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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :))

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy. “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

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doiefics · 10 months

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can't we be like the others?

pairing: jungkook x gn!reader

prologue: what was supposed to be mini date turned out to be an argument, but do you and your famous boyfriend even know how to argue in the first place?

genre: angst + established relationship!au + idol boyfriend!jungkook

wordcount: 1,037

warnings: mentions of camsex + crying + possible breakup?

Unlike the hands of the clock that still managed to meet eleven times in twelve hours, you barely met your boyfriend.

When was the last time you saw him in the flesh? Maybe around two months ago, when he stopped by your place for a quarter of an hour.

At this rate one could label it a long-distance relationship if this was how things were going to be even after four years of apparent togetherness.

One thing you realised pretty early on in your relationship was the fact that there was nothing fancy and glam about dating a man this famous.

Dates? That would be counted as a privilege, you could not even let it be know your circle.

The invisible veil somehow always made you feel the distance between the two of you, at times, more than often, he was more of the industry than he was yours.

It was barely the second week into dating when he begged you not to let anyone about this secret love affair because he was scared it would leak out and ruin things for him, he had always been scared.

Video calls were the only means, then, whether it was random calls out of boredom or helping each other with sexual needs.

And phone sex could never be what the touch-to-touch was.

Tonight, you had second thoughts floating over your brain.

Were the time and effort invested worthwhile? Were you a weight for him to carry?

It wasn't like you had no love for Jungkook. You did, and you loved him fervently but love wasn't always shared, sometimes it had to be abandoned.

The dinner table that took you forty minutes to set still found itself in the same condition as before, except for the food that had gone cold.

It was 2:28 am sharp and your boyfriend who promised to reach by 9, was still nowhere to be seen.

The doorbell startled you out of your sleep. Blinking a few times to get used to the brightness, you managed to gather yourself as you made your way to the door.

"I'm sorry." He engulfed you in a hug even before you could properly let him in.

This very feeling of having him with you made you shut your eyes and senses, the only thing that you were focusing on was his presence.

His wood-scented perfume and the cozy fabric of his grey sweatshirt made you melt right on the spot.

"I missed you." Jungkook planted a little peck on your forehead as his starry eyes gleamed into yours.

You nodded and smiled gently.

Similar to how married couples would behave during a disagreement, the supper, although at an ungodly hour, fell hushed.

Jungkook did try to initiate anumber of conversations in the middle, but when he noticed that you mostly just hummed and nodded, he stopped talking.

Perhaps he assumed that you were weary.

Minutes after, you both seated yourselves on the balcony of your apartment.

The sky was full of stars that night, just as your heart was full of uncertainties.

Moonlight was illuminating your boyfriend's face, he placed himself on your lap.

It's better to let emotions out when you can, or else they end up boiling in a vessel and blasting.

"Jungkook," you hesitated.

"Yeah?" He looked up at you with those bambi eyes of his.

"What.. what about us?" You stammered, It took a lot of effort to speak these words at last.

What if something awful happened instead?

"What do you mean baby?" He pouted, playing with your fingers before he ended up intertwining them with his own.

"How long do we have to be like this? Why can't we be just like the others?"

You shook away his hand as you fumed at him, visibly mad at him.

"Are you even trying?" There you said it.

He was quick to get off your lap.

"What on earth makes you think that?" He revolted back. His facial expression was unlike anything you had ever seen, you could tell he was close to tears while still enraged.

"I'm here trying my best to live this life" He reverted, irritated.

The scene changed quickly.

"I can't even recall the last time I could sleep till my content or eat what I wanted to, I can't even breathe without letting people know!"

Jungkook was in a never before seen emotion as he kept on massaging his temples, and all you did on the other hand was sit on the ground as you looked up at his face, tears were now trailing down his cheeks.

"I still fucking love you." He broke down and got on his knees.

His phone started ringing, and you were a hundred per cent sure it was one of his managers. That is how it ended up every time, he would quickly grab his phone and pack his bags before kissing you goodbye.

But this time, he didn't.

"I'm sorry." He pleaded, tear drops falling like rain on the floor.

You stood there the same, reconsidering. Maybe you could never imagine yourself in his shoes, but you were also not unknown to his harsh life and it's requirements.

