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"Thanks for Marrying Me" Jungkook x You

"Drive safe, okay?" your mom says, pulling you into one more, bone-crushing hug. "I think the roads are kind of busy tonight."

"Okay, okay," you agree, laughing to yourself a little. It didn't seem to matter that you were now officially a grown, married woman: your mom was giving you the same talk you'd gotten since you first got your license. "Don't worry, momma. We'll be fine."

She pulled back, squeezing the tops of your arms as she looked at you with teary eyes. "I love you, sweetie. Congratulations. It was a beautiful day."

The new weight on your left ring finger takes you back to early that afternoon and you smile. "It was a great day. Thanks to you and dad and everyone else who made it so perfect!" You give her another hug. "You guys drive safe, too!"

She smiles tolerantly and nods, climbing into the car and rolling down the window so your dad could say his goodbyes. You waited until they had left the parking lot before turning back to the only remaining people at the reception hall: your brand-new husband and his six brothers.

Jimin and Taehyung are goofing off, dancing around each other in a contest to see who could be the most annoying. Yoongi catches your eye and shakes his head a little.

You grin. "How on earth do you guys have so much energy still??"

Jimin cackles. "We didn't have to do anything today!"

"We got fed delicious food, drank a little, danced a lot," Hoseok summarized. "It was a perfect day for us!"

You automatically caught your husband's eye. He gave you a quick wink.

Namjoon was nodding. "We just got to enjoy you guys," he agreed.

"And dress up all fancy," Jin added, straightening the lapel of his ridiculously expensive suit.

On his next pass around Jimin, Taehyung accidentally bumps into your husband, and just like that, you see his energy meter hit empty.

"Okay." Crossing the circle to reach you, Jungkook slips his arm around your waist. "I think it's time for us to go." He turns to kiss your cheek, making a show of worrying over you. "My beautiful bride is exhausted."

Immediately, the 95s stop messing around. "Of course," Taehyung says seriously. "It's your wedding night. You guys should get some rest."

"...Right," says Namjoon, as the others snicker to themselves, knowing full-well that Tae had said that in earnest. "Anyway, we better go."

You're still giggling at Yoongi's bemused reaction to Taehyung's comment when Jin catches you in a hug. "Congratulations," he says seriously. "We're all really happy for you both."

You smile. "Thanks for everything. Drive back safe, okay?" Apparently you don't even need a full 24 hours before morphing into your mother.

Jungkook literally has to shut the car door in Taehyung's face, but finally, the two of you are alone. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you look up at him in concern. "You okay, babyboy?"

He smiles absentmindedly at his favorite nickname, but doesn't really answer the question. You understand.

Reaching up to kiss him, you say, "Let's go."

He helps you into the car, closes the door gently behind you, and as he crosses to get to his side, you can't help but grin. He was yours now, officially. You still couldn't understand how you'd gotten so lucky.

When he joins you in the car, you reach for his hand immediately. "I love you."

"I love you, too, darling," he responds, bring your hand up to his lips. He releases a heavy gust of breath; now that the two of you were alone, you see him start to unwind, decompressing after the social pressures of the day. Grinning a little, he adds: "Thanks for marrying me."

You snort-laugh, but squeeze his hand as you say, "Anytime."

He's smiling now, too, as he releases your hand to turn on the car.

"It was a long day," you go on, leaning back against the seat. "So many people came, which was really nice."

He raises an eyebrow but doesn't really agree.

You smile. "But you know the best thing? Now I get you to myself for 2 whole weeks. Just you and me, no commitments, no crowds, no dancing brothers..."

He laughs at this, and you can actually see the battery start to charge again. "That sounds amazing," he says honestly, twisting in his seat to give you another kiss. "You and me, forever." When you nod happily, he winks at you. "Ready to go?"

"With you? Of course!"

It doesn't surprise you at all that, instead of taking the exit that would lead you guys back home, he keeps going. You drive in relative quiet, your hand in his, watching as the freeway signs fly past. When he does finally choose an exit, you realized you were right: he was taking you to your favorite place, Our Place you guys called it. The spot where the two of you had spent so much time together, star-gazing, talking, listening to music, kissing. After the hectic drain of the day, you knew that what your new-husband needed most right now was a little alone time with you.

When he parks the car, he turns to look at you, a wordless question on his face.

You lean over and kiss him. "Great idea, babyboy."

His expression blossoms into that perfect, happy-bunny grin and he turns off the car. "Thank you," he says quietly, before throwing his door open and practically running to open yours for you.

Once you're both out, he gingerly helps you settle on the hood of the car, then climbs up next to you. You snuggle against him immediately and he presses a long kiss to your forehead.

The two of you sit in silence for a good 10 minutes, relishing being alone together, tangled up and blissfully happy. The night sky is bright and full of stars, and you grin as you feel him absently playing with the ring on your finger.

Sensing your grin, he kisses the side of your head and murmurs, "A perfect ending to a perfect day."

You can't help but agree.

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"That's What These Mean" Yoongi x You

"You both look so beautiful!" Your aunt still has your hand gripped firmly between both of hers, and she punctuates every word with a tight squeeze. "So happy, so perfect, so wonderful!"

"Thanks so much," you say for the millionth time, managing to keep your smile intact. "We're so glad you're here." You try to extract your hand, but it's no use.

"When I married your uncle---" she begins, and you feel something inside you start to wither away.

You loved your aunt, you really did, but it had been such a long day, and there were so many people. So much small talk and smiling and pictures and the words "thank you so much" were starting to lose all meaning. You felt your social battery nearing its limit. A few more seconds here and you might implode entirely. It---

"Oh!" Your hand is suddenly released as your aunt's attention is drawn to someone who has appeared behind you; someone who placed one hand on the small of your back and reached out his other to claim your own recently-liberated hand. Your aunt is beaming. "Here's the gentleman himself!"

Yoongi's hand slips around your waist, pulling you back against him slightly as he joins the conversation. "Hello," he says politely and warmly, gently squeezing your fingers. "Sorry to interrupt, but may I steal my lovely wife for a bit?"

Your aunt is still beaming, absolutely thrilled at the sight of him and the two of you together. "Of course!" she gushes, and you could swear she's got tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't keep a man from his beautiful, blushing bride, not for one second!"

Yoongi smiles, still polite, still warm. "Thank you. We're so glad you're here!" And with that, he pulls you away, guiding you across the room with ease.

You allow yourself to be towed away, feeling some of your own warmth return at the feel of his hand wrapped protectively around yours. When you both are stopped for a moment by a passing conga-line, you lean forward and press a kiss to his shoulder. "Thanks, baby," you murmur, straightening just in time to roll your eyes playfully at Hoseok and Taehyung, who were clearly the instigators of the ridiculous dance line.

He responds by squeezing your fingers, but doesn't stop to speak just yet.

A moment later, you realize why: pushing open a door, he leads you into a small room just off the main hall. It's decorated simply, flowers and all, but the main focus is the small, velvet-cushioned couch up against the far wall.

Yoongi closes the door behind you and when you turn to look at him, he gives you a soft smile. "I thought you could use a little break."

Heart exploding with gratitude, you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding on tight. "You were right," you mumble against his shoulder.

"I needed it, too," he admits, kissing the side of your head. Pulling back a little, he guides you to the small couch and helps you settle comfortably, arranging your dress in the best way possible. When you're all set, he stays standing for a moment, looking down at you with a strange expression on his face.

"...What?"

He smiles. "You're beautiful."

You feel your entire face flush. "Yoongi..."

Leaning down, he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face. "I love you so much, my sweetheart," he says softly. "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

You close the small gap, kissing him until he's forced to settle on the couch next to you. When you finally break apart, you snuggle into his side, his arms wrapped around you, holding each other tight.

"I love you, too," you say, absently fiddling with a button on his shirt. "I'm so grateful for you and how well you know me."

He kisses your forehead. "Everyone out there is great," he sighs, leaning back against the couch's soft cushions. "But, like always, sometimes I just need to be alone...with you. My beautiful girl." A grin creeps over his face. "My beautiful wife."

"Oh, that's right..." you pretend. "I did marry you today, didn't I?"

Yoongi rolls with it. "Yes, you did. What were you thinking?"

Twisting towards him, you reach up and kiss the tip of his nose. "That I love you more than anything in this whole universe and if I had to spend even a second without you, I'd probably die."

He laughs. "Oh, is that all?"

You nod.

Leaning in to kiss you again, he murmurs against your lips: "I feel the same."

Grinning, you settle into him again, resting your head on his shoulder as he absently played with your fingers. "...How long do you think we can hide out here?"

"As long as we want," he says confidently.

You sigh. "Probably not, considering that it's our wedding reception after all."

"That," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "is exactly why we can do what we want. It's our party. Plus I'm pretty sure they'll stay distracted by that infernal dance line for a while now..."

This makes you laugh. "Best gift they could ever give us!"

He grins at the sound of your laughter, unable to stop himself from leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Why don't we stay just a little longer? Just until we're both able to face all that again?"

"I like the sound of that," you agree. "But when we do go back, we do it together, okay? No more getting ambushed alone!"

Tapping the ring on his finger, then the one on yours, he says seriously, "No more doing anything scary alone, sweetheart."

You follow his gaze to the rings. "Ah, so that's what these mean." You smile. "That sounds perfect to me."

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"I Will Not!" Jimin x You

"How on earth did we end up with so much stuff?" you ask as you study the stacks in front of you.

Your brand-new husband comes up behind you, snaking his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. "Because people love us," he says with a grin.

You laugh. "People love you."

Jimin frowns and pulls you into his arms more securely. "People love us."

You twist around to look at him. "Okay, okay," you agree, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right. You win. Everyone adores us."

"Very good." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles suddenly.

"...What?"

He shakes his head slightly. "Nothing. You're just beautiful. Like always. Except now..." his grin turns cheeky. "You're officially my beautiful girl.

"Yep," you agree, feeling your heart pound a little. "I am." Pushing back a step, you pretend to smooth out your gray hoodie. "I think I should've just married you in this, though." Tired of being in your gorgeous, expensive wedding dress, you'd changed into a hoodie and sweats as soon as the last guests had left---though you'd kept your hair in its beautiful, curled updo.

He shrugs, still grinning. "Whatever you think, babygirl. Do you wanna do it over again?" He reaches for your hand. "We can do it right now, if you want. Just like this."

You study him; unlike you, he was still in his tux pants and button-down shirt---though you'd taken the liberty of having him undo several of the top buttons. "Hmm...." you pretend to think. "No one's here to perform the ceremony." But you still take his hand, unable to stifle the delighted giggle as he pulls you into him suddenly.

"That's all right." He takes both of your hands in his, mimicking the stance the two of you had taken earlier that day. "Do you take me to be your husband?"

Even though it's a joke, you feel your heart go all squishy at the question. "Absolutely. I'll take you forever." You barely finish your sentence before he's pressing a kiss to your lips. "Hey," you say when you break apart, "That part's not supposed to happen yet!"

"Okay okay okay." He straightens, holding your hands in chaste position again, though there's still that twinkle in his eye. "Do I take you to be my intelligent, beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife?" He pauses.

"Well? Do you?" you prompt.

"I do," he says softly, and the gentle determination in his voice takes your breath away. "I'm the luckiest man alive, of course I do." He starts to lean in again, but you interrupt him.

"We now pronounce each other husband and wife!" You drop his hands, reaching instead to wrap your arms around his waist. "Kiss me!"

He obliges, taking your face gently in his hands before taking your breath away.

This time when you break away, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed, and whispers, "I love you."

"I love you too, Jiminie," you say, opening your eyes to get a sneak peek of him, this wonderful, gorgeous man who was now yours forever. You stay there a moment longer, before reaching out to kiss his cheek. "Now. We'd better get all of this out of here..."

He sighs, but pulls back and nods. "You're right." Eying the stuff again, he says, "I think we can get this done in two trips."

After the first trip out to your car, you realize he's right, so as you carry out the second round of boxes, you pause for a moment to thank the staff for their hard work. As you turn to go, one of them says smilingly, "Have a wonderful evening, you blessed newlyweds!"

As soon as you're outside, you turn to look at Jimin. "We're married. I can't get over that."

He laughs giddily. "Yes, we are. We're married." Suddenly overcome, he tips his head back and says it again, this time at the top of his lungs. "We're married!"

You laugh, caught off guard by his sudden outburst, but he wasn't done.

"I got married to the most beautiful woman in the universe," he's going on, still carrying the boxes tot he car. "I love her, I love her, I love her!"

You reach the car first, shoving the boxes in before you drop them from laughing so hard. "Shh!" you manage, reaching out for him. "It's late!"

"I don't care! I have the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful wife!" he continues at the same volume.

Before you have a chance, someone down the street is suddenly yelling back, telling your husband to shut up.

His grin grows even bigger as he put his boxes in the car and turns on his heel to yell out again: "I will not!" He grabs your hand, pulling you to him. "She's my wife and the whole world should know it!"

Seeing no other option, you lean up and kiss him, closing the car door as you do. "All right, all right," you say when you release him. "I think they get it. Let's go home now!"

He nods, but you catch that glint in his eye again and reach out to catch his chin in your hand.

"Come on, Mr. Park," you say, smiling a little. "Your wife is tired."

It works like magic. He brushes a strand of your hair back and kisses your forehead. "Let's go home, my lovely bride."

He opens your door and shuts it behind you. You watch him carefully as he walks around the hood of the car, relieved when he makes it to the driver's door without incident. He opens the door, climbs in, starts the car---and then, before you can stop him, rolls down his window and yells again: "I'M MARRIED!!!!"

You can't even be that mad.

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"They Can Wait" Taehyung x You

Your sister slips her arm around your waist, squeezing you once before effortlessly pulling you away from the conversation with a pleasant smile directed at your second cousin's uncle's friend. "Not that we don't love Mr. Talks-A-Lot," she says as she guides you across the room, "But it's 9:45!"

"Oh. Thanks, I completely lost track of time. I feel bad, though, I know there's some people I haven't talked to yet...."

She rolls her eyes. "No way. This is your day. You do what you want! Remember?"

You smile at her enthusiastic encouragement. "Right, right." You turn to scan the room, looking for---

She squeezes you again. "He's already back there. I came to get you."

Wrapping your arms around her in a hug, you can't help but fix her hair as you release her. "You're the best. What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," she shrugs. The two of you are near the hall that leads to the changing rooms that had been set aside for you and your new husband. "I'd offer to come help you out of this," she lifts a section of the lacy, white skirt of your dress, "but.....I think someone else can handle that." She gives you a little wink.

You give her a playful shove. "Mind out of the gutter, dummy."

She makes one last face at you before leaving, weaving her way effortlessly through the throngs of people still lingering at your reception. The event officially ended at 10:00, but earlier that day you had decided you were not staying all gussied up past 9:45. The guests could say goodbye to comfortably-dressed newlyweds instead.

You push open the door to the changing room and find the most gorgeous man in the world waiting for you. "Hey good-lookin'," you say with a grin.

Taehyung turns, already smiling his crooked, boxy smile at you. "Hi honey."

Crossing to where he stands, you accept his kiss eagerly. "Can you believe how amazing today has been??"

"Of course," he agrees with a shrug. "Every day with you is amazing," he adds with a wink.

You roll your eyes but laugh anyway. "It's been so fun, but I'm exhausted. I'm glad it's time to change." You reach up to take off your dangling, sparkly earring.

He stops you, reaching out to grab your wrist gently. "Wait."

"What's up?"

Smiling a little shyly, he reaches behind him with his free hand and produces a camera.

You sigh, but can't find it in yourself to be truly annoyed with him. "More pictures, Tae?"

He slides his hand down your arm to rest on your hip. "Just a few," he says persuasively. "I just wanted to get a few of you in your dress, my beautiful wife. I want to remember this day forever." When you blush at the compliment, he leans down and kisses your cheek. "Please?"

You give in immediately, turning your face to catch his lips in a kiss. "All right. But can we do it quickly? My comfy clothes are calling my name!"

His face breaks into a delighted smile, more little boy now than grown-up gorgeous man. "Of course!" He pulls you into him, catching your lips eagerly for a more intense kiss.

"Okay okay okay," you laugh as you pull away. "If you want pictures, you better not ruin my makeup just yet."

"Oh definitely not," he agrees seriously. He fixes a strand of hair behind your ear, then leans in and whispers, "The makeup ruining comes later tonight."

You shiver as his lips graze your ear and hit his stomach lightly. "No teasing!"

He giggles and steps back, looking altogether too pleased with himself.

Taking a small breath to calm your now-racing heart, you self-consciously straighten your skirt. "So...how do we start?"

