#Hobie seems like he’s immune to this

[aesthetic-uni]

Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT

#uni talks about the universe #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavtir prabhakar #the spider kids DO NOT know how to lie #Jess: You know we can just teach them how to lie #Miguel: sorry no this is a canon event #Peter B: For once I agree every kid must suffer through this stage #Hobie seems like he’s immune to this #but he slipped up once and no one has ever been able to figure out what happened #there’s wild rumors going around that he will never confirm nor deny #side note Margo and Peni are also apart of the spider kids #this has nothing to do with the post I just see people leaving them out so I’m making this formal announcement to my two followers #originally I put how pav’s hair was giving him away but the scene with saving his girlfriend felt more accurate yknow?

[lopsicle]

Writing while your tired is hard :( but tickletober is worth it, as long as you all keep enjoying my fics and I have an excuse to write! There may be some days that I end up missing though, mainly because I don’t like the prompt too much, anyway

British ‘people’ are liars

Tickletober Day 5: I’m not ticklish

Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse

Pairing: Lee! Hobie Brown and Ler! Gwen Stacy (Platonic)

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets a little heated when Gwen doesn’t believe Hobie’s telling the truth.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, not proofread (gimme a break, I’m sleepy)

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‘I’m tellin’ you mate, I’m just not ticklish,’ Hobie said, almost amused as he kept on denying the truth to his friend. The punk laid back on the couch, his long arms and legs hanging off the edges while his head laid tilted towards Gwen.

It had only been a couple weeks since Gwen had moved in with Hobie, though ‘move in’ would be putting it lightly. The only things Gwen had at that point was the clothes on her back, and a small bag of essentially Jess had given her. That wasn’t to say things were totally awkward though, the two had been on plenty of missions together before and had grown decently close, nothing past work friends though. Hobie was just accommodating, even with what little he could have in his home dimension his door was always open to his friends.

Things were still slightly awkward, mainly for Gwen as she felt like she’d been intruding on his space for a while, even though Hobie really didn’t mind. Some days, she could be so quiet he’d have half the mind to forgot she was living there. That’s why he was the one suggested truth or dare, to try and air out any tension that had been wracked in the spider woman’s brain.

Even though now he seemed to be taking the truth out of truth or dare.

‘You know, everyone’s ticklish Hobie, you can’t just be immune,’ Gwen told him, sitting on the floor with her legs criss-crossed. Despite her meagre reluctance at the start of the game, since she only accepted out of politeness to Hobie, she was really beginning to shed her true skin at this non-serious argument.

‘Nah, I’m just different, init,’ he smirked, staring back up at the ceiling like he’d won. Gwen just rolled her eyes, rubbing her temples.

‘I can’t understand a single word you’re saying half the time,’ the blonde sighed, shuffling a little closer to the couch as she aimlessly poked Hobie’s side, hoping for him to let out some kind of giggle or squeak or even just to move away from her fingers but it was like she wasn’t even there to him.

‘Are you tryna dig out my insides or somet’? I told you, I’m not ticklish. There’s no point in try-ihihing!’ His lanky body practically caved in on itself as Gwen’s nails dug right into that delicate spot below his bottom set of ribs. Her eyes widened as did his, though a little smirk crawled onto her face. In a second, she had hopped up onto the couch and straddled Hobie’s hips, pinning him under her weight.

‘You know, I didn’t think you’d lie to me, especially after you-,’ she pokes him in the ribs again, ‘suggested this game!’ With just one little discovery about her host, it was like the floodgate of her personality had been fully opened, acting more playful now then she probably ever had.

‘I dihihihidn’t! I’m nahahahat tihcklihihish!!’ Hobie still tried to lie, though try was putting it nicely. He was making zero effort to hold back all those snickers that were freely pouring out of his mouth. The boy’s lips curled into an even wider smile, clearly amused by riling Gwen up with his blatant lying.

‘Really? Not ticklish, hm? Where’s all this laughter coming from then?’

The blonde asked, leaning down a little to look him in the eye. As she did so, her fingers quickly crawled up all his ribs, using them like a ladder until she reached his armpits. Hobie kicked and bucked around her more wildly for that, shoving his heels against the end of the couch which caused him to ride up it even more. The back of his head was now leaning against the couch arm, with his arms squished to either side of him.

‘I-I duhuhuhuhnno!! Rehahahahahal myhahahstery, yohahahu knahahahaw!’ Hobie chuckled to himself, before yelping loudly once he felt Gwen’s long nails wriggle about in his armpits.

‘I could just keep tickling you until you tell me the truth, I wouldn’t really mind doing that, but I’m not sure someone as ticklish as you could take it.’ Gwen challenged Hobie, making sure to sink her nails right into the hollows of his armpits. The punk gasped and kicked his feet around as much as she could, batting his hands from side to side, doing whatever he could to not sit still and give into her.

In all honesty, it was probably some of the most fun they’d had together. Even if Hobie was insistent on getting away from the tickles and not being ticklish at the same time, the sensations weren’t torturously bad or even regularly bad for that matter. And Gwen was too lost in the moment to really think about it too much, really focuses on getting her roommate to squeal and laugh his head off.

‘Nahahaha poihihnt in ticklihihng sahahahahamone whahahaa ain’t tihihhicklish, mate!’ Hobie barked out, grinning from ear to ear at that point. Gwen laughed a little at that, not able to take his lies seriously anymore when they were coated in giggles and cackles.

‘Ahakay, sure your not, Hobo, but I’m sure there’s gonna be one little spot that’ll make you scream with laughter!’

And unluckily for Hobie, she found it pretty quick. As the drummer retracted her hands from his armpits, which was a little difficult seeing as how cramped his arms were, her nails ended up tracing just against the tip of his jawline, causing him to retract back and slap his hands over his mouth.

The two just stared at each other for a couple second but Gwen quickly broke this moment by plunging her hands forward, skittering her nails all over Hobie’s jawlines, which sent him ballistic.

‘GWEHEHEHEHEHEHN!! FIHAHAHAHANE, IHAHAHAAH’M TIHAHAHACKLISH, NAHAHAAHW STAHAHAHAP!!’

‘Really? Your ticklish? I had no idea!’

She got in the last tease all while his body flailed about desperately on the couch, his mouth was wide open as shrieking laughter tumbled out of him. The girl’s nails slowly left his body and she did too, hopping off his hips and standing next to the couch, giving him some time to recover.

‘Thank you, Gwendy,’ he huffed, stretching back while staring up at the ceiling, Gwen visible in the corner of his eye.

‘No problem,’ she said, though placed a hand to her hip curiously. ‘Why’d you go through all the trouble to lie about though?’

Hobie just smirked to himself, resting with his hands behind his head.

‘Because I knew it’d get you to open up like that.’

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tickletober2023 #augtickletober2023 #spiderverse tickle #across the spiderverse #lee hobie #lee hobie brown #ler gwen #ler gwen Stacy #ticklish hobie brown

[minbbyyoongi]

You Ride with Me Tonight. Pt. 2

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I know I said I was gonna wait and get input on this but I got excited and wrote what I wanted anyway :)

ps. This has not been spell checked or edited this is rogue :))

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Genres: Kinda angsty, will eventually be smut, au where they’re just a bit more bold

Warnings: very handsy, sexual implications, nothing too serious yet

The Ride

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You didn’t know what to think. Normally, the boys left out the back immediately and you would wait with the other producers until the audience cleared out. But this wasn’t normal, you hadn’t ever been publicly associated with the group, and now here you were on live tv practically sitting on Hobi’s lap.

When the boys finished their performance and the curtains closed, they all shook hands with Jimmy, as did you, and bowed out to get back to the hotel. J-Hope made a point to be last, giving Jimmy a big hug and even bigger smile. On his way past you he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him towards the van. The rest of the group had already loaded up, and the only spaces left were in the middle row, right next to Yoongi. It’s like they planned this, seeing the four boys piled in the three seats in the back. Hobi ushered you into the seat and followed behind you, shutting the door. He leaned into your neck and whispered;

“You ride with me tonight”

You couldn’t help what happened next. As the driver takes off, you roll over a speed bump and gasp, failing to cover the slight moan his breath on your throat pulls from you. Your body reacted on instinct, leaning into his words to feel his lips meet your neck. You slap your hand over your mouth and retreat back to your own space, sitting up straight and hiding behind your fingers. You were not going to survive this.

You had spent 6 months with these men so far, learning their bodies and the ways they can move. Guiding them as best you can to find their own confidence in dance. That, however, meant very close physical contact often, and you were not immune to your nature. These men are carved out of porcelain like walking Greek Gods. You’ve stayed up late thinking about the way Hobi moves his hips, and how Yoongi bites his lips when he’s really feeling himself. The things they could do to you..

Your retreat did not go unnoticed, the boys in the back stopping their conversation at the sound of your hand hitting your mouth. Jungkook, being the youngest, was forced on the laps of his elders in the back row. He leaned forward, putting his head directly between you and Hoseok, and turned to look at you.

“You okay Y/n?”

You closed your eyes for a moment and swallowed, placing your hand back in your lap and smiling.

“Yes Kookie, my breath got caught in my throat when we went over that bump back there. I’m okay.”

He seemed to believe you, smiling back at you and nodding, he returned to his mates to continue their discussion. You breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily calming your nerves. This, however, did not last.

The driver and Namjoon are deep in conversation about New York, and you’re trying to listen to what the driver is saying about restaurants when you feel a cold hand slide onto your thigh. You looked down in confusion, Hoseok did not have cold hands, and he was not sitting on your left. You followed the slim fingers up dark veins until you met Yoongi’s gaze. This time your breath really did catch in your throat, struggling to comprehend not one, but two of them coming onto you in succession.

Yoongi’s fingers slid over your thigh to reach where it met your other, not breaking eye contact, he squeezed at your leg and winked. This, you assumed, was a signal. Hoseok’s warm hand met your waist, just underneath where your shirt met your pants. Together their fingers gently prodded at your skin, kneading into you as you finally broke your staring contest with Yoongi. You bowed your head and took a deep breath, letting it out shakily as you tried to take back control of your thoughts. Everyone is in this van together. This cannot be happening, they can’t be doing this, somebody is going to notice, I can’t stop myself from-

“Don’t worry baby”

You felt Yoongi’s nose brush against your ear.

“We’ll take care of you”

Hoseok leaned into your side, hand sliding across your back and lips breathing his words into your neck again. Your whole body tensed, caught between overthinking and giving in. Their hands felt so good on your skin, and you didn’t want this to stop, but it was all happening so fast. Hoseok pulled at your belt loop with his hand across your back, lifting your skirt up just enough for Yoongi to inch his hand closer to your center.

You were like putty at their fingertips, melting into every little movement and holding back all the sounds that threaten to leave your lips. Yoongi leaned into you harder as he moved his hand, catching your ear between his teeth, he swiped at it with his tongue before biting at it gently and closing his lips around it. You couldn’t help but lean into his mouth, exposing your neck to a waiting Hoseok who licked a thin stripe up your neck. This was it, there was no way you could hold yourself back and stay quie-

“We’re here.”

The boys retracted their hands and their tongues, sitting up straight and relaxed as if nothing had happened seconds before. You felt significantly less composed, you could feel the saliva on your neck from Hoseok, you knew your skirt was hiked up just a little bit too much on Yoongi’s side. But you took advantage of the hustle of everyone unbuckling and adjusted your hair and your clothes, trying to keep your gaze down.

Everyone unloaded the van and started walking into the hotel. Management had already checked in for you guys so it was straight to the elevators and up, having received your keycard at the studio alongside the boys. Everyone was on the 33rd floor, and you all piled into one glass elevator to get to the top. Smooshed into the back with 8 people occupying the space, you feel your ass press against the glass where a hand lay, grabbing at your skirt and on display for anyone looking at the elevators from the ground floor.

You snap your head to the right to see Hoseok smirking, eyeing you as he slides his fingers down, to dip below your skirt. He hooks them up and just barely brushes against your cloth covered core. This causes you to squeeze your thighs together and bow your head, desperately keeping your groan at bay. Yoongi, who had been infront of the two of you this whole time, turns around and settles his knee between your legs, forcing Hoseok’s fingers to press deeper into you while his leg puts pressure on your clit.

You throw your head back, leaning against the glass wall of the elevator you stare at Hoseok as you grind into the thigh between your legs, feeling his fingers push against your hole.

The elevator rises counting off the floors in a robotic voice, and like the flip of a switch floor 32 is announced and both men have returned to their own space and suddenly learned how to keep their hands to themselves. Everyone unloads from the elevator, never looking back or considering what happened behind them, and splits off to their rooms. Jin and Namjoon share a suite, as do Hoseok and Yoongi of course, and the younger three boys share one room. You, coincidentally, get a room to yourself, though not nearly as big or decked out as the boys.

You keep your head down and walk towards the end of the hall to round the corner, your smaller room was a few turns away from the suites the boys got to stay in. You passed the last ornately designed hotel door, the “Celebrity Suites” offered by the hotel, and a hand caught the back belt loop on your skirt. You turn around to see Hoseok and Yoongi leaning out of their door, the hand of the latter still gripping at your bottoms.

“We’re not done with you yet.”

#jhope #jung hoseok #bts #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts smut #bts suga #bts jhope #jhope smut #yoongi smut #jhope fanfic #yoongi fanfic #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 13

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2098

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You

Mina, I'm screwed

Mina

Oh nice, you finally got laid?

You

Wow you are sooo hilarious

Mina

You love it

Now tell Mama Mina what ails you

You

It's dumb. And embarrassing.

Mina

What, you suddenly realize you're in love with all your perfect roommates?

You

…

Mina

Omg

I fucking knew it

And you were so sure you were gonna be fine

Lolololol

You

It's not all of them!!

Mina

YET lmaooooo

I'm dying

You

Ok well once you can breathe again

HELP

Mina

Lol

I mean

Is it really that big a deal?

You

????

Of course it is

They're my friends

I'm violating their trust

I'm using friendship as an excuse to hang out with them!

Mina

Bruh

You

I'm the worst

Mina

Omg dude

Breathe

Are you doing it to get in their pants?

You

Of course not

I mean they're all smoking hot

But it's not like it's my goal or anything

I just like spending time with them

Mina

Which is what friends do, you adorable dork

So which ones are they?

You

Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi

Mina

Huh, I thought for sure Taehyung was gonna be in there

You

Mina!!!

Mina

I mean, he's gorgeous and totally whipped for you

You

You know he's like that with everyone, right?

Mina

Suuuuuuure

Well, let me know which one you fall for next ;)

You

MINA!!!!

Mina

Well if not him

Maybe Namjoon?

You said you have a huge boner for his voice and dimples

Didn't you write a fucking research paper for him lmao

You

Please never bring that up again

I purged it from my memory

Mina

Or that other dancer guy?

Hope or something?

Didn't you spend all night cuddling with him that one time

You

It's Hobi

And no, he's sunshines and rainbows and too pure for this world

Mina

Lol you sound gone for him already

What about that cutie you used to tutor?

You

Omg no Kookie is too young

Mina

He's one year younger than you dumbass

Also didn't you say he's both the cutest thing ever and ripped as fuck?

You

Are you trying to ruin my life

Mina

Only a little ;)

Really though, I wouldn't freak out so much about it

From what you've told me about them, they all seem like super legit dudes

You

That's the problem!!!

I spent so long immunizing myself against their looks

I totally forgot to guard against their personalities

😭😭😭

Mina

Lol what I mean is

You told them the first day that nothing would ever happen, right?

