#one shots.

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Me: *writing in the Harry Potter Fandom* 

Also me: *Think about what I could write next*

Me Again: *Proceed to watch the Mandalorian, Read Pride and Prejudice, Wander on blog of some people who may have liked my Aizawa Shouta imagine because I read more content, and dream about other Imagine I could potentially write but don’t wan’t paper at hand to write them down at the moment* WhY cAn’T I jUSt WriTe OnE tHiNG??

[reactivebangtan]

vision // kth.

REQUEST: ALSO omg so adding to how much i’m in love with you i was wondering if you’d do a taehyung reaction (or all of them or some of them OR WHOEVER YOU CHOOSE) where you struggle with night terrors or sleep paralysis (or something along those lines??) and just like the process of him helping you during the late hours? idk if that even made sense cjdjsksk REQUESTED BY: @viatae WARNINGS: none! NOTES: taehyung is otw to soothe your fears with his dreamy dulcet tones asap

you never hated nighttime, but you’d grown to have a particular disliking for that short period of time within it that carried you between sleep. maybe it was the fact that you’d always found the dark to be eerie and haunting in a way you can’t explain. maybe it was the possibilities it held or what could possibly be lurking within, or perhaps the endlessness of it -- how frozen it seemed, motionless and still. or, maybe it was nights like these.

you can’t remember the bulk of your dream or if any of it even made sense, but you remember the feeling of being watched, of being followed, of something just over your shoulder. maybe it was all in your head, just a figment of your imagination, but the fear and the panic were real -- it settled into your bones and ached in your chest, until you could feel it trembling down to your fingertips and constricting the very air you breathe. and, most would find that opening their eyes in the midst of a nightmare was relieving, a thank god it wasn’t real, but as you stared up at the ceiling and could feel the numbness crawling under your skin as you laid stiffly, you knew no relief was coming for you. not when the primal fear to run ran like ice through your veins as your eyes settled on the dark, skulking figure stood in the farthest corner of your room, and your body refused to move. the logical side of your brain supplied that it wasn’t real, that you’ve experienced this before, but something about seeing it there made you panic -- maybe it’d had a part in your dream, maybe some part of your brain supplied that that was what had been breathing down your back, but none of it seemed to matter. all you knew was that you were afraid and it was moving closer and god, you couldn’t tell if the chill that prickled along your skin amidst the silence was from it or something else entirely. you wanted to scream, to tell it to go away, to ask it what it wanted, but even if you could you knew you’d get no response. there was something so much scarier about it moving so slowly, instead of simply charging at you; the tension made you feel as if it had all the time in the world to catch you, because it knew it would get you eventually, even if you could run. and, by the time it stopped at your bedside, it still didn’t reach out to you, didn’t touch you, but simply watched. wide eyes took in the way it leaned over you, and you swore you could hear it breathing, though you had no idea if it was looking back -- if it even acknowledged you. the closer it got the louder that eerie sound of it breathing became, and all you wanted to do was scream, to cry, to hide beneath the blankets like a child. and, finally, when you swore you could feel that breath on you, all the tension that had built up in your body snapped and released in one shrill, deafening scream and a sudden jerk of your body. the mattress beneath you shook with the sheer force of it, but you made no notice of it -- it felt like the world itself was trembling around you, after all. ❝ y/n?! ❞ your brain recognized the voice, but couldn’t register it completely, still held too tightly in the clutch of your most recent night terror. the tremors that shook your body were damn near violent, and you felt as if you could claw your own skin off with the need to rid yourself of this feeling that seems to have sunk its teeth into your very being. ❝ babe? hey, you’re okay -- i’m right here. ❞ the warmth that blanketed you was almost foreign, as if you’d forgotten what even a semblance of comfort had felt like, until the smell of his cologne reminded you that you weren’t alone -- you were never alone. he continued to remind you with the gentle tug of his hands against your form until you fell into his embrace, and the way his fingers dug into your skin to keep you still, tucking you beneath his chin and humming so you felt him even in the vibrations across your skin. ❝ you’re okay, ❞ taehyung repeated, his tone soft but his voice firm. ❝ i’ve got you. ❞ as he continued to murmur ‘ i’m right here ’ and ‘ everything’s okay ’ into your hair, you felt the tremors begin to subside, though that same primal fear remained nestled in your chest. the smoothness of his baritone voice dripped over you like honey, slow and sultry and comforting in a way that you’ve only ever found in his company. the singer was always so careful with you, gently rocking you back and forth until even the quickened beating of your heart subsided, and humming along to a tune stuck in his head when his words ran dry and he could feel you relaxing against him. ❝ i’m sorry, ❞ you’d finally break your own silence, your voice revealing the remaining shake that had embedded itself into your bones. ❝ i hate that i keep -- ❞ your voice breaks, your breath skipping in your throat, the sound reminiscent to the aftermath of recklessly crying. ❝ -- that i keep doing this. i know you’re -- i know you’re tired. ❞ taehyung hums in agreement, laying his cheek to rest atop your head as he continues rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your arm, supporting all of your weight effortlessly as he drags you farther into his lap.  ❝ you’re tired, too, right? ❞ even though he asks, he doesn’t wait for even a simple nod. ❝ it’s not like you’re doing it on purpose... it must be scary. ❞ ❝ it’s terrifying, ❞ your reply comes breathlessly, and you subconsciously burrow deeper into his embrace as you recall the terror you’d experienced only moments beforehand. ❝ well, you’ve got me! i’ll protect you. ❞ you don’t see it, but he smiles when you nuzzle your head into his chest and grip his bicep with all the strength your sleepy body has to offer, because that is answer enough for him. ❝ do you want me to sing to you, until you fall asleep? i’ve had a frank sinatra song stuck in my head all day... i won’t sound as good, but you might like to hear it. ❞ a quiet ‘ please ’ is met by another sleepy exclamation of ‘ and, you always sound good, tae ’, before you’re allowing your lashes to flutter shut in anticipation of listening to his latest lullaby. your last thoughts are floating somewhere amongst the stars by the end of it as his voice carries you away on a whim, and suddenly the night doesn’t seem so terrifying when he sings it like that. fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars in other words, hold my hand

