What, in your opinion, would BTS think about girls having tattoo?
I am one of those people who think you should not try to look like someone you’re not for somebody else, so it shouldn’t matter. you like tattoos? you go get them. you like piercings? you go get them. if the person of your interest doesn’t like you because of something as trivial as a tattoo then they’re not worth your time, no matter how sweet they might be otherwise…
but that wasn’t the question lmao. sorry ^^
I’m not sure, but wasn’t there a time they talked about something like that? I don’t really remember. I’ll try though :’D
It’s sort of obvious that Jungkook is into things like that, so he might like it. Probably eager to know if it hurts getting it done or what the meaning is behind your tattoo.
I feel like Hoseok would like it too, tracing it with his fingertips whenever given the chance.
Jimin would probably compliment it every time he catches a glimpse of it, although he might prefer the sight of the ink-free parts of your body. But who knows right.
Taehyung would simply appreciate your existence, with tattoos or not. Depending on the motive, though, he might use it as an excuse to touch you and making ridiculous remarks and inhuman noises. idek.
Yoongi doesn’t give a fuck, shit, whatever :) …. he’d like you for who you are and not for what you look like.
Namjoon. I’m actually not sure. One part of my brain tells me he might find it sexy, while the other part says he might give you a speech about how tattoos are bad for your skin and health. But at the end of the day he’d kiss it when he thinks you’re asleep or something :’D
Jin would most likely join in on that speech about it being unhealthy, because skin care is important!!! But mostly i don’t think he would pay it much mind.
He’d probably rush inside the dorm, swiveling expertly past every GOT7 member that gets in his way with a short greeting, just to quickly, QUICKLY pet Coco. And he’d play with the dog all day and it would be getting dark outside when Namjoon finally loses his patience and tells him to say goodbye because they had to go now, fearing they had long overstayed their welcome. And Taehyung would let out a whimper, probably the saddest sound Namjoon heard in a while. But, no, he’d tell him as he’s already making his way to the door, Jackson and the others following to see them off. Which would leave Taehyung alone with the dog and he figures he’d have to act fast!
He’d soon join them in the hallway, sensing the scrutinizing stares on his back as he steps into his shoes. Jackson would be the first to ask what the strange bulge on his chest was, at which Taehyung tugs his coat tighter, turning as the other tries to poke it and says something about trying to raise tumors and don’t touch them please. But Namjoon would be quick to argue about how it didn’t work this way and damn him, Taehyung groans on the inside, because whose side was he on exactly?!
They’d catch him off guard then, Jinyoung sneaking up from behind him and groping at the bulging coat on Taehyung’s chest, first eliciting an inhuman yelp and then a low growl. And Taehyung would squirm when the other quips something about some feisty tumors and Namjoon lets out a sigh, staring the younger down. But then Namjoon would make a promise, swearing on his new wallet that he’d allow Taehyung to pet Rapmon all he wants the next time they get the chance to go home.
Taehyung trusts Namjoon, so he’d free the dog in the blink of an eye, ruffling Coco’s fur one last time before Namjoon manages to bulldozer him out of the dorm!
Taegi headcanon: whenever they get free time to go back home they always take turns staying at each other's houses. Yoongi's parents love tae and tae's parents love yoongi and everyone marvels at how well two opposite people can fit together.
ajksdaksd omg yes.
So now imagine Taehyung staying atYoongi’s house and his parents insist on Taehyung taking Yoongi’s bed–becausethat’s the proper thing to do–whereas Yoongi should sleep on the couch in theliving room. And despite Taehyung’s awkward protests of ‘I can’t takehyung’s bed’ the arrangements remain.
However, as night falls Yoongi finds hecan’t sleep, the room is too big and empty and he feels his nerves fraying atthe insistent ticking of the clock on the wall. And Yoongi comes to thestartling realization that he misses something, or someone, whatever really aslong as he doesn’t have to sleep alone. Grabbing his pillow, he tiptoes towardshis room and peeks inside.
“Taehyung,” he calls out and receives atired grunt in response. He’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the exhaustiontugging at his seams until he feels he is about to fall apart and he figures hecan definitely put if off until the morning. So when Taehyung finally comesaround, sitting up caught off guard and very sleepy, Yoongi moves towards hisbed completely unabashed and halts only when he feels the cold wood of the bedframe against his knees. “Hyung?” Taehyung murmurs and it’s too dark to gaugehis expression but Yoongi hears the gentle curl of lips in his voice and letsout an impatient sigh.
“Can’t sleep,” is all he says whereat hehears Taehyung shift and then he sees him throw back his blanket in an unspokeninvitation. Yoongi purses his lips at the lack of hesitation but doesn’tquestion it as he crawls into bed, patting his pillow in place.