For the next 15 minutes, you move from standing next to the giant flower arrangements that decorate the changing room to sitting on the ornate, velvet-covered couch while Taehyung poses you, murmuring encouragement and instructions in equal measure. Though you remain fully-clothed and he stays at a distance, the moment feels so intimate and beautiful that you can barely contain the way your heart swells as you watch your brand-new husband take yet another picture.

"Lovely." Taehyung has finally lowered the camera, watching you with a look that's mostly joy and just a tiny bit of lust. "My beautiful wife. Thank you."

You smile but before he can put the camera away, you lift one hand and beckon him to join you on the couch. He grins and bounds towards you, collapsing next to you happily.

Turning to face you, he asks, "Is it makeup ruining time now?" with a little wink.

Every part of you wants to answer yes, but you manage to keep it under control. "Not yet," you laugh, pushing a strand of his hair back out of his face. "You have pictures of me; now I want some pictures of us."

He smiles playfully. "Isn't that what we hired a photographer for? Isn't that why Jungkookie had his camera out the whole day?"

"Sure," you agree. "But...I like your style better."

He swells with pride. "Okay then," he says, trying to fake modesty. "Let's take some together!" As he goes to lift his camera again, he catches sight of his watch. "Oh...but...it's getting kind of late. What about all our guests?"

Leaning over, you kiss his cheek softly. "They can wait. This is our day."

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"Millions of Dances" Hoseok x You

"Yes, yes," he's saying, one arm hovering behind the guests as they walked to the door. "Thank you so much for coming! I hope you had a nice time!" He doesn't wait for them to answer, still smiling brightly as the doors closed behind them.

"Hobi," you say, stifling a laugh. "Do you happen to have a hot date I don't know about??"

He turns to you with a grin, reaching up to adjust his tie as he moves to where you stand in the center of the emptying reception hall. "You don't remember?" he asks, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"Hmm..." you pretend to think, feeling giddy at the way your face still flushes at his proximity. "And if I don't? Do I lose good wifey points?"

His grin turns cheeky. "What kind of points did you say?

You roll your eyes. "You heard me."

"Yes," he agrees, moving closer until his lips are inches from yours. "I just wanna hear you say it again..."

Exhaling playfully, you meet his eyes and say slowly: "Good. Wifey. Points." You catch just a glimpse of his euphoric smile before he closes the gap and kisses you.

When he finally pulls back, he takes just a second to smooth out the bodice of your wedding dress. "That's what I thought you said."

You smile and take your turn, straightening his collar. "Actually," you say after a second, "I usually hate the word wifey."

"So I should avoid calling them 'good wifey points' unless I want to lose all of my Good Hubby Points?" he says with a completely straight face.

"...Is it too late to take this back?" You study your ring.

He taps your rear playfully. "Don't even joke." Stepping back (but keeping one hand on the small of your back) he surveys the room. "How many are left?"

You laugh. "Are you playing some kind of game?"

"Not really. I just want them all to leave."

You raise an eyebrow: this was completely contrary to his usual people-loving persona. "Is something wrong?"

Instead of answering, he just gives you a little wink before his attention gets caught by something behind you. "Oh!" he powers-up his charming side again. "Thank you so much for coming!" Lowering his voice, he leans in to kiss your cheek as he says, "I'll be right back, angel."

"Okay. Hubby," you add as he starts to leave.

He turns to give you a look before re-focusing on the lingering guests.

Smiling to yourself, you take a moment to stand in the center of the hall, reliving the night for just a moment. It had been a great party, the perfect way to celebrate the beginning of your and Hoseok's next journey together.

"Excuse me?"

Your eyes snap open and you turn to find the hall's manager waiting patiently for you to come back to yourself. "Oh. Sorry." You feel your ears go red, a different sort of blush than before.

He smiles quickly. "No problem. Congratulations on your beautiful day."

"Thank you," you smile back. "It's a beautiful hall. I'm so glad we were able to use it."

He inclines his head slightly. "I am about to clock out for the evening," he begins to explain. "So I wanted to bring you the keys."

You hesitate. "The keys?"

"Yes. You arranged to have use of the hall after the reception hours." The man is clearly exhausted but remains polite despite it. "In order to lock up after you're gone, as agreed, you'll need these." He once again extends the keys to you.

"O-oh. I..." You look over your shoulder for your boyfr---husband---but at that exact moment he appears behind the manager.

"Those are the keys?" he asks cheerfully.

"Yes. If you'll just follow the instructions we sent, everything should be squared away." The manager switches to offering him the set of keys, which Hoseok takes happily.

"Thanks so much. It's such a beautiful building. You made our day even that much better!"

You can't help but smile at this; it was one of the things you loved most about him, his never-ending desire to make people feel special and appreciated.

The manager nods again and, with a quick, final look in your direction, bids you both a goodnight.

When he's gone, your husband takes another quick look around; finding the hall now empty, he seems satisfied.

"Hobi...." you say. "What am I missing?"

He turns to you with another grin. "Nothing, my precious wife."

"Hey---"

Giggling, he reaches for your hand and tows you towards the DJ booth.

"Why did we book the hall for time after the reception?" you ask again, allowing yourself to be guided along but still curious. "...Is everything okay?"

He simply squeezes your hand and then drops it, leaning into the booth to queue something up. Suspicion starts to creep over you, but you decide to wait patiently. The reward is instantaneous when your song---the one you and Hobi loved the most---starts pouring from the hall's speakers.

Turning to you, he takes your hand again and guides you back to the dance floor. "I just wanted this," he says quietly, pulling you into his arms.

"This?"

Drawing you closer, he starts a slow dance. "This," he repeats, leaning in to kiss you.

You settle into his arms, overwhelmed suddenly by the moment, by how much you love him, by how perfectly happy you are. Just the two of you, dancing together in the emptied hall, the first night of your married lives together.

As if he were inside your head, your husband leans in to kiss you again, then says, "This is the first night of the rest of our forever, angel. The first dance of millions."

You laugh a little self-consciously as he gently wipes away your sudden tears. "Millions?"

"Millions, billions, trillions..." he smiles. "I know things aren't always going to be easy," he adds more seriously. "I won't always be able to empty an entire hall so I can spend some time with just you. But I can promise you that I will always dance with you."

"Dancing together for the rest of our lives," you say, squeezing him a little tighter.

"For the rest of forever," he corrects softly. "The best hubby and wifey dance team ever."

"....Don't ruin it."

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"A Lot of Bests" Namjoon x You

It had been a whirlwind: ceremony, dinner, reception, dancing, laughing, singing, pictures, food, more pictures, more food, happy-tears, cake, bubbles, confetti, change of clothes, triple-checked luggage, airport traffic---but finally, finally, you and your new husband were alone together.

Well, almost.

You look up to where Namjoon is standing at the counter, double-checking your seat reservations for the red-eye flight that would take both of you to your perfect honeymoon paradise. With his hectic schedule, the only way you were able to even have a honeymoon was by leaving directly after the celebrations, trying to soak up as much time-off as possible. It had made for an insanely-paced day, but now, sitting in your comfy travel clothes---your hair still done up fancy and makeup still perfect---waiting to explore a new corner of the world with the man you loved most....You couldn't complain.

Namjoon returns to where you're sitting, and you can't help but internally groan a little at how gorgeous he looks.

"Everything okay, baby?" you ask, smiling as he stretches a little before collapsing in the seat next to you, slumping down and stretching out.

He rolls over to press a kiss to your shoulder. "Yep," he says happily. "Our seats are secure, we're all checked in, and there is no delay to slow us down!"

Reaching over to smooth down a strand of his hair, you hum contentedly. "That's great, Joonie."

"How do you feel, wife?" he asks, unable to hide just how giddy the simple term makes him.

"Amazing."

He grins and takes your hand in his, pressing it to his lips before letting it settle against his chest.

"It's so weird how empty this place is..." you say, lowering your voice a little. "It's almost like a zombie movie."

He nods seriously. "You're right. A zombie movie would open with a perfectly blissful scene like a wedding..."

"Perfectly blissful?" you repeat with a little grin. "Is that what our wedding day was? Perfectly blissful?"

"Yep." He doesn't hesitate.

You squeeze his hand. "You're right."

The two of you are quiet for a moment, his thumb rubbing lazily over the back of your hand.

"What was your best part?" you ask after a moment.

He thinks about it.

He's quiet for so long, you have to lean forward to see if he accidentally fell asleep. "You can't think of one??"

"Oh, stop," he squeezes your hand. "The problem is there are so many."

You smile. "True. Wanna know what my best part was?" When he hums softly in agreement, you settle into your seat a little better and begin. "Well," you amend, "One of my bests. It was the moment they said 'I now pronounce you husband and wife.' Because we're married. You can't get rid of me now. We're married." You feel your own perfectly giddy smile cross your face.

He laughs; in the nearly empty airport, the sound echoes and carries. "You're right, we are. But that's so funny..."

"What?"

"....because my favorite moment was right after they said that." He turns to look at you. "Because of the look on your face." He smiles as his eyes wander over your expression. "So happy, so perfect, so beautiful, so....mine."

In an instant, you're out of your seat and crowded into his, tangled up together as you kiss him.

When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his. "That was a really good one, Joonie."

He smiles. "I love you."

"I love you too. ....I thought of another best."

He laughs. "Well," he shifts in his seat, holding you more comfortably in his lap. "It's a good thing we have..." he checks his watch, "50 minutes until boarding, because so did I. I thought of a lot of bests."

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[apriorisea]

What do you think each of the boys top “love languages” are? (Acts of service, words of affirmation, etc)? You write so well, love ur blog 💛

-- Hi!! Thank you so much for your sweet words^^ That’s so nice of you. Also, wow, this is such a great question!!! I love thinking about how to categorize personalities, so I really enjoyed pondering this for a while 🤔😅Eventually I just went with what made the most sense to me, but undoubtedly these opinions could change over time. And, of course, these are just *my* thoughts, so I’d really love to hear from everyone whether they agree or disagree and why~ Thanks again and I hope you are having a great day/night 💜💕

BANGTAN LOVE LANGUAGES

Seokjin: Quality Time      -I think you could make a strong argument that he is also “words of affirmation,” especially given how much he courts praise (worldwide handsome, my handsome face, yes I’m handsome, etc etc), but.....I would also say that exact reason is why it’s not his love language. I think his personality is such that if it were his true love language, he wouldn’t be so bold about asking for it or encouraging it. So....for me, the thing that really makes sense for Mr. Worldwide Handsome himself is quality time. Of the 7 of them, Jin had the most opportunity to experience a “normal life.” He was already a college student by the time he was recruited, so I have always felt that, for him, the magnitude of their fame and the ways it changed his life has been a little bittersweet. No matter how grateful he is for his life and proud of his work and happy to be what he is, I can’t help but feel that he mourns the loss of that normalcy in a deeper way than the others. Therefore, I think it truly means the most to him when he is able to spend free, unbothered, private, and significant time with people he cares about. The ability to set down the title of “BTS’ Jin” for just a moment and be relaxed in company where he feels completely comfortable and cared for and normal is a dream situation for him. 

Yoongi: Physical Touch      -So Yoongi is, in my opinion, the most empathetic member of the group---the one who is always silently watching, listening, observing, and then handling whatever comes up. He is painfully aware of the needs of every person around him and doesn’t hesitate to step up and fill those needs where he can, and if he can’t do it alone, he helps the person find the solution elsewhere. Because of this, I think he’s very well versed in giving love in the form of words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time, and even occasionally giving gifts. However, I think the way he craves affection is through physical touch. Words of affirmation is a close second to me, but I think, genuinely, when he is as in-tune to the emotions and needs of others sometimes he just needs someone to hold his hand. I also think that, for him, physical touch and quality time kind of come hand-in-hand (no pun intended): his idea of being loved is sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with someone who loves him for a long period of time. Someone who will cuddle him and hold his hand and hug him when he’s tired and stressed, when he can’t sleep at night, when he is too overwhelmed to even work. Being in a loving, comfortable environment to him means being in one where puppy-piles on the couch aren’t unheard of, where it’s not strange to bustle around the kitchen bumping into each other, and where a touch on the arm is as commonplace as a smile. 

Hoseok: Acts of Service      -J-Hope is the toughest one for me, for reasons that I can’t quite explain. I think he plays such an important role in the group that has so many nuances I can’t really pin any one love language on him---except, for some reason, the one that sticks out the most to me is acts of service. For someone who has, by his own admission, worked very hard to cultivate and embody a particular persona (one that is happy and carefree and positive), I can see him being really moved by having someone quietly do things for him that make his life easier. Making him a meal after a hard rehearsal, unpacking his things for him after a long tour, doing the dishes or taking out the trash so he doesn’t have to worry about it, etc etc. Doing the hard or tedious or daunting things for him so he has a chance to just relax, to put down the persona for just a moment and be babied a little. 

Namjoon: Words of Affirmation      -Words mean the most to Namjoon. He has intentionally surrounded himself with words his whole life: lyrics, languages, poetry, literature. He probably also enjoys an act of service or an odd hour or two doing something Namjoony (museums, nature, etc) with someone he loves, but I think, when it comes right down to it, Namjoon communicates most and best with words. However, while others need words to praise them or acknowledge them, sometimes I think Namjoon simply craves conversation that stimulates his incredibly high level of intelligence. Sometimes, he just needs someone with whom he can discuss his deepest thoughts, opinions, philosophies, ideas, fears---and who will then affirm everything he has said; not necessarily agree, but just affirm that his thoughts are valid and interesting and provoking, to vibe with him on a similar level. Also, I think he really appreciates being told that his music, his actions, his life has had a positive impact on others. And, of course, I think he, who was mocked early on for his appearance, really thrills at being complimented for things beyond just his intellect and talent. 

Jimin: Receiving Gifts      -I know, I know: the cuddle monster of BTS is surely a “physical touch” person, right?? And if not that, then certainly the highly self-critical, sensitive, classically trained performer would surely crave “words of affirmation” the most, right?? ..........I won’t actually argue much against either of those, because I think Jimin, more than the rest of them, could probably easily fall into multiple categories. Does he love cuddling/hugging/physical closeness? Absolutely. Does he adore receiving praise or affirmation? Definitely. But here’s what I think about Jimin: he is one of the most empathetic people in the group. He’s caring, he’s observant---he’s completely willing to do whatever it takes to make the people around him KNOW they are loved. He’s intuitive and highly aware of the needs of others and acts on that intuition in a pretty selfless way. Because of this, I think it means a LOT to him when someone takes the time to buy or acquire something that he either needs or wants. It’s a sign that someone else has been listening or watching him as closely as he listens to and watches others. I think he is the sort of person who appreciates gifts (especially random ones) because it shows that the other person saw something that reminded them of him, totally at random or totally unprompted. (but yes, also physical touch and words of affirmation)

Taehyung: Words of Affirmation      -Honestly, he is the only one I feel most certain about. Taehyung needs to be told that he is doing well; more than that, he needs to be listened to. Some could argue that being listened to is more “quality time” (and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree) but I feel like hearing the right words and being able to comfortably say the right words to someone who is paying close attention are extremely similar. Taehyung seems to live off the praise of those who mean the most to him. Whenever he learns a new skill (painting, composing, ‘playing’ the violin) he wants to show the world: he wants to be told he has done well. He also very much dislikes being ignored or forgotten or spoken over---all very normal things to be irritated about, but they really seem to dig at him. I could get into a whole discourse about why I think this is (his position in the group, his history within the group, his particular personality etc etc), but for now I’ll just leave it with this: Taehyung is the sort of person who loves to cuddle, loves to receive thoughtful gifts, and enjoys spending time with those he loves---but what he needs most is to hear good things about himself and his accomplishments, to be reassured, to be recognized, and to be heard.

Jungkook: Quality Time      -Here’s my thinking: as the baby of the group, as the precious maknae that was raised by these 6 other men, Jungkook received (and still receives and will continue to receive) all the physical touch (cuddling, hugs, hand-holding, playing with his hair, etc etc) and words of affirmation ( “golden maknae”, he’s the coolest, everything he does is great, so handsome, talented, etc etc) a person could ever possibly want. He’s literally never lacked those things; he has ALWAYS had at least 6 other people to snuggle him and praise him (nevermind the millions of ARMY that would kill to do the same 😂). At the opposite end of the same stick, since he is the youngest I don’t think receiving gifts is anything new or special to him; plus he seems very much the sort of person who RELISHES his ability to provide for himself (see: his fancy car, apartment, etc). He’s also been raised in an environment where things are done for him as a matter of course, so acts of service doesn’t seem to fit either. Therefore, I think one thing that means the most to him is quality time. Actually, quite similar to his hyung-nim and best buddy Jin, I think he also genuinely craves any opportunity to spend quiet, private, meaningful time with those he cares about (although for an opposite reason: Jin aches for a life he used to have, Jungkook yearns for a life he never had a chance to experience). This is also why I think he’s always very vocal about how much he loves and misses ARMY: the time spent at concerts/performances is quality time to him, an opportunity to spend time with some of the people he loves the most.