So they're gonna respect that

They're not gonna make a move unless you do

You

Lol not like they would anyway

Have you SEEN them??

Mina

Bitch have you MET you?

You

Aw thanks

But seriously I'm freaking out

Mina

It's not that complicated

Either you do something about it or you don't

No one (including you) is forcing them to do anything

And no one is forcing you either

You

…

Huh

I was overthinking again, wasn't I

Mina

Yeah but it's one of your charms <3

And if you ever need an outlet you know I'm always here to read your thirsty-ass texts

Srsly I kinda wish I had popcorn

You

You're the best <3

Mina

You can thank me by getting daddy Jin to buy me something nice

You

I rescind my last statement

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Eomma

Hi honey, how's school going?

Seokjin

Hey mom, pretty good!

Everyone in my group project is actually competent for once

How are you and dad?

Eomma

We're doing great!

Speaking of groups…

Seokjin

Oh boy

Eomma

When are you going to bring [y/n] for a proper visit?

Seokjin

Uhh I'm not sure

She's really busy with schoolwork

Eomma

She's a double major, isn't she?

What a hard worker

And such a sweet girl

We really liked her, Seokjinnie

Seokjin

I know, you've both told me multiple times

She is pretty great though

She liked you guys too

Eomma

Well we don't mind if she brings some of her work here!

Lord knows your father will understand

You should stay for the whole weekend!

We can prepare the guest room downstairs so you don't have to worry about disturbing us ;)

Seokjin

MOM!!!

Eomma

No need to be shy, we all saw the way you were looking at her

Reminds me of your father and I when we first met

We couldn't keep our hands off each other

Seokjin

I did not need to hear that

Eomma

Can you blame your mother for being excited?

It's been so long since you've introduced us to anyone other than those cute boys you live with

We're just so happy for you

And we'd love to get to know [y/n] better

Seokjin

Sigh… I'll ask her

ONLY dinner though, not the weekend!

Eomma

Ah, I understand

More comfortable in your own homes, I get it ;)

Seokjin

Oh my god

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Jin

Hello my wonderful, perfect wife!

Did I tell you that you look absolutely ravishing today?

You

You're about to ask me for something, aren't you…

Jin

Can't a man tell his wife she looks beautiful?

You

Okay then

So you just texted me to compliment me

Jin

Exactly

You

Thanks, babe <3

I'll talk to you later

Jin

Wait no come back, you're right

But I also DO think you look great today!

You

I knew it

You're a heartbreaker Kim Seokjin :(

You'll be hearing from my divorce lawyer

Jin

Nooooo!

Please give me a second chance!

We didn't have a prenup!

You

Hmmm alright

But only because you're so pretty when you beg

Jin

Thank you

You're benevolent and forgiving and lovely

You

Continue

Jin

And beautiful and smart and funny

Flowers bloom when you walk

The wind sighs when you pass by

My soul weeps when we have to part ways in the morning after our steamy, sensual nights

You

Ok ok what is this favor?

Jin

My parents want us to come over for dinner

Honestly it's your fault for seducing them with your feminine wiles

You

Oooooo dinner with the in-laws!

You should be glad they like me, Jinnie

But yeah I'd be happy to, they were really nice

Probably can't in the near future though, final projects are coming up with a vengeance

Jin

Yeah I figured, same here

Just wanted to run it by you since my mom brought it up

You

Are you sure you're okay with it?

We could probably stage an amicable break up

Jin

More than okay

I like spending time with you and my parents will be happy, it's a win-win

You

Awww babe <3

Jin

<3

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Jungkook

I hate matrices

You

Aww Kookie

Linear algebra?

Jungkook

Yes :(

You

Want me to take a look when I get home?

Jungkook

Yes please!

Study date?

You

Sounds good :)

Jungkook

Thank you [y/n]!

You're the best

I'll make some of my fancy ramyun

You

Yay!!!!

Jungkook

Will you make cookies this weekend?

You

Hmm

Only if you're good and help me with dinner cleanup the rest of this week

Jungkook

Okay!

You know you can ask me to do that anytime, right?

Without bribing me

You

And that's why I'll make them

Cookies for my sweet lil Kookie

Thanks in advance for the help :)

Jungkook

Anything for you :)

~~~~~

Yoongi

yo can you check if i left my beanie in my room?

Jungkook

No

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Jimin

Hello fellow 10s and 95s!

My classmate's having a party tonight

Let's goooooooo

Taehyung

Sounds like fun!

You

I'm sorry Chim

It does sound like fun, but I have too much schoolwork :(

Taehyung

But it's Friday!

You always have schoolwork :(

Jimin

Don't you love us? :(

You

Don't point those sad faces at me

Taehyung

:(((((((

Jimin

:(((((((((

You

You know those don't work over text right?

Jimin

Are you in your room right now?

You

No

Taehyung

That's a lie

She got home 10 minutes ago

Jimin

Meet you there Taetae!!!

You

I'm locking the door

Taehyung

I'm almost there!

Jimin

Perfect

You

WTF YOU CAN'T COME IN THROUGH HOBI'S ROOM

THAT'S CHEATING

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You

Hobi! There's a sale on Sprite at the grocery store!

Hobi

!!!!

I'm busy all day though :(

You

I already got some for you hehe

Hobi

You're too good to me

I must have done something great in a past life to have you as a friend :')

You

Aw Hobi you're making me blush

Hobi

It's the truth!

You

Oh! Mina accidentally called you Hope instead of Hobi, isn't that so cute?

Hobi

Haha I like it!

You

Now introducing the best dancer in the world

Some call him Jung Hoseok

But the rest of us know him as J-HOOOOOOOPE!!!!

Hobi

Now you're making me blush!!!

You

It fits so well since you bring hope and sunshine into my life

Hobi

[Y/n]! Stop!!!!

You

You don't want to be my hope? :(

Hobi

You know that's not what I meant!

You

All this time I thought we had something special :(

Hobi

Sigh okay…

I'm your hope, and you're my hope

You

J-HOOOOOOOOOPE!

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Yoongi

you up?

You

Min Yoongi you did not just send me a "u up" text

Yoongi

i did

one hand job please

You

I'm starting to regret making that joke

Wait are you seriously asking me to come to the music building at midnight?

Yoongi

nah i'm in my room

You

You know I'm not accepting payment via your "tongue technology" right?

Yoongi

that's too bad

i was going to show you one of my tracks

You

omw

~~~~~

You

Fucj Mina he'a so hot omg

akfjlfj

Mina

Which one are we talking about right now?

You

YONGU

HE RAPS

ADN HES GOOD

FUUCCCKKKJJKKJ

Mina

Wait are you drunk?

You

I coldnt hmdle the turth sober dont judg me

Mina

You're a huge dweeb and I love you

~~~~~

You

Hey Namjoon!

I've got a rough draft for my linguistics final done

Would you mind looking at it when you get a chance?

Namjoon

Sure thing!

Though knowing you it will be great already

You

Haha thanks but it's a rough draft for a reason

Namjoon

Do you have any more papers coming up for that art history class?

More than happy to look through those too

You

Lol well

The final for that one is a group project!

So no papers left this year

Namjoon

That's too bad, I really enjoyed the one you showed me!

You

I am so glad I can't see your dimples over text

Namjoon

Huh?

What do you mean?

You

Nevermind

Anyway I'll email you the paper later!

Thanks Namjoon!

Namjoon

No problem

You know I'm always happy to help

You

Yeah

You're the best :)

I'll make brownies this weekend

Namjoon

This house is blessed

~~~~~

Jackson

Hey, Namjoon!

Namjoon

Jackson! What's up?

Jackson

Not much, just wanted to check in

And thank you for taking good care of my baby sister

Namjoon

Haha she takes care of us too

Jackson

I did want to ask you how she's doing

We talk every week but she's the kind of person to play down any issues she has

I was pretty surprised when she asked me for help that one time, actually

Namjoon

We've noticed that

She does seem fine overall

I think she works too hard

But try telling her to take a break

Jackson

I know exactly what you mean

I'm glad you're looking out for her

I'm sure you two nerds get along well

Namjoon

Yeah it's nice having another art buddy

She actually wrote the coolest paper for her art history class

It was really good

Jackson

?

Namjoon

For the elective she's taking

Jackson

She's not taking any art history classes…

Namjoon

Yeah she is?

Selected Topics in Contemporary Art

Jackson

She is definitely not in that class

Namjoon

That doesn't make any sense

She asked me for help

Jackson

Hm

Namjoon

Her paper was flawless

Even the citations were perfectly formatted

Jackson

Explain

Namjoon

Uhh she told me she was having trouble starting her paper and needed references

And I gave her some texts and pointers

Then offered to proofread her paper

Jackson

Namjoon

Namjoon

?

Jackson

Be honest with me

Namjoon

I'm always honest with you?

Jackson

Are you and my sister… involved?

Namjoon

WHAT

No, of course not!

I would never!

Jackson

Oh so you're saying my sister isn't worthy of your attention?

Namjoon

I feel like there is no good answer here

Jackson

We'll talk when I'm back in the country

Namjoon

Oh come on, dude

Jackson?

Please man

I want children someday

I need my balls

Hello?

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#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

[insuke69]

Miles Morales headcannons cause omg.

(1610 Miles btw)

(1, Ima minor as well and 2, not sexualizing)

Fem reader, fluff things (Miles IS SO BF LIKE MDJDBSVHD

I’ll probably make one of Hobie brown cus I’m so down bad for him too.

THESE ARE EITHER DATING ONES OR JST HIM AS A PERSON (idk)

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He draws tf out of you, like there are millions of drawings in diff styles, as if he tests new markers/pencils in ways of drawing you

He’s always saying ‘fun facts’, even if y’all are actually together already he always says shit like: ‘did you know that ___’ to seem smart and try to impress you with smartness

Wouldn’t per say ‘delay’ having you meet his parents but when you FINALLY do, he would physically tense up if you call his parents by their first name (..don’t do that shit.)

He like spicy food but isn’t a huge fan + hardly has spice immunity, like- hot Cheeto type spice at most (if you’re Mexican he would wanna try more food of your culture and awkwardly ask if normal food like birria was spicy)

His parents don’t let y’all hang out w the door closed and his mom comes in to check in on y’all

Hardly likes energy drinks cuz they’re so FIZZY

Was hella picky as a lil kid but’ll eat anything now

He has a sticker on the Statue of Liberty but is semi-paranoid that that’ll apear on the news and his dad would recognize it

If you have piercings/tattoos he’s hella interested in them, subtle and he wouldn’t ever get one for himself but he loves seeing them on you

Hopeless romantic

I feel like his love language is: acts of services, physical touch and words of affirmation (if he knows your love languages then he would actually get so soft/happy whenever you do one)

had a nightlight, and when he didn’t pack it when he first went to visions he was ‘relieved’ In a way that his roommate studied with the computer screen semi-bright.

If you don’t know he’s Spider-Man he would try to act cool/flex and shi whenever you and ‘Spider-Man’ interacted and Miles would put good word (if that makes sense)

Human embodiment of overthinking. If you text a one word response this mf would zoom across Brooklyn (webbing or something) to your door w flowers thinking you’re mad or sum

He always gives lil things, wether flowers or kisses on the cheek.

Silently admires you, always has his eyes on you. He may not always say lovey-dovey things but he shows how much he cares.

Is SO LOYAL. LIKE- he would deadass always be beside you and would be so awkward if he’s asked out (he’s so polite and I can imagine him trying to be so polite when rejecting some1)

#miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse miles #spiderman #miles spiderman #miles morales headcanons #headcannons #earth 1610 #spider man miles morales

[vulnonapixs-marvel-corner]

Uhh, hi… I have a request.

A chaiflower with gayatri (I forgot the name of their ship) where one of them notices miles has freckles and gushes at how cute they are.

(I really wish I can explain it further but my head is too full… <- I don’t wanna explaining this)

This is so adorable! I love it! Its, sad that i couldn't give it any honor. 😭

I also have another version that plays with the fact that Pavitir hadn't yet seen his face

"Can I see your face?"

Pavitr nearly choked on his spit and stared at his girlfriend in shock, as she leaned into Miles's space.

"I know that you have a secret identity and all, but I'd like to get to know the person who saved my dad. Pav can vouch for me."

They sat on the roof of a construction site, away from the eyes and ears of the world.

Just the three of them, after he had asked for the black-cladded Spiderman's help with dealing with his world's electro.

That little shit was an ashole to deal with and Miles just happened to be immune against any kind of electricity.

Fighting with him had made things a lot easier, even if he still felt as if he was made out of bruises.

Nothing that his healing factor and a few kisses from his girlfriend wouldn't fix and certainly better than the electric burns he would have gotten otherwise.

He let himself fall into her lap and gave his friend a cheerful smile.

"Don't worry about her! She is my woman in the chair and utterly trustworthy."

To make his case clear he nodded, as Gayatri leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his nose.

It made him blush happily, as the pain all but disappeared

Telling her about Spiderman was truly the smartest thing he has done in his entire life.

He could practically feel the other boy roll his eyes at him in a good-natured way.

"I will choose to believe the guy that would destroy the universe for his beautiful girl. Sure~"

He drew the Sure out and it was clear that the boy was smiling as he said it.

Pavitr couldn't help the laugh bubbling from his chest.

"That's rich coming from you Mr. Daddy's boy! "

He truly did deserve the web hitting his face, as both Gayatri and Miles broke into laughter themselves.

It was a miracle that they could joke about what happened.

His Dimension was fine, the spot collapsed into himself, and Mr

Morales got away with a broken leg.

Sure, the HQ was in shambles and everyone was reorganizing and the trust he once held with his friends was broken, but nothing that time wouldn't heal.

It's what he hoped.

Even though he still wakes up from nightmares where he is cradling his beloved's cold body whilst Hobie and Gwen just watch.

Not that this mattered.

"YOU CRULE MONSTER! MY POOR HAIR!"

Their laughter became louder, as cold fingers gently detached the web.

Seems like Miles exhausted himself in the fight after all.

He should probably get him a blanket and some chai.

"Poor you... Everyone is being mean to you. "

He wanted to throw a comment at his friend's head, as his dark brown eyes were captured by honey brown ones.

Miles must have slipped down his mask after blinding him and it made his brain freeze.

It slowly occurred to him that he never really saw the other's face.

"Hey there!"

The other boy had freckles that littered his face like stars and a smile that seemed to shine like the sun.

It was unexpected.

Not that he expected anything at all.

"I hope that I am not all too disappointing!"

#request #asks #chaiflower #chaimodel #chaimodelflower #i think thats the ship name #atsv miles morales #atsv pavitr #atsv Gayatri

[hellcat-138]

🖤Questions for Freya🖤

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them? 🐈‍⬛ *glares* I'm 5'6 and it's technically the average height!

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.) 🐈‍⬛Social Media? Oh! Miles showed me that the other day. It seems to be way more advanced on other Earths. Can't wait for that to happen here... or maybe I should start myself.

Their sexuality? 🐈Wouldn't you like to know *smirks*

Preferred weather? 🐈‍⬛The weather is always shitty in London. The best I've experienced is a cloudy day with a little breeze. I like any weather that's warm.

What’s their sleeping schedule? 🐈‍⬛ What is sleeping? Heh, kidding. I make sure to get at least 6-9 hours of sleep and that's if my "night job" go as planned.