Without adding a word more, he walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

The warmth of that physical contact seemed to heighten your feelings, and before you knew it, you were crying as well.

You had lost the track of time by now.

"Jungkook?" You called his name, and that was followed by a hum from his side.

"What about us?" You asked again, but with a different intention, letting out a chuckle.

"Hmmm, marriage, kids, and lots and lots of sex." Jungkook replied as he crunched his nose.

"I hope we have two." He added.

"Both girls," His face lit up with pride.

"What do you think?"

"We have talked about this a thousand times already" You bopped his nose, never getting out of his arms.

"I can't stop thinking about them already. Our kids are gonna be mwah!" He pouted as he bragged about his unborn kids.

"I wish they have your eyes, nose, and lips..." He traced down your facial features with his index finger.

The sun was already coming up and the glory of the dawn brightened your skin to a tint of orange.

"I love you" Jungkook mumbled with a soft breath, caressing the top of your hands.

"I always will."

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stylesluxx · 10 months

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your sibling is a fan — bts

[warnings: in jk’s the reader’s parents are against tattoos but aren’t mean]

summary: in which your sibling is a fan | requested!

word count: 2,333

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kim seokjin

"Don't be nervous; my parents are super nice and my brother is a dork. He'll probably embarrass himself before you embarrass yourself," You smiled, trying to cheer up your anxiety-ridden boyfriend.

"Y/N, really?" He whined and dragged a hand down his face causing you to giggle.

"I'm just kidding handsome. But seriously, he's such a dork."

You use the key you kept after moving out to let the two of you into your family home, immediately greeted by the smell of food and your dad asking if that was you.

"Yeah, it's me and Jin, Dad," You answered as you slipped off your shoes by the door and put on some slippers. "Look they even bought you a pair," You whispered to Jin as you pointed them out.

His ears turned red, making you giggle again and rub his arm.

"Perfect timing, we just finished the food," Your mom greeted you happily as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, this is Seokjin, my boyfriend. Jin, this is my mom," You introduced the two with a big smile. "Oh, and this is my dad," You added as he entered the room.

"It's nice to meet you both; Y/N talks about you every day," Jin speaks up softly while shaking both of their hands one at a time.

"The feeling is mutual, Seokjin. Our Y/N talks about you with great reverence."

"Oh, you guys can just call me Jin."

"Big word, Mom," You teased at the same time as Jin.

She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Go upstairs and get your brother. Jin, come sit at the table."

Jin looked back down at you but your parents had already walked into the dining room. You gently pushed him in their direction and went upstairs to get your baby brother.

You knocked on his door and waited for a response before opening. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

"Yeah but why the quotes around 'date?'"

"Because you and I both know... you can't get a date."

"Yeah, well, put some deodorant on before you come downstairs to meet him."

"I'm sure your invisible boyfriend will be okay with some manly stench," He said as he rolled off the bed and led you out of his room.

"You're 14, what part of you is manly?"

"My skincare idol!" Your brother gasped as he walked into the dining room.

"Huh?"

Your brother turned back around to face you. "How much did you pay to get him to come here tonight? Did you sell the house? Are we homeless?"

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

"There's no way you're dating him."

"I am though, so if you'll excuse me-"

"No, there's no way I'm not sitting next to him."

Your brother quickly walked back into the dining room and you could hear him apologizing for his behavior and introducing himself.

You followed behind him with a confused look on your face, one that your parents matched from their seats at the heads of the table.

"So, where do you know him from?" Your dad asked your brother.

"I researched his skincare routine. His nickname is literally 'Worldwide Handsome.' How do you think I have the perfect skin?"

Jin chuckled shyly as his ears turned red again, clearly not wanting your parents to find out about his nickname (at least during the first meeting).

"Ah, don't be embarrassed Jin," Your mom quickly chimed in.

You smirked, knowing just how you could get back at your little brother for all his trash talk and doubt.

"Yeah Jin, at least you wore deodorant today. The kid didn't."

min yoongi

"So, when's this guy supposed to be here? He's late," Your older brother asked, clearly unimpressed.

"He's actually not late. Dinner starts at 7:00, it's 6:00."