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[apriorisea]

Grocery shopping with BTS pls? 💕

--I love this idea so much, thank you for the request!! I hope you like my take on it~~ 💕💜

Seokjin: 

When it’s time to grocery shop, you always clear a few hours on your schedule

Because when you shop with Seokjin, it’s an event

He has to test at least 4 shopping carts to find The Best One

You’re never exactly sure what his criteria is for The Best One, but trust his judgment completely

Once the cart has been chosen, he very calmly leans against it and waits until you tuck your arm through his before beginning the journey

No shopping list needed

He loves to take his time in the store

The two of you wander up and down every aisle, grabbing whatever you need or want

You never skip an aisle--NEVER

Pet aisle? Check. Toys aisle? Of course. Household cleaning? Definitely. Automobile accessories? Duh.

The two of you don’t even talk that much

You just enjoy shuffling around the entire grocery store together, grabbing things off the shelves as needed

When you’ve made your way through every aisle, he stops and turns to look at you.  “What do you think, Princess?” he asks with a small smile. “Did we get everything we need?” You glance at the cart and grin. “I sure hope so!” “Should we go home then?” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Yes. Let’s go home and make that pasta!” He tucks your arm back through his and guides you both towards the checkout lines.

After you load the groceries into the car together, he always wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you before you go home

Yoongi: 

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, handing you his phone. “Did I miss anything?” Smiling faintly, you take the device from him and scan the list. “Nope. It looks good to me. Are you ready to go?” “...You didn’t look at it for very long.” “Yoongi, I---” but you cut yourself off at the sight of his disgruntled expression: he’s too cute to be annoying, you decide. Shaking your head slightly, you look at the shopping list again. “I promise, baby, it looks good. You never miss anything!” He seems more satisfied as he takes his phone back. “I made a new category this time,” he adds as you both go to put your shoes on. “Different types of vegetables.” You smile, unable to hold back how much you love this absolute nerd of yours. “I saw, baby. It’s genius.” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Just like you!”

Since he loves to cook so much, Yoongi takes shopping pretty seriously

He always has a plan for what meals he wants to make/eat for that week, and uses that to create the most detailed shopping list you’d ever seen

It’s got everything: organized sections, subsections, items sorted by category, etc etc

Because he’s so organized, shopping trips never take very long

The two of you move from one aisle to the next with perfect efficiency, following his list easily

While you shop, you talk: about his day, about your day, about politics and the weather and gossip and plans for the week

The only time you don’t talk is when he has to choose something, like a piece of produce or cut of meat

He takes his time, wanting to get the absolute best

While he studies the stalks of broccoli, you slip behind him and wrap your arms around him, absently kissing in-between his shoulder blades while he deliberates

When he finally makes his decision, he always turns to show it to you

Though he’s the expert, he waits until you approve before putting the item in the cart

He also definitely has his own way of organizing the things in the cart, so that when you reach the checkout, everything is ready to go

He won’t admit it out loud, but as the two of you drive home, you can tell how secretly pleased he is with the venture

Hoseok: 

He always starts the shopping trip with perfectly clear intentions

As you drive to the store, he happily chatters away about the things you guys need to get and what brands are best

But every single time, without fail, the plan falls apart as soon as the actual shopping begins

It’s not always the same item or aisle, but there’s always something that catches his interest and derails the entire plan

“So we should probably get the veggies first,” he’s saying cheerfully, walking alongside you as you push the cart. “And then---” You can’t help but grin as you hear him fall silent abruptly. “Hobi? What is it?” “Angel...” he tugs the cart in a different direction, leading you towards the meat section. “I know we were going to do salad and pasta tonight, but...” His eyes are wide and he’s practically salivating as he looks over the prime cuts of beef.  Swallowing your laugh, you bump your hip against his. “Do you wanna do meat instead?” He turns to you with puppy-dog eyes. “Can we?” The laugh breaks through, but you reach up to kiss him at the end of it. “We can do whatever you want, my hope.”

The rest of the shopping trip is centered around the side dishes that will accentuate the newly chosen main dish

Sometimes he ends up buying the things needed for the original plan anyway

He doesn’t like to push the cart, mostly because he gets distracted easily

Sometimes you feel like a mom taking your kid shopping, because he’ll wander away from you to investigate something for a bit

But he always comes back and holds on to the side of the cart again, letting you tow him along to the next stopping point

You’re not entirely sure why, but he really likes to pay in cash for groceries

On the way out to the car, he steals the cart from you and hops up on the back to go for a little ride

All the way home he’s chattering about how excited he is about the new plan

Namjoon: 

He is one of the most brilliant men on the entire planet, you’re certain

But grocery shopping is one of his kryptonites

The entire shopping trip is literally just kind of a mess

Without a set plan, Namjoon’s quick mind races ahead of his logic

So you start in the grain aisle

But suddenly he decides you have to go to the frozen section all the way across the store for some ice cream

After the ice cream, he remembers you need vegetables, so you go back to the opposite end of the store

You guys hop from aisle to aisle at a whim

This usually means you have to double back sometimes

It also means you frequently go down the same aisle more than once, because he forgot another item the first time

“Okay,” you grin, putting the loaf of bread into the cart. “Bread - check!” “Perfect,” he grins back. “Now...oh! We definitely need eggs.” Trapping you in between the cart and his broad chest, the two of you make your way to the refrigerated aisle for eggs. After the eggs are secured, you look up at him. “What now?” “Hmm...” he thinks for a moment. “Oh, Jin-hyung asked us to grab some bagels, too.” He whips the cart around, angling it back towards the aisle you had just left. You can’t suppress your laugh.  Looking down at you as he turns back down the bread aisle, he can’t help but grin at your giggles. “I know, I know,” he grumbles playfully. “I forgot earlier!” You squirm out of his arms to grab the bagels, placing them in the cart and looking back up at him. “What now?” Arching one eyebrow, you tease, “Cheese?” “No,” he says, shooting you a dirty look. “Next we need...” His confidence melts away. “....mimph,” he finishes with a mumble. “A what?” You press, returning to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I couldn’t hear you.” Exhaling heavily, he lets go of the cart and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead before saying explosively. “Milk! Okay, we need milk.” “Milk? You mean...the milk that’s back by---” “---by the eggs, yes.” “...You’re lucky I love you.”

No matter how messy the actual shopping trip is, the two of you always end up with exactly what you need

And you always have the best time getting it done 

Jimin: 

Like any other activity the two of you do together, Jimin can’t keep his hands off of you, even while you shop for groceries

Throughout the trip, he is constantly peppering you with little kisses

On the cheek, the forehead, your shoulder, your arm, the back of your neck, the top of your head, etc etc

Anytime you stop for an item, he pulls you into his arms somehow

He loves when it takes a while to decide which can of corn to grab, because that means he can wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder for a long time

Even though he’s clingy, he’s the perfect little gopher for you and will do whatever you want

“Jiminie?” you say, without looking up from the list on your phone. “Can you go grab me a good bag of apples?” He plants a final kiss on the crook of your neck and straightens. “Absolutely, my babygirl. Any certain kind you want?” He squeezes your waist. “Just get a good one. No bruises.” “Yes ma’am,” he agrees, leaning in to brush a kiss to your cheek before disappearing. While he’s gone, you maneuver the cart to the next thing on your list with one hand, keeping most of your attention on your list. Just a few more things--- “Babygirl!” You feel gentle but strong hands wrap around you, pulling your hand away from the cart. One arm still wrapped around you, Jimin puts the bag of apples in the cart and then pulls you against him. “I push the cart, remember??” You scoff a laugh, looking at him playfully. “I didn’t push it that far!” He pouts. “That doesn’t matter. It’s my job.” “Okay, okay.” You reach up to put your hand on the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, babe. Can you grab me that bag of marshmallows?” He eyes you. “Are you going to stay right here?” “Yes.” “And not touch the cart?” You laugh exasperatedly. “Yes!” “Okay, then.”

He always insists on pushing the cart

AND getting all of the heavy things

Though he never says it outright, you can always tell he’s just a little disappointed when the shopping trip is over

Any time he gets to spend with just you, uninterrupted, is his favorite time

Taehyung:

Two words: secret shopper.

The two of you start out with a list and a plan

And he’s the best at helping you fulfill that plan

He’ll grab things off the shelves without being asked or reminded

Most of the time he remembers to grab things you’d completely forgotten about

But every single time, without fail, when you get to the register and are unloading the items onto the belt, there are numerous things you don’t recognize

“Tae!” You hold up the box of Poptarts for him to see. “What is this??” He studies it for a moment. “It’s a box of Poptarts, honey,” he answers innocently. You sigh. “I know what they are, Taehyung, but what are they doing in our cart??” He shrugs, coming to you and taking the box out of your hand, squeezing your wrist before placing the treat on the conveyer belt. “They looked good.” “I didn’t even see you put them in there...” you mumble, watching the box zip towards the cashier. Turning back to the cart, you reach in---and find yourself holding a fluffy chicken-shaped dog toy. Turning to him, you simply hold it up wordlessly. “For Tannie,” he says, his boxy smile crawling across his face. “Look---it squeaks!” You can’t help but smile back. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” You put the toy on the belt. “I’m just concerned that I never even noticed it was in there...” When you turn back, he’s holding a box of your favorite candies---another item that definitely wasn’t on the list. “Here, honey-love,” he says, innocently, pushing the box into your hands. “I also grabbed these!”

Though you always end up with far more than you meant to get, he always makes sure to “secret-shop” you a couple of things you love too

When they’re in season, he always secret-shops you a bouquet of beautiful flowers

When using the self-checkout option, he always puts all of his secret-shop items into one bag

So on the way home he can randomly pull out little treats or surprises you might have missed

When you get home, he always leans across the center console in the car and kisses you seriously. “I love our shopping trips.”

Jungkook: 

Grocery shopping with Jungkook is pretty simple, really

He always likes to wear one of his giant, oversized hoodies

He drops you off at the front of the store then goes to find a parking spot so you don’t have to walk in the cold

You guys always push the cart together

He frequently sings along with the occasionally-corny music

The two of you work really well together, taking turns grabbing the things you need from each aisle

He always grabs the heavy things

But sometimes likes to make you struggle for the things on high shelves for a bit before stepping in to help you

He’s actually really good at making decisions

So anytime you’re stuck between two different kinds of pasta or two brands of milk, he’s always willing to step in and help you choose

The only real quirk he has about grocery shopping (and it’s tiny, really) is his undying and all-encompassing LOVE for the snack aisle

“All right,” you say, looking at the almost-full shopping cart. “I think that’s everything.” “Okay, cool,” he says, pretending like it hardly matters.”Soo....” “Soo...” you copy him. “Are you ready to go home?” His face falls. “Baby.” You laugh, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I’m kidding, babyboy. Let’s go to the snack aisle!” His bright, bunny-smile fills his whole face as he grabs the cart with one hand and your hand with the other and directs you guys towards his favorite place in the whole store. As he peruses the aisle very seriously, you watch him with a fond smile. “What would you do if I weren’t kidding, though?” “Hmm?” he asks, too engrossed in his search. “What if...” you say, moving closer to him, “One day I genuinely forget about the snack aisle?” He scoffs, reaching out blindly to snake an arm around your waist. “You would never do that, darling.” “Oh?” you grin. “And how do you know that?” “Because that would be breaking The Rule,” he says confidently, finally selecting a snack and tossing it carefully into the cart. “And you’d never do that.” “The Rule?” you repeat. “That sounds so fancy.” Giving you his full attention, he says very seriously: “Whenever we go to the store, we both have to leave with at least one tasty snack.” A tiny smile peeks through. “It’s The Rule.” “Ohhhhh...” you grin. “That rule. So did you choose your snack?” “One of them,” he winks, releasing you to study more items. “Choose yours, darling!”

After you have both selected your snack for the evening, he cheerfully steers the cart to the checkout stand

He always makes sure that the cashier leaves out the snacks so you can both enjoy them on the drive home

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[apriorisea]

Hi!!! I’ve been binge reading your writings these days! I really wanted to say that i loved it! My favorite one so far is BUT I STILL WANT YOU. I live for the angst! And your writing really did radiate jimin and oc’s pain. I could help but ask, is there a part 3? Beacause i couldn’t click on the link posted. Anyway, i hope you update on that story soon. I really liked it. And you really wrote kt beautifully. Thank you for sharing your work! 💜💜💜💜

-Hi! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I'm so glad you are enjoying my stuff, and grateful that you took the time to leave such a nice comment!

I hopefully fixed the link to part 3, but if not, here it is again! I Still Want You Part 3

Let me know if there are still any problems! Thank you again and I hope you are having a wonderful day 💕💜

#apriori sea imagines #apriori sea requests #apriori sea questions #i still want you #bts imagines #bts clean imagines #thank you so much!!

[apriorisea]

Yoongi said he has a rough time sleeping on tour bc of jet lag... imagine where you keep him company/help him fall asleep? 💕

"Relax” Yoongi x You

Clutching your favorite travel pillow, you sleepily follow Jungkook down the steps of the chartered plane into the bright afternoon sunshine. Your internal clock groans: it should be the middle of the night still. Caught up in your exhaustion, you nearly miss the final step and stumble, mentally preparing yourself for the fall that was coming.      Instead, you feel Yoongi’s hands on your hips, keeping you upright. He doesn’t release you until you’re steady on your feet once again. “Careful there, sweetheart,” he murmurs near your ear.       Smiling, you lean back against him a little in relief. “Thanks,” you say, once the two of you reach solid ground for good. Turning to face him, your smile grows bigger as you see his post-plane-nap messy hairstyle. Pressing your pillow into his hands, you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, quickly settling it into less of a mess.      When you’re finished, he leans forward and kisses you. “Am I decent now?” he asks with a quick grin.       “You’ll do,” you tease back.       Seokjin appears suddenly; he was smart enough to hide his messy hair under a baseball cap. “I forgot to leave him with my other stuff,” he says, extending his custom-made RJ plushy towards you. “Could you take him back to the hotel with you right now?”      You gasp dramatically. “Am I...am I being entrusted with...with THE RJ himself???”       He rolls his eyes.       You grin, taking hold of the doll gently. “Of course. Me and RJ will have a grand time together, won’t we?”       “Thanks,” he flashes you a genuine smile before turning to Yoongi. “We’re all taking one van to the venue, I guess. Are you ready?”       “Yes,” your boyfriend agrees. “I’ll be there in just a second.”       Seokjin nods and looks back at you. “Thanks again, Squid.” He grins playfully as he uses your nickname. “I expect to see him relaxing in my room when I get back.”       “I don’t know, Jin-oppa,” you say seriously. “What if RJ decides he likes it better with me?”       He gives you a look. “Don’t even joke.”       You laugh, lifting one of the doll’s arms to wave at him as he turns to go. Still smiling, you turn back to your boyfriend. “How long do you think you guys will be today?”      “Why?” he asks, one side of his mouth lifting in a crooked grin. “How much time do you need to pull off the great RJ-heist?”      “Nah, that’s too easy,” you say, lifting the doll and wiggling it around playfully. “Mission accomplished already.”       “Yah!” Seokjin’s voice carries all the way from where he stands next to the waiting van. “Don’t shake him like that!”      “Oops, sorry.”       Yoongi reaches out to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “Hopefully it won’t be too long today.”       You nod, leaning into his hand as he lets it rest softly on your cheek. “Agreed. Be---”       “Noona!” Taehyung appears, carrying his thick brown peacoat in his arms. “Can you please, pretty please, extra please take this back to the hotel, too? I think it’ll be too hot.”       You’re already reaching for the coat as Yoongi sighs. “Taehyung-ah, she’s not a delivery service.”      You give him a placating smile. “I don’t mind. Anything else, Taehyungie?”      “Nope!” He gives your arm a grateful squeeze. “See you later! Hyung,” he adds seriously, looking at your boyfriend, “We’re leaving in 5 minutes.”      “I got it,” Yoongi says patiently. “I’ll be there.” After the younger man is gone, he studies you and sighs again. “You sure you’re okay?”      Arms now full, you smile and lean forward, lips puckered; your smile grows to a grin as he gives you what you want. “Yes. Don’t worry, baby. Just have a good soundcheck. Are you guys also rehearsing?”      He smooths another strand of your hair back. “We’ll probably do a rough run-through of some of the more difficult things, but nothing extreme.”      You nod. “I---” Catching sight of something behind him, you grin.       “What?” He narrows his eyes. “What---”      Namjoon calls your name as he approaches. “I forgot to put this back in its case before we got off the plane,” he says, gesturing to his brand new tablet. “Can you---”      “Take it back to the hotel for you?” You cut in with a laugh.      He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah.”      “You got it, Joonie. Anything else?” You pivot to look at the van where the others are waiting. “Last chance to check your stuff with the Me-Express, no-stop delivery service headed straight to the hotel!”      “We love you,” Namjoon volunteers with a grin.       You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re lucky I love you guys, too.”      “Thank you,” he emphasizes, then: “Hyung---”      “I know, I know,” Yoongi interrupts him. “I’m coming!”      When you’re finally alone again, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close.       “How about you?” you say softly, smiling as you look up into his face. “Anything to send with me?”      He smiles back briefly. “Just this,” he answers, then leans in and kisses you.      When you finally break apart, you nod. “I think that’s my favorite item I’m delivering.”      “You think?” he asks, absently looking around to make sure he has all his things with him. “What about RJ?”      “Hmm...” you pretend to think. “A kiss from you has the tiniest edge over the world’s cutest alpaca.”      “Thank goodness,” he deadpans. Finally deciding he’s got everything, he looks back at you. “I’ll see you soon?”      You nod. “Be safe, baby.”      “Love you,” he says quietly, then turns and heads towards the van.       Watching them pile into the van, you wait until they’ve left before making your way to the remaining vehicles.       “Whoa. Can I help you with that?” one of the managers asks, raising his eyebrows at the load of things in your arms.       You laugh. “You can take the coat and the tablet if you want,” you answer. “But RJ’s off-limits.”

