#poc bts

[wocfics]

Was having some technical difficulties but I’m working on getting out Fine Art pt 3!

Side note: With stories, do you guys look for y/n inserts or do you prefer established character names?

[moonlightdreamzz]

Cozy — Jeon Jungkook

A glimpse into you and Jungkook’s love.

Request: Hi! I saw your writing and I enjoyed reading your works. I saw that you needed some request so here I am. I was wondering if you could write an imagine with BTS’s Jungkook where he comes home to the reader online shopping or something, and it’s a very touchy, lusty, feel. But lots of soft and subtle gestures towards one another. Sorry if it’s a bit much, it took me a lot to request 😬 but thank you for hearing me out! 🤗

Jungkook doesn’t understand why he gets like this doing something he does everyday. I mean, with all of his other daily routines he didn’t get nervous. Singing, dancing, speaking infront of others; these were all things that he just couldn’t get nervous about doing even if he tried.

But right now he’s standing infront of the door to his own apartment, and he finds himself taking deep breaths. His hand is on the keypad, but they’re not moving to type the code in.

“You’ve been dating this girl for almost two years now.” He chuckles to himself, knowing this was ridiculous. “She’s your girlfriend, and you see her practically everyday. Go inside.”

And as always, he listens to himself. He puts the code into his keypad, and steps in quickly. His shoes slip off his feet with ease as all he had to do today was re-record some things for the new album; no dancing.

Before he creeps around the corner, where he knows he’ll find you either asleep on the couch, or scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to come and kiss you all over, he always likes to listen. Sometimes you’ll hum, and it has to be the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. You always say you can’t sing, but he’s listened in to your little concerts too many times to count, and knows it’s the opposite.

Sometimes, you’ll even be watching tv. He has a little guessing game he plays with himself to see if he can guess what you’re viewing, and he has to admit, he’s getting better at it. His favorite though was to hear you laugh. You always kept him up to date with twitter slang, and what was considered funny between his fans and such, but when he would hear you burst into a fit of chuckles and heavy sighs; it was music to his ears.

The house is silent right now, but not so silent that he can assume that you’re deep in slumber. He’s trying his best to keep the wood floor from making too much noise, as if the alarm didn’t already inform you someone was in your home.

He finally makes it around the corner, where he finds you. His heart always increases in speed whenever you grace him with your presence, and right now is no different. Your laptop is secured onto your legs, and he can see just how concentrated you are based off how your eyebrows are making you look like an upset child.

“Hi.”

Immediately your head snaps up, and the smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know. You missed him too. You still loved him even after a couple hours of space. Your hair was still wrapped up in the scarf he gifted your for your birthday. Funny enough, it’s red and yellow undertones were complementing his white walls very nicely. This whole scenery was so beautiful to him.

“Hi baby. You look tired.” You accuse with a raised eyebrow. You hated to see him like this; a weak walk dragging across his floors, and the color tainted from his cheeks. “Have you eaten today?”

“Just had dinner with Yoongi.”

There’s a silence, featuring the two of you making eye contact. You’re looking him up and down, trying to find the lie within his words, but based on the slight swelling in his fingers you know he’s being honest.

“Are you full? I can cook you something.” You offer, standing up promptly, but Jungkook steps towards you, gently setting you back down where you were sitting.

“Have a seat.” He smiles. It’s at this moment where he realizes he hasn’t kissed you since yesterday. He also realizes that you know exactly what he’s thinking, so he seizes his opportunity.

The kiss is loving, but also filled with the kind of lust that only the two of you could have. You both agreed a long time ago that your lips were made for eachother, but even so, you always giggled when your lips pressed together. It was always magic.

He has one knee on the couch as he hovers over you, hands moving up your neck, to the side of your cheeks, and then to your ears as he allows this to calm him down. Even your breathing is in synch as the two of you just enjoy this moment.

Just when Jungkook was starting to feel his heartbeat increase to a deadly pace, and his blood rush to his face, and all the other familiar places, you break the kiss. He can’t help but to follow your plump lips, pressing another peck before resting his forehead on yours.

“What?” He questions, still hovering on top of your body that was now laid on the sofa.

“No can do tonight sir.” You sigh in disappointment, hands finding themselves rubbing circles into his fat cheeks.

“No.” He wines, and not because he needs it so bad. He just hated when you had to be bothered with such a demon. “The red sea?”

“The red sea, baby.” You confirm, and now the two of you are laughing. Once again, the kisses start, except, this time they’re much more sweet and slow. With his lips he’s telling a million stories. He’s telling you that this morning, he was really upset that you weren’t awake as he couldn’t properly embrace you. He’s telling you that while he was singing songs of heartbreak in the studio, he found it hilarious because that would never be the two of you. He’s confessing that he missed you so much, and this taste, and this feeling.

His lips move to your neck, and his hands are rubbing all over your comfort zones such as your legs, and your shoulders, and your back. He then stops his actions, looking right into your eyes. He loves doing this. He can always see how nervous you get. Your pupils start to twitch, as you’re trying your best to be a big girl and handle all the love that rests in his eyes, but at the same time wanting to look away because it’s too much.

“How did I get so lucky?” He questions, kissing you once more. Your scent is so distinct. Castor oil and black girl magic, as you would describe it.

“I think you must have been an important man in your past life.”

“Like Malcolm X?”

And now you’re screeching; that laugh that can make any man fall to his knees in an instant. It’s shaking every part of his body, and he loves you. Your little snorts are the icing on the cake; a recipe for his red cheeks.

“You’re funny.” Is all you can manage as you finally calm down.

“And you’re beautiful.” Jungkook finally stands up, placing his hand infront of you to grab. “You ate, right?”

You grab his hand that was calling out to you, standing up with a slight hiss. “Had a little soup. You know I can’t eat much when I’m bleeding to death.”

“You sure you don’t want anything else? Ice pack?”

“Just you.” Your smile is dazzling, even when your eyes seem a little weary. He doesn’t know if you’re worried about him, your day wasn’t the best, or both, but he knows he can turn it all around.