You changed the channel on the tv, not caring that his favorite show was on.

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

"Who even says that? Your loser boyfriend some word genius and teaches you new words?" Your brother scoffed and snatched the remote out of your lap.

You turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, actually."

Yoongi rings the bell as you're setting the table with your parents, who have already met Yoongi. Your mom is humming excitedly at seeing him again; she's happy your dad can finally talk about basketball with someone other than her. She does love Yoongi, but your father's rambling is just... a lot.

"Y/N why is Agust D at our door?"

You dropped everything and practically ran to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Hi Yoongs," You hummed in his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"What in the world is happening?" You could hear your brother mumble behind you.

"Hi Pretty," Yoongi chuckled at your excitement. "How are you? How was your day?"

"It was good, just missed you a lot," You sighed as you pulled away from him.

"Enough hogging, let us hug him too!" Your mom teased making the two of you laugh.

Once you reluctantly stepped away from Yoongi, your mom pulled him into a hug, and then your dad, both expressing how happy they were to see him again.

"So, you didn't tell me you were dating a rapper. My favorite rapper at that," Your brother mumbled to you.

"Didn't think it was important and I also didn't know," You shrugged.

"You're kinda... goated for bringing Agust D home," He said and pat you on the head.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yoongi, you have a fan."

jung hoseok

"Can you try to eat more of your vegetables please?" Your mom asked your little sister.

"Mom, you kinda just have to let me do my thing. I'm not a kid anymore," Your little sister huffed.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. "Babe, you're 10," You reminded her through a snicker.

"But, I deserve some independence! Right? Tell them J-Hope," She tried to argue.

You didn't mean to laugh, it was just so cute. The dark eyeliner and dark clothes to imitate Hobi's Jack in the Box phase but she was just a baby in your eyes; your baby sister that was still in her Hope World phase.

"Babe, you can call him Hobi," You told her softly.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

Hobi nodded and gave her a big smile. "But only if you finish your vegetables," He bargained.

"Deal!"

You placed a hand on his lap and smiled up at him gratefully. "Love you," You mouthed and in return, he leaned down and pecked your temple.

"Well, that settles it," Your dad speaks up. "Welcome to the family, Hobi."

kim namjoon

You're genuinely shocked that your older sister knows who Namjoon is. His music isn't her style and she's so much older than you, so you don't know who introduced her to BTS in general.

"Joon, this is my big sister. This is Namjoon, the guy I'm always talking about." Your arm was wrapped around Namjoon's waist, head against his shoulder as you introduced them.

"Oh, so this is 'Joon,'" Your sister hummed and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you. You're much more handsome in person."

"What?" You blurted out. "I've never shown you pictures of him."

"Girl... this is RM from BTS. I don't live under a rock," She scoffed. "One of my girlfriends on Facebook-"

"Oh, you're so old. Facebook?" You gasped.

"She posted about him and it was love at first sight. Everyone with eyes has a crush on him, come on Y/N. Let's be serious. And he's smart. He'll be good for you."

You let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at your bulky boyfriend to see him smiling confidently. "Um... I see introductions weren't necessary."

"Anyway, Joon, can I call you that?" Your sister ignored you and took his arm to lead him away.

"Sure," He nodded.

"Great, let's talk about some of your greatest lyrics. My personal favorite is..."

park jimin

You two sat in Jimin's car, mentally preparing to go in and meet your family.

It wasn't like your family was embarrassing or they were bad people or anything like that.

"It's just that... she's a hardcore ARMY. Like, decked out in purple, bleeds purple type of thing. So, if she faints, don't freak out," You explained to your boyfriend as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Right," He nodded slowly. "Should I call an ambulance if she faints?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. We have a routine for her fainting episodes. There's nothing wrong with her, by the way, she's just really high-strung. But she's a good kid. You'll love her," You promised and took his hand in yours.

He nodded confidently, looking ready to head in. You leaned in to peck his lips, but a knock at your window, made you jump and turn to look back at the perpetrator.

"Hey Tiny, you scared me," You smiled toothlessly at your little sister.

"Yeah, and the lights on the car are freaking out Dad. When are you coming in?"