It’s dark by the time you hear commotion in the hotel hallway. Lying on your stomach, you reach for the remote and mute the TV to make sure it’s really them---the sound of controlled, comfortable chaos is unmistakable. Glancing at your watch, you’re both relieved that it’s not too late and worried that it’s that late for them to return, but both emotions are chased away when you hear Yoongi open the door to the room.      You slowly sit up, waiting for him to appear.       The automatic smile on his face when he sees you makes your heart squirm happily. “Hi sweetheart,” he says. His eyes dart around the room. “I won’t lie: I half-expected to see RJ in my spot there.”      “She wouldn’t dare!” Seokjin says from the hallway.     Yoongi sighs. “Goodnight, hyung!” he calls, then goes back and shuts the door more securely. Turning back to you, his smile grows even wider and he crosses to where you sit on the bed, taking your face gently in both hands and kissing you.       When you finally break apart, he plants another soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “I missed you.”      You grab the front of his shirt to keep him in place. “I missed you more. How was it?”     Ruffling a hand through his hair, he nods in satisfaction. “Good. The venue is huge, sweetheart, and the sound system is amazing. I can’t wait until you hear the title track tomorrow, it sounds perfect.”      You release him, watching as he wanders to the mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water, twisting it open as he talks. Too amped up, you think. You glance at your watch again: 2.5 hours.       “---and then the transition from Jungkookie’s song to Jin-hyung, it’s perfect, it might actually be my favorite thing in the whole show.” He’s still going, pacing around the room a little.       “That sounds amazing, baby,” you say calmly. “I can’t wait to see it. Did you eat yet?”      “I---eat?” He pulls up short, considering it. “No. Not yet. It---”      Four short knocks on the door cut him off. He goes to answer it, but you know who it is already.     “Hyung,” Jimin wanders in, dressed in loose sweats, hair messy. “Hobi-hyung and I ordered the dinner, do you want to come over to my room? Or---oh!” He spots you, a delighted smile crossing his face. “Noonaaaaaa,” he sings out, rolling onto the bed next to you. “Nevermind, we’ll eat here instead.” Sprawled on his back next to you, he pats your leg as a greeting and then focuses on his phone.       “Sure,” Yoongi agrees vaguely. He’s looking around the room, brow furrowed. “Sweetheart?”      “Yes?” You try to hide your smile, already knowing what he was going to ask. You absently reach out to fix a strand of Jimin’s messy, dyed-pink hair. “This is starting to fade already,” you add in an undertone to the younger man. “Are you going to re-do it before the concert?”      “Do you know where my equipment bag got put?” Yoongi’s still focused on his own task.        “It’s over there, babe,” you gesture. “Are you going to unpack now?”      He nods, already preoccupied with the task.        “I don’t know,” Jimin finally answers your question, looking up from his phone. “We were talking about it today. Should I do more pink, or change it up?”       You shrug. “What would you change it to?”       “I haven’t done mint in a long time...” he muses.       “Mint?” You lift another strand of hair. “I’m not sure it’s faded enough to do that yet, Jiminie.”      He pouts. “That’s what stylist-noona thinks, too.”      By the time Hoseok and the food arrives, Yoongi has most of his stuff unpacked. You sit curled up next to him while he and the others eat, and though they all gradually start to calm down, their full bellies leading them to drowsiness, you can still feel the restless energy coursing through him. You glance at your watch: 1.5 hours.      “Uggh,” Hoseok groans. “So full.”      “You ate well,” you grin, reaching out to playfully pat his head. “Ready to sleep now?”      Nodding, he gets to his feet. “Yep. See you guys in the morning.”      “Wait for me,” Jimin says, rolling off the bed like a puppy. “Noona, are you coming to rehearsal tomorrow morning?”      “Yes. I’ve heard the venue is amazing,” you say, sharing a quick glance with Yoongi.       Hoseok nods enthusiastically. “It’s going to be a good show.”      “The best,” you agree lightly. “Goodnight, guys.” When they leave, closing the door carefully behind them, you lean over to brush a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. “How was your dinner, my genius boy?”      He turns his head to catch your lips with his. “Delicious,” he says when he pulls back. “The food wasn’t bad either.”      You laugh, playfully rolling your eyes. “Are you ready for bed now?”      He shakes his head a little. “No...I think I’m going to work for a little bit.”      Even though it’s what you expected, you can’t help but sigh. “You need some rest, Yoongi.”      “I know.” He cups the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb fondly. “But I’m still too awake---the jet-lag and everything. I won’t be able to fall asleep yet.”      “Okay.”      “Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks, searching your face. “I’ll turn down most of the lights and work quietly...”      You shake your head. “It’s okay. I’ve got a couple things I need to do first.”      He kisses you one more time, then gets up, moving to the corner area of the room where he had set up his equipment. With little preamble, he slips on his headphones and is lost in his own musical world.       You turn the tv on to something quiet and lie back in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and smiling every time you hear him accidentally humming or singing to himself.      At 11:30, you quietly get up and rummage through one of your bags, finding what you need and taking it to the bathroom to get ready. By 11:55, everything is set.      At midnight, you walk over to where he’s still working, your eyes roving over the music program on his computer curiously. “Yoongi?” you say softly.       With his headphones on, he’s far too engrossed in what he’s doing to hear you.     Smiling faintly, you reach out and carefully slip the headphones off. When he looks up in protest, you gently run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and lean down to kiss him. Leaning back just a little, you murmur against his lips: “Time for bed, baby.”       He nods a little, obviously tired though still avoiding it.       Slipping your hand into his, you pull on it until he gets to his feet and lead him to the bathroom; he follows you obediently.      You were prepared for this: the first day was always the worst, getting settled into a new timezone and a different routine,  and he always came back from rehearsals a little amped up. As soon as the two of you stepped into the lavish bathroom, the scents washed over you, and you heard him take a deep breath. Dropping his hand, you go over to check the temperature of the bath water: you’d timed it perfectly. Satisfied, you turn back, moving past him to dim the lights.      “It smells incredible, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a tired mumble.       You move to stand in front of him. “It’s relaxing, isn’t it?” you say softly, reaching out to help him take off his shirt. “Come on, love: the water’s perfect right now.”      The two of you spend nearly 20 minutes in the tub, talking softly about his day, your day, his worries, the things he’s excited about, plans for the next stop. He holds you tight, your back pressed up against his chest, and every so often he presses lazy kisses to your neck and shoulders. By the time you climb out, he’s a little pruney but also far more relaxed: his eyelids start to droop a little as he gets dressed in his favorite pajama set.       When he’s finished, you take him by the hand again and guide him back to the bed; he doesn’t protest, sitting on the edge easily, but his gaze wanders to the hallway and he frowns slightly. “I don’t think I double-locked the door,” he says, making a move to get up.       You put a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “It’s okay, I’ve got it. Just lie down.”       He does as you say, a ferocious yawn breaking free despite his best efforts to keep it hidden.       You lock the door and turn out all of the lights until all that’s left is the lamp on your side of the bed. You’re happy to see that he’s crawled under the covers already. Moving slowly so as not to disturb him, you climb onto the bed next to him and reach for your phone. “What time do you have to leave for rehearsal?”      “9,” he says, his eyes opening a little more at the thought. “I didn’t set---”     “Shh,” you run your hand through his hair again. “I’ve got it, baby. Don’t worry.” You set a few alarms on your phone, ensuring that he’ll get up early enough to break the jetlag cycle, but not so early that he’ll be a total wreck the next day.      He looks up at you and a smile slowly crosses his face. “I love you.” He says your name softly a few times. “I’m so lucky you’re here with me.”      Smiling back at him, you turn on a soothing-sounds podcast, make sure both of your phones are plugged in and charging, then reach over to turn out your lamp. As the darkness settles, you crawl under the covers, laughing a little as he pulls you into his arms immediately. He holds you close against him, brushing a few soft kisses across your forehead.       “I love you, too,” you say quietly. “Just get some rest, okay?”      He nods sleepily.       “So a few of us were talking,” you begin, keeping your voice low and calm even as you feel sleepiness start to creep over you, “And tomorrow we’re going to get dinner from that amazing steak place again.”      “Mm?” He rubs your arm absently. “Sounds good, sweetheart.”      “Yeah.”      “We also...” He’s fading fast. “..Can’t forget to grab that camera Taehyungie wants...”      You nod, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Right.”      By this point, he’s completely relaxed in your arms, jetlag forgotten. His breathing starts to slow and even out, so you squeeze him tight and murmur, “I love you.”      The last thing he does before he falls asleep is kiss your forehead; then, he’s out, coaxed into a deep sleep by your carefully planned relaxation techniques.      Day 1, you think as you start to drift off, Check.

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[apriorisea]

Hiii~ sorry to bother you, i dont know if you're still taking request but can you write something where the reader had to turn down a job she really wanted and member (joon, hoseok or yoongi) comforts her? Ps you're my fav blog please keep writing💕

Hi! You’re not bothering at all~ Thank you so much for the request, and the feedback! You’re so, so sweet! It really means a lot. Here’s my take on the scenario, I hope you enjoy!! 💜💕

“Whatever You Want” Namjoon x You

“Okay.” You release a deep breath and turn to face Namjoon. “How do I look?”      He sits up a little, pretending to scrutinize your appearance before the grin breaks across his face. “Perfect,” he says. Then, suddenly frowning, he scoots to the edge of the bed and adds, “Except...come here, babe.”      “What?” you ask nervously, reaching up to smooth your hair. “What is it?” You move towards him when he doesn’t answer.       “Just...” He waits until you’re within his reach, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Smiling at your startled laughter, he says, “Just this...” before leaning in to kiss you softly.       When he finally releases you, you give him a look. “Namjoon, I love you---but if you just messed up my hair, I’m going to have to kill you.”     He laughs. “Fair enough. All right, up you get.” He stands up after you. “Let’s make sure you’re still perfect as ever.”      You roll your eyes at his comment, but when he runs his gaze over you, purposefully slow, you can’t stop your heart from beating a little louder. “Well?”      “As I said,” he grins, bending down to place a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek: “Absolutely perfect.”      Ignoring the blush that creeps over your face, you give him a sincere smile. “Thanks. Ugh, I’m so nervous.”     He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Don’t think about that,” he says. “Just soak it all in. You’ve worked hard for this, my love; you deserve all the good things. Did you eat lunch?”      You shake your head.      “Do you want me to make you something?”      You shake your head again, feeling sick.       “Okay, okay.” He squeezes your hand. “Just relax.” Releasing your hand, he grabs your long, black peacoat and helps you into it, careful not to disturb your perfectly planned outfit. “They’re going to love you.”      “As much as you love me?” you ask playfully.      He fakes outraged shock. “Never.” Grabbing the lapels of your coat, he pulls you to him slowly. “I just love you too much,” he murmurs, before brushing another kiss against your lips.       This time when he releases you, you’re ready to go. “Okay.” You exhale again, turning towards the door. “Wish me luck.”      “You don’t need it. You’ve got this, babe. It’s all yours, whatever you want.”      You smile. “See you tonight.”

The first thing you notice when you enter the office is the impossibly immaculate marble flooring.       The receptionist, a woman about your age, looks up and smiles brightly. “Good afternoon. May I help you?”     “Y-yes.” You clear your throat and try again. “Yes, thank you.” Handing her the paperwork (and making sure to keep your hand from shaking) you add, “I have an appointment?”      She studies the paperwork for just a moment, and you see her eyes widen at something. “Oh you---you’re here for the new position.”      “Yes.” It still filled you with giddy excitement: this was literally your dream job, a perfect position to reward all the work you had put in, the menial internships and starter jobs that had led you to this point. You almost don’t notice it when her face falls a little.       “Of course. One moment, please.” She opens her mouth like she wants to say something else before changing her mind. Grabbing the phone instead, she dials a few numbers then says into the receiver: “Yes, your afternoon appointment is here.” She listens, then hangs up. “If you wait just a moment, someone will take you back to the offices.”      You nod eagerly. “Thank you so much.”       She merely smiles, and an unsteady silence falls over you.       “The floors in this building are just gorgeous,” you say after a minute, trying to dispel the awkwardness and distract yourself from your own nerves at the same time.     “Oh, yes,” she agrees. “They’re the very best, top of the line. We only have the best here.”      You smile, even though her response doesn’t really invite much conversation. “How long have you worked here?”      “Six years.”      “Six--?” You cut yourself off. “Oh. That’s...that’s great. You must really like it here.” To yourself, you think: 6 years as an entry-level receptionist??       She doesn’t really answer.       The awkward silence falls again.       Finally, a door behind you opens and another woman (this one several years older than you) steps into the waiting area. “Hello,” she says with a practiced smile. “I’ll take you back now to meet with the boss.”      “Great.” You turn to the receptionist, but find her already engrossed in another matter. Uncomfortably, you take a quiet deep breath and cross to where the other woman stands. “Thank you so much.”      She just nods pleasantly, ushering you through the door.       The first thing you notice when you enter the work floor is that you are surrounded by men. Every single desk, every cubicle, is occupied by a man. The second thing you notice is that they all look the same; a sea of the same skin color, haircut, and expression.      Somewhere deep down in your stomach, a tiny pit appears. To distract yourself, you catch the attention of your guide. “How long have you worked here?” you ask, trying to keep a pleasant smile on your face.      “12 years.”     “Oh, wow. That’s great.”     She just nods. “I saw your resume,” she adds. “I graduated from the same university.”      “Really??” Some of the pit recedes. “What was your major?”     “Same as yours,” she says with a little tip of her head.      The pit whimpers. “Oh, that’s...that’s really cool,” you say falteringly.      She nods again. “I’m certain it’s changed since I was there,” she adds with a laugh. “It has been quite a while.”      “I---” The words die on your tongue as you distinctly hear someone call out “Damn, that’s some nice fresh meat” from behind you. Turning sharply, you’re unable to tell which cubicle the comment came from. You look back at your guide and are shocked to see her completely unaffected. Maybe she didn’t hear it... “They are constantly renovating it,” you agree belatedly.     Finally, the two of you reach the boss’ office. Without another word, the other woman reaches up and knocks three times on the door.      “Enter!” a voice calls from inside.     She pulls the door open and ushers you inside the office, where you find yet another man sitting at a desk. “Your 3:15, sir,” she says respectfully.      For the second time that day, a pair of eyes wander up and down your frame, but this time you just feel sick. “Ah,” the boss says with a smile. “Lovely. Come on in, doll, have a seat.”      You clear your throat and correct him with your name, trying to remain as polite and calm as you can.       His smile never wavers, but he ignores your correction and turns away from you to regard the other woman. “So, is the coffee-maker located in a different city, or...?”      She blushes deep crimson and nods her head awkwardly. “It’s coming, sir. Very sorry about that.”      “Don’t be sorry, just bring the coffee,” he says a little dismissively. “And better add a few muffins, don’t you think, doll?”      “Yes, sir. Of course.”      He waves her away. “Go on.”      The pit has swallowed your entire stomach and is now screaming.       “So.....” The boss fixes his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “I assume you’re familiar with our company?”      “Yes.” You try to ignore the pit, but it’s getting more difficult by the second. “Of course. I was thrilled, actually, to be offered a position here. It fits exactly what I’m looking for, and I think I can be a great asset to the team.”      He huffs a soft laugh. “Yes,” he agrees, “A great asset, indeed.”      “I’m sorry??”      Waving it away, he goes on, “Now doll---”      “My name isn’t doll.”      The faux-cheeriness falls away quickly. “Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he says derisively. “It’s just a term of endearment. Think of it like a compliment.”      Your mouth actually falls open at this one. “A--a compliment?”      “Yep. See, doll, we have a system here, an organic sort of environment where people go with the flow.” His eyes harden. “If you manage to remember your place within that environment, you’ll be just fine.”      You straighten in your chair. “It is highly unprofessional for you to address me in that way,” you say stiffly. “I believe I’ve already made my opinion on that clear.” You brace yourself for his angry retort.       Instead, he laughs in your face. Literally leans forward in his chair and guffaws at you. “Your opinion?? You think I’m hiring you for your opinion? Please.”      Your cheeks are hot. “Then what, exactly, did you hire me for?”      “Gotta fill a quota,” he shrugs, leaning back in his chair and leering at you again. “And that old hag out there clearly couldn’t cut it even as a waitress, so it’s time for her to go. One out, one in. By the way, do you know how to make espresso?”      “No,” you answer tightly, feeling the rage build inside you.      “Better learn, then, dollface,” he says with a wink. “Your looks are only 50% of why you’re here. Well, then.” He sits forward, shoving a stack of looseleaf papers in your direction. “Sign on the dotted line, look up a few coffee how-to videos tonight, and come ready to smile tomorrow morning, all right?” He literally pushes the contract into your hands. When you don’t respond, he finally seems to notice your seething anger. The pleasant facade fades. “Problem, dollface?” he asks intently, watching you. Before you can speak, he heaves a dramatic sigh and goes on, “Think carefully before you answer, sweet cheeks. You know how prestigious our company is. Don’t miss out on an opportunity just because of a little girlish pride.” He rolls a pen at you. “I’ll even let you use my expensive pen. Got this from the president himself. Go on, sign your name.”      You’re so angry you’re shaking, but you reach out and take the pen; you notice that it’s extremely high quality, carefully engraved with fancy lettering. It must have cost a lot. “My name,” you ask, your voice so quiet he has to lean forward to hear, “Or dollface?”      He guffaws again, but it’s cut short in surprise when you rocket to your feet.       “You’re disgusting,” you say, rage clipping your words. A million other insults are racing through your mind, but in the end you choose no words: instead, you drop the stack of papers back on the desk and spin on your heel, heading for the door. Yanking it open, you turn back: “To hell with you and your company,” you say, then hold his pen aloft---and promptly drop it in the trash.       Before he can speak, the other woman reappears, a mug of coffee and plate of muffins in hand. She takes one look at how your hands are shaking with fury, and instead of looking shocked or alarmed, she looks resigned. It only makes you angrier.       So in one smooth motion, you take the mug of coffee from her and carefully, deliberately, pour it into the trash.      “Hey! You crazy bitch---that’s my pen!!”       His outcry soothes some of your rage, and for the first time, you’re able to smile. Turning to the woman, you nod your head at the plate of food and say, “I’d throw those muffins in there, too, if I were you.”      Without another word, you leave the office, head held high all the way down to your car. As soon as you shut and lock the doors, you’re able to fully feel what the pit of fury has been covering: heartbreak.