[reactivebangtan]

PROMPT: fuck, i’m so happy. NOTES: happy birthday, yoongi. would you laugh if i said you age like fine wine? it’s true! it seems that ever since you were announced to the world you’ve gotten better in so many ways, each passing year just more time spent honing your skills, taking care of yourself, becoming wiser. i couldn’t possibly articulate how much it means to me that i get to see it as it happens, that i get to watch another birthday pass with you, so i’ll leave it at this: do what you always do, and make today yours.

there are a great many things yoongi has to be thankful for -- his flourishing career, the chance to do what he loves everyday, the fact that he makes people happy doing it and the people that make it all possible -- but as long as the list is and as detailed as he could possibly be, there is only one thing he can think of this particular morning: you. you, with your gentle hands as you brush his hair out of his face and tenderly stroke his jaw with the sort of adoring touch he was sure he didn’t deserve, but wanted -- and, god, did he want you. such a thing is proven in the way his heart skips a beat and how warmth seems to bloom inside his chest like a flower and only one thought crosses his mind as your voice caresses his ears. ❝ good morning, baby. ❞ fuck, i’m so happy. yoongi’s eyes are barely open, streaks of sunlight peeking through the curves of his lashes and rendering him momentarily blind, but your voice coaxes him back into the living world with little resistance. it’s soft, the way you say it, and sweet -- it wasn’t the first time you said it, nor would it be the last, but somehow hearing it from your lips had a smile gracing his own. and, maybe it was the thick coating of sleep still clinging to his consciousness or the soft morning light, but it all had him feeling soft, sentimental, something very close to utterly and completely tender. his hands smooth over the sheets in search of you and your warmth in the midst of his own affection, only stopping once they’d slipped beneath the fabric of your flimsy nightshirt and could grasp onto the smoothness of your skin. he doesn’t stop with simply touching you, though -- no, you were too far away, there’s too much distance, and you quickly find him pulling you towards him with the sort of sluggishness that always had you giggling. a ginger kiss is laid on your cheek once you’re close enough, and then to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, until he runs out of skin and is left with the only thing separating your bodies. still, he’s never felt closer to you. fuck, i’m so happy. ❝ can we stay in bed today? ❞ such an innocent question, spoken on a tired sigh with his voice still raw from sleep, and you could never deny him when he’s like this. ❝ we can do whatever you want -- it’s your day, ❞ you muse, fingers running through his hair and dragging hum after contented hum out of him. ❝ but, don’t you want to see the boys? i’m sure they want to see you. ❞ ❝ i saw them this morning, ❞ comes his muffled reply, breath hot and words vibrating, tingling against the skin of your throat. ❝ they surprised me a little after midnight... that’s why i got here so late. i can see them later, anyway. right now, i want to sleep. ❞ here. with you. his words and desires are only enunciated by the why he squeezes your hips and pulls you even closer against him, and you are rendered helpless in the face of his touch and his voice and him, just him, always him. so, instead of arguing, you simply continue on with your ministrations by toying with his hair and rubbing soothing circles into his scalp, only stopping when he shifts just enough to get his lips on you, again. the graze of his mouth is so delicate that it tickles, and he’s graceless, lazy, in the way he drags one kiss after another in messy lines and dizzying circles -- your laughter sounds as sweet as you taste, and although his smile had never left him he’s so much more aware of it, now. even as you shove him away and he’s forcing you to roll along the mattress with him, he’s smiling; it glows when he gets a sight of you hovering above him with the sun washing over your form and haloing you in a soft, golden light. and, even with your messy hair and tired eyes and sleep-wrinkled shirt, you’re beautiful. fuck, i’m so happy. ❝ i thought you wanted to sleep! ❞ your exclamation is met with a gentle slap to his chest, and another little bout of your giggles ( he could never get tired of that sound ). ❝ i thought of something better. ❞ ❝ and, what is that? teasing me? ❞ yoongi cocks his head and grins in just the way he knows makes you all weak in the knees. ❝ maybe. is that your way of saying i can’t? because, i distinctly remember you saying we can do whatever i want. ❞ ❝ i didn’t think it would be at my expense! ❞ ❝ well, you can’t take it back, now, ❞ he starts, before he’s rolling you both over once more, until he’s the one hovering over you and his newly found sunlit halo seems even more feigned than it would’ve been otherwise. ❝ i’ve decided this is what we’re doing all day. ❞ the rapper gives you no time to answer as his fingers skitter up your sides and force you to squirm beneath him as his mouth finds your neck once again, and the butterfly kisses match the slow ghosting of his touch. the teasing wetness of his tongue and the nip of his teeth coupled with the way his fingertips trace your curves have you surrendering beneath him before you even have time to register the way his name slips off your tongue in a velvety, languid groan. and, he’s always loved the way his name sounds in your mouth, even before he was ever able to hear it in staccato, before he could hear it on a breathy sigh, before he could drag it out of you without even properly touching you. it sounds even better when it seemingly echoes in the otherwise silent bedroom, trapped between those four walls and stifled by the heat of the moment. when he finally decides that you’ve had enough and he breaks away long enough to see his handy work in the form of scattered marks and how your lips have parted as if ready to moan his name all over again, he can’t possibly see anything but you. you smile at him, then, because perhaps you’ve noticed the way he looks at you -- like you’ve hung the stars in the sky and hold the whole world in the palm of your hands -- even in your half-wrecked state. you smile, and his heart skips a beat and warmth seems to bloom in his chest like a flower and even as your voice caresses his ears it’s all he can think. ❝ happy birthday, yoongi. ❞ fuck, i’m so happy.

[reactivebangtan]

REQUEST: i love your reaction bc its long and with every detail, can i have bts reaction when they’re sad and feel low self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take off their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you’re comfortable with of cores!!!) REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: slightly nsfw?? NOTES: that’s right, another series. i know, i know. how could you do this to us, bee? you take forever to finish these things! well, I WRITE TOO MUCH, and it wasn’t all gonna fit in one post and still look nice, so THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. listen, you’re the one that followed my blog, i cannot be held accountable for these things. ANYWAY, i took a little liberty with this request, because i didn’t want it to get repetitive, so i tried to target more personal physical (and some not-so-physical ) insecurities for each of them individually, so they’re not all specifically body issues, but i wanted to stay as true to them as possible ( i also might’ve used this as an excuse to write down everything i’ve always wanted to say to them kdjsls ). i hope that was okay!

