yoongi always cooks with lots of garlic. lots of it.
and always calm and quiet. it’s not that he loves cooking, but it is therapeutic — chopping this and that, the sound of something boiling, the sizzling, the grilling. he doesn’t stop his hands as you come near him to pick up the skin of an onion to put it away or when you brush his arm as you work side by side — yoongi mixing a pot, you washing some dishes. he never liked cleaning things up anyway.
not even the sips of whiskey have loosen him up today. he offered you a little when he poured a dose for him out of pure joy, just to see the disgusted look on your face. the only way you like whiskey is when you can taste it on his lips — and, even then, you’d prefer any other taste. it’s just that it’s quite irresistible. he is quite irresistible. not even whiskey can keep you away from him.
as minutes pass, you run out of things to do in the kitchen. everything is in order, the ingredients are back in the fridge and the pantry, the dishes are clean and left to dry on their own. even yoongi looks bored waiting for the stew to boil down, taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through dozens of messages he still leaves unanswered.
there’s something quite extraordinary in the ordinary. yoongi isn’t always home, he isn’t always up for cooking dinner, he isn’t always looking so relaxed and rested. you figure you could just stand there and stare at him for a while — and you do, until yoongi opens the lid of the pot and looks satisfied with the result.
“you should taste this,” he says, inviting you closer with his eyes when he turns to you. “you like it salty, is this enough for you?”
yoongi raises a spoon out of the pot, blowing slowly so it doesn’t spill and offering it to you. his opposite hand is underneath your chin just to catch any droplets that may fall. it smells amazing — and the taste is incredible too. just as the spoon leaves your lips, yoongi cleans the corner of your mouth with his knuckle, a giggle following soon after.
requests | I know you've wrote one for Jimin with the same title (and I've read it too 😍) but is it possible for me to request no. 47 with Suga? + 47 w yoongi plz? 🥺
there’s something quite magical about winter, you think. yoongi, on the other hand, disagrees.
he feels like the wind will likely freeze his nose until it falls off his face and thanks the gray beanie on his head for not feeling the same about his ears. they’ll survive, at least. he needs that to work.
not that breathing isn’t important, but hearing is more important, right? he thinks so.
yoongi sighs to himself, wishing he had remembered to pick up a mask before leaving. if only you had given him enough time to think after throwing him a thick coat and saying let’s go without any context or elaborating on that. go where? for how long? and why?
he can never know when it comes to you.
right then, you slow your steps for the first time in 8 long minutes. looking back, you’re faced with a frown, rosy cheeks and a red button nose — yoongi looks like a winter mess and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips.
“don’t look so offended i got you out of the house,” you tease. “i don’t think the sun has seen your face in two months.”
“shouldn’t it be your face hasn’t seen the sun...?”
“of course not. the sun should be honored to see your face since it’s such a rare thing. it’s here every day, but you’re not.”
“well, that just doesn’t make any…”
“shush,” you interrupt. “hold my hand. i want you to have a cup of hot chocolate from this place i’ve found.”
yoongi accepts the hand you extend without thinking twice. it feels nice because it’s warm when his are almost numb.
but, most of all, it feels nice because it’s yours.
hi! I’m not sure if you’re done with your prompt requests but i’ve been holding myself back in reading all of your works cause i feel like i can read it all in one go cos its all sooo good.
so i’m not sure if you’ve done this one
but here goes, #71 “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.” with jk huhuh
hello! i'm not done with them *in fact* i'm very very far away from being done with them (will i ever be done? who knows)
actually #71 was one of the very first ones i did for hobi, but i'll do it for jk as well bc you asked nicely :)))
i'll say this again i'll just ask you to be a lil patient bc i haven't been able to write anything decent lately. i'm very sorry! currently working on being ok with my brain so my creativity... how can i put it... comes back?
i have been slow for many months and i really hate it but i'm trying not to force things out just for the sake of posting something, you know?
Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much, it is so beautiful. I notice a lot of writers make their writing so smutty and unrealistic and it’s just very un comfy to read lol. But your writing is so cute ... it the right amount of everything, so thank you... I really enjoy it
heyy thank you so much for this :)))
i get what you say when you mentioned some things being uncomfortable........ sometimes it's just... a lil bit too much for me
but anyway at least there's something for everyone!
hi very random and idk if youre taking requests but i was thinking about how cute it is..like imagine ur doing their skincare in their bathroom like either ur just standing infront of them doing their skincare or ur sitting on the sink counter with them between ur legs or just sitting on the covered toilet bowl and they just pull you onto their lap while u do their skincare...
soz the things that go on in my head🤪but i think that'd be so cute
and while ur doing their skincare they just admire u from up close..teehee sorry i forgot
ok omg the skincare thing can go on forever i know i've thought about it all
i was just wondering which member tho and pls not jk bc jk already got a skincare one
omg i feel like i haven’t written in forever but I loved plain sight (if i remember correctly i was the one who requested it) so if you ever feel like writing more for it i would absolutely love it 💜💜💜
Friend!!! I absolutely LOVE your writing, please keep it going it's just perfect, you know sometimes i just don't feel like reading smut and things like that and you do it just perfect, the best pure yet realistic things I've ever read! You keep it so comforting I've read EVERYTHING and you do it so so so we'll, it's so easy to read, i just LOVE IT so much you have no idea, the fact that you keep it"pure" and you don't do smut idk it's just so HEAVENLY i don't know what I'm saying i just love it so much please do more!!!
oh my god OH MY GOD THANK YOU!
i never thought i would get a message saying someone loves that i *don't* really write smut, but here it is!
to be completely honest i'm just a hopeless romantic so smut doesn't really suit my personality? idk how to say it but to put it simply: lazy mornings/forehead kisses/shy smiles > smut
hi! new reader here, i was wondering if you will make a part two for plain sight? i just really love that story, i hope you continue with it even a short one or idk.. thank youu
heyyy welcome!
i actually never thought about writing a sequel to that, but i'll keep this in mind :))
if it is of any help (probably not), i always imagined tae would somehow figure it out. not by himself, but with the help of someone else... cause yeah he's clueless lol
thank you for reading! if anyone else wants a sequel to plain sight pls like this to let me know byeee
summary | jeon jungkook is too tired to care about anything so it’s a good thing he has you aka you have to make sure he doesn’t skip skincare bc that’s very important
genre/warnings | fluffy fluff
words | 987
note | someone requested a thing i already wanted to write :))))
You knew what was coming when you felt the weight of Jungkook’s head on your shoulder on your way home.
Actually, you knew what was coming even before that — when he walked to you with lazy steps and you welcomed him into your arms. His whole body was warm from the shower, hair wet and dripping on your t-shirt. Jungkook hummed sleepily when you rubbed his back.
“I’m so ready to go to bed,” he mumbled.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here to take you home.”
Now, just under thirty minutes after that, you find yourself delicately turning his face, hands careful not to disturb him too much — just enough to wake up and drag himself upstairs.
It takes a few tries, a lot of Guk, we’re home and some baby, wake up a little, but you’re finally able to make him open his eyes, conscious enough to leave the car and take your hand on the way to the elevators. You quickly bow to the driver and wish him goodnight before rushing to open the glass door before sleepy Jungkook hits his head trying to walk through it.
While you wait for the elevator, Jungkook once again rests his head on your shoulders. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you, but you keep caressing his jaw the way you know he likes it — the palm of your hand steady while your thumb lightly moves from side to side. That alone is worth all the things you want to say, more than a thousand words.
It’s okay, we’re almost there. Just a couple more minutes. I hate to see you tired like this. You never listen to me when I tell you to take it easy. You need to rest. Have you even eaten properly today? It’s a good thing you already took a shower because I sure wouldn’t sleep next to you if you hadn’t. I accidentally washed the sheets with two doses of fabric softener so it’s extra perfumed. I hope it’s not too much. Damn it, I know you won’t let me blow dry your hair, but you really should.
The elevator beeps and the doors open. A minute later, the front door is the one beeping and letting you in.
Both of your shoes are thrown haphazardly as soon as you step foot inside. You guide Jungkook on the way to your room, both hands loosely holding onto his hips and directing his body through the corridor. Once there, he doesn’t waste a second, throwing himself on the overly perfumed gray sheets with a groan. Jungkook tried his best to pull you with him, but it’s easy to beat him when he is sleepy.