As soon as you open the door to the apartment, you can smell it: pizza, from your favorite restaurant. No matter how good it smells, it can’t break through your layers of fury.     “Hail the conquering hero!” Namjoon sings out as he pops into view; in one hand he has a bouquet of daisies (your favorite) and in the other he’s holding a box of your favorite brand of expensive chocolates. “Welcome home, babe!”     You’re speechless. A quick scan of the room reveals the rest of his plans: the table is set with 2 boxes of your favorite pizza, the TV is on and your guys’ favorite video game is loaded, the controllers waiting on the empty couch. He had clearly planned a celebration of your “accomplishment.”       You can’t help it: the angry tears clog your throat, burning your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.       “Babe...” He looks shocked. Quickly ridding himself of the flowers and the chocolates, he goes to you. Taking your face in his hands, he says, “What happened??”      “I’m not going to work there,” you say hotly, tears still streaming down your face.       Fear is starting to mix with his concern. “What happened? Are you okay? Did---”      “I’m okay,” you manage. Carefully moving out of his grasp, you step all the way into the apartment, shrugging out of your coat and dropping it on the floor. “But that company---they’re just---”      Sensing how absolutely wild you feel, he changes tactics: grabbing your hand, he pulls you to the couch and sits down with you, turning towards you. “Tell me.”     So you do. You tell him everything, from the uncomfortable atmosphere and whispered catcall to the words ‘dollface’ and ‘sweet cheeks.’ You tell him about the way the man had spoken to you, his open admission about your position, the suggestive way he had looked at you. “How can a company like that still exist??? And those women, they--” you choke on a sob. “The one woman was exactly like me. She graduated with the same degree from the same university, and he turned her into a coffee-girl. I can’t believe I ever wanted to work for them! I hope their building catches fire, I hope both of those ladies quit, I hope he gets hit by a bus, I---” Your anger can’t even find words anymore. “It was disgusting. I should have--should have thrown that coffee in his face or-or something.” You suddenly realize that your boyfriend hasn’t said a word the entire time. Angrily wiping at your eyes, you turn to look at him; and find him absolutely livid. “...Joon?”      “I’m going to end him,” he growls. “I’m going to burn that entire place to the ground.”      “Baby---”      He gets to his feet suddenly. “I’ll make sure he loses everything, make sure the entire country knows the truth about that place.” He starts pacing, his mind racing in a thousand different directions. “The lawsuit will be easy---I’ll make sure both of those other women are compensated extremely well, I’ll make sure that he has to apologize to both of them---no, grovel at their feet and apologize!”       You sit back on the couch, watching him rant and rave; it makes you feel better, actually, to not sit alone in this fury.       “And you....I’m so sorry, babe, that you had to go through something like that.” His hands clench into fists. “I’m going to kill him for what he said to you, the way he treated you. I should’ve gone there with you, I would’ve knocked that smug smile off his face immediately.” He goes on, detailing all the ways he can bring the company down, the ways he’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. He goes on and on until the anger burns out.      And by the end of it, your anger’s been doused, too. Now all you can feel is the heartache. My dream job...what I’ve worked so hard for.. The tears bubble up again, this time in devastation instead of fury.      Noticing the change, he exhales heavily and returns to your side. Gathering you in his lap, he rocks you back and forth, pressing constant kisses to your temple and cheeks. “Oh my love,” he says heavily, “I’m so, so sorry.”      “I wanted it, Joon,” you admit tearfully. “I wanted that job so bad. Why did it have to be like this?”     “I know. It’s not fair.” He holds you close. “Oh, love, I wish I could have spared you from this. I wish I could fix it and make it all go away.”     You turn your face towards him, burying it in his neck, and sob.       The breakdown only lasts a few minutes, but the entire time he hugs you tight, reminding you that you weren’t alone. When you finally take a breath, he kisses your forehead.       “It’s going to be okay. An even better job will come. I know everything sucks right now, but it’s going to get better. Something amazing is coming your way, love, I know it is.” He kisses your temple and murmurs against your hair, “You deserve something better than that place anyway. You’re going to do amazing things. Something better will come.”      You take another deep breath and sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “I hope so,” you say thickly.       “It will.”      Managing a smile, you lean forward and kiss him briefly. “Thanks, Joonie,” you say softly, feeling much lighter. Your eyes dart to the discarded flowers and chocolates. “I feel bad I ruined the celebration...”      He shakes his head, squeezing you tight. “You didn’t ruin anything.” A faint smile crosses his lips. “How about....instead of pizza and video games, we do.....pizza and a bubblebath??”      You laugh.      He smiles happily at the sound. “I’m serious. How does that sound, my love?”       “Hmm...pizza in the bath?” You pretend to think. “Amazing.”      “Perfect, right?”      “Almost.” You get to your feet and hold a hand out to him, waiting. “But perfect actually is pizza and you in the bath.”      He grins and takes your hand, getting to his feet quickly. “Like I said: whatever you want, baby.” 

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[apriorisea]

"Ridiculous”

REQUEST: His partner has been slacking and been procrastinating for a very long time. Jimin (and/or any other member) is trying to motivate them and make sure to check on them and make sure they complete all their work on time.

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“Ridiculous”

You x Jimin

“This is ridiculous.”     Jimin gives you a faintly amused smile, but doesn’t stop moving, carefully arranging the bottles of water, juice, and milk he had set out in front of you.     “Hello?” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him.      This earns you a soft laugh. Finishing his organizing, he turns towards you. “Hello what?”     “I said, this is ridiculous.”     Still smiling, he reaches for you, taking your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. “My perfect babygirl,” he says sweetly, leaning in to kiss your cheek. Pulling back just slightly, he adds, “You’re being ridiculous right now.”     Your jaw drops in faux-outrage. “Me??? I’m being ridiculous??”     “Yes. But you’re still so cute when you’re ridiculous.”     “No way,” you say, folding your arms even tighter. “You can’t sweet talk your way out of this one, buddy. You called me ridiculous.”      Rolling his eyes playfully, he hooks an arm around your waist and tows you towards the desk where your laptop and study materials were all set up and waiting. “You need to work on your paper.”     “It’s not due for another 4 days!” you whine even as you let him settle you in the chair.      Kissing your temple briefly he says, “Honestly, that defense would’ve worked much better if I hadn’t heard it a million times already over the past 3 weeks.” Glancing at his watch, he adds, “You have all night to work. If you start now and really focus, you can finish it easy.”     You exhale heavily. He’s right, but that’s part of what makes it so annoying. “...Okay.”     “Okay??” he repeats brightly.      “Yes, yes, okay.” Softening a little as you look up at him, you can’t help but add, “Thanks, baby.”      Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours in a short but sweet kiss. “You’ve got this, babygirl. You’ll feel so much better when it’s done.”     “I know, I know.”      Planting another kiss on the top of your head, he murmurs into your hair, “I’ll be in the living room. Let me know if you need anything, ok?”     “Okay...” Now that he’d forced you to organize all your study materials and notes, you were starting to get pulled into the actual assignment, your focus shifting from whining at him to your term paper. “Love you.”      Grinning, he watches you slowly sink into your academic world. “Love you more,” he says quietly, then sneaks out of the room. 

You work for a good 30 minutes before the sound of your notification goes off, startling you out of your focus. Glancing at your phone irritably, you realize that the other members must be winding down from their day, because the Instagram group chat is suddenly flooded with memes and videos.      Before you can do anything, the door to your room flies open and Jimin appears. His eyes move across your increasingly-messy desk, stopping when they land on your phone. With one fluid move, he leans in to kiss your cheek and snag your phone at the same time.     You grab the front of his shirt to stop him from moving completely away. “They must be relaxing now, huh?”     He gives you a soft grin. “I think so.” The grin fades a little as another 3 notifications go off. “The memes will still be there after you finish your work, though,” he adds nervously, like he’s expecting you to be upset with him.      “Thanks Jiminie,” you say instead, reaching up to ask for another kiss.      He obliges, brushing your hair back from your face softly as he pulls away. “Anything else?”     When you shake your head, he sneaks out again, distracting device in hand. 

3 hours later, you hear a soft tap at the door.      Leaning back in your chair, you rub tiredly at your eyes. “Yes?”    “Hey babygirl,” Jimin says gently. “How’s it going?”     “It’s okay,” you say around a yawn. “I think I’ll be done in two hours.”     “Yeah?” he asks, his eyes lighting up happily. Coming into the room, he reaches down to massage your shoulders. “You’re amazing. Do you need anything?”     You allow yourself to relax as he works out the knots. “Nope. This is nice, though.” You smile at his soft chuckle.      “Are you hungry? I was kind of craving some popcorn...Do you want some?” he asks, finishing his work and leaning down to kiss the top of your head again.      “Hm...extra-butter style?”      He grins. “Of course.”      You sit forward, rejuvenated by his visit. “That would be awesome, baby. Thank you!”     “You’ve got it.”

An hour after you finish your popcorn, you have only two paragraphs left and you are utterly burned out.     “Jiminnnnnnnnn.....” you groan, leaning back in your seat, defeated.      He appears instantly. “You whined, my love?”     “I can’t do it,” you say dramatically, wilting in your chair. “It’s too much.”     “Aww, my poor babygirl...” he sympathizes, and in an instant, he’s pulled you out of your seat, taken your place, and resettled you in his lap. Hugging you tight, he glances at your laptop screen. “How much more do you have?”     Snuggling against him, you mumble, “One paragraph and the closing.”     “That’s it??” he laughs lightly. “Babygirl, that’s nothing.”     “It’s not nothing! I’ve gotten so much done but I’m just...ugh...my brain’s broken.”      Squeezing you tight, he’s quiet for a moment before saying, “You’ve done a lot tonight. Maybe you could come back and finish it tomorrow?”      “Ugh,” you groan again. “No. I don’t want to have to come back to it ever.”      He kisses your temple. “...Babygirl,” his voice takes on a new, persuasive tone, “If you can finish in the next hour, we’ll still have time to watch another episode of our show before bed tonight...”      You perk up a little. “Really? You don’t have to get up crazy early tomorrow?”     “Nope.” He rocks you back and forth a little. “How does that sound?”     You sigh heavily. “It sounds....good. All right.” You push carefully out of his arms and pop the joints in your neck. “I can do this.”     Kissing your neck a few times, he extracts himself from your chair. “Yes, you can! I’ll wait for you.”      “Forever and ever?” you tease.      “Forever and ever and always and until the end of the world!” he announces dramatically.      You roll your eyes playfully. “Now who’s being ridiculous??”     “See you soon,” he says with a little wink.     “You bet!”     He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, watching you with a fond smile. “That’s my girl.”

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[apriorisea]

Angst with yoongi or jungkook. Their girlfriend having a hard time but they didn't think it was smt serious so they weren't there for her and just focusing on work. She didn't say anything to them, just trying to deal with it alone but it's just keep getting worse. She lose some weight, always tired and not so cheerful like before. Eventually they realize it when she faint in their arms (i am sorry it's really long i hope you write smt like that, you are one of my fave writers 👍💜)

--Hi! As usual 😅I apologize that this took so long! Thank you so much for the idea and for your sweet compliments---I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy 💕💜

“The Problem”You x Yoongi

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you say, smiling as you lean across the center console to kiss Yoongi’s cheek. Your smile grows bigger as you see the pleased expression cross his face and add: “But I’m really glad you did.”    He turns his head and kisses you firmly. “I love you,” he says softly. “I’ll take any chance I can to be with you.” He rests his hand on the back of your neck, playfully holding you in place. “In fact, why don’t you just blow off work today, come with me instead?”    You groan, leaning into his arm and brushing your lips against the inside of his wrist. “Don’t tempt me.”    He smiles. “I’m sorry I can’t pick you up tonight. Do you want me to send someone?”    “No.” You lean forward to ask for another kiss, smiling when he gives you what you want. “I’ll just see you at home tonight. Try not to stay too late, okay?” When he smiles an agreement, you give him a wink and climb out of the car. “Love you!”    You’re still smiling when you enter the building, and just before you settle in at your desk, you pull out your phone: This was a terrible idea…you better just come back and get me ;)    His answer comes just as you are opening your email: Perfect. Let’s just drive and drive and drive, yeah?     Two seconds later, he adds: I LOVE YOU.    Grinning, you don’t even read the title of the email before you open it.    The happy mood evaporates immediately. It’s 8:32am on a Monday morning, and your boss is already fuming. The project you and your team had put together had apparently not met his expectations and the deadline to turn in a new, better proposal was by the end of the day. Feeling your stomach twist into knots, you turn to scan the office for your coworkers—meeting the eyes of one of them, you exchange nervous looks. It’s going to be a long day. 