                                                           ❝ you’re beautiful. ❞ fingers sprawl out over his naked chest and linger against the curve of his clavicle as they begin to journey up and up and up, until your feather-light touch is tracing the curve of his throat and dragging a shiver out of him. he’s looking at you through half-lidded eyes that are still foggy with sleep, fingers twitching at his sides to give you the same treatment, to feel your skin rise and fall beneath his caress. ❝ look who’s talking, ❞ comes his quick retort, followed by the brief fluttering of his lashes as your fingertips skim his jaw and tease his ear. ❝ i mean it, ❞ you start, brushing off his own blatant disregard for the truth in what you speak. ❝ you, min yoongi, are absolutely gorgeous. ❞ you watch him squint at you, as if he’s trying to decipher the world’s greatest puzzle, but you’re more than aware that he will come away with nothing more than an unsatisfied grunt ( which he does ) and a lazy pout upon his lips. yoongi has always been good at reading you, but when it comes to him he’s always found it hard — it’s difficult, after all, to see what others see in you when you, yourself, don’t see them. he’s come a long way from where he was a few years ago with little to no self-esteem or any confidence to speak of, but the inkling of self-doubt still trickles back into his thoughts every now and then, and the it seems that automatic response to divert attention away from himself still rears its ugly head.  and so, his simple response is this: ❝ again, look who’s talking. ❞ a huff rolls out of you at that, and it has you pulling up from the place you’d perched upon his chest, now squirming close enough to feel his breath fan across your cheeks. the tips of your fingers trace along the curve of his cheeks, falling into the hollow of them and cradling him there. ❝ you really don’t see it at all, do you? how beautiful you are? ❞ he says nothing in return, and that is answer enough for you. ❝ you’re like a walking work of art, yoongi, ❞ is your first choice of words after the brief stretch of silence that answered your quiry. there is no hesitation, only tenderness in the way your words roll off your tongue and caress his ears. ❝ and, you’ve crafted it all yourself. sure, your parents molded you, but you’ve sculpted and shaped yourself from the very bottom, up into something so... breathtaking. ❞ he opens his mouth to say something, to brush off your words with another sideways comment that lightens the suddenly suffocating amount of honesty you’re breathing into the air, but before he can you’re silencing him with your own lips. the kiss is brief, a mere tease, but it’s enough to shut him up. ❝ this mouth of yours was the beginning, wasn’t it? and, i don’t think there’s anything on your body that matches everything about you so perfectly. such sweet lips, and such sharp words. you’ve always been a perfect mixture of the two. ❞ slowly, you shift down to the column of his throat and lay a gentle kiss on the delicate curve where it meets his shoulder. ❝ and, these shoulders that have held so much, ❞ you murmur hotly against his skin, and the flat of your hands move down his chest as you speak. he shivers beneath it all, tensing as the pads of your fingers run over the indentations of his ribs as he breathes and bends beneath your touch. ❝ your ribs that have caged in so much. they both shake and tremble sometimes, but you stand so firm... ❞ lifting yourself up enough to hover over his form, he watches you shift further down, taking the blanket with you — he’s never been shy around you, never felt the need to hide, but somehow this feels different. you’d had each other just the night before, had bared everything just like you had so many times already, but this... this left him feeling truly naked. and, as your hands find the curve of his waist and the dip of his hips, he squirms. ❝ i know you hate them, but these legs have carried you a long way — they even brought you to me. for that, i love them. ❞ switching between close-mouthed and open-mouthed kisses, you trail down his stomach and down to his hips, teeth finally nipping at the tops of his thighs; he twitches, the sudden urge to pull away crossing his mind, but he’s far too transfixed with your gaze on his to truly move. ❝ i love your hands that create and compose and hold and touch, ❞ you continue, your hands falling from the warmth of his flesh and clumsily sliding against the sheets to find his own. following their path upwards, you find yourself face-to-face with him once again, smiling that tender smile that always has him swallowing past a lump in his throat — he supposes even now he has a hard time understanding why you look at him like that. ❝ and, your eyes. you hold the world in your eyes, you know that? no, the universe. your face could be completely blank, but your eyes always say so much. there’s so much depth... what do you see with those beautiful eyes of yours? ❞ you expect him to brush this off, say you’re being far too deep this early in the morning, but instead he simply looks at you for a long moment. he looks at you like it’s the first time he’s seeing you, all over again. he looks at you, and you think that maybe he’s finally beginning to see it, all those wonderful things you said. instead, as he looks up at you framed in the low light of your bedroom and the potent truth you’ve just radiated into the air, he’s honest. ❝ i only see you. ❞

[reactivebangtan]

REQUEST: i love your reaction bc its long and with every detail, can i have bts reaction when they're sad and feel low self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take off their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you're comfortable with of cores!!!) REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: slightly nsfw?? NOTES: that’s right, another series. i know, i know. how could you do this to us, bee? you take forever to finish these things! well, I WRITE TOO MUCH, and it wasn’t all gonna fit in one post and still look nice, so THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. listen, you’re the one that followed my blog, i cannot be held accountable for these things. ANYWAY, i took a little liberty with this request, because i didn’t want it to get repetitive, so i tried to target more personal physical ( and some not-so-physical ) insecurities for each of them individually, so they’re not all specifically body issues, but i wanted to stay as true to them as possible ( i also might’ve used this as an excuse to write down everything i’ve always wanted to say to them kdjsls ). i hope that was okay!