“Better?” Taehyung yawns and Yoongicontemplates, because no, not yet. He turns to settle on his side, curling upagainst Taehyung’s warmth and yes, that’s more like it, he figures,which elicits a breathy laugh from the younger. However, only a momentlater he feels loose limbs tangle with his own and soft breath fan across hischeek and Yoongi realizes he is more than comfortable.
He was about to give into the gentle tugs of sleepwhen Taehyung suddenly whispers, an arm winding tighter around his waist. “Youknow, you could have just said that you wanted to cuddle, hyung.” And Yoongi istoo tired for this but he presses his face into Taehyung’s chest even as a weakshut up leaves his lips, evoking a bout of giggles.
Theremust have been at least a thousand tiny wings trapped somewhere beneath hisskin because Hoseok swore he felt every single cell within his body tremble. Beit in excitement or maybe something akin to fear, he couldn’t pinpoint but hefigured quickly, knowing wouldn’t help at all. He fidgeted in his seat, again,shifting his weight from one side to the other, thoughtful of the boy in theseat next to his own. And for the umpteenth time that day Hoseok found himselfcontemplating all of the rush decisions he’s ever made in his life and theirinevitable outcome, all while keeping his eyes trained on the thoroughly abused cuffs ofhis sleeves, stretched beyond their limit. Just like him.
“Are we—….Are we really doing this?” His voice shook with acid doubt, unsettling and growingsomewhere in the pit of his stomach, even more so when Taehyung regarded him withsilent concern, maybe he was just as uncertain as Hoseok was. Because there wasno way Taehyung could have been serious when he suddenly suggested to run away,together, sealing unspoken promises with hesitant but lingering kisses, so breathtakinglysweet and numbing at the same time.
It wasenough—more than enough, in fact—to have Hoseok now sitting with thehalf-stranger that Taehyung was in a train with no real destination but apparentlya new life ahead and possible future he never asked for. Maybe—most certainly—this wasthe point when Hoseok should be questioning his sanity, because who intheir right mind would step out of their life like out of a pair of worn socks,exchanging it for … what exactly? Idiotswould definitely do that, he caught his mind unhelpfully supply in a toofamiliar Daegu-accented drawl along with a mental image of a head-shaking Yoongi.
“I guess…,” Taehyung said and itsounded an awful lot like a question, stirring up dust-like dread, which was quickto stick persistently to the tender walls of his lungs. And Hoseok found hecould no longer breathe. Maybe Yoongi was right. He was an idiot. The idiot ofall idiots.
Taehyungwas an enigma, a mystery so unlike any other, all silent but insistent gazes andloud, fancy colors, begging for affection and burning touches. Taehyung wasdifferent, Hoseok knew the moment they met in the convenience store he’s beenworking in until said boy waltzed through the front door and swept him off hisusually very steady feet. Looking back on his own life, the lack of a properdream and personal achievements, Hoseok figured there was no room for someonelike him next to someone like Taehyung. But Taehyung stuck around, first for aweek and then another and then—…
“Hoseok”
He musthave turned all kind of adventurous shades of panic by the time he broke out ofhis daze, suddenly fully aware of the tight hold around his wrists, his pitifulsleeves rolled up carefully to sit around his elbows. And for a short moment hewondered when that even happened butthen he saw the worried furrow wedged in between Taehyung’s flawless eyebrowsand forced himself to take a deep breath.
“I mean,only if you really, really want to,” Taehyung rushed to explain, handsloosening to slide into Hoseok’s own and lacing their fingers, “I told you, mykind is not allowed to settle down,” he whispered, head falling forward tonuzzle into the warmth of Hoseok’s palms, “Ever since I was a child I wasforced to move across the country to prevent people from finding out.” Hoseokfelt himself melting, barely able to fight the shiver at the base of his spinewhen Taehyung mouthed tentatively at his fingers, the gesture almost toointimate for Hoseok’s current state of mind.
“I’msorry, for being so selfish,” he breathed against Hoseok’s skin and although itwas no more than a whisper Hoseok felt every single of the other’s words throbin his veins, “for making you leave behind everything you loved,” he looked upfrom under his lashes, gaze uncertain but with a scorching depth that seemed topin Hoseok down in his seat, “for wanting you all to myself, I’m sorry.”
The spellbroke the moment Hoseok averted his eyes to look out the window instead, mostlyto save face and hide the heat he felt burning across his cheeks, but also towatch the crowd rush over the platforms, heavy bags and suitcases in tow. Peoplewere always in such a hurry but strangely rarely on time.