   ��“He’s just not going to be happy with any of this,” Coworker #2 says, tipping back in his seat irritably. “None of it.”    Another team member, Coworker #3, pushes a strand of hair back behind her ear. “That’s a cheerful outlook, thank you.”    “You know the mood he’s been in lately,” he says darkly. “This feels like a head hunt.”     Glancing at your watch, you struggle to catch your breath. It was 1:36pm and the three of you had been working for hours on a new project proposal. 25 minutes ago the boss had sent a warning email, his tone none the happier. “What do you mean a head hunt?”     He throws his arms in the air exasperatedly. “You know, like, looking to fire someone to get over his bad mood.”     Your other coworker slaps his arm. “Stop it!” she says, genuinely angry. “You don’t know anything about anything. He’s not going to fire anyone over this stupid project!”     The door clicks shut as the fourth and final member of your team walks in, holding a coffee cup. “He knows enough,” he says, sipping his drink. “Word on the street is that we need to downsize and almost anyone could be the target.”    Your anxiety increases at his presence and arrogant words. “He’s not going to fire a whole team over a minor-level project,” you say coolly.    He fixes you with a look. “You’re right. All he needs is one scapegoat.”    Taking a deep breath to stay calm, you give him a look. “Well then, let’s spend more time working and less time talking, huh?”    He eyes you but doesn’t respond, slinking slowly into his seat. Your attention is soon turned to other matters, but you never really lose the pit of nerves that his words had opened. It sits there, festering like an open wound, demanding your attention even when you refuse. By the end of the work day, you are exhausted, mentally and physically, and by the time you reach your apartment, you are an anxious mess: the inside of your lower lip is raw from the constant worried chewing and your head is pounding from the stress.     As you climb the stairs to your apartment, you think about the day: your team had managed to complete a rough draft for the new project proposal just in time, and, though he wasn’t thrilled, your boss had agreed to give you the rest of the week to complete it. You bite down on your lower lip again. It’s not terrible, but it’s also not great.    Reaching your front door, you’re suddenly frozen by the sound of your coworker’s words echoing in your mind: “All he needs is one scapegoat.” Your stomach twists and you force another deep breath before you can open the door.    Stepping out of your shoes, you drop your bag to the ground and survey the apartment: there’s a basket of laundry sitting in the corner of the living room, waiting to be done, and a few dishes still in the sink. Releasing a slow, even breath, you try to let the familiarity of home calm you down.     The team had worked straight through lunch, and you vaguely realized that part of the reason your hands were shaking was because you hadn’t eaten since your piece of toast this morning for breakfast. You open a cupboard door, but as soon as your eyes land on the coffee mugs, your heart races as you hear it again: One scapegoat. You trusted that particular coworker about as far as you could throw him, and the two of you had been at odds constantly lately. I wouldn’t put anything past him, you think, and your stomach lurches. You shut the cupboard and head for the sink.    Sick of hearing your own thoughts, you turn on the TV after you’d finished the dishes and settle in to fold some laundry, trying not to think about the gaping hole of worry eating its way through your stomach. I just have to do the best, you think. I have to be the best member of the team. Then I’m untouchable.    Halfway through the basket of laundry, you hear the door unlock. Yoongi comes in, looking slightly disheveled though his frown fades at the sight of you. “Hi sweetheart,” he says quietly, lining his shoes up next to yours carefully. “Here, I’ll finish that. I meant to do it last night.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and joins you on the floor, reaching for the shirt in your hands.    His presence washes over you and you take a truly deep breath. “It’s okay,” you say, tipping your head over to rest on his shoulder. “How was your day?”    He sighs, and there’s so much in that simple sound that you forget all about your terrible day and turn to look at him.    “What’s going on?” you ask softly, reaching up to smooth a strand of his hair back.    “Long day. Taehyungie’s having a hard time lately, Jimin’s back is giving him problems…Namjoon has a bad case of writer’s block and we still need 4 more songs to even make a mini-album.” He folds the shirt and stacks it carefully on top of the others, then reaches for another. “We’re not sure if we can make the Australian tour happen.”    “Oh no,” you sympathize. “How come?”    “Venue availability, travel….basically everything.” He pauses in between shirts to rub his forehead tiredly.     You kiss his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know how important that tour is to you guys. I’m sure something will work out!”    The laundry now finished, he sighs again and sits back against the couch. Reaching out to pull you into his arms, he kisses your temple. “We’re going to figure it out,” he agrees. “But I’m going to be working a lot these next few days. Probably into the weekend,” he adds, waiting for your reaction.    You cuddle against him. “It’s okay, baby. Do what you need to do.”    “I love you,” he says softly, tipping your chin up so he can kiss you. “How was your day? Have you eaten already?”    The question knocks the wind from you. “Oh. It was fine. I…I already ate, yeah. Sorry.” You push out of his arms so he can’t feel the way your heart races at the lie. “Do you want me to make something?”    “Nope.” He gets to his feet. “We still have leftovers from last night. I’ll just have those. What did you have?”    You stack the folded laundry back in the basket and ignore the question. “I forgot about the leftovers. Hope they still taste good.”    “There’s a lot left,” he calls from the kitchen. “I’ll pack some up and you can take it for lunch tomorrow.”    You feel your stomach squirm. “Thanks.” You push the laundry basket back into the corner and cross your arms over your stomach, watching him as he moved around the kitchen, reheating his leftovers and packing yours for lunch tomorrow. Tomorrow. You think of your boss’ anger, the work left to do, your coworker’s sinister intent……Your hands go cold.    Yoongi brings his food into the living room, sitting on the couch and gesturing to the spot next to him. Some of the feeling returns to your fingers as you climb up next to him, curling up close and resting your head on his shoulder.     “Next week,” he says in-between bites. “We’re going to have date night every night for the whole week.”    You smile, grateful for the way his presence and words melt your icy worry. “That sounds amazing.”    “I mean it,” he insists around a mouth full of food. “Every night. We’ll go to that movie, get dinner at all of our favorite places, stay home and finish our show, go for a drive…anything we want to do. Anything you want to do.”    Turning your head to kiss his shoulder again, you say quietly, “I love you, Yoongi.”    He finishes eating quickly, hopping up to rinse his dish off and returning to you quickly. Through a yawn, he asks, “Are you ready for bed?”    With your mind so full of worry, you hadn’t been looking forward to a whole night of tossing and turning, but when he extends his hand to you, you realize everything would be okay. Putting your hand in his, you nod. “Yes.”    When you’re both settled in bed, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. Leaning down to kiss your neck, he rests his head against yours gently. “So I’m thinking one night we get burgers,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. “Pizza for our Netflix night…”    “Mmm.” You close your eyes, letting his soothing voice lull you into a calm. “We definitely need to do sushi one night.”    “Agreed. For our big fancy date night, let’s go to that nice restaurant with the giant steaks!”    You can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “Whatever you want to do. I just want to spend time with you.”    He hugs you close. “I love you, sweetheart. Sleep tight, okay?”    And with him there to keep you safe and push the worries away, you actually do.

The next morning, you hear him get up extra early, but you’re too exhausted to stir. Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead gently. “Have a good day, sweetheart,” he whispers, and then he’s gone.    Your alarm goes off at the usual time, but when you pull your phone to you, you see a screen full of texts. Feeling your stomach lurch, you scan through them: 11 of them are from your coworkers, already panicked about the project. 1 of them is from your bank, reminding you that your payment for student loans was due next week. You set your phone down, heart pounding, and try not to panic. You wish Yoongi were still home.    But he was already gone, so you roll out of bed, get ready as quickly as possible, and force yourself to answer a few texts as you head to the kitchen for breakfast. After a little bit of coordination, you and two of your coworkers have a plan for the day—the third one (the problematic one) hadn’t responded yet. Just as you open your fridge to hunt for some food, you get a private message from your closest coworker: Watch out for SJ, she wrote. I’ve heard he was talking about you the other day during lunch.    Your stomach flips. I knew it. You shut the fridge hard, ignoring the ache in your guts. Pulling on your coat, you grab your bag and take a small breath. You wouldn’t let him get you today.     As you leave the house, you pull out your phone and send Yoongi a text: Is it just me, or is this the most Monday-feeling Tuesday ever???    You’re about to tuck the phone back into your pocket when it buzzes. Eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s message, you look at the screen expectantly—    And find another text from your coworkers. It brings you back to earth immediately. Your stomach is in knots all the way to the office.

    “Just as long as her name is on it,” your coworker says dramatically, his voice clearly too loud to be a whisper.     Steeling yourself, you look up from your computer. “My name is on what?”    “Section 5,” he says unabashedly.     “What’s wrong with section 5?”    He raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”    “Stop being such an ass,” Coworker #2 interrupts, rolling his eyes. “What’s the problem?”    The Problem sighs. “Section 5 is the epitome of what was wrong with the last proposal.”    “According to who?” Your hands are balled into fists in your lap, hidden away from sight.     “The boss, obviously.”    “Oh, he told you that? Personally?” You stand your ground. “Last I knew, he didn’t even remember your name.”    His cheeks flush. “It was obvious. So I just want to make sure that your name is on it, so he knows who to credit when this falls apart.”    “It’s not going to fall apart!” interjects Coworker #3, smoothing her frazzled hair back into a ponytail. “Don’t even put that into the universe!”    “You’re welcome to re-work it,” says Coworker #2.    “You clearly have the time,” you add coolly.     The Problem doesn’t answer, pretending to suddenly be preoccupied with something on his phone. The tenuous silence returns.    The four of you work until lunch time—until 5 minutes before official lunch time, actually, because if you had to spend even 5 more minutes in the same room as him, you were going to murder someone—and as you put your laptop to sleep, you realize how hungry you are.     “Here,” Coworker #2 drops a packet of pretzels on your desk. “You like these, right?”    You nod. “Thanks.”    He gives a faint smile, reaching his arms above his head in a huge stretch. “Don’t let him get to you,” he adds, jerking his head towards the door after The Problem. “He sees you as a threat because you are the most competent person in the whole department.”    You smile. “I’m trying. But this is just more motivation to get this project sorted—then I can go back to ignoring his existence.”    Coworker #2 laughs and reaches out to fist-bump you. “Amen,” he agrees, then grabs his empty-coffee mug off the table and leaves.     Feeling a little lighter now that the you have the room to yourself, you open the packet of pretzels as your stomach growls. You manage to eat 7 before your phone goes off.    Coworker #3: SJ’s going to eat lunch with the Exec Crew today. Such a suck-up.    You set the packet of pretzels down and reply: Is the boss going?     Coworker #3: Of course. He’s probably going to offer to pay and everything.     The weight settles over your shoulders again. You remember the disgust in his eyes, the thinly veiled threats about your job—”And now he has the perfect opportunity,” you whisper to yourself. “He really is going to do whatever he can to get me fired.”    As if the universe had heard you, your phone buzzes with another text: it’s an alert from your bank, reminding you about the bills coming up soon. I can’t lose my job, you think, feeling the panic rush through your entire body.     Ignoring the reminder, you open Yoongi’s text thread. Any chance you’ll be done with work early today?? It joins your last still-unopened message. You stare at your phone for a full minute, hoping to see his return text as it comes in. It doesn’t.    You think about the leftovers sitting in the fridge in the break room and your stomach flips. Pushing the half-empty packet of pretzels away from you, you reboot your laptop. “I have to work harder.”

    You sink into the last empty bus seat, closing your eyes against the pain thundering through your head. It’s 79 minutes past quitting time and you hadn’t even had a chance to look at your phone since lunchtime. You pry your eyes open and fish for your phone, taking a small breath before unlocking it.     Three messages from Coworker #3, four from Coworker #2, and one sarcastic one-liner from The Problem. The pounding in your head increases.     32. From the time your team resumed its work after lunch until you had all finally left the building, The Problem had made 32 pointed comments towards you.     “You don’t even have seniority, you know that, right?”    “We talked about the project at lunch. What a shame you weren’t there.”    “Last quarter’s numbers weren’t ideal, that’s what he told me. There’s a lot of dead weight in the company, especially in our department. Especially on our team.”    Rubbing the back of your neck tiredly, you leave the text thread without replying and open the next new message. It’s another bank reminder: the deadline on your payment was coming a lot sooner than you remembered.      How did it get to this point? You stare out the window blankly. I used to love my job. What did I ever do to get this target on my back?     You open your phone again, navigating to your text-thread with your boyfriend. He still hasn’t read either of your earlier messages. You must be busy today.     Still no answer. You turn back to look out the window, ignoring the pain in your head and stomach. After almost missing your stop, you trudge towards your apartment, your mind too full to pay attention to anything else.     They talked about things at lunch. They must have talked about ME at lunch. He’s going to get me fired. You bump into someone and don’t bother apologizing. He is actually actively working to get rid of me. Why?     Fumbling for your phone again, you send a private message to Coworker #3: What does SJ gain by getting me fired??    Her return message comes as you are unlocking your door. You force yourself to get inside and out of your shoes and coat before looking at it.     Coworker #3: You’re obviously the biggest threat in the department. You know he’s looking for a fast-track promotion. If he can get rid of you, that’s one less hurdle he’ll have to jump. You okay? He was such an asshole today.     Dropping your bag on the floor angrily, you move to the kitchen, hunting for the bottle of aspirin. Everyday* you correct. But he’s crazy.  If our project tanks, he’ll go down with it. You down three tablets without water.     Coworker #3: He thinks he can weasel his way out of it, obviously.    Coworker #3: But anyway, don’t worry about it. We’re going to be fine. You doing okay? Did you even get a chance to eat lunch today???    You pause at this, setting your phone on the counter to pull open the fridge. Leftovers, milk, fruit, vegetables, eggs, kimchi, yogurt…You feel a pain in your stomach and can’t decide if it’s hunger or something else. Your gaze un-focuses as you stare, and suddenly all you can see are bills and numbers. The pain in your stomach grows and you slam the fridge shut.     I can’t lose this job. I have too many bills to pay. If I get fired, I’m going to be so far behind on every single payment. I CAN’T lose this job.     The buzz from your phone causes an immediate anxious reaction to jolt through your whole body: your chest feels tight, your heart starts pounding, the pain in your head feels blinding, your stomach flips. Forcing a deep breath, you slowly reach for the device again.     The knot in your stomach immediately untangles as soon as you see the name on the message. Exhaling roughly, you open Yoongi’s message eagerly.    Yoongi Hi sweetheart. I’m sorry ~ so busy today. And I’m going to be home late tonight. :(     Your relief fades quickly.    YoongiAre you okay? How was your day?     Glancing at the time, you feel the knot retie with a vengeance. When your boyfriend said “late,” he meant late. “He won’t be back before midnight,” you whisper to yourself. The apartment gets a little smaller around you. Trying to push the darkness away, you ignore his questions: I love you. Be safe!     Locking the screen, you turn back to the fridge. Holding the device close to your chest, you stare at the door. Replaying the images of what the fridge held, you tried to convince yourself to eat one of them—but with each mental picture, the knot grew tighter and you felt like you were going to throw up.     Turning away from the fridge explosively, you wandered into the living room. You realized suddenly how much you’d been relying on Yoongi’s presence to help ease the current of tension that was flowing nonstop through your entire body. Now, faced with the prospect of hours without him, you had nothing to distract you but the fear.     You watch Netflix (the volume up loud in an attempt to drown out your own thoughts) and play mindless phone games until 11:15pm. Your entire body aches with exhaustion and stress, but you still spend five more minutes staring at the front door in vain, waiting for him to come back. Eventually, you get slowly to your feet and trudge down the hall to the bedroom. You spend extra time washing your face, delaying the inevitable, but when you finally crawl into bed you’re exactly as distraught as you had expected.     Not even the white noise machine can help you tonight. You toss and turn for hours, watching the clock on your nightstand tick past midnight.     Every time you close your eyes, you’re bombarded with visions of bills and loans and banks and evil coworkers and your angry boss. You see papers stamped with bright red lettering: TERMINATED. The Problem’s words echo constantly. You manage to fall into a light, troubled sleep, and find yourself stuck in the dream-version of the day’s lunch. At the exact moment that your Dream-Boss and Dream-The-Problem turn to you in unison and say “YOU’RE FIRED” you startle awake. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s 2am and you’re still alone. Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you feel the hot tears build underneath your eyelids and fight down the urge to call him. You struggle for another 20 minutes before sleep finally takes you.      Five minutes after you pass out, he comes home. 

The next morning, you startle awake at the sound of your alarm. Scrambling to turn it off, you realize that you can’t move easily. The panic eventually gives way to relief: you’re tangled in Yoongi’s arms, wrapped tight in his hug. Carefully, you manage to reach out an arm to shut off the alarm, then shift gingerly so you’re facing him. He stirs a little, his embrace tightening reflexively, and you give-in: burying your face in his chest, you give yourself the 10 snooze minutes.     Now that you’re wrapped in his arms, all the things that had kept you awake seemed distant and tiny. For the first time in the last 24 hours, you feel the pain in your stomach fade.     But too soon, your snooze alarm goes off. It’s time. Taking one last deep breath in his circle of safety, you gently untangle yourself from his grasp, unable to keep the faint smile off your face at his sleep-mumbled complaint. What I’d give to be able to stay right here, all day. But…    I need this job. I’ve got to fight.     So instead, you gently stroke his hair until he falls back into his deep-slumber. Realizing how late he must have gotten home, you fight down a pang of disappointment: he’d be asleep for a few hours more. Just what he needed, definitely, but you would be long gone by then. Pulling yourself together, you manage to get ready quietly and quickly, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead.     You plant a soft kiss on Yoongi’s forehead before you go, drawing a last bit of strength before heading out to face your dragons.  