"Sorry, we're coming," You apologized and Jimin cleared his throat to let out a quiet apology.

Your sister took a closer look at him, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Please don't faint right now," You mumbled to her.

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. "Me? Faint? Yeah right, Big," She tried to play cool. "But, uh, you didn't tell me that your boyfriend was Jimin."

You side-eyed her, "Uh, yes I did. I told you on FaceTime that I had a boyfriend. You asked what his name was. I said 'Jimin' and then you laughed in my face and hung up on me."

She let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. "Right, well... we're waiting for you."

The two of you in the car, watched your sister scurry off into the house. It was at this moment you could see she had purple highlights in her hair and she was wearing Shooky slippers, making you facepalm and let out a sigh.

"Well, she didn't faint," Jimin spoke up and rubbed your arm.

"Let's not hold our breath on that."

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

Your parents grew up listening to jazz music so it's always been a big part of your life and love it. Your sister even became a jazz singer.

Jazz isn't as popular as other genres but she's one of the most notable figures of her genre.

And Taehyung? Taehyung plays her all of the time. Ever since you told him you were sisters, he's been pushing to meet your family (more than he already had been).

You're pretty sure he heard the music playing from the driveway, that's how loud the music was.

Your dad claims "Jazz always sets the proper tone." And maybe he was right because Taehyung was all smiles when he walked into the house.

He wasn't his normal shy self as you introduced him to everyone. Especially not with your sister; they got along swimmingly.

"I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I've been wanting you meet you for a long time, all of you guys," Taehyung spoke earnestly, hand over his heart.

"The feeling is more than mutual. Y/N tells us that you love jazz," Your sister smiles warmly. "I'm a big fan as well. I've recorded some covers of your songs but I haven't released them."

"That means so much to me," Taehyung smiles, somehow, even bigger than before.

You swoon quietly at the interaction, happy that everyone's being kind and warm. It's so sweet, you kind of don't mind the loud jazz music playing anymore.

You watch them interact, swap the numbers of their managers and go on and on about their love for music.

"He's a keeper Y/N," Your sister winks at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be hyping me up but okay."

jeon jungkook

"Woah, who's the dude at the dinner table?" Your sister asked as she walked in.

"You're late," Your dad stated briskly.

"Sorry," She mumbled sheepishly and sat across from you. "Hey, Sissy. Who's the guy?"

"You know he can hear you?" You chuckled.

"Wassup?" She nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, finally," Jungkook smiles at your sister.

"I'm sure you know my name. Y/N likes to act like I'm her kid but we're Irish twins. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I like your music by the way."

"Thank you."

Dinner was going well until your sister rolled up her sleeves, revealing a new tattoo.

"Oops," She mumbled.

"I thought we said no more tattoos," Your mom sighed, making you wince and put your head in your hands.

Your parents weren't the biggest fans of tattoos, they just didn't understand why someone would permanently mark their body. But your sister was rebellious. Well, you wouldn't even say that, she just did what she wanted.

"Well, I thought you meant no more tattoos as long as I lived here. That's why I moved out," She shrugged.

"I can't believe-"

"How many tattoos do you have?" Jungkook asked, cutting your dad's complaint off, causing you to look up from your hands.

"Oh, well, I honestly plan on having a sleeve. So, one piece but I've had five sessions," Your sister says sheepishly, looking down at her dinner plate.

"Cool. I have a sleeve. I can show you later if you'd like?" Jungkook offered and you looked over at your sister.

Her face lit up like a little kid getting ice cream and your face started to mirror hers.

"Yeah definitely. That'd be so cool," She nodded.

"We can go to our apartment then," You suggested, trying to respect your parents.

Once the situation fizzled out, you turned and pecked Jungkook's arm, making him look down at you puzzled.

"You're the best. She's probably your biggest fan now. After me, of course."