Favorite music? 🐈‍⬛ Ugh, you can't ask me that! I love too many genres! But if I had to pick one, it would be afrobeat, especially instrumental ones.

How’s their cooking? 🐈‍⬛*Smirks* Obviously practice makes "perfect", but I'd put myself at a 8 out of 10.

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick? 🐈‍⬛ If the theater is playing something fun, I do like adventure. But Miles' earth has something called a DVD and you can watch whatever you want at anytime!

How would they hold up in a pillow war? 🐈‍⬛ Easy against anyone, but Bee. He has height and arm reach *mumbles* long bastard.

What’s their sleeping position? 🐈‍⬛ I start off in fetal and wake to my bed a absolute mess.

Who do they go to for comfort? 🐈‍⬛ Before Hobie: My Kitty, Baset! After Hobie: Why not both?

Something small that they enjoy? 🐈‍⬛ My Kitty *smiles* she's my little baby

How do they feel about physical contact by others? 🐈‍⬛I have a list of people that I've mentally gave permission to touch me. If anyone else touches, I get irritated-quickly.

What is enough to bring them to tears? 🐈‍⬛ Getting injures. Despise doing my job constantly, I'm immune to pain.

Biggest pet peeve? 🐈‍⬛ Messiness. If something isn't organized, it irritates the back of my mind until I fix it.

How well do they take care of themselves? 🐈‍⬛ Very well. I have to stay in shape to keep up with my jobs.

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others? 🐈‍⬛My wardrobe varies, so some people would be surprised when I'm dressed as a in bright colors or glittery things.

Do they consider others family? 🐈‍⬛Yes, growing up in a orphanage there are many that I consider family.

Any bad habits that they have? 🐈‍⬛ Unknowningly sucking my claws into something while in deep thought... sorry Hobie.

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation? 🐈‍⬛South Africa!

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are? 🐈‍⬛ Unless I'm in a new place, then I'll ask directions.

The strangest thing they have ever seen? 🐈‍⬛ A spider-vampire hybrid... if ya know, ya know.

How well do they accept advice? 🐈‍⬛ If it's from someone important, I take it into heavy consideration.

How much do they swear? 🐈‍⬛*laughs* This is a joke right?

How do they take advice given to them? 🐈‍⬛ I only take advise into consideration, if I ASKED for it.

Do they like being in pictures? 🐈‍⬛Sweetie, I don't dress like this to NOT be in pictures?!

Is there anything they’re bad at? 🐈‍⬛ Growing up, I made to try a lot of things at least once and I'd I'm pretty good at them, but I'm not perfect. And for the life of me I can't do cornrows on someone's head!

What’s their morning schedule? 🐈‍⬛ Stretches, meditation, wash up, breakfast, and ready go about my day. On off days, I just lazy about.

Any past injuries? 🐈‍⬛ Many. As sleath as I try to be, some jobs require fightin.

Something that disgusts them? 🐈‍⬛ A lot of things, but #1 is Men that take advantage

#black cat #black cat oc #black cat marvel #felicia hardy variant #atsv #hobie brown x oc #hellcat138 #freya harrison

[blu-archer]

hi :) sorry this is so out of the blue, i just wanted to say that i really love your vhopekook au (or should i say taekookseok au? idk what to call it, but the jk/hobi/tae au)!! those fics have really become comfort fics for me <3 i've reread them way too many times now so i was wondering - do you have any headcanons (snz-focused or otherwise) for those three in that au that you'd be willing to share? i'd love to learn more about the characters, and maybe fill in some of the gaps in my knowledge lol for example, do you have any headcanons for hoseok as the sickie? it seems like we've only seen him as a caretaker so far, and i'd love to hear more about him!!

Hi! You're always welcome to ask things, I often feel like I'm not making sense when I write some things because in my head the dots are connected, you know, but I don't know how well that comes across😅.. but I'm so happy that you enjoy the fics🖤

(also random disclaimer of sorts, I could not remember the usual pairing name when I wrote those so I really just labeled things as whatever came to mind first😅😅)

I've been wanting to write about Hoseok for a while now but I cant think of a scenario to put him in🙃 (if anyone has thoughts on that drop it in the asks because my ability to think has dwindled...)

So I don't really know how to write Headcanons but here you go... I tried to be longer with Hoseok since I haven't written anything with him yet... but yeah, I tried to be brief so if you want to know more feel free to ask!

Hoseok

Hobi gives ‘best boy’ caretaker vibes. Always.

I kind of see him as the type that is very capable of looking after himself and knowing his limits but also kind of prefers to deal with it himself.

Like he would wake up one morning and feel a tightness in his chest or the beginnings of a sore throat and he would just type into their little group chat [if he is alone] or roll over in the bed and tell Taekook that he is probably coming down with something but that he’d take some medicine with him to work and not over do it.

And he would just continue his day as he normally would with the adjustments to cater for his health.

He doesn’t really have allergies [or any that he knows of- he might have a bird allergy – but surely everyone is sensitive to feathers.🙃.] and he has a relatively strong immune system. So when he does get sick his boyfriends always want to try to help even though he prefers to cope with it mostly by himself. They find alternatives and loopholes in caring for him that doesn’t break any boundaries that he may put up.

E.g. After a long day at work he would come home to find some cough drops casually set on the coffee table or in his bedside drawer that definitely hadn’t been there that morning. Because he had taken all the cough drops they’d had left with him to work.

And that green blanket his mother had gotten for him years ago that he had packed in the storage cupboard will be draped welcomely over the back of their couch with a closed box of soft, lotion tissues – the ones they usually bought for Jungkook when his allergies were too intense, and he complained about the roughness or uselessness of normal tissues.

He’d wake up smelling like VapoRub that he had no memory of putting on and go to the kitchen to see one of his boyfriends has switched their usual breakfast of ‘coffee and cereal’ with herbal tea and a light broth or chopped up fruits.

He isn’t usually sneezy – or at least not as much as his boyfriends – but he has willingly tried to induce for Tae before, they concluded it a bit too much for him in the end as it would leave him with a frustrating burn in his sinuses that he found uncomfortable – so he just sticks to helping Taehyung play around with Kook.

If sick he’d probably be a bit wary of too much physical contact with Taekook, since they both tend to get sick easier, but they always end up coaxing him closer to them by the end of the day– especially if he was feeling worse than usual.

He’s more prone to getting a mild flu once or twice a year than getting the usual colds that the other two often bring into their home and it doesn’t really affect his daily activities that much [unless he is forcing himself to work while very ill] – rather his symptoms are more prominent at night or the early morning and often leaves him without much sleep or hoarse from how his coughing or sneezing may have damaged his throat in the night.

His sneezes are harsh on his throat so if his sinuses are being unusually bothersome the chances of his throat hurting or him losing his voice are high – which is when he eventually has to make the decision to call off of work since he wouldn’t be able to teach properly.

It is only on the occurrence that he feels sick to the point of nausea or high fevers that he seeks out the direct attention of his boyfriends – feeling too bad to physically care for himself properly and needing to rest beside someone warm that will gently rub his back or stomach until he falls asleep.

But he generally tends to fall into the role of caretaker purely because he is the least to get sick and because he is the most observant. He notices small characteristic changes easily in the people he spends time with and therefore is quick to respond to those changes however he has learnt is best.

 

Taehyung

·         Often picks up colds that spiral badly from him making rash or impulsive decisions with his health. Although he was a lot rasher when he was younger and didn’t have the best control and understanding of his magic – now he thinks a bit more clearly but is still prone to emotional decision making.

·         He hates to be alone when he isn’t feeling well as it brings up bad / lonely memories of when he was a child and had to be completely isolated or heavily medicated when sick – so he tends to gravitate to any of his close friends for comfort and is especially clingy with hopekook.

·         He is quite vocal when unwell, if not to complain about being sick and what he’s feeling, then just to make sure that people know that he wants them to stay close to him. Attention and presence is pretty important to him as a form of care.

·         While it is not blatantly obvious, and he doesn’t often act on it, he does have the slightest of a sneeze fetish – although he has only ever explored or entertained the idea with Jungkook [and once with hobi].

·         The man is loud [obviously] but I like to think allergy sneezes are a lot quieter and more irritating for him.

·         He’s pretty sneezy even without being sick. While he’s never had it properly confirmed, he is convinced that he is allergic to dust and at the very least – half of Namjoon’s inane plant-baby collection that he hoards in the basement [read: dungeons- they’re torturing enough to be classified as such] of their store.

·         A lot of the time he tries to work when unwell but gets sent home as a health and safety hazard [less contamination purposes, more Yoongi being concerned about whether their store will survive any random magic outbursts on top of general clumsiness]

·         Overall, just give him some love and attention and he’s happy.

 

 

Jungkook

Much like Tae, his immune system isn’t the greatest, but additionally his heightened senses does make him a bit more sensitive to scents. [Which work both for and against him depending on the situation.]

He is a bit more reserved when speaking about feeling sick to others but also tends to crave attention from those close to him.  It took a while for him to be able to open up about when he is vulnerable with either of his boyfriends since he tends to become a bit more submissive, but eventually he grew to trust them both to feel safe with them in any state.  

With allergies he is more forthcoming with admitting that he doesn’t feel great, but usually still keeps information to himself about being sick until someone else figures it out or he physically can’t go without telling anyone.

He also tends to dabble with the idea of a sneeze fetish, but again, specifically with Taehyung and Hobi.

He does have to deal with rhinitis which often leaves him feeling unwell and irritated because of his allergies. Which can leave him a bit snappy depending on how bad he feels and unfortunately the attitude usually falls on his boyfriends and friends, but they don’t hold it against him.

His sneezes are often done with hitching and a lot of false starts, and he never seems to carry any medication for himself [specific to hybrids] unless it is put in his bag by someone else – but he usually is carrying stuff that would be helpful to others.

He can be quite possessive when it comes to scents, since he's so sensitive to them. He doesn't really like when there are too many unfamiliar scents hanging around his home and often scents his boyfriends to get rid of whatever "outdoor" smells cling to them after their days out. 

He tends to get stressed out easily about school which puts a lot of strain on him so he is often suffering from random headaches or migraines. The scent of lavender or peppermint in the air helps to relieve the pain, so when either Tae or Hobi get home they are immediately alerted what is wrong and are able to quietly and gently help him where they can.

#anon asks #snz #alternate universe #witch taehyung #bunny hybrid jungkook #human hoseok #answered #bts snz #headcanon #i tried

[whysojiminimnida]

The whiplash in the last 5 minutes! So happy to see Jimin and then my brain went "who took that picture of jihope?" to squealing seeing Jimin post a selfie to seeing the news about Tae! Just put them in bubble wrap PLEASE!

I KNOW RIGHT??? OH MY GODS OUR BABIES WHAT THE HELL UNIVERSE

We got this

And then this

And then this

Really, Hobi? *cough* JUST KIDDING??? And then this

All in under ten minutes it seemed like and MY BRAIN 🧠 IS MELTING

I honestly am so glad capslock is cruise control for cool BECAUSE I AM JUST SCREAMING OVER HERE LIKE y'all, I don't even know how to begin processing all this information. ISTG if someone else comes up positive.

And Lord help the entire fandom if it's Jungkook because you can only imagine the riots that will descend upon us, it'll be the Ten Plagues of Taekook and they will be so damn HAPPY if he gets sick EVEN THOUGH BIGHIT DONE TOLD US THEY WERE ALL TOGETHER it will not matter.

I am manifesting health and wellness and a sturdy AF immune system for all the guys at this point. Also a jikook selfie would not go amiss but I am not out here tempting the universe on today because we might end up with an asteroid collision or some shit.

#nice anon #thanks nice anon #truth #bts #jimin #jimin packs #there's always a hobi #wtf goes on #today is today apparently #whoa damn

[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: Chapter 4

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, restrictions/COVID

Type: Hybrid/Yandere/Romance/Fluff/Angst

Authors Note: Hey~ again, so sorry I took so longI apologise! I hope you guys enjoy. As usual, I’d you’d like to be tagged for future updates, DM or comment 🥰

“As cases continue to rise officials have announced as of 12am tonight a nationwide lockdown will be enforced.” 

Six pairs of eyes were glued to the large screen, most of them worried-- yours however only showed off pure irritation. 

“-- in order to minimise rising case numbers President Moon announced a country wide travel ban. Non Korean residents will have paid flights back to their home country, Korean residents outside the country will not be let back in until further notice--” 

Your stomach plummeted. You're stuck here for as long as your brother is stuck in the Netherlands.. 

“Y/N?” 

You could hear the men around you calling out to you, but it sounded muffled, like your head was under water. 

The five men around you were panicking at your frozen state, you were like a statue-- even Jeongguk was unable to hide his worry.

Taehyung was sitting by your feet whining, his arms wrapped around his own torso. He had tried to hug your legs, wanting to provide some comfort to your shaking form but Namjoon had nudged him away, sending a warning look before crouching by your side and trying to pull your attention back. 

“Y/N, you need to breathe--relax.” He cooed, his hands balled into fists on his thighs. It was taking all his energy to not reach out and touch you, to hold you and promise everything was okay. “Jay will be fine, he’s safe with Mila.” 

Unfortunately, the boy's sweet attempts to console you only made you feel worse. They didn’t know you were panicking about being here longer. They thought you were worried for your brother's safety. 

But you were only worried about your own.

“Y/N, do you think I could come to the store with you?” Seokjin’s voice asked shyly, his hands tightly gripping one another. “I just thought since I know the boys well— and my ah, physical differences are easier to hide—“  

You raised an eyebrow, smirking at the babbling hybrid. You had grown much more confident with the polar bear hybrid, and even a few of the others thanks to being locked in 24/7. You had still yet to meet Hoseok and Yoongi, and Jeongguk was more than happy to keep as much distance from you as humanly possible, but otherwise, you were somewhat comfortable in your surroundings for once. 

The few occasions you were able to leave the house was to get groceries and other essentials, but otherwise being caught out of the house without solid reasoning would land you a hefty fine and you weren’t exactly financially stable enough to pay thousands of dollars. 

Your brother had been in contact with you, making sure the boys were all doing fine and that you were coping with the news and long term adjustment. He had been supplying you money, and you weren’t sure where he was getting it from. His clinic had been shut since he left the country so it wasn’t from there, but you were too deep in your self pity to question it.  

“Sure, I don’t see why no—“ 

“No fair. If Jin Hyung can go out I wanna too!” Taehyung whined, appearing from thin air. His dark hair hung over his eyes, still dripping from his shower. 

“Your tail is too noticeable.” Jin shrugged, wrapping a long arm over your tiny shoulders. 

The brunette glared at the blond, stomping over to pull you away. Lightly grabbing the pocket of your white hoodie and tugging you into his chest. You wriggled, trying to pull out of his grip but it only seemed to make it tighten. 

“You’re always selfish with her!” The younger complained, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

A dramatic groan came from behind you as Jin, no doubtedly, rolled his eyes at the monkey's words. “I can’t help it if I’m her favourite.” 

Taehyung stiffened. You could feel him grinding his teeth, the sound of his teeth dragging made you feel nauseous. 

“She doesn’t have favourites.” Namjoon cut in, carefully pulling you out of the monkey's arms and wrapping his own around your shoulder. “And Jin Hyung is right, your tail is too noticeable.” 

Taehyung’s wide eyes narrowed, his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re the only one who can’t keep it still!” He argued. 

Namjoon’s face flushed pink, his jaw jutting out. It was true. Like animals, hybrids often displayed their emotions and moods through tail movements, and while the others had passed with flying colours in emotional control, Namjoon had always struggled. 