                                                             ❝ you’re beautiful. ❞ despite being entirely aware of his good looks, seokjin is taken aback by your quiet admission, words settling in the early morning air evenly and plainly — for a few moments all he can do is watch you, eyes glazing over your features in wonderment.  ❝ i am, aren’t i? ❞ he half expects you to laugh off his comment, but you simply continue to lay there, looking at him like he holds the world in the palm of his hands; seokjin feels naked beneath your gaze, and he unconsciously flickers his own away from you, nervous and unsure of where this was coming from. and, why does it feel so strange? it was like he’d been aching to hear those exact words from you, and hadn’t even realized it.  ❝ you really are, ❞ you finally say, scooting closer and closer until you’re able to touch his face with both of your hands and hold him there, making sure he’s looking at you. ❝ and, i don’t just mean this handsome face or this body of yours. ❞ one hand idly slides down to trace the curve of his shoulders and down, down, down until your fingertips are brushing against the concave of his knuckles, sliding between them to claim the space made perfectly for you. ❝ these hands are beautiful, too. i’ve always thought so, ❞ you note, your gaze flickering to the way your fingers flex against his own. gingerly, after looking at them for a while, you bring them up to your lips and kiss each individual knuckle, allowing your lips to linger for a moment or two.  ❝ you only ever open them to give, never to take. in fact, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you be selfish with them, even when you should have been. ❞ he says nothing, simply swallowing past the lump in his throat as you continue on your journey of his body, your free hand finally falling from his face to trek elsewhere. briefly, he wonders if you understand the blazing path your touch leaves behind, marring his skin in a way that eyes could never see. ❝ your heart, ❞ comes another purr, quiet and gentle and soothing to hear. your hand lays flat against his chest, and just within the curve of your forefinger and your thumb you lay a simple kiss. a hum vibrates in your own chest at the feeling of his heart beating against your mouth, rhythmic and yet erratic all at the same time.  ❝ it looks truly beautiful on your sleeve, even though it must hurt. it must hurt, but you continue to keep it open for everyone and everything. i really don’t know how you do it, but i admire it so much. ❞ he feels the prick of tears threatening to consume him, and he releases a shaky breath in an effort to calm himself. it does very little, except soften your smile. ❝ and, your lungs that help to produce the most beautiful sounds and the sweetest words. you always speak with such care and you sing with such dedication... i know you think no one hears it, but i do. ❞ two more kisses are administered to his chest, right above his respective lungs, and your mouth follows the curve of his ribs when you can’t seem to get enough. the tears come, then, and his vision swims with heat and salt — despite the fact that your figure becomes murky amongst your surroundings, he still feels the need to hide his face away from your adoring gaze. ❝ why are you saying these things? ❞ the bubble of your laughter rings in the otherwise silent room, and his lips twitch from the frown they’d been pulled into into something akin to a smile, though far too lopsided and crooked to truly tell. maybe he had been waiting to hear those things from you — maybe the things he convinced himself didn’t bother him did, maybe all the hate and the neglect and the overshadowing of his everything really does get to him, maybe all he needed was a little validation. you always did seem to know exactly what he needed. ❝ because, they’re the truth, and you deserve to hear them. you deserve the world, kim seokjin. ❞

[reactivebangtan]

PROMPT: a kiss to build a dream on.

NOTES: this whole thing is kind of shit, but i am mediocre at best so DEAL WITH IT. happy birthday, taehyung! twenty-two fits you well, doesn’t it? i think it’s just where you should be right now, and you’re already wearing it so well. thank you for sharing these last few years with us, and allowing us to celebrate along with you on days like this. i hope your day was filled with lots of love and celebratory shenanigans, as well as really good food ( i hope you got seconds! ) and even better company!! take this new age and make it yours, okay?