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socksjinie · 9 months

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✿ crime 101 — obsessions and taunts in red ink | taehyung

synopsis. blossom's life goes into a spiral when she discovers who she has been obsessing over all these years.

genre. powerpuff girls au ; taehyung!brick ; fluff ; angst

pairing. taehyung x blossom

wordcount. 2952

warnings. mentions of fights, beatings, and lots of unresolved angst

a/n. to celebrate the birthday of this really special girl, who is actually bubbles of my real-life ppg's friendship gang. have the happiest day, deo, i love you more than acing my grades, going for my morning runs, and keeping up with my schedule~ෆ

contact with the Rowdyruff Boys had never been the same for Blossom as it had been for her sisters.

while Bubbles viewed life and people from very early on with positivism that could blind her sometimes and Buttercup had always been one to know how not to mix business with pleasure, Blossom had continuously struggled with both approaches.

she couldn’t remember Taehyung or his brothers much from when they were little, apart of course the trouble their dad caused around the city—something that she was always responsible for taking care of. her memories of him from that time to middle school were always tainted by the position both he and she occupied.

they were leaders, even when still children. and while she definitely tried her best to lead her sisters to exemplary behavior, always doing their best to save the city and fight crime, Taehyung did everything opposite with his brothers, so it wasn’t a surprise she didn’t want much to do with him.

in school, they were rarely paired in the same class. she remembers having more shared teachers with Jimin than Taehyung himself. if she were honest with her priorities, fighting Mojo and his kids was just a side thing for her, her grades and social position came always at number one.

and boy, being number one made her act crazy…

that was all she needed to do from the moment she was born. be the number one at fighting crime, be the one setting the example, be the smartest you can be… the list goes on and on, so it wasn’t a surprise that she took that perspective to her personal life too. the only problem was that contrary to her heroine side, in school, she always had the same exact rival to compete with. and that made her want to yank her hair off.

while Buttercup most times came home with teacher’s notes to their dad, saying she was once again fighting or disturbing class because of Jungkook, and Bubbles would confess at night that maybe Jimin was different or that he wasn’t so bad like his brothers, Blossom had nothing to say. or to worry, really.

none of the boys was a problem for her, the only thing she needed to sort out was why the hell she wasn’t always number one with her grades in school.

she knew she had a perfect score, she was the leading student in her own class, but then every time the month ended and she passed by the official board, her student number was second.

the frustration was consuming her, and it lasted a long while. Buttercup was always making fun of her, most often than not joking about siding with the star of the school as she nicknamed the mystery student to be. Bubbles laughed and went along with the jokes. and Blossom did everything she could to uncover who the number one person was. it became her side project, but to her dismay, one with zero results.

no matter how she tried, begged, and even baked a full batch of her infamous chocolate cookies to give to her favorite teacher as bribery, no one ever gave in. “it’s against privacy regulations” was what everyone seemed to say when she approached the subject.

by the end of middle school, she almost lost her head and went through with Buttercup’s plan to steal the information from the school’s office. thankfully that same night they got a call from the Mayor and fighting crime became once more her priority, leading her astray from breaking the rules.

but then, her prayers were magically answered.

Blossom loved routines, and every day since she was old enough to handle her own money, she stopped by the Cherry Pop. she came to know it almost fatefully, due to a robbery that happened at the store many years ago. at the time a couple of records had been stolen, as well as some of the cashier's earnings, and of course, she found the money with the leader of the Rowdyruffs. it was to expect, but deep down she still thanks Taehyung for introducing her unknowingly to what became to be her favorite store in town.

and now, here she was, going downtown right after classes to pay the store a visit. it was almost the end of the school year, summer was knocking on the door and the sun's rays were already litting up Townsville. Blossom decided to stop by Cherry Pop’s and listen to the new records she knew had come for the summer when it happened.

it was a rule Professor—their dad—always insisted they followed: their powers were only to be used when needed. and right at that moment, she didn’t need to hear conversations with her super hearing ability. but she still did.

right before coming out of the store, she spotted two of her teachers across the street, talking while pointing to something inside a dossier. it seemed like a harmless encounter between the two of them, that later developed into something school related. it was almost the end of eighth grade which meant the final results were about to be hung on that stupid board, and curiosity got the better of Blossom. so she perked her attention to the two of them and begin hearing everything.

“... Ugh, he’s such a good student… And I bet if it weren’t for that misleading monster they call father he would be such a nice kid too.”

she watched attentively as Miss Margaret sighed as she agreed. “I know… I wish there was more I could do for them. Somehow, giving him my dusty record player for saving me doesn’t seem quite enough.”

that piece of information has Blossom’s eyebrows knitting so bad they almost merge together.