“Be that as it may, we can’t risk it. Hyung will go with Y/N and help pick out foods best suited to each of us.” He said sternly, sounding confident despite the pink tinge to his round cheeks. 

You smiled apologetically at the monkey hybrid. He was clearly biting his tongue, arms tightly crossed and eyes squinting. 

“Fine. But when you get back Y/Nie is playing with me.” 

Grocery shopping had always been easy. You only had yourself to think of, but now you had seven others depending on you. You weren’t sure about allergies, or even just what everyone liked and disliked. 

You still needed to get around to those files… 

Thankfully your brother had left behind a card for shopping, knowing your pathetic bank account would ever be able to handle more than one shop. 

With Seokjin leaning on the handles of the shopping cart he directed you where to go, what to grab all while letting you browse and pick out your own snacks. 

“Yoongi and Hobi will be joining us tonight, I’ll need to get more meat. Yoongi practically inhales it.” The hybrid sighed, voicing his thoughts aloud. 

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly at the sight of Seokjin. He was dressed comfortably, washed out blue jeans, a white sweater and a red cap. Round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he read over packaging, his plump lips pouting as he considered every item. 

“Do you think we could get lamb, Y/N?” He piqued up, dropping three packets of snacks into the cart before waddling to catch up to you. 

“I don’t see why not, it’s my brothers card after all.” You shrugged, grinning. You held back a laugh as his cheeks turned pink, attempting to hide the bright colour he rushed forward to avoid your gaze. 

You had noticed the boys were all easily flustered, you found it funny. Sometimes Jimin or Jin tried to say something flirty, and when you countered back the two turned red and made excuses to run away. Sometimes you just had to talk to them and their faces would turn redder than an apple. 

Taehyung was a little more difficult, most of the time he was rather clueless with what he said, or at least that’s how he played it off to be. 

Namjoon just didn’t try. He just preferred to leave cute gifts for you on your bed; Flowers he had grown that were in season, fruits and clumsily made origami. 

Jeongguk completely avoided you, and Taehyung the little asshole, made sure to tell you the youngest hybrid liked you, telling you how the youngest was always staring at you or asking his brothers about what you were doing. 

“The look that the cashier gave you was so rude!” Seokjin huffed, closing the passenger door. 

You rolled your eyes, starting the car. You didn’t blame the poor girl, you had bought so much food it caused a huge back up, the line running down the isles . You couldn’t even look at the cashier, too embarrassed. 

The car ride was pretty quiet, the only sounds were Seokjin humming along to the radio and the crinkling from the candy packet. He seemed to be deep in thought, and as much as you wanted to ask what was on his mind you forced your mouth to stay shut. 

Sure, you were somewhat comfortable around him and you assumed he was comfortable around you, but you knew that there wasn’t any friendship foundation, you had no right to pick around his brain— no matter how intrigued you were. 

So you stayed silent, while the hybrid beside you happily chewed away at the gummy bears he had begged for. 

As your brother’s neighbourhood approached, Seokjin finally decided to talk. He wriggled around until he was angled enough to look over your smaller body. 

He thought you were pretty. Very pretty.

The way you smelt was enchanting, always leaving him dizzy and fumbling for words, just like now. 

He felt like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing, eyebrows pulled together in frustration as he tried to spit out words, any words. Just something so he didn’t look like an idiot for another second. 

“Don’t freak out.” 

When your head shot over, a crack sounding from the joints making him cringe, he wanted to melt into his seat. He felt his neck and cheeks turn red, an awkward laugh forced passed his lips. 

“Sorry— sorry. I just meant, don’t let Yoongi make you feel uncomfortable.” He clarified, mentally kicking his abrupt outburst. When you raised an eyebrow he took it as a signal to continue. 

“Yoongi can be stiff?” He paused, considering his words. “He can be two ways, blunt and sort of arrogant— which he isn’t I promise!” 

“Or, he’s cocky and imposing. He’ll try to push your buttons, find out what makes you uncomfortable or mad.” He explained, clicking his tongue as he thought. “But don’t worry, Hoseok and Namjoon keep him in line.” 

When the car fell silent Seokjin felt his veins turn to ice. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or scared. He’d leave yoongi out in the cages before he allowed that. 

“I grew up with Jay, I’m immune to annoying boys.” 

The smile on your lips, although forced, relaxed him slightly. You really seemed to be trying, even if it wasn’t for them and more so for your brother, he appreciated it. It made his insides feel like marshmallows. 

He watched your fingers tap on the grip of the steering wheel, your lips sucked in thin between your teeth as you thought. A cute habit of yours Jin had picked up on almost instantly. 

“I’ll be next to you, I won’t leave your side!” He promised, a hand over his heart and the other up in the air. “Scouts honour— and I can say that.” 

The proud grin on his plush lips made you break out into a small smile of your own. 

“And the other boy?” 

Seokjin dropped a red candy into his mouth, chewing twice before speaking. “Hoseok?” He looked to you for confirmation, seeing your curt nod he continued. 

“Hobi is playful, he gets along well with the younger boys. He can be a bit much, he’s loud. But he’s a good guy, you don’t have to worry about him.” 

“Hoseok— oh for Christ’s sake! Get off! All of you out, they’ll be back any minute now!” 

Namjoon’s scolding voice could be heard throughout the entire house, not that it mattered. Everyone was gathered in the one tiny space. 

The tiny office space that had been converted into a makeshift bedroom was bursting at its seams with the six men all huddled in. 

The youngest three, Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin had snuck in to play on the PC’s while you were missing. Jimin hadn’t been interested in playing, so instead he took the chance to snoop through your belongings. 

Hoseok, lonely after a week of separation, found his brothers quickly. But his original mission, finding the maknaes, was abandoned the moment your scented room hit his senses. Your perfume and natural musk stuck to everything in the room, almost as if you had lived in the space your whole life. 

It was mouth watering. 

Ignoring Jimin, who watched the bigger hybrid worriedly, Hoseok joined in the snooping. Mostly just looking through books and sniffing sweaters before getting bored and collapsing onto the fold out bed, an excited laugh filling the quiet room as he rolled over the unmade sheets. 

It didn’t take long for Hoseok and Jimin arguing over the small bed to wake up Yoongi. But unfortunately he got to the mess a little late, arriving just as Namjoon did. The younger boy practically tore out his hair as he tried to remove his pack from the room. 

Failing, obviously. 

The situation was quite funny to the sleepy hybrid. Yoongi’s snickering was infuriating the Wolf hybrid further, his anger and panic almost over powering the soft feminine smell that you had left behind. 

“— Jeongguk you know you aren’t supposed to be in here! Taehyung, you’re supposed to be making sure he doesn’t cause trouble, not helping!” Namjoon groaned, head in palms. 

The youngest two barely looked away from the screens, their eyes only momentarily flickering over to Namjoon. So instead Jimin piped up, stepping out from behind the much taller hybrid. 

“We just thought since she was gone we could take advantage—“

“You thought it would be okay to sneak through someone’s personal belongings!?” 

The fox hybrid turned bright pink, his ears flattening to the top of his head. Guilt flooded his features as he practically dislocated his fingers behind his back. 

“That wasn’t my intention—“ 

Their leader was livid, and not even for being disobeyed. He was familiar with the feeling— jealousy. They all smelt like you, and now your room smelt of them. 

You smelt like someone other than him— and to make it worse, your musk had been mixed with multiple other male hybrids. It made his stomach churn. 

“Your intentions don’t matter anymore.” He snapped, pointing to the door where Yoongi rested. “Out, all of you.” 

Not a single person made an effort to move, all five pairs of eyes locked on their leader almost as if they were daring him to try and remove the group. The whole situation was amusing to Yoongi who still hadn’t said a word to his brothers, just watched everything as he usually did. 

But the sound of your tires crunching on the gravel driveway sent the boys flying for the front door before an argument could breakout, much to his disappointment. 

Yoongi and Jeongguk were the only two that waited in the living room, not reacting to your arrival with enthusiasm. 

“Y/N! You’re home!” Taehyung cheered, running out the front door, ignoring the stinging pain of the sharp rocks stabbing into his bare feet. 

Before the monkey hybrid could pull you into his body for a hug he was yanked to a halt by Jin. 

“Help with the bags first.” He scolded, shoving the heavier bags into the younger boy's arms. 

Whining Taehyung obeyed, his knuckles turning white as he practically ran to dump the bags in the kitchen. Namjoon and Jimin followed in Taehyung's direction, arms full with heavy bags until everything was unpacked. 

 It was after everything was put away where it needed to be that Taehyung engulfed you in his arms, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. He was breathing in so heavily you felt like the boy was about to inhale your skin. 

“You were gone for so long--” He paused, his arms tightening on you as he shuffled around. Your back was now facing everyone so Taehyung could glare at his elder. “You hogged her on purpose!” 

Seokjin groaned, the younger boy's accusation not even bothering him. He knew his brothers had grown attached to their temporary carer. He was however beginning to worry that everyone was experiencing the same feelings. Your original four weeks of house sitting was officially up tomorrow, and he felt selfish knowing you were stuck here until the government decided otherwise, and not only their government but the Netherlands too. 

He had been so excited the moment he heard you step out the car. The moment your car tires had stopped crunching on gravel and your door swung open the strong scent of Spring hit him-- despite it being WInter. You smelt fresh, like flowers and pollen, and yet sweet like sugar. You smelt perfect. 

The first time he saw you, the night you come out with their meals he almost dropped to his knees to worship you. Long (H/C), wavy hair hung down your back, messy and slightly knotted from your hands attacking it. Your glasses were dangerously low on your nose as you struggled to drag the chunk of elk meat across the ground. Your lips were pouted, but he could tell that even if you weren’t sulking they would look nearly the same. You were pretty like a doll. Small, petite shoulders and rounded hips and plush thighs he dreamed of falling asleep on. 

You were perfect, and his. 

Until he realised, maybe you weren’t just for him. 

#bts fanfic #bts fic #BTS Our Own World #Our Own World #Chapter 4 #Poly BTS #bts ot7 #ot7xreader #btsxreader #hybrid bts #hybrid yandere #yoongi #jungkook #taehyung #hoseok #jimin #namjoon #jin #yandere bts #Our Own World Chapter 4

[sakkkurra]

Don’t leave me Pt.3

Pairing : yan!BTS x reader

A/N: Hi! So finally I am here with new chapter, sorry that it took so long. I hope you all are doing great. Finally the situation here is getting better with Covid-19 and I send prayers to India- hang on there! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also reminder that this story is pure fiction and does not this display BTS's real behaviour or characters. This behaviour is toxic and dangerous in real life. Stay safe!

Warnings: angst, NONCON , yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, language

Preview : " Since birth, you could see creatures from other realms. It was your special gift and you were quite thankful for it. But one fateful meeting with seven fallen angels makes you wish you weren’t born special. After all if it wasn’t for your so called gift, you wouldn’t have been in the clutches of monsters with no way out."

-part1- -part2- -part3-

"You don’t gotta worry about a thing nah not a thang."

Yeah right, you thought sarcastically. How stupid of you to think that you will be safe with them. That they will protect you from all the bad things in world. But you always felt secure with Hoseok. He always seemed like the mighty protector. Oh but how wrong you were. Because now, looking at him you can finally see that he is anything but it."Hi my beautiful dove. I guess your little escape plan failed hm?" you hear him say. You look him in eyes and hope that he will burn."Oh come on, don’t give me that look Y/N. It’s not my fault that you weren’t able to succeed. But what did you expect, hm? After all, you are so weak" he says with mocking tone and you know he is trying to provoke you. But damn he is doing a great work. If it weren’t for Taehyung's hand on your waist holding you down you would have already tried strike him."Fuck you!" you spit at him but he only scoffs."Oh? I thought that’s your job dove" he says and smirks. You hear others let out a small laugh. How you wish you could punch all of them in the face. "What are we gonna do with her hyung? After all she broke the rule and tried to leave us here all alone" Jungkook says while he is standing up from his comfortable seat and walks closer to you. You are always taken aback by his huge form when it’s in contrast with his baby face. He stops few inches before you and looks deeply into your eyes. As always, they are breathtakingly beautiful."Let me see Kook" Hoseok says and comes closer to you as well. He grabs your chin between his fingers and looks at your face. "Our Y/N was very selfish and did a very bad thing. I think I have the right thing in the store that will teach such a bad girl the a lesson" he smiles at you sweetly but you know better that behind this sweet smile lays brutal monster. You gulp down and pray for whatever force to save you from them.

-past-

All seven of us are walking towards the closest church that I could think of. Taehyung or Tae, as he told me to call him, stayed home because of his wounds. The walk was filled with small talk about me and my life."There is nothing special" I've told them but Namjoon kept telling me that it’s no trivial thing for them. To be honest it felt nice for once to be centre of attention. "So you could see creatures since you were born?"Jimin asked me. I nod and see that we are finally near church."So what do you need to do inside the church?" I ask them as we enter."Just some things that we angels need for survival here down on Earth" Hoseok answers and all six of them gather around altar. They start pushing it away and I watch them from above. I didn’t know that angels need "survival packs" to stay down here. As they moved the altar I saw that there was hole under it. Jungkook jumped down into hole and soon Jimin with Yoongi followed."Can I help with something?" I asked them because I wanted to be useful."Just watch the door darling and let us know if someone was coming" said Jin with charming smile and I mumble small okay and get to work. Soon all of them are inside the hole. It must be some kind of catacombs down there I thought. I don’t know how long I was on my watch waiting for them but I was starting to get really bored. Seeing that streets are empty and nobody was coming I've decided that I will take a closer look. And as I thought it was really catacombs. I couldn’t see much of it since it was dark but there were old rusty stairs leading down to the dark."Guys are you ok?" I shout but there is no reply. Suddenly I am very nervous. I mean what if something happened to them. Or they got lost? I take out my phone from my pocket and turn the light on. I will just go down and check if everything is all right I tell myself and start walking down the stairs. It was really chilly and damp down there. I was thankful for the little light that I’ve got but it wasn’t much. I was walking trough the old passageway. At the end of it was crossroad with four different gates."Guys hello. Are you there?" I shout but the only reply is my echo followed by thick silence. I feel shivers run down my spine. I didn’t feel comfortable there so I've decided to go back. But as I turned back there was wall before me. I have been staring at the wall for about one minute. I have seen enough horror movies to know where this leads so yes, I've panicked a little. I started running towards the gate that was on the right side. I know that it wasn’t right to do something in this state but I couldn’t help it. I don’t know how long I was running when suddenly I felt that the ground under me started moving and falling apart. I shrieked when I've felt that my feet lost contact with ground and I started falling into the deep darkness. That’s it I am gonna die I thought and kept screaming. I squeezed my eyes waiting to hit ground when I've felt someone arms around me. I opened my eyes in shock but I couldn’t see who was holding me and pressing me to his chest due to dark. I had lost my phone during the fall so I couldn’t light on him. All I knew was that we still weren’t on the ground. It felt like we were flying. Suddenly there was bright light and I needed to shut my eyes because it was hurting them."Shh it’s okay Y/N. Everything is okay, you are safe" said voice that I knew. It was Hoseok's voice. I've opened my eyes and realised that we are back in church. We were back on the ground in each others embrace. "What were you doing down there Y/N, hm? It was no place for you. If it wasn’t for me you would still be falling like a little fragile dove. Oh, that’s what I will call you. My sweet vulnerable dove" he says while he is caressing my head."I-I was just looking for you guys because you were down there for a l-long time so I thought that something happened and the next t-thing I knew was that I-I was falling and"I wanted to continue but I broke into sobs and couldn’t keep talking. Hoseok stayed with me until I calmed down. Even after that he didn’t pull

away from me which felt really nice. It felt so safe and right to be in his arms."We were so worried for you Y/N. When we came back you weren’t there so all of us went looking for you. Good thing that I've founded you or else...Ah, I don’t even wanna think about it dove"he says and pulls me closer. I seriously don’t know what happened down there but for now I will leave it be."Thank you for saving me Hobi" I whisper to him."Hobi?"he says with amused tone. "Yes can I call you like that?I like it more than Hoseok" I say with smile on my lips. Hobi looks down at me and smiles too."Sure thing, dove. I love it. As for what happened down there" he says with worried tone" you really didn’t need to go there. Looking and worrying about us. Huh you are really weird girl Y/N. You don’t need to worry about us. If anything Y/N, I will be the one protecting you. You don’t need to worry dove, I will always keep you safe from everyone and everything." I nod and snuggle closer to him. How lucky I am to have met them I thought.