Setting the alarm, and turning off all the lights to the rooms you walked passed, he leads you to your shared bedroom. As always, the bed is exactly how you two left it in the morning. You both agreed that making a bed was pointless when you were just going to get back in it.

Jungkook pushes you forward, making you fall gently on the mattress. He then begins to remove his clothing one by one, followed by whistles coming from you.

“Oh how I wish I wasn’t about to throw up.” You call, now resting on your elbow in a seductive manner. You’re already in your pajamas, which consisted of nothing but a tank top. You’re comfortable, and he always loves to see you like this.

“You can still enjoy the show.” He winks, before stepping into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to take a shower, you know.” You offer, rubbing his spot in repeated circles. “You didn’t even do anything today.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because your hair isn’t dripping all over your floor from sweat.”

“Our floor.” He corrects.

“Our floor.” You smile. “I just want to Netflix and chill with you, baby.”

“You mean just Netflix?”

“Shut up.” You chuckle.

Of course, he takes your advice. He switches his boxers, and leaves it at that as he jumps on his high set bed. You always have Netflix ready; the horror section waiting to be surfed.

“Your scarf.” He whispers, using his hands to pull it down so your edges would be protected. He presses a light kiss to the cloth, before allowing you to nuzzle into his large arms. Your hand immediately finds the wrist that holds his tatted sleeve, and it’s caressing it ever so gently. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I get really nervous before I come home.” He confesses, not really knowing why. It just comes out.

You mute the tv, looking up at him now. “Why?”

“You just...make me nervous as hell. Never in a million years did I think I’d find you.”

“Am I that great?” You question, tilting your head as best you could. “All I do is eat your food.”

“And you also support me in everything I do. You’re always there and you always know what to say. You always can make my days better. You’re the greatest gift.”

“You’re being really nice to me today.” You’re squinting at him, clearly suspicious. “What did you do?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He assures with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah.” You brush, but he knows you’re enjoying every bit of this. This extra love he’s giving you right now.

His body is always warm, clothed or not, and the feeling of your skin on his is too good. Too pleasant. You had been so excited to watch a good movie and fall asleep, but neither of you had picked up the remote. Your hands were just playing with eachother’s, observing the way you fit together so perfectly.

“How are the boys?”

“They’re good, I hope. It’s kind of funny, but we’ve been spending so much time together getting ready for the comeback, as soon as we’re free we run away from eachother.

“Are you excited?” You ask.

“Yeah...yeah.”

You notice the hesitation in his answer. “Why the pause?”

“I’m always excited to see the fans and stuff, but I’m never going to be happy about having to leave you. It sucks.”

You slide up his body just a tad, kissing him gently before allowing yourself to be the big spoon. Your hands find themselves entangled in his locs, and you can hear the way his breathing is calming down just from the motions.

“I know, baby. I know.” You assure. “But you love it. I promise I’ll be here when you come back. I always am.”

“It’s like—we’ve done this a thousand times. I’m gone, and you’re here. You would think I know how to cope with it, but it gets worse everytime. I’m going to think about you the whole tour.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“How?”

“That means you really do love me more each day.”

That makes him chuckle and smile all at the same time, as he remembers the times when you were heavily insecure about your relationship. You always questioned yourself, but now you were the complete opposite. You were giving him the peptalk.

“I told you I meant it.”

The night continues like this; you massaging his scalp with love and care while you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. The two of you doze off in this position, Netflix still blaring at your eyes.

[doehvrts]

BTS as Quarantine Activities

Jin: burning houses down

Namjoon: not sleeping for three days then rewriting the constitution

Suga: insta live dj

J-Hope: yodeling off the balcony

Jimin: starting an only fan’s

V: eating the backup stash of food in two days

Jungkook: tik tok king

[pockpop]

bts reaction to s/o being thicc

↬ synopsis; reaction to their s/o being thicc 

↬ genre; fluff, minor angst, mature themes, thicc!reader

↬ requested? yee, thank you for requesting love ♡

↬ a/n; this was kind of all over the place I’m sorry :( BUUUUTTTT it’s finally here 乁( •_• )ㄏand I hope you like it!

jin ♡

days with him having no work, no promotions to do, no interviews, just you and him, were your favorites. he was so alive and instead of lazing around or just chilling, he was always pushing you so stuff with him. but on this particular day, he wanted to bake with you. you two danced around the kitchen together, being silly and cute as you baked a cake.

but you hadn’t been paying much attention and your hip bumped the table, knocking over a glass cup and shattering glass everywhere. almost instantly, jin was moving to get you out of the way of the glass since you were barefoot.

“no jin don’t-“ but he was already lifting you off the floor and onto the counter, his large hands still gripping your love handles even though he set you down.

“I could’ve gotten up there by myself you know,” you mumbled making jin smirk,” just let me take care of you for once, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but let your gaze fall down to where his hands were still settled. “there’s glass everywhere you know,” you said meeting his eyes finally and his cheeks flushed as you caught him deadass staring at you. he would’ve defended it as admiring. but he couldn’t help it, your chosen outfit left nothing to the imagination and now that he was really looking at you, his mind was going into overload because damn how’d he get so lucky.

“right the glass, but first-“ he leaned forward capturing your plump lips in a kiss. when he pulled away, the dorkiest smile was on his face,”sorry I couldn’t help myself, you’re just so kissable.”

you seriously had to push him away to go get a broom.

yoongi ♡

yoongi loves naps okay, hundred percent loves them but after having them with you? he honestly now can’t sleep without you near. they just ain’t the same.

you were at work when you got bombarded with texts from him like

I’m sleepy, come home

it’s been proven, sleep without you isn’t it

don’t make me nap alone

I feel abandoned

you had to laugh at how needy he was being but when you did finally get home, he was dragging you to the bed.