❝ give me a kiss to build a dream on, ❞ his voice is quiet as he sings along, but even quieter is the hum you provide along with the instrumental, both so lost in the motions and heavy with the atmosphere that it takes no thought at all.  there, in the middle of your living room, you stand with your arms hooked loosely around his neck and his own wound around your waist, hips slowly swaying to the music flowing from the speakers. louis armstrong’s voice fills the gaps between your bated breath and the few words you allow to slip, and inbetween that is only the tingling skipping along your skin and stirring in your chest. and, although the only light to guide you is the low light of the candles speckled about the room, his eyes seem to glow as they peer down at you through stray locks of hair — they truly burn when the candlelight catches them just right, caramelizing his irises and soaking them in heat, and you swear the flame could swallow you up. ❝ and, my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. ❞ this is exactly how you’d spent nearly every birthday with taehyung since you’d met, right after he’d enjoyed in the general festivities and company of all the others he loved so dearly, and right before the clock struck twelve and threw it all in the past. a quiet hour of foreheads leaned against one another and soft, gentle caresses as your fingers slid subtly against one another’s skin with each little swing and sway. ❝ sweetheart, i ask no more than this: a kiss to build a dream on. ❞ such a song that spoke of distance and longing, it managed to meld to you both so well — it left no thought unsaid, no feeling unacknowledged. even with him in your grasp and you in his arms, you both longed for one another in ways unimaginable, an ache within you that always called out for the other. it had become your song, a song that spoke of the other when they weren’t around, the lyrics soothing your soul and bringing comfort to your very bones. it was moments like these, though, that truly let the song work its magic; you would remember this moment among countless others just like it, knowing you were starting a whole new year with him and celebrating one more step into life. a life together. you suppose that is a whole other dream, one to build on its own. ❝ give me a kiss before you leave me, and my imagination will feed my hungry heart. ❞ your shadows flicker on the farthest wall, stretched up to the ceiling and all mangled together, and no matter how long or hard you were to look you would never find where one began or the other ended. you were, afterall, two halves of the same whole. ❝ leave me one thing before we part: a kiss to build a dream on. ❞ he leans in a little closer, now, and you can feel each word as he breathes them out against your mouth, his enunciation clear and perfect. ❝ when i’m alone with my fancies, i’ll be with you, ❞ he continues, palms squeezing against the shape of your waist. ❝ weaving romances, making believe they’re true. ❞ you feel yourself rolling up onto your toes with each little step in anticipation, your eyes fluttering closed as you feel him drawing nearer and nearer with each word. everything is warm — the candles, the atmosphere, his body. you feel nothing but that heat, nothing but this, nothing but him. ❝ give me your lips for just a moment, ❞ if you weren’t so close you wouldn’t have been able to hear him, but the words ring in your ears and echo in your head. they’re yours, you think. they’re always yours. ❝ and my imagination will make that moment live. ❞ the fabric of your shirt slides up your side as he trails the curves and dips of your body, revealing skin to the air around you, and a shiver rolls up your spine — you’re not sure if it’s the cool touch of the night or the way his fingertips ghost over you, but you know it all has to do with him. ❝ give me what you alone can give, ❞ a kiss is laiden on your waiting lips, both parted as you breathe one another in, and suddenly he’s overwhelming another one of your senses completely. you feel everything in that kiss — you feel his love, his loyalty, his adoration. you feel his hopes, his dreams, his passions. you feel him. the kiss is ginger, gentle and assuring, but it robs the air right out of your lungs, anyway. ❝ a kiss to build a dream on. ❞ the skin of your lips stick together as you pull away, as if even your bodies cling to each other in the most desperate ways, and you smile at the very thought. you hold him there, dancing with you, and finally whisper back to him as he swallows the words up in another kiss ( to build a dream on ). ❝ happy birthday, taehyung. ❞

[reactivebangtan]

only fools // part one.

REQUEST: Hello!! I really really love the way you write. It always gives me the feels 💓💓 If you’re not too busy, do you mind writing a scenario where reader & jungkook are the best of friends & reader is really in love with jk & he knows but doesn’t do anything about it until it’s too late & reader starts dating other people & he gets really jealous & upset & tries to win her back?? thank you so much!! & have a good day 😌 REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: nothing, really! NOTES: i’ve got so many requests for jungkook. what a popular boy!! also this one is hella fucking long bc my dumb ass got carried away so i’m splitting it into two parts lmao