He’snever thought he was in any way special. Growing up in an average household, receiving average grades in school, laterenrolling in an average university and working an average part-time job, didthis to you he figured. But at the end of the day he knew it was his fault. Hehas never tried to break out of this averageroutine he has built for himself, clinging to it without meaning to and neverbrave enough to let go and allow his desires and whims to lead him ahead.
Was is toolate for him to try it now? Hoseok wondered, gaze searching the restless crowd movingon the other side of the window and then spotting a particular pair; twoteenage boys, hands in a tight clasp and backpacks strapped to shoulders thatweren’t meant to bear the deadweight they seemed to carry. Runaways, Hoseokfigured and smiled at the unbending resolve and the trust shining in theirmutual gazes and for a moment he pondered on what he and Taehyung would looklike to someone else’s eyes.
Hoseoklet out a sigh, turning his head and folding his fingers tighter aroundthe other’s when he deemed he was ready to face him again. He had a singleduffle bag tucked away in the overhead compartment, big enough to fittoiletries, a few t-shirt, another pair of jeans, fresh socks and underwearstuffed somewhere in between; the bare necessities to start a new life. A newchapter. With Taehyung.
“Can I?” There wasan evident pout in Taehyung’s voice, one that made Hoseok meet his gaze,although this time it felt a little bit different. Hoseok felt different.
“What?” Hewhispered, not trusting his voice upon the sudden influx of emotions inTaehyung’s eyes. And Hoseok swore he saw rainbows shimmer and ooze over longlashes and burn across soft, tan skin to settle around Taehyung’s neck, rightwhere the butterfly was, for once still and unmoving.
Hoseokwished he could dissolve into thin air at the embarrassing, traitorous gaspthat left his lips when Taehyung suddenly leaned in to nuzzle his at the columnof his neck and then mouth at skin as if to breathe each of his words into hisflesh. “I want to make you mine,” they said in no uncertain manner and Hoseoksmiled. And then he realized that he wasn’t late at all, because this wasalways meant to be his beginning.
“I was bornto be yours,” he suddenly deduced, startled and blinking in pure surprise athow light he felt all of the sudden. “I’m yours.”
He saw aflash of relief on Taehyung’s face and then pure joy that seemed to breathelife into the butterfly around his neck, fluttering wings curling on tenderskin to caress it. He was ecstatic and so was Hoseok.
Bts+noblesse!! That's such a good idea! I hope you do it!! I think jungkook and hope would be great nobles, suga too. I see the others more like the student group.. Maybe? Hahaha i know you'll have better ideas
I really want to but I can’t make up my mind :’D
for now i settled for:
Jimin and Jin as Nobles (like Regis and Siera)Namjoon as FrankensteinJungkook as RaizelYoongi as modified human (M-21)Taehyung as modified human (Tao)Hoseok as modified human (Takeo or Yuri maybe) ^^;;
I’ve changed my mind like 327485394 times already :’D
“I can’t believe you mademe watch this,” Jimin griped, face pale and eyes flighty as he stomped out ofthe tiny cinema hall, the smallest the theater in town offered for the lesspopular flicks. And now he believed he knew why.
Krampus.
It will be fun, Yoongisaid.
Fun. Right. He should haveknow his boyfriend was not to be trusted.
“Come on, it wasn’t thatbad,” Jimin heard the smile in his voice and bristled, “Wait, no. Actually,it was that bad. I wasted our money.” Yoongi muttered with false regretand Jimin stopped in his tracks, which had the other stumble into his slightlysturdier frame.
“That’s really notthe point, Yoongi,” Jimin seethed, blood boiling at the sight of a shit-eatinggrin that stretched across his lover’s face and for a moment he itched to fightYoongi’s arms that came up to wind tightly around his waist. His breath caughtin his throat at their close proximity, in public, but his body melted into thefamiliar embrace, so gentle and loving. Goddammit. Jimin felt the anger softenat the very edges at the brush of lips against his cheek.
“Then, what is?” Yoongi teased,but his arms curled around Jimin impossibly tighter.
“I will never be able tocelebrate Christmas again,” Jimin confessed, face burning and fingers catchingat the seam of his lover’s shirt. He felt lips, now on his temple and then asmile.
“It’s ok. We will celebratetogether.”
send me your bangtan otp and a keyword of your choice and i will write a three sentence fic!
Photographer Tae AU where he meets Jimin and is like "uuh I'm gonna need to take your picture while you're nude"
yes, “because as an eternal student of the human anatomy, even beneath all those layers I can feel the raw aesthetic radiating off your skin,” he swore, face almost too serious as he stood there, on his knees in the slush, starring up at a furiously blushing jimin, “save the world by letting me see your naked body… Err– I mean, unleash the aesthetic within!”