“wow nice to see you too,”

“we don’t talk during cuddle time.” he’d state in all seriousness and is already laying down and making grabby hands for you to join him.

you changed into one of his shirts and some shorts before joining him, one leg swung over his hips, your soft body curling into his. you could feel him relax instantly at your touch and had to laugh when he was snoring just seconds later.

hoseok ♡

you two were riding in his car, top down,late night, blasting your playlist. you two had shared a blunt or two and singing along to the songs way too loud.

hoseok had one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh, constantly squeezing it whenever he had to brake or to get your attention as he rapped lyrics of love to you.

his hooded eyes were always looking over to you, his heart fluttering seeing you bounce on his leather seats as you sang along, being so free and happy, the streetlights didn’t have anything on how you fucking glowed.

a friend had pulled him aside that night and made a comment on your weight but that comment was so negative and ignorant, he couldn’t understand how they couldn’t see how gorgeous you were.

so when he had parked somewhere remote and found himself with his head between your thighs, your moans being the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, he sure as hell didn’t regret telling that friend to fuck off.

namjoon ♡

you were meeting his friends for the first time and of course you were nervous. he had talked you up well and you wanted to have a good first impression.

you had clothes all over the room by the time namjoon had come over to pick you up. he came into your room to see you bent over in your closet.

“while that’s a nice sight to see, baby why aren’t you dressed yet? we’re gonna be late.”

you turned around to face him with a pout and he had to smile at how cute you looked.

“because I have no clothes”

namjoon scoffed looking at the hundreds of clothes just thrown everywhere,”you sure about that?”

groaning, you stomped over to him and rested your head on his chest and instinctively he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

“what if they don’t like me or you know say some shit.”

“say some shit about what?”

you looked up at him then stepped back,”about all this,” you said motioning to your body and namjoon raised a eyebrow,”nah ma not this shit, you fine, you look like a queen in whatever you put on all this and you need to get dressed so I can finally show off my baby.” he mushed your forehead gently with his pointer finger and laughed when you swatted his hand.

“I can’t stand you,” you replied but still started gathering the clothes from your first outfit choice and namjoon just pulled you close, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips.

jimin ♡

you two were at this house party that honestly jimin didn’t want to go to. he only went along because you begged him to and you looked fine as hell in the new dress he bought you. it was a short summer dress that hugged your plump body so perfectly, he wouldn’t lie he had his eyes on your booty most of the night.

The place was packed with people, Hennessy spilt on the floor, and the smell of weed in the air. the floor was thumping from the pounding bass from the speakers and when one of your favorite throwback jams came on, you pulled jimin onto the dance floor.

your back to his front, instantly his hands were gripping your waist as you threw it back on him so well.

you always knew how to move your body in a way that always blew him away, your hips found the rhythm better than his dance trained ones and you always had him hypnotized.

let’s just say y’all danced all night and he was so damn happy he bought you that dress.

taehyung ♡

“can you just sit still for me? a little longer baby I promise.”

recently you two had watched titanic for the first time, and you joked to taehyung to ‘paint me like one of your French girls.”

but an hour later and you were laying across the couch in your living room being painted by him.

your eyes looking right at him as he sat behind the canvas, his cocoa brown eyes continuously glancing over as he sketched you out. his pencil was capturing every dip and curve, the softness of your round cheeks to the stretch marks decorating your hips. when he caught your eyes, he bit his lip, almost blushing like schoolboy, you both giggling a little at the interaction.

once he was finished, it was his hands guiding themselves over your body, always in admiration and full of love.

jungkook ♡

of course jungkook was aware of how curvaceous you were. shit you two had been together for a few months and he’s still clingy af, but today just hit different.

you two were supposed to be going to a little get together at hoseok’s, a pool party since the summer heat was relentless lately.

jungkook was already dressed and playing his game to pass the time while he waited for you.

“baby? what about this swimsuit? I don’t know, maybe it’s showing too much?” you call from the room, jungkook barely glanced over his shoulder and instead said,”come out here and let me see it.”

he went back to pounding on the controller, his mind already wandering back to the game.

but the moment you stepped into his eyesight, the game was damn near forgotten.

his eyes trailed from bottom to top, the bathing suit left you nowhere to hide and he fucking loved it. the two piece did its job to accentuate every curve it could, showing off your soft tummy and thicc thighs. jungkook’s ears burned red and a shy smirk spread across his face.

“well? say something!” you pushed twirling for him.

“damn,”is all he could really stutter out making you laugh out loud.

let’s just say y’all showed up a little late to the party but definitely the flyest couple there.

[seoculture]

˗ˏˋ BTS Ideal type ♡ ˎˊ˗

Requested; yes

Disclaimer; these are all my opinions, not facts💖

˗ˏˋ Namjoon

❥i see Namjoon with some striking, whether it be looks, or personality

❥just some one who stands out

❥some one fierce, and hardworking

❥some one intelligent and self aware, knows about world events

❥some who is culturally aware, doesn’t disrespect others

❥some who he can be himself around

❥some one sexy and stylish

❥some one he can chill with and take his mind off anything stressing him out

˗ˏˋ Seokjin

❥I see him with some one caring and sweet

❥the type of person who would put others before themselves, but who also knew when it was time to take of themselves

❥some one who’s friendly and outgoing

❥some one who can cook and eats well

❥some one goal oriented

❥some one traditional, doesn’t who doesn’t go against the grain too much

❥some one pretty

˗ˏˋ Yoongi

❥some one chill

❥some one with a calming presence who can relax him during stressful times

❥some funny who can take a joke

❥some one who bring out a more lively side to him

❥some who likes music, preferably hip hop, rap, r&b

❥a person that can deal with his fluncuating moods

❥some one sexy

˗ˏˋ Hoseok

❥some one sweet and kind

❥some one adorable who he can baby

❥some one who can dance/is willing to dance with him

❥some one into music

❥some who doesn’t mind being goofy

❥some one cool and stylish

˗ˏˋ Jimin

❥some one short/ shorter than him

❥some one with a cute style, but who also wouldn’t mind changing it up once in a while

❥some one who shows affection and isn’t shy about skinship

❥some one with duality, can be sexy at times, but can also bust out some aegyo

❥some one who is as emotional as he is

❥some one with a friendly demeanor and easy to talk to

˗ˏˋ Taehyung

❥I see taehyung with some one with tough exterior

❥a person that looks mean, but is actually such a sweet heart

❥some one with sophisticated style of fashion

❥some one motherly, who wants children

❥some one who he can joke around with, a person who doesnt take themselves too serious

˗ˏˋ Jungkook

❥some one fit

❥some one older than him

❥some one with a sporty style

❥some one sexy, curvy

❥some one funny, who can keep him on his toes

[joonbug22]

Midspring Night’s Dream (Enemies to Lovers!J Hope AU)

Pairing: Plus Sized Female Reader x J Hope

Word Count: 4,508

Genre: Angst a tiny bit of smut

Warning(s): mature language, fat shaming, smut in the second part

A/N: after a year of attempting to write this, I’ve finally gotten something post worthy. it’s longer than I’ve anticipated so I will break it into 2 parts. enjoy! btw this was written for my sister @carissalovespandas and written in her image.