he should’ve seen this coming — a part of him did, in a way, but shock and astonishment still settle into his bones every time he begins to grasp the situation for what it is. ❝ how long did you think they were going to wait? ❞ it’s the same question he’s gotten from everyone, the same exact question he keeps asking himself as he scrolls over the pictures you’d posted and the things you’d said to him, and the same exact question that he just can’t seem to figure out an answer to. how long did he expect you to wait? he can’t be sure, couldn’t give you an explanation if he tried, but for some godforsaken reason he had expected you to wait. he’d expected you to always be there, waiting for him, eager to get his texts and calls and always smiling on the other end of every skype session. you still replied, still answered, but texts had become less frequent and calls were few and far between and it’d been nearly a month since the last time he’d seen your face and the excuses were always the same ( ‘ sorry, i was out with him, again! ‘ ). you had well and truly moved on, but he hadn’t. that is exactly the reason he found his thumb hovering over your contact name at four in the morning, gaze flickering between the brightly lit screen and the empty room around him — for once, despite knowing every other member was asleep, he wished he shared his room with someone ( maybe they’d stop him from being this stupid, maybe they’d convince him to do it, maybe they’d know what to say, but instead he’s left to his own devices ). his finger trembles as he starts to picture you giggling at someone else’s jokes, you falling asleep on facetime with someone else, you staying up into the early hours of the morning talking to someone else, you loving someone else and — the dial tone keys in your numbers automatically, and it starts ringing before he even has time to think twice about what he’s doing. ❝ hello? ❞ as soon as he hears your voice he remembers that you’re in an entirely different timezone than him, but you sound awake enough that he doesn’t entirely feel bad — your sleeping schedule is always out of whack, anyway. he’d get texts from you at all hours of the day about every little thing, always updating him on things that you found that reminded you of him or something you really loved going on around you; it never mattered if it was in the middle of the night or middle of the day, your presence was a constant. a smile snakes itself onto his lips at just the thought of it and it isn’t until you repeat your greeting that he realizes he hasn’t said anything for over a minute. ❝ oh, uh — hey. hi. it’s me. ❞ ❝ i know, ❞ you start, a bubbly giggle trailing the end of your response in kind. ❝ your name did come up on my screen, after all. ❞ a hushed ‘ right ’ breezes out of jungkook, and he finds himself mussing his hair up nervously, glad that you’re not in the room with him — he can’t hide the way his voice comes out stinted or how his breathing shakes, but you can’t possibly see the way his leg is bouncing in place or the way his lips have pulled down into an anxious frown. why did he do this, again? he had no idea what to say or why, exactly, he even wanted to say it, but he’d always been impulsive and reckless and far too numb to the consequences before he ever had to deal with them. ❝ jungkook, ❞ comes your hum, his name positively singing on your lips. ❝ you know this sort of thing is supposed to be a conversation, right? ❞ ❝ right, yeah, i know — i’m sorry. i just, uh — we haven’t really... spoken the last few days, so i wanted to check in on you. ❞ ❝ at four in the morning? ❞ four in the morning. two in the afternoon. anytime. all the time. yes. yes. ❝ yeah, ❞ jungkook replies, trying so hard to come off as breezy when his words tremble and trip on his tongue and he’s all choked up on a feeling he can’t even express. ❝ is now not a good time? ❞ ❝ if by ‘ good time ’ you mean my boyfriend being over, then yes — now is just fine. he left a few hours ago. of course, it wouldn’t matter, because you know i always make time for you, kookie. ❞ there’s a playful lilt to your tone, and he can practically hear the smile that’s surely shown itself upon your mouth, brightening your face and brushing ever-so gently against your eyes. you sound so happy. involuntarily, he flinches. ❝ right, yeah, ❞ he doesn’t notice the way his voice positively drips with disappointment, or the way he practically sighs his reply out on a wave of self-pity and depression.  ❝ that’s... that’s exactly what i meant. ❞ you, ever the intuitive one when it came to him, caught on to the way he spoke and how he mindlessly trailed off and just how distant he’s been the entire conversation and you need nothing more than that to question him: ❝ is everything alright, gguk? ❞ jimin’s voice is suddenly ringing in his head as he opens his mouth to answer with firm denial, ‘ just be honest with them ’ chiming in his head and echoing over and over, until he can’t think of anything else. ❝ no. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? ❞ ❝ i think i’m... i think i’m in love with you. ❞ this wasn’t the proper timing, it wasn’t the proper way, but the words come tumbling out of his mouth clumsily and impulsively and he can’t swallow them back up once they’ve gone through the receiver and undoubtedly hit your ears. he doesn’t think, he knows; it’s something he’s known for a while and has only just know realized how much, but he still phrases it as if he’s unsure, as if he’s still questioning himself, because maybe that’ll make your swift denial easier to take ( ‘ hey, it’s okay! i’m probably just tired or something, you know? just forget i even said anything. ’ ). ❝ ...what? ❞ ❝ i’m in love with you. ❞ jungkook is so much more sure this time as he says it, as if nothing else could ever be truer. he could cry — the burn at the back of his eyes becomes so intense that he’s gotta put his hand over his mouth to muffle the way he exhales shakily enough to rattle his whole body, all the way down to his bones. nothing could possibly kill him more than the silence on your end, so quiet that he can’t even make out your breathing, and for a moment he considers checking to see if you’d hung up, before your voice chimes through the phone once more. ❝ ...that’s not funny, gguk. ❞ picking up on the soft way you speak, he notes the way your words shiver and it’s something he’s heard enough to know that you, too, could cry at any moment. if he thinks hard enough he could almost envision the way your smile dropped, the way your brows furrowed together, how you got all tense as if to shield yourself from his words. you’re hurting — he did that. ❝ i wouldn’t joke about this. ❞ he doesn’t know it, but on the other side of the line you’re biting so hard into your lip that you’re sure you’ll pierce the skin at any moment, and your nails are biting into your palm as you squeeze your fingers together — it’s all in an effort to ground yourself, but none of it seems to be working as your heart beats erratically in your chest and tears brim in your eyes and you’re reminded of just how weak you are for this stupid man. it’s incredible how quickly your cheerful facade came crashing down around you at the sound of those five words, as if gravity finally caught up with you and sent you crashing to the ground; it hurts, it’s nearly unbearable, and you’re struggling to speak without it all turning into an incoherent sob. ❝ why are you telling me this? ❞ suddenly, he’s dumbstruck — why is he telling you this? your question doesn’t seem to make any sense, spoken as if he hadn’t just laid it all out plainly, as if he should’ve kept it to himself. ❝ why am i telling you this? why wouldn’t i? ❞ ❝ because, you had all that time to tell me, you had so many opportunities, but you wait until now to do it? ❞ once again, you leave him dumbfounded and smothered in his own silence, leaving him to wallow in it as you mull over the whole situation as it’s been handed to you. despite wanting to hear those words for as long as you’d known him, something about it doesn’t feel right — the words came out of him like water bubbling over the top of a pot, rushed and hurried and frantic, in a way. why, now? why, after all this time, after you’d finally started to move on... then, it hits you — ❝ did you... did you know? ❞ ❝ know what? ❞ ❝ that i had feelings for you, too. ❞ had. that word hurts more than it should. ❝ ...yes. ❞ he hears the way you suck in a breath between your teeth, and he shuts his eyes tight out of sheer anxiety, balling his free hand up into the fabric of his hoodie, clinging to it for dear life — it’s all in an effort to brace himself for whatever you had to say next. ❝ you knew, ❞ your voice is impossibly softer, filled with the cold impact of reality and something so incredibly bittersweet that he can taste it through the phone. ❝ that makes this so much worse. ❞ ❝ i didn’t — ❞ ❝ — don’t. i love you, jungkook, ❞ you say, pulling a shaky exhale from the very center of his chest with your words alone. ❝ but, i’ve done my waiting. i can’t — i won’t drop everything for you. if it took you until someone else confessed to me for you to do the same, then how am i supposed to know that it isn’t just my attention that you want? ❞ ❝ it isn’t — ❞ ❝ then, prove it to me. ❞