-back to present-

You slowly open your eyes and look around your surroundings. Ah, back in the old familiar room you thought bitterly. You hated this room. After all, it’s where they always kept you locked. "Your room"as they put it ,was a fancy chamber with one big king sized bed in the middle.If it weren’t for the library that Namjoon let you have you would have gone insane. But now you had bigger problems to deal with than being locked in this room. They really didn’t spare you with punishment this time. Especially Hoseok took enjoyment in it. The first part where they were striking you with little electric shocks that was coming from their hands was bearable. You didn’t even scream or cry. You grew immune to this by now. But than they did something much worse. They filled your mind with memories, happy memories with your mom and Zira. It was cruel reminder how much you had then and weren’t thankful enough for it. How much freedom you had. That broke you. You really felt like dying. The physical pain was bad, yes, but the mental pain was truly killing you. You wanted to stay strong you really did. But maybe Hoseok was right. You were weak. Speaking of the devil you heard yours door open and someone sitting on the bed next to you. You didn’t need to look up who it was you knew it is Hoseok. He always came visit you after punishment because he enjoyed to see you so helpless and broken. What a sadistic prick you thought. He started"Dove when will you learn? Running away from us and trying to leave us. Come on Y/N, you know that’s not happening. Why don’t you try and be good for us hm? For me? So I don’t have to hurt you. You know I only want the best for you dove" he says and starts caressing your left thigh. Yeah right you didn’t look like you minded hurting me back then you though but you don’t have enough power to say it. You lay down there for a while and the room is filled only with your heavy breathing. Suddenly you feel him laying down next to you. He puts his hand around you and pulls you closer. Hoseok puts his head on the crook of your neck and inhales your scent."You know dove, everything can be so much easier if you just stopped fighting us. It would be like old good times. You and seven of us. So stop this stupid rebellion and let us love you. Stop trying to leave us." Silent tears are streaming down your face."No"is the only thing you say to him. You feel his body stiffen and hear low chuckle." So it will be no huh? Good Y/N. Because it gives me purpose. You see I was always the one that only brought pain to others.I was nothing more than beast that enjoyed tearing others apart And I know that I bring pain to you too dove. But trust me for once, it’s for good purpose. You don’t need to see it just accept it. Because trough this pain I will keep you safe here with us. So in the end I want to say thank you Y/N" he says and puts small kiss on your neck. And soon the kiss is followed by his hands roaming around your body. Then you feel his hungry lips on yours . You lay still as he undresses both of you. You lay still as you are watching him above you while he is pounding inside you. You look at the small drops of sweat that are forming on his forehead. I didn’t know that angels can sweat you think. But it makes you happy. It gives you hope. Because if they can sweat they can bleed. And if they can bleed they can die. And if they can die you can be free once more. Just endure it Y/N you tell yourself. Because soon you will be back on your feet ready to strike again. So you lay there without moving letting him ruin you. Huh Hoseok the angel of pain and suffering indeed is what you think just before you black out.

#yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere namjoon #yandere jungkook #yandere #bts yandere

[ofherlionheart]

Oh god i feel like I'm hard-pressed to name a single celebrity rn so how about i go total chaos factor and ask you to not only rate the BTS boys according to the ask game, but then rank them?

hahahahahahahha babe you chose chaos and VIOLENCE and i love that for u

hobi, gorgeous. yes he looks like a horse but i am a vibes-first woman and the persona he presents to the public is aligning w/ my personal frequencies. i don’t understand how dancing works but i think i have a handle on joy and that’s what he seems to ooze when he performs. cypher 4 + UGH! + ddaeng + blood sweat and tears + dope where are u AT

jimin, gorgeous. i am not immune to whatever this man has going on. they’re all technobitches to an extent but the ways in which this guy leverages his potentia gaudendi? off the charts, and who knows how (un)intentional that is. i want to study it like a bug. also, a unit?? not in a thor-the-powerlifter way but in a That Man Sure Has Mass and Density way. black swan choreo lives in my head rent-free

suga, adorable. it’s objectively hilarious when ppl are like 🥺 smol 🥺 lil meow meow 🥺 b/c he’s taller than the average south korean man lmfao. i am quite satisfied by a good eyebrow and i like his. i wonder if he gets them threaded or plucked. also yes extremely musically talented, moonlight has been in my top 50 songs for almost a year now. i think abt ‘if you’re worried you’re gonna crash, accelerate even harder, idiot’ all the time

rm, pretty. when he was stomping around nyc a few months ago he was litcherally in my old neighorhood and i was like, i wonder if the auntie at my old laundromat saw him. i love how basic his ig is. you go king! serve us sadboi art ho! if u had a hinge i bet i’d be laughing my ass off at your prompts, screenshot them to send to friends, and then say no to ur profile without a second thought

jk, not my type. i laugh at the lip piercing every day. speaking of lips, he doesn’t have enuf. congrats on the pandemic gains tho i guess

jin, alright. throwback to when i used to be into shoulders i guess? idk he’s objectively quite handsome he also just doesn’t do it for me

v, not my type. sometimes people look so good i immediately distrust them and they shoot right back around to being v unattractive to me personally

let's play how hot is that celebrity: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

#ask game #let me be explicitly clear: i don't wish to know any of these men carnally #i firmly believe (b/c it's funny af) that all celebrities are bad at canoodling n boinking #(alie ward backed me up in the kissing ep of ologies) #like. who's gonna be smooching jjk and go uhhh i think your technique is off bro #who's gonna be boinking hstyles or timmy chamomile and go uhhh sir ur stroke game is weak have u even heard of a gspot #yes my friends have yelled at me for swiping left on dating app profiles b/c they were 'too hot' #i bet small objects of very little mass feel a gravitational pull from jimin's thighs #i want those kind of thighs 😭 #as an eldest sister with a baby brother who keeps accidentally going on dates w/ youngest brothers … i see a maknae and i go 🙅‍♀️ nope #i was hooking up w/ a 5'3 man for a bit and now i have a superiority complex over women who are like 'omg my 5'8 parasocial crush is smol' #'support short kings' #ma'am he's average at best #talk to me when you've had proper shawty dick #rena babes i cannot fckn believe how much thought i put into this #i brought it up when FTing a friend #her top 3 are jin jk and suga but specifically 2018/9 jk

[rynnrose]

CASTLETON [PART FOURTEEN]

You honestly can’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Sure, it was nice to see your friends at the end of the summer, and you’d even been looking forward to attending your last Welcoming Feast, but none of those things could compare to this. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten to focus on anything other than war and destruction that you’ve almost forgotten the rush of adrenaline that overwhelms you before every game. After a year of little more than pain, suffering, and quite literally fighting for your life, you welcome the sensation with open arms.

The match isn’t set to start for another ten minutes, and already you can hear the chanting in the stands. Nearly every student in the school has come out to see you play, if Hooch is to be believed, and you can’t wait to give them a show. The first Quidditch game of the year is always an ordeal, particularly whenever your house is involved. Part of you wishes that you’d been pitted against Gryffindor — they always give you a run for your money, though you’d rather die than tell them that — but given the hostility between the snakes and lions, you suppose competing against them would only make things worse. Still, you hope things calm down soon; you owe Ginny and Jungkook a good game.

You didn’t realize how much you’d missed this until you started practicing again. It was easy to get lost in the drama at Hogwarts, particularly in the past few years. Even you and your friends weren’t immune, no matter how badly you tried to stay out of the conflict. Between Harry and the DA and Umbridge and Voldy, there’s been precious little time to focus on the things you actually love — and by god, how you love Quidditch.

It’s been five years since you joined the team, and you still get butterflies every time you step out onto the pitch. Growing up among Muggles obviously hadn’t given you much opportunity to familiarize yourself with broom riding, but you’d fallen head over heels for it the moment you walked into your first flying class. It was the only subject you’d never struggled in, simply because it came so naturally to you. Hooch singled you out as a potential player as soon as she saw you take to the sky. The majority of your first year was spent cooped up in the library reading about rules and regulations, famous players, and even the origins of the sport. You were obsessed with the idea of being on the team. Naturally, when you were accepted second year, you were overjoyed.

It was your enthusiasm for the game that got Hobi and Yoongi involved. They’d spent so much time listening to you rant about it that they finally caved in and decided to try out third year — and funnily enough, discovered that they had quite the knack for it as well. None of you were particularly sporty, but you excelled where Quidditch was concerned. You and Hobi were Slytherin’s star Beaters, quicker than lightning when it came to keeping the Bludgers off of your team (and knocking them towards the rival players). Yoongi fit quite nicely into the Seeker position, what with his lithe frame and keen eyes. The three of you were the most skilled players on the team by the time fifth year rolled around; perhaps you’re a bit biased, but you’d wager that you’re the best in the entire school.

Being promoted to captain came as a bit of a shock, but you like to think you’ve done rather well in the time since you were given the position. Your teammates have never performed better, and though you’re all absolutely exhausted when practice ends, you know that you stand one hell of a chance of winning the cup this year. As much as they like to tease you, Hobi and Yoongi have attributed their improvement to you over and over again, citing your patience and determination as the driving force behind the entire team. You’ll never admit it, but their praise is perhaps the only thing that has kept you sane since the promotion.

Well...perhaps not the only thing.

You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from combing the stands for Taehyung as you made your way to the locker room. As much as you’ve tried to brush off your excitement, you can’t help but grin at the thought of him watching you play. Something about that boy — and you’re no closer to figuring it out now than you were the day you met him — gets you flustered like no one else in the world. Fortunately, you’re quite certain you have the same effect on him.

You haven’t spoken a word of this to your friends, of course; they’ve done a good enough job of teasing you on their own without adding fuel to the fire. They have the best of intentions (you think), but not a day has gone by since you met Taehyung wherein they haven’t taunted you mercilessly over the blue-haired boy. It’s the first time your love life has ever been a topic of conversation among your group, and while you used to hate that no one had ever seriously caught your interest, you’re suddenly grateful that you never had to put up with this before. One more smirk from Hobi and you’re quite certain you’re going to punch him in the jaw.

It seems a bit hypocritical of him to tease you about your “boyfriend” when you still know next to nothing about his own. All he’s told you is the basics, insignificant details that could apply to about three hundred guys in your year: brown hair, brown eyes, bright smile, glasses. You have your suspicions, of course — you’re nothing if not perceptive — but without any confirmation from him, you’re left to fumble in the dark trying to connect the dots. For all your complaining, though, you understand why he’s kept it under wraps. Anyone caught fraternizing with a Slytherin right now is just asking for trouble; he doesn’t want his lover anywhere near the whole situation, and you suppose you can understand that.

Still, you can’t stop yourself from taunting him when he strolls over and leans against the locker at your side.

“Is your secret boyfriend gonna make an appearance today?”

Your words have him narrowing his eyes. He doesn’t mean it, of course, but if you were anyone else, you might have cowered under his gaze. Hobi can embody Slytherin intimidation when he needs to, particularly where you and the boys are concerned. Most students would freeze in place if he looked at them the way he’s looking at you now. All you can do is chuckle.

“He might,” he relents with a barely-suppressed smile. Your own lips quirk upward when you notice the small glimmer of happiness in his irises. “What about yours? Can we expect a blue-haired supporter on the Hufflepuff side of the pitch?”

You scoff and shove him away from you with a sneer. He cackles maniacally, already having far too much fun at your expense. It’s not the first time he’s taken pleasure in your anger, though you know he would sooner dive to the bottom of the Black Lake than risk actually upsetting you. The man’s quite literally risked his life for you before; you sincerely doubt he would go out of his way to genuinely hurt you. Still, he seems to have a great deal of fun at your expense. You’d be offended if you didn’t do the exact same thing to him.

“If you must know, yes,” you tell him. “I...I asked him to come watch.”

His eyes widen at that. You just know he’s got some kind of sarcastic comment rising in the back of his throat, but you raise your hand to silence him before he can even get a word out. The last thing you need right now is to worry about Taehyung (even if he’s come to occupy your thoughts more and more the past few days). You can deal with your best friend’s taunts most days, but not now, when you’ve got a game to win in a few minutes.

He sighs and raises his hands in surrender, though it’s not hard to guess what’s going through that oversized head of his. It seems that you and Taehyung are all he talks about these days. You don’t know what his fascination is, but you sincerely hope he finds a new topic of conversation soon. You might hex him if he doesn’t.

Before he can speak again, you cup your mouth with your hands and call out to the rest of the locker room occupants. “Alright, people! Gather up!”

Your teammates cease their playful shoving and turn their attention to you. The seven of you migrate to the center of the room with ease, just as you’ve done a thousand times before. Light laughter echoes off the walls as you huddle up and toss your arms around each other, Hobi to your left and Yoongi to your right. Slytherins try to avoid sentimentalism when they can help it — you typically have far more important things to worry about — but there are some traditions even you pay homage to. You suspect the other houses would be shocked to learn that you take the time to psych each other up before each game. They’ve never been particularly open-minded when it comes to you.

“Okay,” you begin in the most sincere voice you can muster, “this is it. The past year has been nothing but chaos and despair, but we’re finally back. The Hufflepuffs probably think we’ve gone rusty. Are you gonna prove them right?”

The whole team calls out in unison, brows furrowed in concentration. “No!”

“Are you gonna let them beat us?”

“No!”

“Hell no. We’ve been waiting for this day since the end of fifth year. You guys have put your hearts and souls into this team, and I’ll be damned if I let us lose after all the work we’ve done. It doesn’t matter if the whole school’s rooting against us. You guys have yourselves, you have each other, and you have me. Forget about the Gryffindors, the Ravenclaws, even the Hufflepuffs. We’re Slytherins, and we don’t lose. On three.”

The lot of you outstretch your hands, grinning like idiots when they land on top of each other in the middle of the circle. Your smile is the largest of them all. You can’t deny how much you’ve missed this, the overwhelming sense of camaraderie among your fellow players. It isn’t often that you allow yourself to dedicate yourself so entirely to something (aside from your pranks, of course), but when you’re in, you’re all in. You and Yoongi playfully bump each other’s shoulders when your hands meet. You start the countdown with a smirk.

“One, two, three!”

“SLYTHERIN!”

