hmm for your guys' drabble -- What about Vhope + quiet tenant gets a really loud next door neighbor "enemies" to lovers?
— GENRE; fluff | — PAIRING; Hoseok x Taehyung | — DISCLAIMER; none — Wordcount; 1,1k | — written with @cassiavioletblue
Taehyung had enough. He could really endure a lot, that wasn’t it. But this was just too much. It was almost midnight and whoever this new guy was - he was blasting his music loudly in his room and making it so much harder for him to sleep.
He groaned loudly, pushing a cushion over his ears, but it only ebbed down the sounds but it was still there and the longer he concentrated on it the more did it make him go crazy.
“Okay, enough is fucking enough!” Taehyung growled and got up from bed. He took his bathrobe from where he had carelessly thrown it over a chair and his keys from the kitchen counter before stomping over to his neighbours door. He didn’t hesitate, when he pushed down the doorbell and knocked a few times. He was furious. Mad. Really fucking mad. He needed sleep and nothing could make him convince that…
The music stopped and the door was opened only seconds after, when Taehyung took a deep breath. “It’s fucking after midnight and you…” His eyes fell onto naked skin; honey dipped sun-kissed skin as he blinked at his neighbours naked chest. His mouth stood open as he gaped at him like a fish.
“Uhm, yes? What is it?” Hoseok blinked at the other, still in a daze. His neighbor had blubbered something while he had opened the door but the other had talked so fast and angry and Hoseok had still been in midst choreographing thoughts that their meaning had completely went over his head. It must be something terrible though because the other looked like he could combust on the spot from anger.
Hoseok furrowed his brows, trying to remember if he had parked his car in a way that could block someone else’s but he wasn’t sure. When he noticed how the other stared at his naked chest he smiled at him broadly. “I can give you a picture, that’ll hold longer.”
Taehyung shook himself out of his stupor, trying to ignore Hoseok’s comment, focus back on Hoseok’s eyes instead, as he straightened out his back. “It’s already way past after midnight…some people are trying to sleep.” Taehyung pointed at himself, “Me…your neighbor, for example. Do you realize how loud you are?”
“It’s..what?” At first he was sure the other was fucking with him so Hoseok quickly turned his head taking a look at the clock on his wall. He had to take a double because - his neighbour was actually right!
“Oh fuck!” Hadn’t it just been ten pm? How did he lose track of time like that? He always had a habit of getting lost in choreography when he was preparing for the classes, trying out steps and parts and ow to fit them together just right but losing two hours within the blink of an eye was something, even for him. “Damn, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize. The time. And that you can hear me that loudly. I’m just moved in and my last apartment complex was filled with workaholics and elderly people so I could turn up the music as loud as I needed.” He sighed deeply. He needed the music at a certain level to fully feel the rhythm. Apparently he would need to invest in some great headphones. “I’m really sorry.” Hoseok bit his lip, contemplating how much he could push his luck. “You don’t happen to have any headphones that you could lent me? I have a friend who’s a walking catastrophe who sat on mine last week.”
“Well, as you can see I am not old, nor really a workaholic at least not in the middle of the night.” Taehyung looked down at himself and his pajamas, suddenly feeling a little weird standing like this out in the hallway. “And no, I don’t. But maybe…you can just turn the music down a little or isn’t it working like…you need to be super in it, I guess?” He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt the cold creeping in through his bare feet from the cold floor.
“Yeah, that’s.. it’s not for background music. I’m working on a choreography and I need to feel the music..” As he noticed Taehyung’s face turning into frown he quickly put his hands up to show him he surrendered and added, “…but not at night, of course, I got that.“
“Thank god, you’re at least cute.” Taehyung sighed, followed by a small chuckle, “Makes up for it a little bit.” He rubbed his hands over his face, “It’s just too loud and a bit annoying when you repeat a part over and over again as I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.” He cocked up an eyebrow at his neighbor, “But well…I guess I’m awake now.” Taehyung motioned inside of his apartment, “Do you want me to show you what you’re stuck on? Maybe then you can let your mind rest and go to sleep yourself and we both get something out of it?”
Hoseok had been called a lot of things (scary, fierce, joyful, a bundle of energy…) but he hadn’t heard ‘cute’ since he’d dropped out of school. Before he could retort with some flirty remark about how Taehyung definitely didn’t need ‘beauty’ sleep the other surprised him again. “You want to.. watch me dance? Now? After I pissed you off?” He furrowed his brows. “You’re not gonna try and break my player, are you?”
“No, I won’t I promise.” He held up his hand to show his honesty, “I just want you to get whatever you’ve been repeating right, so we can both get to sleep. And I know a few things about dance myself…just a bit.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, “You can pay me back with making me a hot chocolate or something.”
Hoseok couldn’t help but feel his heart jump at the thought of his handsome neighbour watching him and stepped back to let the other in. “Please put on a shirt though,” Taehyung pointed up and down his muscular chest, “It’s pretty…but pretty distracting.” He bit his lip walking past him with a flirty wink, following the dancer inside, who quickly picked up a shirt on his way. And if he pulled it off later that night again, then Taehyung wouldn’t mind. Nor did Hoseok mind, when Taehyung had fallen asleep on the floor while he had been busy correcting his movement, snuggled into a cushion, ignoring how his heart was acting crazy when he carried the other into the living room to place him onto the more comfortable couch. And maybe, just maybe he would ask him out for breakfast the next morning.
For the fanfic game... What about the word... Dream?
From Meet Me Halfway
He remembered it like a dream: running into the backyard with his little brother and mother as his father called for them, their old dogs barking when they stepped outside and looked at the night’s sky filled with stars that shone too bright.
I'm pretty solidly a 1 group "stan" and I still think it's ridiculous. Like -- the boys are my primary concern. Because of this I literally couldn't give a rat's fuzzy butt about the performances of other artists. If these people really consider themselves one group stans then /why/ are they expending energy complaining about groups they don't care about when they could be focusing on their groups. Everyone's keen to jump on others - "focus on ur faves" but then they pull the same shit. 😔
And that is totally fine! Like I have nothing against fans who stan one group. I was like that for a very long time with Big Bang when i got into kpop. I was like “multi who?” “she don’t live here”. It’s just i don’t like disrespectful one group stans. You don’t want people to come for your favs, so why come for others? Just worry about your favs, and call it a day. Our boys did amazing on the show and they should be worried about that rather then anything else or what everyone else is doing.
I'd like the werewolf ask author to please send in a list of the rules for all of these fictional aus just so we don't Mess Them Up in the future. I formally request rules of the universes for werewolf, shifter, mermaid, siren, mummy, tentacle monster, tentacle alien (not to be confused with tentacle monster), other alien, other generic monster, swamp monster, witch, wizard, and monster under the bed. But more are welcome.