    10:00am. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket but ignore it. You’re sitting sandwiched between Coworkers #2 and #3, The Problem on the far end. The boss hasn’t spoken for the last 5 minutes.     Finally, he sighs. “I’ve come to expect much more from this department,” he says, meeting your eyes seriously. “This new proposal…it’s better. But is it really what it ought to be?”    The Problem jumps in before you can even blink. “No, sir, I completely agree. It’s not up to standards. It—”    “I think it can be fixed,” your boss continues, speaking over the other man easily. He meets your eyes again. “But it is going to take a lot of work. For example, the proposed direction in Section 4 seems a bit messy.”    The Problem is nodding. “Team Leader was in charge of that section.”   Coworker #2 stiffens next to you. “No, she wasn’t,” he snaps. “I-I mean,” the flush creeps up his neck. “Sir, our team worked together on each section and each proposal. Of course.”    You don’t look over at The Problem. This is exactly what you had been expecting.    “Of course, of course,” The Problem simpers. “But, obviously, we follow the direction of our project manager, don’t we, sir?”    Your boss raises one eyebrow at you. “Well?”    “We all worked together on this proposal, sir,” you say calmly, though your insides are twisting together again. “And, obviously, no part would have gone through without full consent from the entire team. Right?” you direct the question to The Problem, but don’t bother looking at him.    He clears his throat. “We follow your inspiration, team leader.”    You hear Coworker #3 hiss under her breath next to you.     Your boss is studying The Problem carefully. Finally, he looks back at his tablet screen. “Sections 4, 7, and 10 all need some re-working. Can you have it done by tomorrow?”    The tiny bit of satisfaction you felt at realizing none of those sections had been your assigned responsibility bleeds away at the deadline. Tomorrow??  Your head aches. After a moment, you realize he’s waiting for you to respond. “Absolutely, sir,” you agree steadily. “We will work hard.”    “I expect nothing less,” he agrees. “Make sure it is as streamlined as possible. We want no further problems going forward.”    “Yes, sir,” the three of you parrot together; The Problem’s answer is more drawn-out and sickeningly sweet. You don’t look at him as the four of you leave your boss’ office. 

    7pm. 2 hours past quitting time and the four of you were still holed-up in the conference room together.     The Problem gets to his feet loudly, heading for the door.   “Where are you going?” demands Coworker #2; his hair is messy and out of place, his glasses slightly askew.    “Smoke-break,” he answers. “Can’t be in this room for one second longer.” He lets the door slam shut behind him.    Coworker #3 rolls her shoulders out. “Funny,” she says darkly. “If he was in this room for one second longer, I think I’d rip his stupid little head off.”    Coworker #2 turns to you. “I don’t know how you managed to keep your cool all day today, honestly. I wanted to punch him in the mouth 3 times in that meeting alone.”    You sigh and sit back in your chair.  The atmosphere in the room had changed as soon as The Problem had left. “I just want to finish this project,” you say honestly. I have to be the best possible, so there’s no room for judgment or complaint. “The sooner it ends, the sooner we can get away from him.”    “I know where he parks his car,” Coworker #3 offers helpfully. “It would be such a shame if his tires got slashed somehow…”    You share a small grin with her; a grin that fades as you realize how long it’d been since you smiled. The muscles in your face ached from the simple gesture.    “Here,” Coworker #2 plops another bag of mini pretzels in front of you. “Snack break! Better eat now before he comes back and turns all our stomachs…”    You scoff humorlessly. Staring at the bag of snacks, you feel your stomach twist. The last thing you wanted to do was eat anything right now, but then you calculate how long it had been since you’d eaten anything. Oh. That’s probably not healthy. Opening the bag, you pretend not to notice how much your hands are shaking. I need to eat a little, you convince yourself. Every part of you is tired and aching. How much longer can I go on like this?    Until this is over, your stubborn side kicks in. Until the danger is passed. Until you know your job is safe. Suck it up.    You manage to eat ¾ of the bag before The Problem returns and, just as your coworkers predicted, as soon as he’s back in the room you’re no longer hungry. Pushing the pretzels away angrily, the four of you return to silent, tense work for another 2 hours. 

You climb into bed at 10pm that night, too exhausted to be kept up by worries. By tomorrow it’ll be all over. You vaguely wonder if you should be more worried about how much the dark edges around your vision are growing. The last thing you feel before falling into a dreamless sleep is how much your stomach hurts.     You’re startled awake at 12:03am.     “Sorry, sweetheart,” you hear Yoongi’s voice permeate the darkness.     Seconds later, you feel his arms wrap around you. You roll over immediately, snuggling against his chest.     “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he says hoarsely, pulling the blanket higher up over you. “I’m so sorry.”    You shake your head. “Are you okay?”     He sighs, a heavy and weary sound that goes straight to your heart.  “I’m fine.”    “Liar,” you accuse gently, hugging him a little tighter. “What’s going on?”    “Just busy. We’re working hard. Same as usual…”     You press a kiss to his collarbone. “I know. You need to get some rest.”     He crushes you closer. “I love you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I woke you up. You must be exhausted, too. Let’s get some rest, both of us, yeah?”    “Okay,” you breathe, already feeling your eyelids growing heavy again. “Goodnight, baby.”    He spreads a few soft kisses across your face. “Goodnight, my darling girl.”

The next morning, your alarms go off at the same time and you struggle awake together. You’re both moving too slow, so you’re almost late, but he still insists on driving you to work that day. On the way over, you don’t talk much, but he holds your hand over the center console like usual and that keeps you steady.    When he pulls up in front of your building, you lean over to give him a kiss. “Have a good day, Yoongi,” you say, but your attention is already on what awaits you inside.     “You too, sweetheart,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. Studying you, he frowns a little. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little pale—”    You power-up a false smile. “Don’t worry. I love you!” You press another kiss to his cheek and escape under this pretense.     When you get out of the car, he reaches to roll your window down to call after you, but just then his phone buzzes so he abandons the idea and answers as he pulls away.    You don’t turn around to watch him go, but your heart still flips when you hear the car leave. Staring up at your office building, you feel a sudden rush of dizziness and have to shut your eyes for a moment until it passes.    The last day, you remind yourself. I need this job, I need this job, I need this job.    You walk into the office and see Coworkers #2 and #3 sitting at their desks already. #2 is on the phone, but he gives you a bright smile as you walk past.     “Hey! Are you—” Coworker #3′s voice falters as you move past her seat. “Whoa, are you okay?”    You hesitate only slightly. “What?”    She’s frowning. “You look really pale,” she says, lowering her voice slightly. “And have you lost weight?? You—”    “I’m fine.” You feel the tips of your ears burn: if The Problem heard talk like this, it would be yet another way he could take you down. “Just tired.”    “Are you sure? If—”    “Positive,” you cut her off again. “Thanks. Plus, today’s the day, right? After this, things will be better.” Your stomach aches at the reminder.  I can’t fail. “We better get to work!” You attempt cheerfulness and fail miserably.     Coworker #3 gives you a furtive look, but doesn’t bring it up again.     The Problem walks in exactly on time, sighing dramatically before flopping into his chair. Leaning back in his chair, he looks around the room, his gaze landing on you. “Well, here we are. I hope everyone is confident in their individual work…?” He lets it hang in the air.    Coworker #2 sets the phone down too hard, already irritated. “I’m sure we’re all confident in both our personal AND our group work. Right?” He stares at The Problem until the other man is forced to look away from you.     He pastes a sickening smile on his face. “Of course.”    “Then let’s get started,” you say, trying to keep your voice devoid of any emotion. “We’ve only got 8 hours left.”

    Hour 1: The four of you work in silence. The Problem gets up twice to refill his coffee, making much more noise than is necessary. You get another text from your bank.     Hour 2: A portion of Coworker #2′s work didn’t save correctly. The ensuing meltdown leaves you frazzled and The Problem gleeful.    Hour 3: The Problem sneaks away and is later found chatting in the staff room by Coworker #3. She doesn’t tell you everything he was saying, but the pit in your stomach knows well enough.    Hour 4: You make sure everyone triple saves their work as lunchtime nears. The Problem goes on another secret mission but returns deflated: the bosses are having a private lunch and he was not allowed to join. The secret satisfaction you feel at this fades as he critically looks over one portion of your work. You skip lunch to continue working.   Hour 5: Somehow, The Problem’s attitude has gotten even worse since lunch. He snarks and sneers and reluctantly helps Coworker #3 on their joint section. While they’re bickering, Coworker #2 sends you a file: it’s a list of incidents and complaints that he’s preparing to send to the boss and HR. You manage a tiny, real smile.    Hour 6: The Problem finally directly challenges you on a portion of the project that you’ve worked on. Backed by both of your other coworkers, the three of you manage to shout him down. He works half-heartedly on his assigned portion.    Hour 7: Your stomach hurts so much. Every time you take a small break from the work in front of you, it feels like it’s going to swallow you whole. You force yourself to drink some water, but it sloshes too uncomfortably in your empty stomach. Your head aches and you feel unbelievably tired. Almost there…   Hour 8: Fifteen minutes before the deadline, you save, double-save, triple-save, and back-up the project to 3 different locations.     “It’s finished,” Coworker #2 says, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes violently.    “I guess,” scoffs The Problem, getting to his feet. He locks eyes with you. “Hope you feel good about it, Team Leader.” Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and heads for the door. “See you guys in there. I’ve got something to do.”     Out of the corner of your eye, you see Coworker #2 add something to his list.    “Ignore him,” Coworker #3 encourages; she clearly is still very worried about you. “It’s going to be fine. I think we’ve done some good work here.”

     The walk from your shared office space to the boss’ office isn’t very far, but by the end of it, your legs feel like jelly, your heart is pounding, you’re short of breath, and your head is screaming. You sink into the nearest chair, trying to convince yourself that you were fine. Your stomach aches.    The meeting is short. The Problem tries 3 times to throw you under the bus, but at this point, you and your other two coworkers are prepared and unified. By the end, even your boss seems irritated with The Problem—at least, you think that’s what is happening. You can’t really be sure anymore, to be honest: your vision is going slightly blurry, the dark edges growing, and you feel incredibly light-headed.    45 minutes past usual quitting time, your boss gives you a solemn nod. “Well done,” he says seriously. “This project is much better and more what I was expecting. Thank you.”    The relief washes over you and you feel weak.     “Well done, Team Leader,” your boss adds, then gives Coworkers #2 and #3 a smile. “Now go home and get some rest.” It might be your current physical state, but you swear he gives The Problem a slightly disapproving look.     It must be real, because The Problem is the first to leave, disappearing without another look at any of you. Somewhat numb, you get to your feet with the other two, following them out of the office. As soon as the three of you are out of sight of the boss’ office, Coworker #2 gathers both of you into a giant hug.     “We did it!!!! Oh man!” He releases you with a huge exhale. “We should celebrate! Dinner? Drinks? Meat??”    Coworker #3 gives him a look, then tilts her head towards you meaningfully. “I think I’m just going to take our brilliant Team Leader home.”    He turns to look at you, and even in your fuzzy state you can see the look of concern that crosses his face. “Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s get some rest tonight. We can celebrate tomorrow!”    You manage a smile. “Sounds good. G-good job you guys.”    Coworker #3 loops her arm through yours securely. “It’s all because of you, oh fearless leader!” she quips. “Let’s go!”    Sitting in the passenger seat of her car, you try to relax; the last thing you wanted was for her to have to walk you up to your apartment door. So you fake a brighter smile, thank her for the ride, and hop out before she can offer to help. You turn to wave as she drives away, gritting your teeth against the way your head starts spinning, but wait until she’s gone before you move.     I did it. You think as you slowly climb the stairs. I made it. I’m not going to get fired. Things are going to be okay. Your stomach flips and you have to pause for a second: Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up.     You wait until the feeling passes.     I just need to get inside. Lie down for a while….maybe…maybe eat? The house will be cool and empty and calm.     Empty. You realize you hadn’t texted Yoongi all day. Now that things were over, you could finally relax around him, tell him the truth. You stumble on the last step, nearly face-planting but saving yourself at the last second.     Just need to…lie….down.     You punch in the door code, push it open, step inside—and are startled to see Yoongi sitting on the couch.     “Baby—” he gets to his feet, a smile on his face, but it disappears when he sees you.     The surprise is too much for your already-battered body. You try to step towards him and everything goes dark. 

    Fortunately for you, he was already moving towards you when you crumpled; he managed to catch you before you hit the floor, cradling you carefully against him in a state of controlled panic.     You wake up as the EMTs are loading you into the ambulance, and the only thing that stops you from freaking out is the sound of his voice.     “I don’t think she’s eaten for a while,” he’s saying as he climbs in next to you. “She’s overworked, overtired—Maybe dehydrated? I don’t—”    “It’s okay, sir,” one of the medics says. She gives him a small smile. “She’s going to be fine.”    “Yoongi…” you mumble, his name getting lost in the oxygen mask over your face, but at that moment he turns to look at you anyway.     Exhaling in relief, he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he reassures you, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’m here.”    Something about the combination of your complete exhaustion, the motion of the ambulance, the oxygen mask, and the warmth of Yoongi’s presence lulls you into a light sleep.     There’s a transfer from the ambulance to the emergency room, from gurney to hospital bed. There’s several people in scrubs and masks that look you over. You vaguely feel the prick of the IV in your arm. You’re asked a lot of questions and you give a lot of answers you can’t remember, but eventually, you’re left alone.    Almost.    Taking your hand, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead again. “You’re going to be okay,” he says softly against your skin. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.”    You shake your head weakly. “You don’t have to apologize. I—”    “You’re extremely dehydrated,” he cuts over you, tightening his hold on your hand. “I don’t think you’ve slept well for days. And you…you said you hadn’t eaten for—since Monday?? Sweetheart, I….” he’s getting worked up.      You squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault.”     Exhaling shakily, he meets your eyes. “Why?”     “Well—” you suddenly look at him. “Wait. Don’t you need to be at work right now? What about the tour problems? And Tae? And Jimin’s back. And—”    “Stop.” He finally pulls a chair close to the bed and sits. “I only need to be here right now. With you. This is where I should have been for the last few days, then maybe we wouldn’t be here right now.”    You close your eyes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”    Pressing the back of your knuckles to his lips, he shakes his head and murmurs. “Don’t say sorry. Let’s just talk. Tell me everything.”   So you do. You tell him all about the project, The Problem, your boss, your coworkers, the bank notifications, everything.     “And I just got so worked up over it,” you finish tiredly. “I didn’t want to talk about it. And then I knew you were busy, so I didn’t want to bother you….and things just got out of control.”    He nods slowly. “I should’ve paid better attention,” he says quietly. “We were both too wrapped up in our own things. Never again, I promise you.” He reaches up to brush your hair back again. “I will do better at my job of keeping you safe and healthy and happy, okay? I promise.”     You’re too tired to argue so you just nod.     Smiling, he reaches up to kiss you softly. “And in return,” he adds, stroking the side of your face, “You have to talk to me. About all the things, all right? Especially the ones that make you worried and want to stop eating. Can you do that?”     You nod again. “I think I can manage that.”     “Also, you have to promise to do whatever it takes to stay healthy, okay? I can’t live without you,” he smiles. “So it’s your responsibility to take care of the most precious thing on this earth. Understood?”      You roll your eyes but fondly. “I love you,” you say quietly.       He kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you more. Now, let’s get you some rest so we can go home and snuggle. Okay?”    You laugh lightly and agree.