Part: 1 / 2

“Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?”

You could still hear Hoseok’s voice ringing in your ears as you laid out on your bed, sobbing. It wasn’t uncommon for him to say little sideways comments like that when you hung out with the boys. You usually shrugged them off or fired one right back at him, but today you just couldn’t handle it.

Today was a beach day, a late celebration of Yoongi’s birthday after a cold winter and too much time spent working for all of you. So you all decided to pile up in the van and head off towards the coast for what was supposed to be a fun-filled day. When Seokjin pulled up to your street to pick you up you were a grinning mess, beach bag in hand, excited to spend some time with your boys. It had been a while since you’ve all been together and you couldn’t wait to start the day, having barely gotten any sleep the night before. From the curb, you could count out six of the seven men waving at you excitedly, waiting for you to hop inside the vehicle. The last wore a scowl on his face, his smile having disappeared as soon as you made eye contact. Still, you chose to remain happy, wanting to make the best of the day as you climbed into the very last row in the car. You found yourself in the back seat between a giggly Jimin and a sleepy Jungkook.

“Happy Birthday Yoongs!” you beamed from the back of the van. You could see the birthday boy’s gummy grin from his passenger mirror. Jin had let him sit in the front seat since it was his day. Before Yoongi could even reply a ‘thank you,’ Hoseok had to open his big ass mouth.

“Someone remind me again why she’s here.” he didn't even bother to look back while he spoke, which infuriated you.

“I'm here because I'm the sunshine of the group,” you reached forward and gently smacked the back of his crimson colored head. Jimin covered his mouth with both of his hands, stifling a laugh.

“Watch the hair brat,” he finally turned to face you for the first time in the whole car ride. His face was contorted into some nasty look and you had to admit he looked hot when he was mad. Especially when his anger was aimed towards you, which was basically every time y'all were together. You didn't know whether you wanted to smack the look right off his face or kiss it off, probably both. Okay, you had to admit the slightest crush on Hoseok since you met the boys your freshman year of high school. Jimin was in pretty much all of your classes and the two of you soon became besties. After introducing you to the rest of the group, you were soon adopted into the pack, having been inseparable since graduation. All of the boys knew about your crush on Hoseok except for the man himself. And you honestly never planned on confessing, long as he kept that attitude on him.

It's crazy to think that you could've fallen for such an asshole, but it was really the way that other people talked about him that got you. It was the way he acted when he thought no one was watching that got you. You remember staying late nights at school, just to steal glimpses of him dancing in the school’s studio. The way his body moved was absolutely mind-blowing. He was always so graceful, but strong. It made you wonder if he was even human or some immortal sent to this earth to taunt you with something that you wanted so badly, but couldn’t have. So there you were, stuck on this idiot who seemed to be an angel to everyone besides you. You had to get out of your thoughts. What was he saying?

“There's only one sunshine in this group,” he gave you a slow, agonizing once over as he spoke, “and that spot’s already taken by yours truly.” You could feel yourself becoming self-conscious under his stare and began to pull at your white cover-up, pulling at the thin material in an attempt to hide your cleavage. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was checking you out. You wouldn’t be able to blame him though. You were pretty thick and well endowed. If you were him, you’d be checking yourself out too. Either that, or he was silently judging.

“Honey, if it's that important to you, you can be the sun. There are tons of stars that are much bigger and hotter than the sun.” You scoffed while wrapping your straightened hair into a messy top knot.

“Hotter? I'm not so sure about that one,” he turned back around in his seat, now facing the road. You could still hear him mumble under his breath. “But bigger? Yeah, much bigger.” Definitely silently judging.

You were pretty sure everyone in the car could hear him and it fell silent except for the light buzzing of the broken radio. You had nothing to say back. You were bigger than him, than all of them. As if he could read your thoughts, Jimin grabbed hold of your hand.

“Hey don't listen to him,” your best friend whispered into your ear. You could feel Hoseok staring at you from the corner of his eye, not sincere enough to look at you directly. “He's just upset because we couldn’t go to the beach for his birthday. It was way too cold.” You found yourself going from chuckling to full-on, genuinely laughing. “C’mere,” Jimin pulled you closer, wrapping you into his chest, and you dozed off just like that for the car ride. --- You woke up to a smiling Jimin, shaking you awake.

“C’mon!" He pulled you across the empty back seat. “Everyones at the beach already, let’s go!” he extended the last syllable, the smile on his cheeks reaching his eyes.

“Okay Chim!” you followed him out of the van and onto the pavement. The sun making its home on your skin. The two of your stretched your limbs after being left in the car for God knows how long

“I'll race you to the water,” you arched an eyebrow at your bestie who was currently bent in half, feeling the light burn in his hamstrings.

“You can't even swim. Why-” and before he could even finish his sentence, you were halfway to the ocean, sand flying up behind your feet at you ran. “Hey that's not fair,” the giggling man chased after you, treading sand with ease that he caught up to you right before your toes could touch the salt water.

“What are you doing?” you yelled as two arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hindering you from winning the race. “You're cheating,” you flailed your body wildly.

   “I'm saving you from drowning,” Jimin beamed from behind you, not letting up on his grip. “Plus I'm also saving your hair from getting wet. It looks so pretty like this, and I know it took so long for you to get it like this.” He reached up to squeeze the top knot atop your head.