The horn sounds as soon as the chant ends, signaling the beginning of the match. You and your teammates grab your brooms and make for the pitch entrance, practically bouncing with excitement. Hobi and Yoongi flank you on either side. You don’t need to look at them to know that they’re smiling just as widely as you. The three of you (and Jungkook) had spent most of the summer practicing in Yoongi’s backyard, but to be here now, preparing to step out onto the field and play your last first match ever, is almost surreal. You’ll never say it out loud, but you’re glad to have them by your side.

The team steps out onto the field together, grinning ear to ear despite the cacophony of boos you’re met with. Three of the four houses are jeering and shouting at you, though this is not at all unusual. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are being a bit more subtle about it, but Gryffindor has spared no expense in taunting you. Even from here you can see their homemade signs, most of which bear crude drawings of badgers eating snakes and other unpleasant depictions of your house symbol. You suspect that McGonagall attempted to confiscate them before the game began, but even she isn’t vigilant enough to stop them all. Honestly, they would have found a way to taunt you no matter what.

The majority of the positive feedback comes from the Slytherin section, where your housemates are clapping and cheering as loud as they can to try and drown out the noise. It’s nothing compared to the shouts from the other sections, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless. You aren’t particularly close with most of your fellow Slytherins, but you smile and wave to them anyway, eager to prove that their faith is not misplaced. Oliver waves at you from the top row, lazily wiggling his green flag. You chuckle as you wave back.

Your support from the other houses is minimal, but it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed. Jungkook is among your loudest fans, shouting at the top of his lungs and blowing obnoxiously into his horn as soon as his eyes land on you. He’s decked out in green from head to toe, even going so far as to wear the emerald beret you bought for him during your trip to Paris the previous summer. The man’s even painted his face green and silver, much to the chagrin of his housemates, who stare at him as if he’s grown another head. You’d expect nothing less from him; for all his playful jabs, he’s always been your most vocal supporter.

Ginny sits not too far from him, eagerly waving at you with a green foam finger. You haven’t the slightest clue where she got it — Hogwarts doesn’t even sell foam fingers — but you have a sneaking suspicion that her father’s got something to do with it. Her smile is so wide you’re sure her face is going to crack, but she doesn’t seem to care. The sight of her fiery red hair standing out amidst the crowd makes you think of Fred and George, and your smile falters for a brief moment. It’s the first time you’ve played without them cheering you on, jumping up and down and shouting until their lungs gave out. Truth be told, you’re still a bit torn up over Fred’s loss. You try your best not to think about it.

Of course, your newest supporter sticks out among the rest. In the very front row of the Hufflepuff section is Taehyung, waving eagerly at you with the brightest of smiles. His vibrant hair makes him rather easy to spot, but that’s not what has you letting out a delirious chuckle when your eyes finally land on him. Despite your assurance that it was no problem for him to cheer for his own house, he’s sporting a dark green shirt and waving a Slytherin flag above his head. The sight of him in your house colors has you grinning like an absolute fool, even as Hobi suggestively wiggles his eyebrows. That boy just continues to surprise you.

It takes you a moment to realize that he hasn’t come alone. A rather excitable boy waves at you from his side, bundled up in a Ravenclaw scarf even though his team isn’t playing and it’s well over eighty degrees outside. Another Hufflepuff stands behind Taehyung, shooting you a smile so bright that you’re quite certain you might melt if you stare at it for too long. Kim Namjoon sits a few feet away from them, nose buried in a book as he goes out of his way to avoid your gaze. You’d expect nothing less from him, and honestly, you’re glad you don’t have to deal with his judgemental stare. The last thing you need right now is to concern yourself with him.

With one last wave to Taehyung, you tighten your grip on your broom and make your way to the center of the pitch. Madam Hooch is already there, as is the Hufflepuff captain, who offers you a polite smile. You know remarkably little about Hannah Abbott, save for the fact that she took over after Cedric Diggory’s untimely demise a few years ago. She’s been nice enough the few times you’ve spoken to her, though always a bit reserved, as if purposefully distancing herself from you. You don’t blame her in the slightest; your reputation has a way of putting people off.

“Alright, ladies,” Hooch calls. “It’s time. Shake hands, and we’ll begin the match.”

Hannah is the first to outstretch her hand. The players behind her look at you almost fearfully, as if they expect you to reach out and bite it off. Fortunately for them, you do no such thing. Your palm presses easily against Hannah’s, and to your surprise, she doesn’t flinch away. The two of you shake hands and smile politely, all too aware of the eager eyes watching your every move. You almost feel bad for her. Not everyone is as accustomed to being stared at as you.

With one last nod to your rival, you take a few steps back and mount your broom. Your players follow suit, each grinning ear to ear in anticipation. The stadium goes silent as your team and the Hufflepuffs stare at one another. You can feel the goosebumps crawling along your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. You’ve missed this feeling more than words can describe. No matter how chaotic and complicated your life might be, you can always count on the sheer exhilaration of the game to perk you up. For the first time all year, you don’t feel as if you’re just gliding through your life. You’re here, you’re alive, and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

The sound of Hooch’s whistle is the last thing you hear before you take to the sky.

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“And in it goes! That’s another ten points for Slytherin, putting the score at 130 to 90!”

You’re fairly certain that the smirk is simply stuck to your face at this point. It’s only been twenty minutes since the match began, and already you can taste your impending victory. The Hufflepuffs have been giving you a good fight, posing a far more difficult challenge than expected, but they’re no match for the well-oiled machine that is your team.

Benjamin, your Keeper, has been running himself ragged defending the Slytherin goal posts. For every shot they make, he fends off three more. That they’ve managed to make it to ninety points is an impressive feat, even if they’re still coming in second place. He’s blocking shots that you would have considered sure things, and never once does he waver, even when the Hufflepuff fans start shouting obscenities at him. You’ve spent the past month whacking Bludgers towards the hoops to help him train, and it seems as though your work has paid off.

Your Chasers — Emilia, Anthony, and Leo — have been at the top of their game since the match began. They’re speeding through the air so fast that you can barely keep up with them, let alone the opposing team. Emilia and Leo are acting as support for Anthony, who has singlehandedly landed 100 of your 130 points. As soon as the Quaffle lands in his grasp, he’s gone, little more than an emerald blur as he takes off towards the posts. Emilia and Leo flank him on either side, occasionally tossing the ball back and forth between them to confuse the Hufflepuff Chasers. They are a team in their own right.

You and Hobi have, as usual, spent the entirety of the game trying to knock the Chasers off course. The pair of you have made them drop the Quaffle so many times you’re beginning to lose count. Your aim is so precise that the Bludgers find their mark each time, much to Hannah’s chagrin. Hobi is the calmer of the two of you, more interested in blocking shots than actually trying to hit anyone. You, however, are relentless. You have no interest in hurting anyone, especially not the Hufflepuffs, but you’ve gotten your fair share of near-misses. One particularly strong whack of your bat nearly took off Arabella Matthews’ head at the beginning of the game. Were you anyone else, you wouldn’t dare risk hitting a Bludger so close to someone; but you’re you, and you know that you’re skilled enough to keep the other players out of harm’s way.

And Yoongi — Yoongi is about to catch the Snitch.

You’re so focused on the Chasers speeding past you that it takes you a moment to notice it, but notice it you do. He’s been staying out of the action the entire time, opting to circle around the field in search of your golden ticket to victory. Aside from warning you of an incoming Bludger at one point, you haven’t given each other a spare glance since the game started. Now, though, as he takes off in a nosedive towards the ever-elusive ball, you can’t take your eyes off of him. Both you and Hobi cheer for him as he follows it towards the Ravenclaw stands, and even from across the field you can hear Jungkook shouting words of encouragement.

“You’ve got this Yoongi!” Your words are frantic, rushed, tumbling out of your mouth before you can even process them. You pay them no mind. Even the Bludgers have been forgotten. All you can do is watch Yoongi follow the Snitch, mere feet away from him. Your heart is beating with such ferocity that you can feel it slamming against your ribs, but you truly don’t care. The sun in your eyes, the chanting of the crowd, Hobi’s elated presence at your side — it all fades away. The only thing you care about is your friend.

The Hufflepuff Seeker has yet to notice his opponent’s disappearance in the sky, which only makes your grin widen. His housemates are screaming at him, gesturing frantically towards Yoongi and urging him to follow, but it’s too late. The entire arena watches with bated breath as Yoongi leans forward on his broom, thrusts his arm forward as far as it will go, stretches his fingers to the brink of snapping, grits his teeth, and —

“AND THAT’S IT! MIN YOONGI HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS!”

You and Hobi scream and throw your arms up victoriously, smiling like idiots all the while. You’re drenched in sweat and fairly certain your arms are about to fall off out of sheer exhaustion, but you couldn’t care less. A familiar warmth swells in your chest as you watch the Slytherins erupt in applause, a sensation you haven’t felt since you were fifteen years old. It only grows more intense when your eyes land on Jungkook, who is jumping up and down while he shouts Yoongi’s name. When you see Taehyung, though, you’re fairly certain you’re going to melt from the inside out — because he’s smiling up at you with the most adoring expression you’ve ever seen on another human being, and it makes you go weak in the knees.

Your teammates hurry to the ground, eager to embrace Yoongi and congratulate him for the victory, but you don’t follow. You’re proud of Yoongi, make no mistake — he’s come a long way from the scrawny little boy you met on the common room couch in first year — but you have other things to attend to. You swear your broom moves of it’s own accord as you speed towards the stands. Hobi is giving you an odd look from the corner of his eye, one you pointedly ignore. You have no time for his questions right now.

Jungkook is racing towards you the moment your feet hit the stands, but for once, he’s not the one you’re there for. He’s confused, that much you’re sure of, because he knows that you know he’s sitting with the Gryffindors, but you’ve landed in the Hufflepuff section. Part of you feels guilty for not immediately running to meet up with him, but you brush it off. You know he’ll forgive you for momentarily moving him to the back burner, especially when he sees what you’re about to do.

It’s a bad idea, and you know that. But when you finally meet Taehyung’s glimmering eyes, you know there’s no point in trying to stop yourself. He opens his mouth to congratulate you, to tell you how amazing you were out there, but you don’t give him the chance. Before he can even get the first syllable out, you’ve thrown your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into the most bone-crushing hug you’ve given in years.

He freezes for a moment, clearly taken aback by your sudden display of affection. It’s caught you off guard too, to be honest — of all the things you’re known for around here, tenderness is not one of them. You don’t even hug your friends that often, and you’ve known them since you had braces. It hasn’t even been two months since you met Taehyung, and yet here you are, arms wrapped firmly around his back with your head resting atop his shoulder. It’s stupid, and you know it’s stupid, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself even if you wanted to...which, to be honest, you didn’t. You try not to think about what that might mean.

Mercifully, he returns the gesture when the shock wears off. He wraps his arms gently around your waist, hesitantly, as if he’s expecting you to come to your senses and pull away at any second. It isn’t until a few moments have passed that he actually tightens his grip, though it still doesn’t rival the hold you’ve got on him. You’re hugging him so tightly you’re shocked he can still breathe properly. He doesn’t seem to mind. Rather than push you away or question this rather abrupt attempt at kindness, he simply pulls you close and rocks you back and forth. You make no move to leave his grip.

You’re fully aware of how odd this is. The two of you only cemented your friendship a couple weeks ago, and you’ve certainly never done anything quite this affectionate before. You’ve playfully pushed his shoulder, sure, and he smiles at you every time you look at him, but neither of you have ever made a move to hug one another. It makes absolutely no sense for you to spring this on him; but dear god, the urge to throw yourself at him was so overwhelming it actually caught you off guard. Of all the post-game activities you’ve taken part in over the years — swimming in the lake, sneaking out to the Three Broomsticks with your teammates, downing an entire bottle of firewhiskey in one sitting — you’ve never done anything quite as bizarre as this.

But as he rests his head on your shoulder blade, you realize that you don’t regret it one bit.

The two of you don’t pull away until someone clears their throat behind you. It’s so loud and intrusive that you don’t even need to look to know who it is, though you turn on your heel nonetheless. Sure enough, Hobi is standing right there, arms folded and an insufferably smug grin on his face. Yoongi and Jungkook flank him on either side, looking at you with such teasing smirks that you have to restrain yourself from smacking them. None of them seem at all fazed by the death glare you shoot them.

“Well, who do we have here?” Hobi inquires with a playful lilt in his voice. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second, silently taunting you, and you’ve never wanted to punch someone more in your entire life. He knows this, you’re sure, which only makes his grin grow wider as he looks at Taehyung. “Don’t be rude, Y/N. Introduce us to your...friend.”

If Taehyung wasn’t standing right next to you, you would push Hobi over the edge of the stands without a second thought. As it is, you simply grit your teeth and gesture towards your blue-haired companion, silently hoping that your friends don’t scare him away. “Guys, this is Taehyung. Tae, these are my friends: Hobi, Yoongi, and Jungkook.”

The boys wave at him as you call out their names, each with a sickeningly smug grin. Whether Taehyung doesn’t recognize the satisfaction written across their faces or simply elects to ignore it, you don’t know, but he offers them a kind wave and a bright smile nonetheless.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he greets politely. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

Hobi’s smirk only grows. “Funny. I was about to say the exact same thing.”

You’re only a second away from turning your best friend into a toad when another familiar (and exceedingly annoying) voice calls out to you.

“Y/N. It’s nice to see you. Behaving yourself, I hope?”

It’s your turn to smirk now, entirely too pleased with yourself as you turn on your heel to greet Namjoon. Taehyung’s other friends are behind him, each grinning and waving at you in greeting. The head boy, however, does no such thing. The smile he flashes at you is painfully fake, so much so that you wonder why he bothers wearing it at all. The unfamiliar Ravenclaw boy behind him elbows his side, and he coughs to conceal his groan of pain. Whoever this guy is, you just know you’re going to like him.

“Aw, you know me, Namjoon. I’m always on my best behavior.” He doesn’t buy your words for a second, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Who are your friends?”

He moves to introduce them, but the Ravenclaw boy shoves him out of the way and outstretches his hand towards you. You shake it with a quick laugh. “Park Jimin, at your service,” he introduces almost valiantly. “You must be this Y/N I’ve heard so much about.”

“Guilty.”

Namjoon sighs and gestures towards their Hufflepuff companion, who you could have sworn you caught staring at Hobi for a moment. “This is Kim Seokjin. Jin, this is — .”

“Y/N!” The boy offers you the most blinding smile you’ve ever seen as he surges forward to shake your hand. It actually takes you a moment to collect yourself, entirely caught off guard by the wildly positive energy this guy is radiating. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Taehyung talks about you all the time.”

His comment has your brows flying towards your hairline. A quick glance at Taehyung shows him frantically shaking his head, silently urging Jin to shut up, but it’s too late; you’re already smiling at him. His cheeks darken under your gaze, and you can’t stop yourself from chuckling. It’s nice to know that you make him as nervous as he makes you, if only because it means that you aren’t imagining things. It’s flattering, having someone like him think so highly of you. You only hope he hasn’t talked you up too much; you’d hate to disappoint him.

It’s abundantly clear that Hobi’s about to say something embarrassing when he laughs beneath his breath and opens his mouth again, but you don’t even let him get the first syllable out. Your hand claps over his mouth with such force that you might as well have slapped him. On any other day, you would have felt bad for using such force; now, you kind of wish you’d hit him harder. Rather than let him fight you off and tell Taehyung something else he doesn’t need to know, you push him back and call out to Tae over your shoulder.

“Well, it’s been nice talking you to Tae, but we should probably be getting back to the locker room now! Bye!”