I dont even ship vmin romantically but with that bromance show thing with minjae, I was thinking : imagine an au in which vmin are dating for quite some time (so domestic au somehow) and taehyung has to do that show with his friend and it makes jimin insecure and jealous though he doesnt say a thing at first. but eventually when he goes to catch him up after filming and see them interracting for the cameras while waiting, when they call each other while jimin is spending time with taehyung [...]
[…] to settle for the set, when taehyung talks about minjae a lot more than before with affection ‘cause hes hyped about that show, when the show preview comes out, etc it all grows in jimin and hes becoming more and more insecure and jealous and more and more moody and easily annoyed but taehyung doesnt really notice it ‘cause, well, hes too engrossed by that show and he really doesnt imagine jimin overthinking it even tho he does, clearly. and the day the show is out and they’re all […]
[…] settled to watch it together as taehyung asked them to, jimin basically snaps nearly twenty minutes into it and just leaves the place after yelling or gettin’ really angry or something. taehyung is lost and looking for answers as he turns towards his hyungs and jungkook and they’re all like “you literally neglected him” etc etc not in a mean way but to make him realize. then taehyung panics and goes after jimin even tho he has no idea where he went, at first.
IMAGINE AN AU LIKE THAT. OMFG. I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE IT.
sign me up for this ;A;
It didn’t take him long to figure out where jimin has gone to, because there’s only one place he ever went to whenever he sought some time alone. in fact, it was their favorite place, an old playground in the park not too far from their dorm. Taehyung remembered the convenience store on the way there that sold the popsicles Jimin used to love, so he went in and bought some, for once not caring for diets and even less the cold that’s stinging on his flushed cheeks and ungloved fingers.
Taehyung spotted Jimin in one of the swings the second he stepped into the park, chains clinking with the loud squeak of the hangers in time, barely drowning out the sound of his footsteps. Taehyung knew Jimin was waiting for him, like he has always done after a fight, often with an apology ready and burning on the tip of his tongue. Not this time, though.
He approached him cautiously step by step, head tucked to his chest in guilt and eyes peeking at Jimin from under his lashes.
“Jiminie…”
It was no more than a whisper, voice wobbling from the cold and unshed tears stinging in the back of his eyes. He had never intended for something like this to happen, because Jimin was his everything, his tiny lovely world which he’s been gravitating around like Jimin’s very own satellite.
When his call was met with silence he stepped a little bit closer, just enough to be able to hear the uneven breaths Jimin took before releasing them in delicate tendrils of frozen air that billowed around him. But then he heard a quiet sob that tore right through his insides and he was immediately on his knees, popsicels long forgotten and thrown aside as he crawled towards Jimin and buried his head in his lap, uncaring of how the slushy snow seeped though the stiff fabric of his skinnies.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He repeated over and over again as he clung onto Jimin’s tense thighs, pressing his face against them harder, wishing he could melt into his lover and ravel in his warmth. “Jiminie, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to, really!” he croaked once again, this time louder, which elicited a gasp and then a hum that sounded a lot like i know. And then he felt gentle fingers run through his hair, nails scraping across his scalp and a tug that forced him to detach his face from his lover’s lap, their gazes finally meeting. “You’re mine,” he heard Jimin breathe, eyes burning with determination and so much love Taehyung felt like he was drowning and yes, “yes, yours only.”
Jimin hummed once again, now in approval before diving in for a gentle brush of their lips and then angry teeth catching on Taehyung’s chapped lips, tugging and biting into the soft flesh. Taehyung flinched at the sting and the taste of copper on his tongue, but didn’t make a sound, gladly accepting whichever punishment Jimin would deem fitting. “I love you,” he whispered against the other’s mouth that was met with the third hum that evening and he brought his arms up to wrap around Jimin’s waist when he could no longer feel his knees, soaked and frozen to the bone.
He couldn’t help the whine when Jimin pecked his lips for the last time before tugging him back to his feet, eyes dragging across the wet patches that stretched all the way up his thighs and then to the popsicles that were carelessly thrown aside. There was a delicate glimmer of hopeless affection in Jimin’s eyes when he smiled, hand reaching out to take one of Taehung’s, small palm clasping around one that was much larger. Picking up the treats off the floor, Jimin let out a sigh, the tightness lodged in the back of his throat finally unraveling. “Let’s go home,” he said, giving Taehyung’s hand a comforting squeeze which made him immediately brighten. That’s when he knew that they’d be fine, always.