With an airy laugh, he speaks. “Well, close enough. Can’t say I didn’t try.”
“Don’t you think for a second I’m going to let you sleep like this,” you say just as Jungkook starts to pull the covers from underneath his body. “No, no, no, you’re changing into something else. Come on.”
Just then, you reach for his arms to stop his movements and Jungkook groans again, but, this time, completely defeated. He doesn’t have it in him to fight you and, deep down, he knows you’re right. He shouldn’t sleep in a jean shirt, no matter how comfortable he thinks it is right now.
Delicately, you sit next to his torso, quickly working on undoing the buttons to free his body from the thick fabric. “I’m also not letting you sleep shirtless. It’s too cold for that,” you add, getting up to grab a basic t-shirt from the nearest drawer.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” you emphasize, closing the drawer with a low thud. “Sit up a little. I promise to let you sleep after this.”
A low sigh leaves Jungkook’s lips, which soon come to a pout. “I showered and even brushed my teeth before thinking I’d be able to go to bed as soon as I got home,” he pauses for a second while the cotton runs past his head with the help of your hands. “And you’re not letting me.”
“Well, to be honest, you are in bed.” You giggle and Jungkook’s pout melts into a weak, sleepy smile. “Lie down, I’m going to get your stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Your skincare stuff.”
“Oh, okay.”
From the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook once again moving to get underneath the comforter — this time, however, he succeeds. When you walk back from the bathroom, hands busy with bottles and glass containers, he’s already looking half unconscious, eyes closed and breathing as even as it gets.
You try your best to carefully lay down all the products on his nightstand, but deep down you know it doesn’t matter. At this point, you could drop everything without caring about any sort of noise and, still, there wouldn’t be a problem. With a soft smile on your face, you start with a cleansing water on a cotton pad, quietly apologizing for how cold it is.
Jungkook, of course, isn’t really awake to care.
To keep it simple, you decide not to add too many products, following with a serum and a moisturizer. Despite only having a moment before his skin soaked up the creamy lotion, you take your time running your fingers through every slope and curve, making sure not a single spot isn’t taken care of. Your hands are delicate, like a cloud, but confident as they glide on Jungkook’s skin. Meanwhile, his face is serene, completely unbothered by the movement.
To finish things off, you gently apply a specific treatment to a darkened spot left after a tiny breakout. Something he whined about a few days ago and now is barely noticeable.
“Done,” you whisper, working whatever is left of the products on your own hands before collecting the bottles to get up. “Gosh, I think I spoil you too much.”
prompts | “Look at me. I love you.” + “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.” from this prompt list.
requests | hello :)) #8 and 12 with jimin pls ? 💔 + ooh, could you do 8 with jimin? (itd be perfect if it was the reader saying it to him but anything works) love your work!!!
“look at me,” you say, hand reaching out to make him look right into your eyes. “i love you.”
jimin starts giggling. again. his shoulders connect to his ears and he can’t stop the squeals that leave his lips repeatedly. his arms move close to his chest, hands in tiny fists, and you swear you have never seen something so cute in your life.
“stop! stop it right now,” jimin begs, catching his breath. “i told you to stop this a hundred times.”
“i’ll stop once you stop reacting like a teenager every time i tell you i love you. it’s like you don’t take me seriously. for god’s sake.”
jimin smiles at your faked annoyance. “it’s not that i don’t believe you. it’s just that it’s kind of hard to believe.”
“okay. now you’re not making any sense.”
“i just… i never thought i’d be so lucky. especially not in this lifetime.”
your eyes widen at his words. your next reaction? hitting jimin’s arm.
“how can you say that? how can you say that? you’re the most lovable person i have ever met. i don’t freaking believe you. you say that as if the only people who tell you they love you are your me and mom.”
“no, no, you got it wrong. this isn’t about how many people tell me they love me,” he pauses. “this is about you in particular. you loving me? that’s crazy. i would’ve never imagined it.”
“how can you say that?” you repeat once again. this time, however, there’s not a drop of skepticism in your voice. instead, your tone softens — just like your eyes. “you’re going to make me melt.”
omg hi😆😆im sorry i didnt realized you replied to my ask but maybe yoongi, jungkook, taehyung or seokjin..? hehe maybe you can help choose thanks!!😆 - for the skincare one hehe
