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BTS saying “I love you” for the first time?

Anonymous said:

Can you do a reaction to the first time they say I love you to you? Btw your writing is amazing ❤❤

Hey love  ❤  thanks for requesting >< plz enjoy !

Jin:

Soekjin was clutching his stomach as he laughed at you, flour decorated your body. A smirk came to your lips, you threw yourself into him, ensuring that you rubbed as much flour off of your body onto his. You both stared at each other for a moment before laughing wildly. Soekjin encased you in his arms and softly said something that you didn't expect.

"I love you”.

Suga:

Your eyes were glued to Yoongi's fingers as he skilfully played the piano.

"Can I try?" Every now and then you'd ask him to let you take over, you'd gotten a lot better thanks to him Yoongi swung on of his legs over the bench so he was now straddling it and brought you closer so your back was touching his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder and guided your hands to the piano. The sound of Ed Sheeran's Autumn Leaves flowed through the room, you'd been practising on your own. Yoongi's arms wrapped around you tightly.

"You have no idea how much I love you".

J-Hope:

You were exhausted, you laid down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. With a hearty chuckle Hoseok collapsed next to you. He looked over to you with a bright smile, you were keeping him company and even danced with him after everyone left. His heart fluttered when you returned his smile. He turned on his side to face you properly and cupped your cheek.

"I love you Y/N".

RM:

Namjoon found it hard to work on new music without at least getting your opinion. So of course he dragged you out of bed at 3am to listen to his finished product.

"Why can't you let me sleep?" You whined, snuggled up next to him as he played his new song. It was more of a heart felt song, you couldn't help but smile; the lyrics were beautiful.

"This song was made for you" You stared into his eyes causing your face to heat up. His lips were planted onto yours for a moment and his arms enveloped you.

"You are truly the love of my life".

Jimin:

You clutched your stomach, you couldn't breathe. Jimin loved making you laugh. You two sat across each other, try to make the other laugh and both of you were succeeding. The face masks you both wore was making it a bit difficult to smile but it wasn't impossible. Jimin took your hands into his and placed a kiss on each.

"I really do love you Y/N".

V:

Taehyung decided to stop at a random store, pulling you in with him. A large teddy bear almost your height caught you attention, you wanted it more than anything else.

"Tae!" He couldn't believe the size of the teddy bear. You sat down on the teddy bear, it was extremely soft. You took Taehyung's hand in yours and pulled him down to meet you.

"This is definitely coming home with me" Taehyung could only smile as you played with the teddy bear's face. Taehyung surprised you by enclosing you in his arms, he pointed to an inscription on the teddy bear and then placed his forehead against yours.

"I love you".

Jungkook:

You lost trace of how long you two were playing, it was 15-15 and this was the deciding match. There was no way you were going to let Jungkook beat you. Every once in a while one of you would playfully push the other, trying to get the upper hand. Jungkook was winning but you weren't worried.

"You're gonna lose" You smirked At the last minute you turned the game upside down, you won, leaving Jungkook with his mouth wide open. No one had ever beat him A small smile made it's way to his lips as you celebrated. He took your hand into his, with a nervous smirk.

"I knew I loved you for the right reasons".

~A

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Quick digital illustration of Suga for a friend’s birthday 

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this boy got me fucked up, and there whole comeback got me fucked up.

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Breaking the Wall. Pt 2

Part 1

I sent a text to a random stranger seven years ago. I didn’t expect an answer, neither any support. I just wanted to know whether or not it was true that strangers can be more compassionate than the people we surround ourselves with.

It’s too hard. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t talk to anyone and the pressure is building up, I won’t make it. I can’t continue, especially in a place where nobody cares. Goodbye.

I was seconds away from leaving the world; razor so close to the skin, I could almost taste the freedom. But a short rap from my phone stopped me. It was a reply from the number I texted seconds ago.

Don’t leave. I just realised how sad it is to know someone else is thinking the same thing as me. I feel the same way, I don’t like people; I like razors and loud music. Nobody understands. It hurts.