“I just don’t know how he keeps it. Every time – His grades are always up there… I mean. When does he study if he’s always doing his father’s evil deeds and covering up for his brothers when the cops show up? I feel like they are constantly down in the station– At least that’s what Sharon says, you know, her husband works there.”

Blossom has always been quick with her thinking, and by this alone, she thinks anyone would be able to figure out they are talking about Taehyung. no one apart from the Rowdyruffs has an evil dad in Townsville or goes around doing evil deeds like Mr. Clarkson described. and it has to be him because Jungkook can’t even be discussed when it comes to his grades as he doesn’t care enough, and although the covering up part seems like a Jimin thing, she had been in his class last year, she has seen his grades and it doesn’t come without much effort on his end. what shocks her, however, is the part where Taehyung saves Miss Margaret. that isn’t a thing villains do, and she would know, she has been fighting crime ever since she was born.

“He’s just… Gifted, I reckon.” Miss Margaret’s statement has her snapping out of her thoughts. “He isn’t much of a reader, but I noticed that if he pays enough attention he’s able to remember about the subjects… You must notice it too. Explaining it once to him is enough. That kind of annoying student that comes once in a lifetime, I guess!” she chuckles as Mr. Clarkson agrees.

“Well, too bad he got that suspension for the graffiti thing… Otherwise, he would definitely come first on the board, once again. And he deserves it. With everything the kid has to go through… I can’t even imagine!”

suddenly, Blossom isn’t able to focus on the conversation anymore. her world starts to spin in a way she didn’t deem possible.

Taehyung, the leader of the Rowdyruffs, son of Mojo Jojo, a criminal to heart that she has been fighting ever since… ever, is apparently the star of the school. the student she has been most ardently trying to unmask. the person that she viewed as her most formidable opponent and if she was brave enough to admit, the person she at some point began admiring from a distance.

it was like suddenly discovering the earth was flat all along.

that night was hell for Blossom. she had trouble digesting the discoveries and bumping into the protagonist of them later at dawn wasn’t the best option for her fiery angst. the Powerpuffs had received a call about some troublemakers causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, and the cops were adamantly fixated on taking them to the station at any cost, even if said troublemakers had fled the scene of the crime—a graffiti pig dressed as a cop in a brick wall by a well-known bar.

Blossom had suggested to her sisters they should swipe town apart to cover more terrain, and now that she straight up bumped into Taehyung down an alley next to the Cherry Pop she regretted her decision thoroughly.

“You!” she grits through her teeth and watches how he turns his head, his side profile shining under the moonlight.

“What about me?”

Blossom doesn’t know what frustrates her most. from knowing he is the one she wanted to find so badly to his nonchalant attitude as he turns back once again and proceeds to draw on the alley with his red canned spray, every little thing seems to poke at her somewhat short fuse.

“It’s you!” she exclaims frustrated, partially embarrassed for not having a grip on her confused emotions or a better thing to say.

Taehyung looks back at her, a crooked smile adorning his features as he shakes the canned spray, “Uhm, it’s me…? Unless you’re seeing someone else, Red, I’m pretty sure it’s just me –”

“No, idiot! It’s you as in you’re the student I have to compete with!”

The boy was about to paint another stroke but halts completely. Under Blossom’s furious gaze, he crouches down to place his canister on the floor before facing her again.

“You don’t have to compete with me, you want to compete with me. It’s a bit different, Red.”

“I don’t want to compete with you! Up until fourth grade I didn’t even have competition. I was always first! And then –Suddenly you are always there in that fricking board! It’s my board, my first place!”

“Your first place?” He asks amused as he crosses his arm. “Didn’t seem like it this whole year… Or the one before.”

Blossom bites the insides of her cheeks as she feels her pink eyes turning hot. the last thing she needed was to burn everything to the ground, including her favorite store, with her laser eyes just because of him.

“It’s not so fun when people shove it to your face is it?” Taehyung adds.

“That’s the difference between you and me,” she scoffs bitter, “I would never do such a thing.”