    When you’re finally released from the hospital, Yoongi insists on pushing your hospital-mandated wheelchair out to the waiting car. He wraps an arm around your waist and basically carries you to the backseat, helping you in before shutting the door behind you both securely. He holds you close on the ride on home; you rest your head on his shoulder gratefully.     The babying continues when you arrive back at the apartment: he scoops you into his arms and carries you all the way up to your place, commenting in a displeased voice: “You’re too light, babygirl. You need to stay healthy.”    You give his neck a squeeze. “Whatever you say,” you agree, resting your head against his shoulder. At his light scoff-laugh, you smile. “I’m just trying to live up to my promises!”    “Sure, sure.”     As soon as you reach the apartment, he takes you straight to bed, settling you in your spot and tucking the blanket around you securely. Kissing your cheek, he says, “Now. What do you want to eat? Anything you want, baby.”    “Um….” you pretend to think hard. “Maybe…kimbap? BBQ? Pizza? Soup?” At his humored expression, you grin. “Everything sounds good!”    “Then everything,” he says, kissing your lips softly, “is what you shall have.”    While you both wait for the food to arrive, he never leaves your side. You cuddle against him, watching mindless TV and drinking from the water bottles he keeps pressing into your hands until he’s satisfied.     He insists on feeding you the first few bites of food until you finally rebel, accepting his kiss happily instead. The two of you eat in relative silence, and you realize just how hungry you are.    Tipping your head over onto his shoulder, you say softly, “I’m sorry I worried you.”    He turns slightly to kiss your temple again. “You’re safe, sweetheart. That’s all that matters.”    At that moment, your phone goes off. Your knee-jerk reaction is panic, but it immediately fades as you remember that everything is over and Yoongi is there next to you. Still, you take a small breath before reading the screen. The smile spreads across your face slowly.    Yoongi glances at you. “What is it?”    You turn the screen towards him:    Coworker #3: YOU GUYS. SJ just got transferred to another department!!!!!! He can never bug us again!!!!!!!!!    Yoongi grins with you. “That’s great news.” He kisses you again. “See? Everything is going to be fine.”    “You’re right.”     He clears the almost-empty food containers off the bed and when he climbs back in, you snuggle into his side automatically. He wraps his arms around you and presses a few soft kisses all over your face. “I love you so much,” he says in between kisses. “I’m so proud of you. You did it.”    “Yes,” you agree, feeling your eyes close all on their own. I did. 

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[apriorisea]

You have such a talent for writing!! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you could write about what the wedding night with the boys would be like, just something sweet? like the two of you are finally alone after the ceremony & celebration... and are just taking a moment to take it all in? thank youuu :)

--Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words and your request! I apologize that it has taken me so long to get to it, but the first installment will come tomorrow morning---I hope you like my take! 

I decided to try a slightly different format for these imagines, because Tumblr occasionally messes with some of my posts and makes them almost unreadable :( Let me know which y’all prefer!

Also, along those lines, quick note about things in general: to those who have sent (and continue to send) in requests, I promise I am not ignoring you. Life has been hectic, and I haven’t had the time, energy, or mental space to finish the many prompts, ideas, and beginnings that I have saved up. To those who have stuck around anyway and continued to reblog, like, or comment on my other things: thank you so much!  I will continue to return to these drafts whenever possible.

Thanks again to everyone who has stuck around even through this long period of low activity 🥺I appreciate all of you! 💕💜

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[apriorisea]

BTS reactions when you’re on your period pls?? 💕

--Very popular request~! 😅Here’s my take on this situation, I hope you enjoy!!! 💜💕

Seokjin: 

It doesn’t matter what time he gets off work or how exhausted he is: on the first day, he ALWAYS comes home with a variety set of ice creams.

He always gets every single flavor you love, and then one or two bonus flavors that he thinks you might like.

If he happens to be on tour during your week, he orders delivery ice cream to your door.

When you ask him to please bring you home some products, not only does he easily agree, but he never, ever forgets exactly which kind you need and what your favorite brands are.

all. the. snacks.

He takes your random cravings like a challenge.

Chocolate? Obviously, here’s a bag filled with a carefully curated selection. Pizza? Which toppings? Something salty? Pretzels, crackers, potato chips, popcorn--can’t decide? Have all of them in a tasty mix. Sweet? Here: lots of jellies, hard candies, sours, gummies---but none as sweet as you, Princess.

Sometimes you can’t pinpoint exactly what you’re craving, but it doesn’t faze him at all: he won’t stop bringing you food until he finds exactly what you’ve been craving.

He’s always very loving when he’s with you, but when it’s that time of the month he’s even sweeter.

Lots of soft kisses.

He speaks very softly and kindly.

Usually he loves to tease you, but when you’re extra sensitive like this he holds back, only showering you with compliments and praise and sweet words.

Yoongi:

You are a strong, independent woman 3 out of the 4 weeks every month, but for that one week, you are so needy.

And he LOVES it.

He loves nothing more than taking care of you.

And though he’d never admit it, he loves to feel needed, loves it when you want to be his shadow, when you can’t get enough of his calming presence.

Because of this, he always plans ahead for the week so that he can be as available as possible.

He wraps you up in one of his favorite oversized hoodies without you even having to ask.

snuggles. for. days.

He’ll sit on the couch with you for hours, holding you close and playing idly with your hair.

He cuddles you while you watch TV or Netflix together, or read, or listen to music.

You frequently fall asleep in his arms like this and he doesn’t move at all because he doesn’t want to disturb you.

On the weekends when he still has to go to work, he always asks you to come with him, because he knows you really want to be wherever he is but you don’t want to feel like a burden.

You curl up on the couch in his studio while he works, content just to be near him.

But sometimes he softly calls you to come over and cuddle in his lap for a while, so he can take little breaks from working to kiss you.

He’s always aware of your needs and wants, but he’s especially protective of you during this time because he knows how vulnerable you feel and how much you hate feeling like that.

Hoseok: 

Day 2 is always the worst: you feel exhausted and queasy and crampy and just miserable, so unless he’s out of the country on tour, he always finds a way to spend the whole day with you.

He’s very familiar with and understanding of your mood swings.

He’s really good at just rolling with them.

When you get mad over little things, he’s ready to listen to you rant, take your side, and fight your battles for you (if need be).

Any time you get upset, he holds you tight and presses soft kisses to your forehead while you cry.

If you’re just feeling a little down, he will do whatever it takes to cheer you up. 

all. the. goofy. youtube. videos.

He happily turns into your “gopher:” he’ll bring you meals and snacks to where you’re huddled on the couch, grab your phone charger or laptop from the bedroom, get up to put in your favorite DVD, and do whatever other little tasks or errands you need done.

Sometimes when you’re really in a funk, he gently insists on going for a walk. 

One arm perpetually wrapped around your waist, he takes you to your favorite park.

The two of you meander through the flower gardens and people-watch, take in the fresh air, watch the cute kids and dogs playing together on the grass, and he always insists on pushing you on the swings until you’re breathless with laughter. 

Even though you’re resistant at first, you always feel a little better after.

He tucks you into bed and holds you until you fall asleep, whispering promises that tomorrow will be easier and you’ll feel a little better.

Namjoon:

He absolutely hates seeing you in pain, so one of the things he’s always very aware of is your painkiller timetable.

Every 5 hours he either shows up with a Tylenol/Ibuprofen tablet in hand or texts/calls you to remind you to take one. 

Sometimes it can get on your nerves how militant he is about it, but all it takes is one time of you deciding not to listen to him and suffering a seriously bad cramp attack and you swear to yourself you’ll never begrudge his strict schedule again.

He’s always offering to bring you liquids: water, juice, soda, lemonade, coffee, tea, hot choco, etc.

Whenever you agree to one, he delivers it with a long kiss.

all. the. heating. pads.

He can’t for the life of him remember exactly which products you need, but has no shame going on a few different trips to the store until he gets exactly what you want. 

Sometimes he just grabs one of every kind just to make sure.

While he’s on one of these store-runs, he always grabs a couple of your favorite candy bars.

He’s really good at distracting you from how awful you feel by talking with you.

One of your favorite things to do together is discuss ideas, books, movies, music, etc, and somehow he always knows the perfect topic to bring up when you just need to take a break from feeling crappy. 

Frequently he’ll start a discussion and then pull you into his lap, rocking you slightly while the two of you talk. 

His highest priority is making sure that you are as comfortable and in as little pain as possible; he literally has a hard time focusing on anything else if he thinks you are in even the slightest bit of discomfort. 

Jimin: 

He’s always in awe of how you manage to go about life as usual while your insides are basically trying to kill you.

So his only goal is to pamper you as much as possible.

He always asks you to take some time off work so you can just relax; when you laughingly refuse, he pouts a little, but turns his focus to making sure you’re as relaxed and comfortable as possible when you finally get home.

He always has a hot bath waiting, filled with bubbles and surrounded by candles and music.

When you get out, he wraps you in the fluffiest robe and braids your hair so you don’t have to waste time or energy by drying and styling it. 

He turns on your favorite movie and settles you in front of him on the bed so he can massage your shoulders.

all. the. kisses.

If he happens to be gone during this time, he sends you little care packages so you can survive the week on your own. 

They’re always filled with chocolate, bath bombs, plushies, and candles.

He sends you flowers every day

and an “I love you” text every hour.

He does everything for you---you don’t have to lift a finger for anything.

Constantly tells you how amazing you are.

Essentially, he wants to baby you all the time, but he sees this week as the perfect excuse to do it even more.

Taehyung: 

Gets the wrong products every. time.

Every time he offers to go, you tell him the names of the preferred products 3 times, you describe the shape of the boxes, the colors, the font, etc etc.

After he’s left, you usually text him a picture of the preferred product just to be sure.

But none of this matters: he still comes home with the wrong thing.

However, it’s usually because once he gets to the store, he gets really focused on finding other things to make you feel better.

He always, always returns with chocolate or ice cream or pie, a bouquet of flowers, a cute new plushy, a few bags of junk food, a new beauty product, and your favorite pack of gum, so you don’t get too mad.

all. the. presents.

As soon as he realizes he’s messed up (again) he rushes right out to get you what you need and the second time’s the charm.

He’s really good at recognizing when you just need to have a cryfest and get it all out, so he puts on sad movies and snuggles up with you in bed.

Holds you tight and wipes your tears away.

He really does try to brighten your mood, whether by ridiculous jokes and stories, cute gifts, or fun surprises.

But one of the things he’s best at is listening to you complain.

Anything you’re upset about, whether it’s rational or irrational, he listens intently, egging you on with the perfect incensed reactions and incredulity.

Afterwards, he kisses you softly and reminds you how wonderful you are, just to get you to smile again.

Jungkook: 

One of the things that helps ease your cramps is exercise.

It also makes you feel a little less murdery.

Fortunately, you’re with someone who also loves to exercise.

It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is after long days of rehearsal and performances, he always helps you lace up your running shoes and gamely wears the matching baseball caps he bought that say “Just Do It” before the two of you head out the door again.

all. the. exercise.

Walks, runs, hikes, bicycle rides, jogging---he will go with you as often as you want.

Sometimes this means more than once a day, and yet he never complains or drags his feet. (his competitive side kicks in and he usually instigates some sort of race or challenge)

Sometimes the pain is too much, and you end up hunched over the toilet, dry-heaving when there’s nothing left in your stomach: he always holds your hair out of your face, rubs your back, kisses your temple, and then hugs you tight when you’re left weak and exhausted.

He knows that you feel really unattractive during this week, so he subtly (and not so subtly) praises you shamelessly.

Out of nowhere, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close, rest his forehead against yours and tell you how beautiful you are.

He takes any and every excuse to kiss you.

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“One Year” You x Jungkook

“Hi, darling.”      The first thing you notice when you climb into Jungkook’s car is the overwhelming floral scent that washes over you as soon as you open the door. “Hi, babyboy,” you say with a soft smile, leaning across the center console for a kiss.       When you pull back, he studies you carefully. “How are you?” he asks, one hand coming up to brush a strand of hair back from your face.      You try to muster a brave smile but fail.       It’s all the answer he needs. With a pained noise, he reaches for your hand, squeezing it tight. “I’m...I’m so sorry.”      “It’s okay,” you say quietly, sitting back in your seat, grateful for the way his hand is wrapped around yours. “Thank you for coming with me today.”      “I wouldn’t have missed it,” he says earnestly. “...Are you ready to go?”      You nod silently and he turns his attention to the car, easing it into reverse and glancing once over his shoulder. You follow his gaze and discover the source of the frankly violent flower smell: the backseat of his car is filled with bouquets. You stare in consternation at the veritable flower shop in the back of your boyfriend’s car, trying to count the bunches. “Jungkook...” you say after a moment. “What---?”      Glancing over at you, his gaze darts to the rearview mirror and the garden in the backseat. “Oh,” he says shyly, and you can tell he’s resisting the urge to release your hand to reach up and nervously touch his ears. “I...I wasn’t sure which bouquet would be the best, so I...I bought a few of them.”      “A few?” you laugh. “I count 9!”      His brow furrows a little as he says, “Only nine?”      “Only???”      Some of his embarrassment is fading at the genuine light this has brought to your face. “There...there should be 13...”      This brings a genuine cackle from the depths of your soul, but you squeeze his hand to make sure he knows you mean no malice. “Thirteen bouquets??”      He shrugs, one side of his mouth turning up in a tentative smile. “Yes.” Eyes darting to your face again, he shrugs once more and says, “At first I was just going to get 4---you know, one for you, one for me, one for your mom, and one for...for your dad. But then I couldn’t decide which one would be best, so I---I got a few options, and then...Then those didn’t seem quite right, so---”      “So you just kept buying more,” you finish for him, twisting back in your seat to study his face fondly.      “The florist was very helpful---”      “I’m sure she was!” you laugh.      “And I just...I hoped that somewhere in these would be the perfect ones, you know?” Coming to a red-light, he turns to face you. “Is it okay?”      In answer, you reach over and kiss him, smiling as you feel his grip tighten on your hand. “It’s more than okay, babyboy,” you say when you pull back. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”      He smiles, content, and turns back just in time for the green-light.       When you reach the cemetery, he climbs out of the car first and stands in sudden trepidation, staring at the back seat. Grinning, you move around to his side of the car, slipping your hand into his and resting your head on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”      This time he’s able to reach his free hand up to touch the back of his ear as he says, “I might not have thought this through...”      You hide your grin by turning your head to kiss his shoulder and offer a suggestion: “Let’s pick 8 of our favorites to leave here today. We can take the rest home. They’ll be nice.”      It takes 10 whole minutes to decide which flowers should be left at the grave and which should take the car-ride back home with you. He’s so deliberate and serious in his decision-making, your only concern is that it might take longer---but you can’t really find it in you to be upset at the delay. You weren’t much looking forward to entering the cemetery.       Laden down with flowers, the two of you silently approach your dad’s grave. Jungkook carefully helps you arrange each bouquet, then steps back to observe the work.       Understanding his self-critical nature perfectly, you manage a weak smile and say, “They look beautiful.”      He glances over at you gratefully, his relief eclipsing his grief for just a moment before it returns. Touching the headstone respectfully he starts to get to his feet.      “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year....” you whisper, mostly to yourself, and at that, something inside you breaks. Inhaling roughly, you’re overcome by a sudden tidal wave of tears, and you feel your knees go weak.       Before you can fall too far, though, he’s somehow at your side. He catches you, holding you upright with a steady grip. “Easy, darling,” he says, pulling you close against him as the sobs wrack your body. Murmuring your name a few times, he kisses the top of your head. “I’m so sorry.”      “I miss him,” you gasp through your tears. “He’s been gone a whole year, Jungkook. A year.” You try to stand, but your knees still buckle under you.       He readjusts his grip, holding you more securely. “I know. I miss him, too.”      Unable to look at the headstone any longer, you turn in towards him, hiding your face in his chest and letting all the pieces of your broken heart fall out of place again.      He doesn’t say much---words didn’t always come easily to him---but he holds you tight, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair, until you can’t cry anymore, until you’re all cried out, exhausted. When you manage to stand on your own again, he gently and carefully helps you wipe the remaining tears from your face, purposefully making an overly-dramatic fuss until a smile breaks through on your face. Satisfied, he kisses the tip of your nose and wraps his arms around your waist.       “Are you glad we came?”      “Yes,” you say firmly, hugging him tight. “I really needed to come here. But I couldn’t have done it alone, so thank you. And,” you add, nodding at the headstone which is now crowded by flowers, “I love the flowers. They look perfect. Dad would be happy.”      He smiles. “I love you.”      “Love you more,” you challenge.       He rolls his eyes but still can’t resist saying, “Love you the most.”      You laugh and pull away, slipping your hand into his again and tugging him gently back towards the parking lot. You climb back into the passenger seat, feeling much lighter after your cathartic breakdown, and inhale the flowery air happily.       Jungkook starts the car and glances over at you, his perfect bunny-smile crossing his face at how happy you seem. “What?”      You lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing. I’m just really excited to have all those beautiful flowers in our apartment!”       He sighs, but takes your teasing well, stretching his arm out to rest on your knee. “Well,” he says, pulling out of the parking space, “I’m glad you like them.”      

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