My heart began to race; what do I do? Should I continue my final act? Or do I take a hand and move onto tomorrow?

I picked up the phone that day, I destroyed my razors and listened to the melodic voice of a girl i didn’t know. I took that imaginary hand which led me through the dark tunnel to the exit and into the light.

It was hard to think that girl was just about to commit suicide, she sounded so soft and gentle; small. She sounded beautiful. I wanted to talk to her all the time after that, to gain her attention, be her pride, her respect, and her love. I don’t know if I’ve managed the last one, but I had a feeling that I was close.

Two years ago we got tattoos on our collar bones, the names of our saviours. I wanted to always remember her name, because I never thought I would be able to see her. We never talked about it, we never looked each other up. It was an unspoken unanimous decision to remain anonymous.

All we knew was personalities and voices, I drowned myself in her voice. She didn’t like to sing on the phone and I never asked her to, cause there were times when we would call each other and get immersed in our work, and just as I would get frustrated I would hear a melodic hum through the phone. Random and lyricless. There were times she would sing my songs, my raps and my melodies; those innocent moments were my favourite times.

But now I had a face, a body, the softest looking lips and seductive eyes to put to a name and a voice. Hearing her sing in person was entrancing, seeing her dance was hypnotic. Her hips swinging from side to side and her e/c eyes looking at me through her lids. She looked drunk in the music, and I wanted to keep her there. Drunk. But I also had the desire to make her drunk on me.

It was like a haze, I knew it was her; y/n. The name of the girl i had tattooed on my collar bone, my brain was yet to catch up. Was i excited? Scared? Did i want to shatter that dream-like world we had built around us?

All I had to do was look at her smile and I knew the answer. Yes, I want to know her more. Her facial expressions that matched the moods I was so in tune to. Her daydreaming face when she was far away. But most of all; I wanted her to smile for me. All the time. No exceptions.

So I stared down at the tattoo I knew i would find on her delicate skin. Unreadable to an untrained eye, but i have this picture on my phone. Its her contact picture, it’s also the only picture I have of her.

I looked down at her tight All Time Low tank top, watching her sharp intake of breath. I looked up to her face, making secure eye contact; I felt myself breathe in sharp.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of e/c. The light played with flecks of (colour) in them, her pupils dilated and wide as saucers. Her hair was up in a messy bun with stray strands flying around the air, framing her face.

I felt my arm tighten around her waist unconsciously, pulling her flush against me.

‘Y/n...’ I mutter, my heart was thumping so fast I thought i was going to have a heart attack. I lifted my free hand to cup her chin and brushed an eye lash away from her cheek bone.

‘I was going to call you...’ she replies breathlessly. I felt her tense up and i immediately caressed the small of her back, she lets out a sigh at my actions - I couldn’t help but feel immensely smug at her reaction.

She always complained about her back being sore, and now I was able to relive her knotted muscles.

‘Don’t worry about it. It’s a nice surprise, to be honest,’ I mumble to her. It was like our little world had expanded around each other, leaving us able to be in the same space. Our little world, fantasy, kingdom. I lean down to whisper in her ear, ‘I actually wanted to see you, have done for a while.’

Her breath hitched again as she looked back up at me.

‘But I thought you didn’t want to meet...’ she said softly, her eyebrows drawn together in a frown.

‘I thought so too, turns out I didn’t realise I was wrong.’ I smirk at her, watching her eyes go wider was so much fun; you’d think I said something perverted.

‘Oh...’ was all she said. I noticed that she was completely lax in my arms. Content didn’t cover the emotion I felt at her complete surrender. I had all her attention.

Or so I thought.

‘Hey, Yoongi. Do you know her?’ Said the God of Bad-Timing and Destruction.

Our bubble seemed to burst and she righted herself and pushed away from me, clearly embarrassed. I watched her stiffed and look away from me, it seems the walls were up. Guarding her heart.

I couldn’t help but feel as though my hands were empty and useless. Like they have a reason from living, but they cannot do the one thing they were made for, and somehow they weren’t made for music anymore.