   “Hey, hands off the hair,” you swatted at his wrist.

   “I swear, sometimes you're just like Hoseok hyung.” you found yourself snapping to face him in utter shock.

   “I can't believe you would even compare me to that mouse.” You smacked your best friend’s abs with the back of your hand.

   “Please, if I'm a mouse, then you're totally a rat.” you hear Hoseok speak up from behind Jimin. He had removed the white t-shirt he dawned earlier as he casually walked towards the water, pushing the sunglasses he wore off of his perfectly sloped nose and onto his head. The small gesture almost had you drooling as the sunglasses pushed back his bangs, revealing his forehead, one of your many weaknesses for the man. You said nothing, eyes following him as he proceeded to enter the ocean. Refractions of the sun bounced off the water and displayed across his toned, tanned back.

“Whatever, I’m going to get some sun,” you feigned being angry and stomped off toward the giant blanket that the rest of the boys had set up before your legs completely turned to jelly.

---

   Maybe after half an hour of reading your favorite poetry book under the shade of the big rainbow umbrella that Taehyung brought, you found a bouncing, wet Jungkook approaching you.

   “What’s up Kook?” you lowered your book into your lap.

   “It’s just…” He looked down at his feet as he spoke. “The guys and I were gonna go deeper into the ocean, and you haven’t gotten into the water all day, and I just wanted to know if you wanted to come play with us.”

   “Well, Jungkook, you know I can’t swim, right? I’d rather not drown today.” You laughed out loud. His gesture was sweet and it was cute that no matter how long you’d known the boys, Jungkook, the youngest,  always got shy talking to you alone.

   “I know- I know you can’t swim,” he finally managed to make eye contact with you. “That’s why I was going to offer you to ride on my back, but that’s only if you want to.”

   “Kookie, I don’t know if you knew this but I’m-”

   “Noona, I’ve been getting really strong.” He interrupted you before you could bring up your weight.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You only half-believed him. “But I’ve gotten stronger too. I’ve really been focusing on muscle, and we all know muscle weighs more than fat, and I don’t want to be responsible if you hurt your back or can’t swim with us both because I weigh us down and the both of us drown.”

   “Noona,” the boy’s prominent front teeth appeared in a smile. Somehow he found your nervous rambling amusing. “I can carry you. If I can throw Jimin over my shoulder and carry him that way, I most definitely can give you a simple piggy-back ride. Trust me.”

   “Okay bunny boy, let’s do it,” You set your book aside and peeled off your cover-up as well as the jean shorts you wore to reveal a white bikini bathing suit. This was the first you’d worn a two-piece bathing suit in front of the guys. Through getting more fit, you didn't really notice a physical difference, but just having more physical power gave you a new found confidence to wear the item. Well, that and some persuading from your best friend. Jimin had convinced you that Hoseok loved seeing girls in all white, but you wouldn’t admit that was half the reason you wore the revealing suit.

“You're actually going to trust me?” the younger man blinked in disbelief.

   “Well, no,” you gestured for him to turn around and squat down low. “But if I'm going to prove you wrong, I'd rather it be here on dry land than in the water.” You mounted your friend’s back, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You almost crapped your pants when you were lifted until your toes were no longer on the sandy floor, and you instantly locked your thighs against Jungkook's waist.

   “See, I told you I was strong noona,” the man set off toward the water once you were secure on his back.

   “Holy shit Kookie,” you nearly shouted into his ear. “When did this happen? Like, I knew you worked out, but I never expected this much from you.”

   “Hm…” he thought, “maybe this past winter?” You two finally reached the part of the ocean the rest of your friends were currently in. Your smile hurt your face, hearing them scream your name like excited children.

   “Thank you for finally joining us on the wet side,” Namjoon’s dimples poked through his cheeks as he grinned a closed mouth grin.

   “You're just in time for the most intense chicken fight of the century,” Yoongi announced, arms spread wide as if it were sort of live show in Vegas. “In this corner,” the birthday pointed to his left, “we have the Kim Team.”

   You did your best the applaud at Taehyung boarding Seokjin’s back without slipping off of Jungkook’s. Though he had a solid grip on you, you could never be too safe.

   “And in this corner, I give you the JJ Team!” Yoongi pointed to his right where Hoseok climbed atop Jimin.

   “Wait, why are they called JJ?” you interrupted.

   “Because,” Hoseok’s face displayed pure annoyance, “my dance name is J-Hope.”

   “Ha!” you let out a huge guffaw, “and who named you that? Because you don't seem to give anyone hope, Jung. Maybe you should’ve named yourself ‘J-Horse’ instead because of your horse face.” The rest of the group roared with laughter. It was a long-running joke among your friend group that Hoseok looked like a horse, though you didn't quite see it. You always thought his features more resembled a Roman sculpture, carved from marble. You dreamed of just being able to run your fingertips along the bridge of his nose or brush against his heart-shaped lips.

   “Okay,” the short-tempered man jumped off of Jimin’s back and sauntered towards where Jungkook stood with you on his back. You swallowed hard. “If I’m ‘J-Horse’, then you're Miss Piggy because, well,” he looked you over once more, “you know.” "I-," you couldn't form any more than that. "I-"

"By the way, who told you told you to wear a bikini?" A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. "Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?"