recounting everything down to your glum ‘ goodbye, jungkook ’, he watches how each and every other face in the room reacts to the entirety of what he’d caused the night before. jungkook can tell that they were all on your side from the very beginning before they even open their mouths, but he can’t blame them — he was on your side, too. ❝ you thought that was a good idea? ❞ yoongi is the first to speak, leaning forward onto his elbows as he regards the youngest member with a quirked brow and downturned lips. ❝ no — yes? — i don’t know. i wasn’t thinking, i just did it. ❞ ❝ clearly. ❞ ❝ alright, give him a break, ❞ jin starts, cutting off any other smartass comment yoongi might’ve had to add.  ❝ have you decided what you’re going to do? ❞ ❝ well, that’s my problem — i don’t know what to do. ❞ ❝ do what they said, ❞ jimin pipes up, just as he begins to push himself towards the table, eyes deadset on jungkook.  ❝ prove it to them. ❞ ❝ how? ❞ looks are thrown throughout the room, every member meeting each other’s gaze at least once, until namjoon finally interjects:  ❝ i think you should go to them. ❞ ❝ what? ❞ jungkook’s own inquiry is mirrored in most everyone’s expression as they turn to their leader, each pair of eyes trying to read into his expression before he ever even opens his mouth. ❝ we’ve got some time to ourselves this week, ❞ namjoon begins, settling against the table and regarding the brunette with a small, albeit encouraging, smile.  ❝ go to them. ❞ ❝ you mean like just... get on a plane, and go? ❞ ❝ i think that’s a good idea! ❞ hoseok claps him on the shoulder, a bright, beaming grin working its way onto his features. ❝ we can all chip in and help you out. ❞ ❝ it’ll be a little rushed, but you could still make it, ❞ their leader continues, nodding to the other as if to agree with himself.  ❝ it would be better than just sitting here, anyway. and, you want them, don’t you? ❞ ❝ yes. more than anything. ❞ ❝ alright, then — it’s settled. ❞ when he casts a look over the table, he doesn’t even need to ask — every single one of them is already nodding along, each giving their own version of encouragement in their own little ways from a squeeze to his shoulder to a toothy smile, and once again he feels as if he could cry at any given moment. what would he do without them? ❝ come on, kid, let’s look up those plane tickets. ❞