“Oh, really? You seem to forget that I share the same powers you have, Miss Perfectly Right.”

there is something hidden in his eyes that Blossom can’t quite figure out. he steps closer to her, and for the first time in her whole life, she views him as daunting, dangerous even. “And I remember quite clearly when you referred to me as a brainless kid to your friends on the patio, nothing but a pebble in your shoes. Guess I’m just fulfilling the description of the job.”

Blossom’s eyes fall to the damp concrete ground, searching for her past memories and balling her fists to the possibility of her being unjust with someone. but he was a Rowdyruff. they were the bad guys… so what if she called him an airhead?

“You don’t even remember, do you?” Taehyung searches for her eyes as he scoffs. there is no ounce of anger in it like she expected it to be. he was just… disappointed.

gulping down and sticking to her pride, Blossom shrugs. she did remember the moment now that he talked about it, and she did indeed make less of him but that was how she felt at the time, and at the moment she is still too reluctant to acknowledge he is any different than that.

“Whatever. I guess it serves you right.” he kicks the spray canister he had been using to paint, “Good luck trying to be first from now on.”

leaving no room for response, he flees the scene with a swoosh.

Blossom’s shoulders sink and her world doesn’t stop spinning. just like that she is faced with the feeling that perhaps she is being the villain in someone else’s story.

she hears the cops’ sirens from a distance and quickly retrieves the canister that had rolled up to the sidewalk, taking it with her as she flies home.

for the months to come, Blossom keeps to herself. Taehyung isn’t in her class, again, and she is somehow relieved by it. the only time she sees him is whenever they have to fight each other and it always ends up being a rollercoaster of emotions for her. she takes the opportunity to release her pent-up anger toward him, but then, every time he ends up being arrested or badly hit by herself, her chest stings differently and she ends up returning home with a bad taste in her mouth.

his good grades never stop coming nevertheless, which frustrates her to the point that even though she rarely bumps into him in school, she begins having trouble focusing on her studies. which is a first—one that she wished had never happened.

and after the first half of ninth grade of her watching her world collapse around her, Taehyung decides it would be fun to poke at her wound a bit more and so he starts leaving badly drawn doodles of her face around school with words such as “wuss” or “loser”.

at first, it was in her locker, which bothered her but not so much. a wet tissue resolved the problem pretty fast. but then when later on Patty Conklin started making a fuss for seeing it behind the gymnasium, the whole school started making funny faces as Blossom passed by in the halls.

Buttercup threatened everyone with her looks as she started more and more coming to Blossom’s side in the hallways. and Bubbles was always turning the tables with reversible psychology or as she called it “leverage gossip”. but that was bothering Blossom more than Taehyung’s little revenge.

she didn’t need people coming to her rescue.

and so something in her blossomed. for the rest of ninth grade she fought harder, focused more, participated in more activities, studied better, and by the end of it not only did she come as a top student with several acclamations that their dad was sure to hang in their fridge but she also found her first boyfriend—Dexter.

throughout the entirety of summer, she was able to put past her the whole Taehyung graffiti incident. she had managed to bump into him only twice, both being part of her job as he was once again involved with crime. and for the rest of it, she enjoyed going out with her sisters, or hanging with Dexter as they strolled around savoring milkshakes or the new records arriving at Cherry Pop. life felt normal again, the world was once more round and it spun her way.

but then came the beginning of tenth grade.

for the first time in years, she and Taehyung shared classes. not only that but someone in the secretariat thought it would be better for the students to have lockers placed near the classes they would be going to, and suddenly she had to see Taehyung’s annoying grin every morning before the first bell rang. their lockers being right across from each other.

“Morning, Red.” he would say like a well-programmed clock as he leaned in his metal cabinet, red cap boyishly back, arms defiantly crossed.

“Mind your business, Jojo.” she would hear Dexter approach like a knight in shining armor, scowling at the Rowdyruff, before she could snap at the boy herself.

in return, Taehyung would send him a sly smile, not at all bothered by his presence. “Your panties already twisted, Dex? So soon? Sheesh.”

and of course Dexter balled his fists annoyed, Taehyung knew how to get under his skin. Or everyone else’s for that matter. but Dexter also knew he was no opponent for a boy who could conjure fire with his hands, therefore his threats were just that... threats.