It takes only a second for you to realize that you’ve got another traitor in your midst.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook shouts with an evil grin, “don’t tell me you aren’t gonna invite them to the after party!”

I need new friends.

You chuckle and awkwardly rub the back of your head, purposefully avoiding Taehyung’s eyes as you speak. “Right! Right, uh, the after party. Um, it’s in the common room tonight. Nine o’clock. You’re all more than welcome! Er, if you wanna come, I mean. No pressure or anything.”

Taehyung smiles and nods, but says nothing else. You suspect he wants to talk it over with his friends, which is more than fine with you, since it gives you more time to escape. You’re almost certain he’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance. Without so much as a second glance, you grab Jungkook and Hobi by their ears and drag them off towards the locker room, offering only a small wave to Tae.

The boys wince and try to push you away, but your grip is iron-clad. Yoongi can’t stop himself from laughing when you crouch down and whisper in their ears.

“I’m gonna kill you both.”

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A/N: TAEYN ARE SO ADORABLE I CANNOT STAND THESE PEOPLE. I hope you’re all as infuriated by this slow-burn as I am. Next update coming tomorrow! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist💕 — Rynn

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 04

**Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 1514

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Hobi If anyone's home, can you check my room for my literature essay? I thought I had it but it's not in my bag >_<

Yoongi No

Jimin Why can't your professor accept email essays like a normal person?

Jungkook Because he's like a hundred years old.

You I found it on your desk! I'll drop it off at the studio before class!

Hobi My hero!!!! We're at the Intramural Sports Building, in studio 2B!

You smiled at your phone as you headed towards the building Hobi and Jimin were practicing at. While it was still too early to have really become friends with everyone, they had been doing a surprisingly good job of not making you feel like a total outsider, especially considering what a tight knit group they seemed to be.

They had created a new house group chat with you included, and while you were sure they had their own without you, that didn't really bother you. They practically acted like brothers, after all. There were bound to be things they'd discuss amongst each other that they weren't comfortable sharing with a total rando. You were slowly becoming immune (well, at least accustomed to) to their supermodel good looks, and that made you able to appreciate just what good people they truly were.

There were many little things they did as a group that made the house feel much more like a family than just a standard college roommate situation. Almost every morning, Jin was up early making breakfast for everyone. And barring things like conflicting schedules, everyone tried to eat together at the dining table every night, mafia family dinner style.

Gaming with Jungkook and Taehyung was a blast ("What the hell! You cheated!" "Don't be a sore loser, [y/n])." Namjoon was a grounding presence and a great study buddy, and Hobi's smile and silly antics never failed to brighten up your day. Jimin, you discovered, was an incorrigible flirt, but it was fun to banter back and forth knowing that there were no expectations on either side. Yoongi kept to himself most of the time, but he was always polite when you crossed paths. Part of you was actually grateful to your ex-roommate and ex-boyfriend for being the catalyst that had brought about these changes to your life. As if reflecting your mood, the weather had been shifting rapidly into spring, and you were finally able to break out your favorite sundress.

You could hear the music bumping from outside the studio, so you quietly eased yourself into the room and made yourself comfortable in the corner. You hadn't actually gotten a chance to watch Hobi and Jimin dance before, so you intended to take full advantage of your impromptu visit. And you weren't disappointed.

Everyone in their group was good, but Hobi's movements were somehow simultaneously crisp and boneless, and Jimin moved with poise and elegance you wouldn't have expected from how often he seemed to lose balance and fall off chairs. You couldn't even see their faces, since they were facing the mirror, yet you were completely mesmerized. When the music stopped, you automatically broke into applause, only to stop and blush when you realized that the entire group had stopped to look at you.

"[Y/n]!" Hobi called happily, jogging over to you. Oh lord, he was glistening with sweat, and his hair was mussed in a way that made him way too attractive for your mere mortal heart to handle. As if that weren't enough, Jimin followed soon after, running his hand through his sweaty hair in a way he knew was sexy.

"You guys were amazing!" You praised with heartfelt admiration. "I've never seen anyone move like that!"

"We still have a lot to improve on," said Jimin bashfully, ducking his head a bit at the compliment. You smiled. Even being the flirt he was, honest praise seemed to fluster him more than anything else could. Giving him time to recover, you grabbed Hobi's essay from your book bag.

"Oh thank god," said Hobi, making cute grabby hands at his homework. "You saved my life."

"Is this your girlfriend, hyung?" A third member of the group had joined and was looking at you curiously.

"Oh, I'm just the new roommate," you explained with a smile, wanting your friends' team members to like you. "It's nice to meet you, I'm [y/n]."

"Nice to meet you too, [y/n], I'm Dongmin," he said with a grin, reaching out and shaking your hand. You smiled wider. He was pretty cute, if not anywhere near the level of your new roommates. "Ah, good grip. That means you're a good person."

"Interesting criteria," you replied in amusement. "Though I suppose you're right, people with limp handshakes can't be trusted."

"Hyung, we should probably get back to work, right?" asked Jimin abruptly, his tone almost annoyed. You realized you must have been distracting them from practice, and you felt a little guilty for overstaying your welcome.

"You're right," the elder agreed, though his eyes were on Dongmin and not on you. "Thanks for bringing me my homework, [y/n]. Jimin, can you walk her out while we get started?"

Geez, they didn't need to escort you out like you were getting kicked out of a club. You could take a hint. Still, you said nothing and obediently followed Jimin out the door, and when he smiled at you there was no hint of that earlier annoyance.

"Thanks for coming by," he said sincerely with that cute crinkle of his eyes. Huh, you supposed you must have imagined the irritation in his tone earlier. "I like that dress," he added nonchalantly. "You look really beautiful in it."

You felt your face flush. Teasing banter and stupid sexual innuendos were easy to brush off. But you were just as weak to real compliments as Jimin, and he knew it. The two of you had developed an unspoken game in which the winner was the one who could make the other break first.

"I'll see you at home," he finished, ending this round in a total KO by kissing your cheek and going back inside before you could do anything other than gape. For a moment you just stood there listening to the muffled music start up again, before robotically turning to go to class. Sure, he was flirty, but he had never been so bold as to do that.

By the time you got to class, however, you had calmed down. You had already learned that Jimin was a touchy feely guy, not just with you but with all of his housemates, so you figured it wasn't a big deal. He probably did that stuff all the time, and you were slightly annoyed that you had let him fluster you so easily. Reassured, you set your focus back onto your professor and your notes.

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"Yoongi, you have to wake up."

He tried to ignore the person shaking his shoulder gently, turning over with a grumble and hoping they would just leave. Unfortunately, they did not give up, instead changing tactics and attacking his sides with evil, wiggling fingers. Yoongi shot up in fury, fully ready to ream into whichever idiot maknae had dared to tickle him awake, only to be met with the sight of his newest housemate hovering over him. What the fuck? You dug the knife into his back even deeper by laughing at his betrayal in his eyes.

"You said today is that master class with that pianist you wanted to meet, right?"

His eyes widened, and he realized that he had forgotten to set an alarm before laying down to nap on the couch.

"Shit, what time is it?" he asked, running his hands through his sleep-mussed hair, trying to will his brain to boot up faster.

"You'll get there five minutes early if you hustle," you said, amused. Fuck, he could kill for some coffee right now, but there was no time. With a curse, he leapt up to run to his room and grab his bag, only for you to already be holding it out for him in one hand. In your other hand was an iced americano, condensation glistening on the clear plastic. Shocked, he met your amused eyes as you shoved both items into his hands.

"Go, go!" you insisted, herding him out the door. He complied, stumbling outside, and it was only when he was seated in the recital hall that he realized he had forgotten to thank you.

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You yawned as you stumbled into your room after a particularly boring lecture, and went to dump your bag by your desk. Then you paused. Sitting innocently atop your textbooks was a small paper bag emblazoned with the logo of your favorite bakery. Inside was the raspberry danish you got every time you went. You smiled and took a selfie with the bag, sending it to the only person you could think of who would have had a reason to leave you a gift.

You Thank you Yoongi! <33333 Read 7:33pm

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#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

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Recompense | myg

Pairing: student!yoongi x student!reader, college!au f2l

Word Count: 2,925

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): language, mention of death of a relative; Rated: pg 13

Summary: Underneath the tough exterior is truly grief, yet Yoongi is unable to execute it well until he discovers that you relate to him more than he realized. Sometimes learning that you are not alone is the best form of healing.

Credits to: @suhdays​ for making such a beautiful cover!! And thank you @cyberkryptonitecupcake​ for making the request! I really hope you like it!

Rain clouds encompass campus as easily as entering the end of a thread into a needle. At least, that’s the analogy you groggily come up with and you are sticking with it. Compiling your textbooks into your backpack, you trace your steps in finding your dorm key and with a brief look in the mirror, you inhale and exhale slowly. You can do this today. You are smart. You have great hair. You will not annoy Yoongi for the millionth time in two days.  It has taken a lot over the years to give yourself positive affirmations to start your day as your mother always taught you to do so, but when she had passed, you went a very long time without encouraging yourself at all.

But that’s the secret you keep. With no social media for anyone to discreetly look at of you, you bury the heartbreak as best as you can because overall you know that your mother is proud of you. She would want you to stay positive; she would want you to smile not only for you but for the sake of others. Stepping onto the sidewalk, you put in your airpods with an upbeat tune as you saunter to class. You were partnered for a project with Min Yoongi, and one thing you have learned is that he is not your biggest fan for reasons you are uncertain. Maybe it has to do with how much you antagonize him with your charms? Maybe it has to do with the irresistible way you cut letters out of construction paper. Who even knows? But…. He does have a cute bu-

The brief collide of a large shoulder astonishes you as you jolt to remove an airpod, “Hobi, are you insane?” You stifle a large smile as he scrunches his nose at you.

“Saw the perfect opportunity and I took it.”

“Well, good for you. How are you and Monnie holding up? This project is intense.”

“Firstly, I better confess before she calls me out. She’s done all the work. Secondly, is it the project? Or the partner?”

Flashing your best friend with a warning look, you keep the subject away from Yoongi. “Of course, your girlfriend has done all the work! What is the point of a boyfriend if he is completely useless!”

“Excuse me, Heathen. I’ve come up with some of the facts that we have to present so I have put in a smidge of my time.” He shakes his head, ruffling his strands from his laughing eyes.

“You better be glad she loves you. I’d washi tape your eyes closed. And then superglue wiggle eyes in your hair.”

“I’d also give him a mullet and replace his eyebrows with pipe cleaners. Hello guys,” Monnie joins from the library as all of you continue to class.

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t fight back?” Hoseok muses while laying a steady hand upon his beloved tendrils in preparation to protect.

“I have my ways, peasant.”

Feigning to be nervous, Hoseok’s gaze flickers between you and Monnie. “I don’t know what kind of vile thoughts are festering within your skulls, but I do not want any part of it. But, to return your question because I have human decency unlike you stale croutons, how is the project going with Yoongry?”

“Hobi, how many times do I have to tell you that he’s not angry, he’s just… I don’t know difficult.”

“Seems angry to me, ow!” Hoseok rubs his side from where Monnie jabbed him with her elbow upon entering the classroom.

“Sh! He’s right over there,” Monnie whispers in warning. Yoongi is leaned in his chair with arms crossed, his intimidating gaze observes the room while his tousled, black hair reveals his forehead. As much as you hate to admit this, you are very attracted to him- especially when his eyes move to find you. Shit! Smiling in his direction as happily as you can muster, he briefly rolls his eyes in response before returning his gaze to the front where you happen to make a quick trip to the professor.

“Um, Professor Namjoon, how are you doing?”

“Ah! My straight A student, I am wonderful, how are you?”

“I am doing great, Professor, just wanted to let you know that I read over the articles you suggested for the project! Super helpful!” You gleam.

Yoongi eyes you as you continue your conversation with Professor Namjoon. One thing he has picked up on is how much you like to people please which is something he has never fully understood about the human population in general. Nobody should have to go out of their way just to make someone happy if they do not want to, but then again, it’s hard for him to express his emotions especially after his mother passed away before the semester even started.

“Good morning!” Your chirpy voice resonates with the intention of making Yoongi smile, but instead he murmurs his greetings in response.

“You studied over Furosemide last night, haven’t you? That’s one of the major heart medications used in the veterinary field.”

“I sure did. You studied up on pimobendan as well, correct?” The project is based on medications for congestive heart failure and the importance of why they are needed along with the explanation of what happens within the heart when it is functioning abnormally. ‘Lucky, I got stuck doing a project on the prostate,’ Hoseok’s whine echoes in the forefront of your brain.

After a few seconds, you can’t seem to refrain from taking Yoongi’s presence in. He really grew up to be so handsome. The thin curve of his chin, his button nose, his soft, umber eyes and the way he gels his hair in place, even the scent of him is alluring.

“Staring at me isn’t going to get the job done,” he mumbles, slipping the rolled poster behind him to unravel upon the desk.

“Looking at you?” You jump, frantically moving to gather the materials needed to decorate the project. “I’d rather look at a pin cushion.”

“It probably would appreciate it if you didn’t stare at it either.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your mouth open and shuts multiple times without a subtle comeback. “What is with you? You know I’m not going to cower until you smile, right?”

Shoulders tensing, Yoongi peers at you, “Can you take anything seriously for at least one second?”

“If taking this project would help boost my immune system, sure, why not.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you need a dose of sunshine. Hoseok has a contagious smile, why don’t I introduce?”

You are unaware of the grip you have on the chair beside you, trying everything you can to maintain your happy façade no matter how much you are tempted to let it crumble. How was your mom so good at handling people like this? There has to be something deeper tormenting him to resonate so much hatred to whatever it is he is clinging to.

“I would prefer to be introduced to a tree. Now if you’ll so kindly hand me the stencil sheet, I will begin formulating words to define the jobs of the atriums versus the ventricles before tracing the letters.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. In the meantime, I’m going to grab a coffee, I’ll be right back.” Shuffling to retrieve your wallet, you are sure Professor Namjoon wouldn’t notice the few minutes that you would be gone and for what it’s worth, you need a moment to relax. What happened to make him so cold? Unbeknownst to you, a picture of your mother swoops to the ground to land at the tip of Yoongi’s shoe. Eyebrows scrunching, he bends to pick up the picture to see a woman whose smile matches yours, but not only that, there is a familiarity about her as if he has seen her before.

“Miss Jeon?” Memories swarm his mind of his childhood where an exuberant joy was in the air mingled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. A little girl chased him around the backyard while giggles reverberated throughout the atmosphere. Miss Jeon would call out for you guys when the treats were ready and would always make sure Yoongi had everything he needed when he would come to visit. But that little girl who was his best friend as a child happened to be none other than you. How had he not recognized you? Another memory resurfaces, one of his own mother sharing laughter with yours. They had been friends, too.

From what is written on the back of the portrait, it is revealed that your mother is no longer on earth right beside you the same as his mother left this world so soon. Tears gather in his eyes as the shame overwhelms his chest in all entirety. Who was he to judge you based on your happiness? If you could lose someone who obviously meant the world to you and can still maintain your kindness, then why can’t he?