You could feel your stomach drop and suddenly you didn't want to be there anymore. “Kook please take me back to the shore,” you said under your breath. Without a second thought, Jungkook carried you back, ensuring your safe landing onto the sand. As soon as you were grounded, you found your legs were taking off in a sprint before could think. You only stopped to grab your cover-up and denim shorts, putting them on before racing off of the beach. You could feel seven pairs of eyes glued to your back as you sprinted. You could hear Namjoon calling out to you, but you didn’t dare look back. You ran and ran until your legs nearly gave out, until your lungs stung and you could do no more than bring your hands to your knees to catch your breath. Then, when you were out of earshot and could no longer hear the cars along the road, you finally let yourself cry.

~~~

   “Seok, you really took it too far this time,” Namjoon shook his head, watching your form disappear into the distance.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok scoffed, making his way out of the ocean and onto the sand.

“Well,” Namjoon followed his friend but stopped himself from speaking the rest of his sentence.

“Hyung,” Taehyung spoke up, following the older boys. “You kinda ruined Yoongi Hyung’s birthday party.”

   “I was just joking with her, same as usual, I don't know why she’s acting so damn sensitive today,” Hoseok’s smile faded when he realized none of his friends were laughing along with him.

   “People can only take so much Hyung, and you're always taking it too far with her,” Jimin clenched his fists as he pushed past Hoseok, nearly knocking him over. “It’s not like you deserve to know or anything the way you treated her just now,” he looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the scarlet-haired boy. “But that girl is fucking in love with you dude.”

~~~

   You straightened up from your crouched position, wiping the tears from your face when you heard an oncoming car. You could hear the motor slow as it began to align with the pace of your walking. Goosebumps rose on your arms. You refused to make eye contact with whoever was following you for fear it’d give them a reason to talk to you.

   “Need a ride, pretty lady?” you heard a familiar voice shout from the driver’s side, followed by a squeaky laugh.

“Seokjin, thank god it's you.” you sighed in relief. “I thought you were some strange dude ready to lure me in and sell my organs on the black market.” he stopped the van and you opened the front door, gladly accepting the ride.

“Who says I’m not,” he erupted into another fit of squeaks. “How did you manage to get this far without shoes?” You looked down at your white manicured toes, covered in dirt and ash. You hadn’t even noticed you were barefoot.

“Fight or flight I suppose,” you shrugged your shoulders.

~~~

You were awoken from your sleep by the sound of your doorbell. You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Getting up from your messy sheets, you wrapped yourself in your silk robe, cloaking your pajama shorts and camisole. Quickly glancing at your phone, you wondered who could be ringing your doorbell at ten o'clock at night. Seeing the missed calls, you concluded it was probably Jimin. He might've been worried when you didn’t answer his calls after Seokjin took you home.

“Sorry Chim, I-” your face contorted into a nasty scowl when you happened upon the redhead boy in your open doorway. He offered a half smile, teeth chattering as he scratched the back of his head with one hand. “I have absolutely nothing to say to you.” You proceeded to slam the door but noticed that it was being blocked by something. “What the fuck are you doing?” You released Hoseok’s hand from the doorframe.

“Please, hear me out,” he doubled over, gripping his injured fingers.

“Don’t you think you've run your mouth enough for today? Did you come to accuse me of assault too?”

“I’m so, so sorry,” he managed between gritted teeth, obviously still not recovered from the impact. You rolled your eyes, not having ever seeing Hoseok be sincere. Sure you’ve heard stories about how what a good, honest person he is from the boys, but you just couldn’t risk it. What if he was just here to play some prank on you?

“I’m going to get you an icepack and then you’re going to get the hell off my property,” as you turned to leave into the house, you felt him grab your arm. You doubled back, catching sight of where his hand met your skin. Hoseok had never touched you before and you were surprised at how responsive your body was to it, gooseflesh trailing up the entirety of your limb and suddenly you could feel the spring night’s breeze. A shiver road down your spine. How long had he been waiting in the cold? His hand was freezing.

“I don't need it; I can bear the pain. Please just,” he let you loose, sensing a discomfort. “I just want to tell you this, and you can never talk to me again. I promise,” he held out a pinky finger.

“Okay, you have one minute,” you crossed your arms across your chest, avoiding his pinky promise, as well as his gaze.

“Okay…” he took in a shallow breath. “First of all, I want to apologize again, not just for today, but for every day that I’ve spoken to you since the day we met. Not only have I been incredibly rude, but I've not been my true self. You see,” his weight shifted between his feet, not being able to look at you fully. “When I get around you, I just don't want you to see what I’m really like. I’m a coward and such a pushover. I wanted to show you that I can be a real man, someone who isn’t sensitive or gets scared easily, but I’m a terrible liar. I can’t act and every time I tried to act tough it just came out as so…”

“Thirty seconds.”

“So evil," he shivered at his own words, "and that's not me. I'm not evil, at least, that's not how I meant to be to you. I didn't want to be the one hurting you. I just wanted to show that I could be man enough to protect you from anyone, even though I couldn’t even protect you from myself and this turned out horribly wrong.”

“Hoseok,” you finally faced him. You were shocked that you were giving him the time of day and you were even more shocked that you actually believed what was coming out of his mouth.

“And I know it's no excuse for what I do, for what I've done; it’s just that I felt like that was the only way I had the courage to talk to you and-”

“Hoseok,” you repeated, louder the second time. He stopped rambling and his eyes met your own. You could finally see them, welled up with the tears he was holding back. “Why would you be afraid to talk to me or even want to protect me? What you're saying isn't making any sense.” You found yourself whispering once his full attention was on you. Even when he was being vulnerable, he had a way of making you feel small, insignificant.

“Because,” he spoke barely any louder than you were. “I love you.” Although his voice was low and soft, those last three words nearly knocked you over with the power they held.

“Come on,” you gestured for him to come inside the house and close the door behind him.

“Are you going to hit me again?” he obeyed hesitantly, his height shadowing yours in the dim light of the hallway.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you were offended that he’d think you'd intentionally slam his hand in the door. “I’m getting you an ice pack, now come on.” You sauntered into the kitchen, him at your heels and burning a hole in your back with his eyes. You grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a kitchen towel. “Now,” you spun around, not expecting him to be as close as he was. You could feel your heart skip a beat at his closeness. Clearing your throat, you found your voice again. “Why did you stick your hand in the door?” you held your hand out for his injured one. Once he allowed you to, you gingerly ran the pack along the back of his fingers.

“I needed you to know the truth,” he hissed at the contact.

“So you stuck your hand in a slamming door?”

“The pain in my hand is nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused you," he avoided your eyes again. "I can hold my own ice pack by the way.” he took a step forward to grab it, but you pulled it out of reach.

“Can you let me be nice to you Seok?”

“Sorry,” he held out his hand once more. “I keep forgetting.”

“Forgetting what?”

“That you like me too.”

“Who told you that?” you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the redness in them being a dead giveaway. Despite being well melanated, for your whole life you’ve turned red when embarrassed.  

“It was Jimin.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” you subconsciously tightened your grip on the man’s hand.

“First of all, ow,” your eyes widened immensely as you mouthed at least ten apologies. “Second of all, don't be mad at him. He was only defending you. If it hadn’t been for my big mouth, I would’ve never found out. Come to think of it,” he tapped the index finger of his free hand against his chin. “The guys have been pretty good at keeping this a secret because if they knew we both liked each other-”

“They knew you liked me and didn’t say anything?” You handed the pack to Hoseok, attempting to leave the house in an outfit that probably wasn’t suited for the cold of the night before Hoseok grabbed you without thinking. His chest pressed to your back while his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel the strength of his heartbeat that way. You just became aware of how nervous he was being close to you as well and your anger slowly subsided.

“Don’t leave again,” he spoke softly by your ear.

“Okay,” you turned around in his grasp and his hands slid down the flat of your back. More chills. You looked into his brown, half-moon shaped eyes, gazed along the bridge of his nose and stopped at the mole on his pouty lips. You loved that mole of his. His lips: pretty, pink, inviting. “Seok,” your voice cracked.

“Hm”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” his hands drew goosebumps to the curve of your lower back and you took your time gliding your hands up his toned neck to hold his face. To say that you’ve imagined your first kiss with Hoseok a hundred times would be an understatement. None of those scenarios measured up to the real thing. When Hoseok’s lips touched your own, soft as rose petals, an audible moan escaped, but it was too hypnotizing to be embarrassed. Man, was he an amazing kisser, the way his lips matched the fluidity of your own. When he tugged at your bottom lip with his, another moan. When he migrated his tongue into your mouth, another moan because God he tasted so damn good.

“Please,“ you pulled away for a moment. He looked hurt, another pout forming on his lips and you kissed it away. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” his eyes darkened and before you knew it, you were lifted off of the floor and placed onto the kitchen counter. “For the record,” he spoke breathily between marking up the base of your neck with nibbles and kisses. “You looked so fucking sexy in that white bikini. It drove me insane seeing you on Jungkook instead of me.”

“But I only want you, Seok,” you whined in response, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Say it again please,” he ground into you through your silk shorts, dancing to the rhythm of your breathing. "Call me 'Seok,' again."

“It’s you, Seok,” you exhaled at the added friction of jeans, against silk, against skin. “It’s always been you.”

“How does your voice sound so raw and I’ve barely touched you?” your only response was desperately grinding on his hardened length through his pants. You nearly cried when he pulled away from you, the only remaining contact being his hands on the meat of your thighs, pinning you to the countertop. You squirmed under his stare, watching his gaze go to where the silk stuck to your center as he dug his thumbs into your soft flesh, leaving red marks. “Want me to make you feel good?” he licked his lips making them shine with saliva. Nodding eagerly, you reached your arms out to him. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes please, please make me feel good Seokie.”

[blackmilkbangtan]

bts reactions to you being insecure about your thighs

yoongi:

you know what they say; the freaks come out at night. and for yoongi, that was his status quo. his lips brushed against yours, leaving your face to grow hot at how sensual he was being. he then trailed down your neck, nipping and licking your chest and collarbones. his mouth left a path from your belly button, down to your entrance. his hot breath against it made your thighs want to close together, but was restrained by his veiny hands. right before he dived in -;)- he stopped and looked at your uncomfortable expression.