Bustling of the other students is loud enough to not focus in on the man whose world has seemed to halt. Swallowing roughly, he tries steadying the picture with his quivering hands as a tear drips off his cheek. His mother would be disappointed in how he coped with his anger and today was the day he would need to make a change. And he will. When you return, the Styrofoam cup warm in your palm, you set it onto the table, “Alright, now that I’ve retreated for a few minutes, I would hope your top tier attitude has-”

Quieting immediately, you take in a trail of tears resting on Yoongi’s face. Eyebrows furrowing, you are so surprised that words do not exist in this very moment. Why is he crying? Did you say something wrong?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers through the trembling of his chin, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yoongi, what’s?” Eyes trailing to his hands, you gasp at the realization that he is holding the picture of your mother that you carry with you everywhere you go. Before you can even verbalize anything, Yoongi hands you the picture without a word and exits the classroom while you stand there in silence.

-

Days pass and you haven’t seen nor have heard from Yoongi. Running your hands over your face, you’re leaned over your desk with nothing but the days events cycling heavily on your brain. Any form of homework has not been touched, and Professor Namjoon seemed to fully understand the circumstances of why you needed to leave class early. Collecting the materials as well as the posterboard, Hoseok and Monnie had helped you carry everything back to your dorm and offered to stay with you for the evening, but you declined. LenLen, your roommate happens to be with her boyfriend, Jimin which saves time for you to cry.

You miss your mother more than anything in this world, and she is the first person you would have called if she had been alive. How did you miss the picture falling out of your backpack when you grabbed your wallet? Deep down you always knew who Min Yoongi was, he was your ‘soulmate’ when the pair of you were children. Your mothers would always joke about a future of grandchildren with the absolute assurance that you and Yoongi were destined to be husband and wife. Unfortunately, you and your mother had to relocate for her job opportunity and you never saw Yoongi again until you recognized him the beginning of this semester.

It is funny how life works sometimes, as if an invisible string tied him to you in all aspects of life. Alas, he did not remember you, hence why you had been so lenient with his annoyance directed at you. You wanted to believe that he would wake up, and because he was so stand offish, you couldn’t find the bravery to confront him nor confess that he was your friend at one point in life. Instead, you bottled it up. When you called your brother to give an update a few days ago, he relayed the news regarding Yoongi’s mother which all made sense as to why Yoongi was so distant; your heart shattered for him as tears pooled. How could you possibly ever bring up a subject as devastating as that? But you wanted Yoongi to know that he is not alone. You are mourning as he is. If only he would realize who you are-

A soft knock on the door jolts you from your palms while sparks dance along your vision before clearing up. Confused due to not expecting anyone, you carefully step to the door, cracking it open to realize that Yoongi of all humans is standing with a bouquet of roses in his grip. “Yoongi?” You take in a sharp breath, “How did you find my dorm? I don’t remember-”

“I met Hoseok,” he says softly, “You were right, his smile is… definitely contagious but rather mischievous for lack of a better term. He told me where to go.”

Giggling, not only at his accurate description of Jung Hoseok, but also out of uncertainty because you have no idea how to truly react. Is it odd that you are very happy that Yoongi is here? Gaze flitting to the roses, you are in awe of how beautiful they are against the dark shade of his trench coat. “They’re beautiful.” You say, “How did you know I loved roses?”

A gentle smirk graces his lips, the closest to a smile you have ever seen, and you have never felt your heart pitter patter the way it just did. “I remember always seeing them in a vase when my mother and I would visit.” His fingers stir along the plastic cover around the stems, “Really, I am so sorry. You did not deserve to be treated that way. I was wrong to take my frustrations out on you. Not that this is an excuse but, my mother-”

Reaching your fingers to lightly press to the back of his hand, he stops as his eyes widen. “Why don’t you come in?” You whisper, and straight way he enters, following you to a sofa set off to the side. “My brother told me about your mother. Yoongi, I am so sorry about that. She was the sweetest woman. My mom always missed her after we moved.”

“And mine always missed your mother,” you take the roses and swiftly prepare a vase of water to settle them in, decorating the kitchen counter with the beauty of the red petals. “I think… I think I just blocked out that time in my life because I hated that you weren’t there with me anymore.”

Your heart skips a beat. Did Yoongi eventually remember everything after all? “I was heartbroken, too.” Turning to lean your back against the counter, you cross your arms to try to bring some comfort to the anxious feeling beneath your chest. The pain of the losses will never go away, but the man across the room will end up being the bloom of happiness that you will need, and you will be his solace- the one person who will remind him that he is not alone. He has you. “I don’t want to hear another apology, okay?”

His mouth falls open, “But-”

“Nay, you shan’t.”

“Really though, how will I ever repay you for my actions? I should have never forgotten about you.”

Arms still crossed, you gradually near him as he stands to his feet, your eyes connect with his, “All I want you to know is that you are not alone. Sure, you may not have known who I was majority of the semester, but at least you know now.” When his gaze, filled with guilt, strays, you move your head to regain his focus. “Yoongi, really, you remember me now. So, lets try to live life the way our mothers would want us to.” Your voice breaks, knowing how proud they must be of the pair of you reconciling and reuniting after years of being apart. “Besides, we have a lot to learn, and a project to finish, so whaddya say?”

For the first time in years, you get to see it, the gummy smile glowing from his face as he shakes his head at you. “Must I be reminded of that wretched thing? I’d prefer to shave my eyebrows.”

“You have a sense of humor?” You tease lightheartedly as you nudge his shoulder with your knuckles. “I knew you had it in you!” Chuckling, he reaches for your frame to pull into a tight embrace, you immediately relax into his mold while you breathe in the crisp scent of his cologne. “Goodness, you smell like a dream. If our moms were correct about our future, I am not going to be disappointed!” For once, the pair of you feel complete even if sorrow will awake from time to time- as Yoongi squeezes you tighter, you bury into the crook of his neck, pressing a small kiss to his warm skin. “We better make an A+.”

Pulling away slightly, to rest his forehead upon yours, he is still smiling, “Following up with some extra credit.”

“Agreed,” you beam, letting his warmth encompass you to its full extent, when you almost lose balance due to him shifting his feet, he catches you.

“I’m so-”

“Gah!” Your fingers brush his lips, “What did I tell you?”

“No more apologies.”

“No more apologies.”

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[min-youngis]

endear - j.jk

banner made by me with a lot of fun, some love and an absolute lack of skill, training or prior experience can u tell idt you can tell

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. roommate! Yoongi)

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour Sprinkled In Like Garnish

~ Rating : G for General

~ Summary : The new hire sounds like an angel and looks like one too.

PROMPT - Person A and Person B work together in a high end hotel, Person B has a crush on Person A who happens to be the lounge singer.

~ Word Count : 1.9k

~ Warnings : swearing

~ A/N : this was written for @btswritingcafe's promptly yours workshop and it was super fun!

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“If you’re done ogling him, maybe clear up table 13?”

You jump at Yoongi’s dry voice behind you, flustered at being caught. Again.

With a defensive and not entirely convincing ‘I wasn’t ogling,’ you scurry away to do your job, regretfully leaving behind the vantage point you’ve begun to perch yourself in increasingly often, from where you get a lovely, uninterrupted view from the restaurant into the adjoining lounge.

It’s a recent habit. You weren’t always inclined to peek through the small gap in the distant curtain from behind the wooden stand with the menus and cutlery, but the entry of a certain black-haired, doe-eyed lounge singer has changed all of that.

Ever since Yoongi (and Hobi and Joon and Tae) figured out that you keep slowing down at random places of the restaurant while carrying plates or menus, just so you can linger a little bit longer whenever you get a good view, he's stopped sending you to serve at the lounge entirely, preferring to assign you tables that are inside the main dining hall, as far away from the fluttering curtains as possible. You know it’s revenge for that one time you accidentally spilt coffee on his white hoodie that you had borrowed, but really, this seems like a bit of an exaggerated reaction. He already made you apologise while standing outside the apartment door, refusing to unlock it until you promised to do the dishes for a week.

You make sure to aim a scowl at him as you return the plates to the kitchen as you see his smug, knowing grin. Because despite the fact the he, and everybody else, is perfectly aware about your...er, fascination with the new hire, you’ve always only ever replied to their taunts and teasing with, “No, I don’t,” and, “You’re being delusional,” and the ever so common, “I’m not staring.”

You’ve got a big, fat crush on Jeon Jungkook, but you’ll die before you say that out loud.

And Yoongi takes every chance he gets to rub it in.

“Want to swap with Joon, Y/N? Spend some time manning the lounge so you can breathe the same air as the new kid?”

“We're all already breathing the same air, stupid,” you mutter as you collect cutlery to lay table 13 again, trying hard not to look up at the curtains that you know will give you that glorious glimpse and to not let the excitement at the prospect of being in the lounge for a while show in your voice.

“So you don’t want to go to the lounge,” Yoongi hums thoughtfully, handing you the napkins.

Passing by with a tray full of empty plates, Tae says with a scoff, “Of course she wants to go to the lounge. That’s where the love of her life is.”

“Fuck off, Tae,” you bite out before stalking out onto the floor so you can arrange the table for the next diner.

When you’re back, Yoongi continues, now all business, “I’m serious, though. You have the lounge for the next two hours, until we close up.”

As haughtily as you can, masking the shy excitement you feel at the prospect, you primly nod before making your way to the curtains, steps measured. You ignore Namjoon's wink as you cross paths, pushing the fabric back and stepping into the lounge.

The air here is always rarefied. Instead of scattered wooden tables and chairs, there are plush couches and low-rise platforms in front of them, all slightly inclined towards the small stage at one end of the room. A stage that you’re now looking at, flapping curtain directly behind you.

You stand in position, finally seeing more than half his face or a single arm, finally hearing him sing the way he deserves to be heard for the first time this night. His sweet voice had drawn him to you in the first place. The way he looked had been a bonus.

Not that you’ve ever told him that. Or spoken a word to him other than harried greetings in the evenings when you accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) run into him, and awkward small talk.

He’s singing one of his signatures now, one of those melodious ballads that make you think of comfortably warm nights with fireflies lighting up an unforgiving darkness, and unnecessarily making you want to spend those with him. He doesn’t see you, gaze fluttering around the room as he sings with a voice like honey, making eye contact with appreciative patrons. He was a good hire.

You’re drawn out of your staring by Jimin behind the bar on your right calling out, “Y/N, I hate to interrupt your little love fest, but this goes to table 4.”

Blushing furiously, you rush to the counter and take the tray in your arms, dropping a quick apology before carrying the drinks to the table.

You have to rely on your listening skills for any semblance of contact with Jungkook for the next two hours. The floor is busy and you’ve been caught too many times today to stop and stare again. Except for one memorable incident where he breaks his sultry, smooth character for a split second when your eyes meet and he gives you a flash of a wide grin that sends you nearly tripping on air with a tray full of empty glasses balanced in your hand, you stay resolutely away.

Until you can’t.

You’re wiping down your last table as Hobi, Tae and Joon say their farewells, Yoongi closing up shop at the back when you hear the clearing of a throat behind your hunched over frame.

You think it’s your roommate come to tell you to hurry up, that the later it gets, the more likely you are to run into the couple that lives next door that always comes home drunk at times like these. Not that you have anything against that, it just gets a little inconvenient when they decide to very aggressively make out in the snail paced lift that the four of you end up having to share.

But it’s been a long day, and you’re just a little (read: quite) peeved at being teased so much, and you don’t bother turning around, only deigning to respond with a curt ‘I’m almost done.’

You get silence in reply, but the shadow in front of you makes it clear that he hasn’t moved. Annoyed at the mind games he seems to be playing, you give the table one last run-down before turning around swiftly with a huff while saying, “Listen, so what if I like Jungkook, can you just let it g – Oh, shit.”

The visibly nervous man in front of you, one palm behind his neck as the other hand hangs suspended aimlessly in the air, as if he were about to tap you on the shoulder, is decidedly not your little shit roommate.

Jungkook's arm comes down limp, and your eyes are drawn to his fingers that slightly flex. You’re not sure what to categorise what you’re feeling as exactly.

Embarrassment? Shyness? A little short of breath at being this up close? Irrational annoyance at Yoongi?

All you know for certain is that for somebody who’s spent a majority of her free time in the last two weeks thinking about Jungkook’s eyes, you’re having a mighty hard time meeting them just now.

“Uh, hey!” you start, falsely cheery, hoping that for your sake, he may gloss over the fact that you basically just admitted to your disgusting affliction towards him. The rag in your hand has likely never been through a wash cycle as intense as the nervous wringing you’re giving it right now.

He’s a nice guy, yeah? He won’t make things awkward.

“You...you like me?”

Your eyes snap up from the hard gaze you had at the bottle of Grey Goose behind the bar, beyond Jungkook’s shoulder. His face is closed, sort of masked, and you can’t fathom how uncomfortable you’ve probably just made him.

Your mouth is running before you can even begin to decide what to reply with. With a short giggle that’s unconvincing even to you, you respond, “That was- uh, a joke. Yeah, it was a running thing that Yoongi and I have. You don’t have to worry, I was just kidding, I promise.”

You wish there was a wall nearby you could hit your head on. Even the table behind you would do. Or Jungkook’s chest. You aren’t blind or immune to the way the restaurant mandated starchy white shirt under the black tuxedo stretches across his frame. You have, after all, been looking respectfully.

“I’m not worried.”

Once again, you’re pulled from your purely angelic thoughts with a start. His expression has a sort of restrained glee to it, his eyes glittering with reeled in hope.

“Huh?”

And now, suddenly, he’s shy again, not meeting your confused gaze. With a start, you realise that your mouth is agape and clamp it shut, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“I’m not worried, that'd be kind of perfect. Fits right in with my plans, actually. I keep thinking I’ll ask you out but I keep chickening out, and then today afternoon Tae told me you had a thing for me but I thought he was just pulling my leg, because you always seem so focused at work and you stopped coming out to this part of the restaurant often, and I really didn’t think you thought of me in the same way-“

“Yes.”

He stops partway through his confused, meandering, undeniably cute ramble, his mouth still open mid-word at your shy but firm interruption. Your grin's been growing little by little as he’s been talking, and you’re fighting hard to not show teeth.

Really, best to put the boy out of his misery. And yours.

“Yes?” he asks, head cocked to the side in adorable confusion.

“Yes,” you reply decisively, nodding your head in determination, voice stronger this time, grin settling into something softer, shyer as you take in his mirrored smile and the clearing of doubt in his eyes.

His grin grows, and foolishly, ridiculously, the only thing you can think of at this specific moment is the You so fuckin' precious when you smile meme.

You’re about to say something, anything, but your mouth hasn’t been the most cooperative lately, so maybe it’s for the best that Yoongi ducks into the lounge from behind the partition curtain then, effectively making you and Jungkook break the shaky, nervous, rose tinted eye contact.

He pauses at the threshold, taking in the muted excitement in both of your eyes and the fidgeting of your fingers around the cloth that you’re still holding.

And then, with his customary drawl, “Ready to go, Y/N?”

His words indicate calmness, boredom. But you know him well enough to realise that he’s already caught on that something’s happened and he’s just a sucker for gossip.

Nodding jerkily, you look back up at Jungkook.

“Uh, see you around?” he says, and you can see embarrassment, annoyance and rueful settlement in his eyes in quick succession when he finishes his sentence.

Giggling, you reply, “Absolutely.”

With one last wave, he grabs his bag from a nearby table and walks out the door, steps too measured to be casual and shoulders stiff in an attempt to look cool.

From your left, Yoongi's voice makes you dart back to the active realisation that he’s still here.

“Careful, you look at him any fonder and you’ll be crying tears of honey.”

“Careful, you tease me anymore and you’re getting no information.”

~

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