“mama what’s wrong.” he stopped his actions and rested his head on your plush stomach.

“i don’t know, it’s just sometimes i feel like im gonna suffocate you.” you muttered.

yoongi looked at you and laughed, “do you really think these,” he grabbed your thighs tightly “can suffocate me? im a grown man i can handle it” he said proudly. those few words boosted your confidence and tickled you at the same time.

“thanks baby, i lowkey needed that.” you giggled.

“now come on so i can eat.”

jin:

jin was preparing himself for another episode of eat! jin hosted on vlive. he sat down at his computer closing down his tabs so his internet would run faster, but one surprised him.

‘weight loss tips’

he immediately put two and two tighter and realized it was probably you, since you were the last one at his desk. it made him a little upset that you wanted to loose weight, maybe he wasnt loving you enough. he began his hunt and searched around the relatively small apartment you two shared. he ended finding you following along to a “how to properly squat” tutorial.

“what’s this?” jin asked, surprising you during your workout.

“im just working out, is that a problem?”

“it’s not like you’d notice anyway.” you said under your breath.

“now what’s that supposed to mean?” he was getting agitated now.

“you never want to have sex anymore,” his features softened at what you said, “do you honestly think that we’re not doing it because of your weight?”

“i mean everytime we go out, you always look at these skinny ass girls”

“they don’t have anything to look at! im just happy that ive got someone that can sit on my lap without a bone ramming into my thigh!” he exclaimed.

you broke out crying, not because of what he said, just that you hate when someone yells at you. jin moved closer and wrapped you into a tight hug.

“look babe, i love you so much, you don’t even understand.” he hunched over so he could put his head in the crook of your neck.

“i love you too jin” he separated his body from yours and gazed into your eyes.

“c’mon into this room so i can show you how much i love you.”

namjoon:

you were laying in the bed with namjoon, spending his day off as it should be; a day off.

while you were scrolling through social media laughing at memes until you scrolled along a stupid post ranting about how namjoon doesn’t “deserve to be with a fat bitch like you.” you always know armys were overly possessive, but to comment on something that doesn’t concern you is disgusting.

the bad bitch inside of you wanted to clap back, but the sad bitch in you took over and you started to cry.

“babygirl what’s wrong, you was just chillin and now you crying. what happened?” he cooed, rubbing his large hands lovingly on your thighs.

“some stupid -probably no jam army, called me fat and said i don’t deserve you, nothing to bad” you chuckled with tears still forming in your eyes.

“your not fat, there’s just more to love.” he tried to reassure you.

“you know how many fan fictions ive read that said that exact same thing”

“but i mean it, you have nothing to be upset about. why do you think my favorite position is doggy style? i love seeing your ass jiggle when im-“ you cut his inappropriate sentence off with a quick playful punch on the shoulder.

“now get off that phone, i got something else you can play with.”

taehyung:

while walking home you were being harassed by two grown men commenting about your weight.

“where’s a fat bitch like you going?”

“yeah, you fucking whale” his friend went along with him. you decided to be the bigger person and ignore them, yet they still followed you home.

“can you guys just leave me alone” you shouted at them.

“yeah” a deep voice cut in. you looked up to see a handsome man to be your defender.

“what’s some good looking guy like you hanging out with...this?”

“look, while im smashing this thick beautiful girl, you can go back to dicking down bitches that when they throw it back it sound like a screenshot.” he clapped back. while they stared at him like he was nuts, your cheeks grew hot as the attractive stranger talked about you so openly, like you knew him.

“youre dismissed,” his scrawny ass jumped at him. the guys left with a muttering of “fucker” and “fat ass” -referring to you. he then wrapped his arms around your waist.

“thanks for the help, nobody usually stands up for me like that.”

“nobody as fine and cute as you should be getting pick on by some bummy dudes.” this guy was smooth a hell, made you want to suck his dick right on the spot.

“i was finally feeling confident about my thighs, i guess i got to go back to being insecure and hiding them.” you half joked, using it as a coping mechanism.

“i like them, better to grab when im-“ he stopped himself, realizing that he was going too far to be talking to a stranger.

“im taehyung” he stopped to shake your hand.

“(your name).”

“here take my number, call me when you get home” he quickly put his number in and headed off, waving while walking in the opposite direction. your heart fluttered as he left, you took a look at what he saved his number as. “that cute asian boy”, a small smile grew on your face as you shoved the phone back in your pocket and headed home.

jungkook:

you and jungkook haven’t been dating for a while, but that didn’t mean your feelings for each other weren’t true. jungkook had officially introduced you to his group members. and he decided to get you acquainted with them by jin cooking a meal for all of you. as for your outfit, the shorts you wore exposed the bottom part of your ass. it wasn’t like you were self-conscious about your body, except your thighs which were ridden with cellulite.

while at dinner, you helped jin pass out the plates. each time you leaned over they all stared longingly at your thighs, fixated which each step you took. your face grew hot, you began to lose confidence each time a pair of their pupils landed on you. you quickly dashed your way to the nearest bathroom.

“(your name), wait up-“

you sat on the toilet, with your face in your hands silently crying. even though it was such a little inconvenience, it made your anxiety skyrocket. while in the midst of thinking, two small knocks echoed throughout the small room and jungkook came in.

“babe, what happened out there?” jungkook knelt down to your eye level.

“they were looking at me,”

“that’s all? why-“

“no, they were looking at me like i was disgusting, like i’m too big-“

“look, baby, they’ve literally never seen a thick girl in korea never in their lives, shit i was even surprised to see you.” your heart rested a little easier as his hand settled on your lap.

“take it as a compliment, your beautiful no matter what size you are. on some sappy cliche shit; i love you no matter what.” once the two of you exited the bathroom, the chatter in the dining room stopped.

“can you guys stop staring? this is mine”

jimin:

you and jimin were walking around the mall, window shopping and such. you finally landed your eyes on a cute pair of floral shorts.

“hey jimin honey, can i get a pair of those?” you gazed at how beautiful the shorts were from outside the window.

“of course, come on let’s head in.” he lead your already intertwined hands into the shop. one of the workers came up to you guys with a face full of fake politeness.

“how can i help you today?” she questioned, you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes at me.

“i would like those pair of shorts in the window there, in an xl please.” you decided to go a size up since an american medium is probably small in korea.

“im sorry but i don’t think we carry that for...your kind of size,” she disrespectfully said, eyeing you up and down.

“first of all-“ you were so angry that you were almost on the verge of tears.

“(your name) come on let’s go to a different store” jimin ushered you out the store. “so you just gon let that weenie hut jr lookin’ ass bitch talk about me like that? to my face?” you said with a hushed shout.

“i didn’t want to cause a sce-“

“cause a scene my ass, you know how i feel about myself. she just basically called me fat you know.” jimin stopped in his tracks, and held both of his hands on either side of your shoulder.

“there’s nothing wrong with your body at all,” he said sternly.

“listen, you being chubby doesn’t change the way i feel about you,” he then pulled you into a tight hug.

“now come on, that store was weak anyway, let’s go buy you some gucci.”

hoseok:

“muffin whats taking you so long in there?” hoseok shouted from the other side of the door. hoseok wanted to take you to the beach for his day off, and you wanted to cover up as much as your thighs and the cellulite that ruled over it as well.

you went over at least 17 outfits, and it’s taking you hours to decide on one.

“stop playing around, they’re gonna close the beach in like 2 and a half hours” another bang on the door followed as he finished his sentence.

“ok i’m done” the door swung open and you walked out in a pair of sweat pants and a throw on shirt.

“you’re not going outside like that”

“why?”

“why? you’re gonna have a fucking heat stroke wearing that, go but on your swim suit and some shorts.” he pushed you back into the room and he followed suit.

“people are gonna stare,” you looked down, being to shy to admit that your super insecure about your thighs. hoseok pulled you on the bed with him,

“you have nothing to worry about,”

“yes i-“

“no, you don’t.”

“but what about th-“

“those ‘all skin and bone’ girls at the beach that look at you?” his hand rested on your thigh and ran his thumb against the sides of them. “listen, theyre just mad that their boyfriends don’t feed them at home.” he joked. he always found a way to turn everything into something funny and you loved it.

“now out on the swimsuit that makes your ass look juicy.”

“the red one?”

“the red one.”

a.n.= unedited and i feel like hoseoks and jimins are a lil’ shitty. sorry @anon 🐝

[bangtans-coco-blog]

Tutoring w/ Yoongi