“Go find yourself a wall to paint, airhead.” Blossom would come to the rescue and between her remarks and the way Dexter always kissed her cheek, placing his arm around her neck as they walked away, the smile would fade from Taehyung’s lips.

although exhausting, it was a routine that Blossom was used to. she could even say that every time he would get into heated arguments with her while in class due to different points of view or better, due to pure spite, it was the fire she needed to boost her throughout the day. she wouldn’t change it.

but it was only when he began missing classes the week after the Halloween party that she realized how much she didn’t want to change it.

weeks turned to months, hatred turned into longing, and the heart she thought belonged to Dexter had always been in the hands of another. it had all been there, kept in a forgotten drawer much like the red paint spray canister with a cherry doodle that she looked at resentfully every now and then. on its bottom, the words that taunted her for the years to come in his absence. Taehyung wuz here.

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azucarmorena97 · 4 months

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Pact

“You think we’ll always be friends?” He reaches into the bag you’re holding and haphazardly tosses a Cheeto into his mouth. You nod, looking straight ahead at the bright cityscape, “Of course.” “Wanna make a marriage pact?” He asks in a far too casual tone for such a serious topic. You roll your eyes, “We are not gonna be one of those cliché best friends that makes a marriage pact.” “Oh, come on. It’s not like it’ll happen- Odds are, I’m gonna find a beautiful model type or- or even an actress; but just as a backup plan, we can have each other.” “Backup plan, huh?” You smirk, chewing slowly. “Absolutely. It’ll be great because we’re already friends, ya know? So living together will be a breeze. It’ll be like…summer camp.” “Summer camp? You’re out of your mind.” “At least think about it, huh?” “Fine,” You sigh, passing him the bag and leaning back on the bench, arm extending behind him on the backrest. Marriage pact. What a clown…

A/N: I know I have a marriage story already in motion with Jungkook, but should I expand on this idea? Yes? No? 🙈

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dollydaisies · 16 days

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hi! i’m a screenwriter but also a very mentally ill girl with too many ideas that i need to share with the class.

for this blog, i’d like to merge my screenwriting with fanfiction writing. if you’re unfamiliar with screenwriting, here’s an example:

this is the script to s1 ep1 of stranger things. the dialogue will not be formatted exactly as such because i don’t think its possible on tumblr, but i’ll do something like it. it’ll make it easier for me and you to visualize, and it takes a lot of pressure off of me!

so, my question is…

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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hey I don’t know if you’re still doing the bullet prompts but can you do a yoongi jealous one?

Yoongi doesn't get jealous often

Just when this thing happens every so often- he finds you gorgeous all the time but sometimes it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again

the world turns slow and you're sparkling and beautiful and perfect and you're talking to another man instead of him

he's not jealous in a way that he'd change anything about the situation, he wants you to talk to people and be sparkly and beautiful and perfect- he's jealous of the other man

it makes him want to work harder, try more to get your attention.

he wants to do better to be the one you're looking at and he makes sure he's in your viewpoint at all times, narrowly avoiding you until you notice a shift in his demeanor

You always know when Yoongi's jealous. It makes him act out, be his most charming self, full of sarcastic jokes and legs spread wide in the chair he's sitting in and you have a love hate relationship with it

You hate that he has the ability affect you from so far away, making your temperature rise with no more than five seconds of eye contact and a smile.

He smirks when you tilt your head at him, half in intrigue, half in confusion. You float towards him, leaning your cheek against his shoulder as you gaze up at him

"You're being very social tonight," You noted, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Just trying to match your energy, baby." He smirked, playing nonchalant as he shifts his attention completely off of you and back onto whatever incredibly entertaining conversation he was in

You sulk until he gets flirty, hand skirting your ass and cupping your thigh when you scoot closer to him. You hold his arm a little harder than normal, feel your breath slightly too shallow as he leans in to whisper some snide comment about everyone else in the room because he knows that's your favorite

"Are you done giving me whiplash?" You mumbled against his lips when you finally corner him in a discreet area

"Are you ready to let me take you home?" He countered.

Because he knows at the end of the day the gravely tone of his voice will always have your full attention, you'll always end up in the same situation

Leaving the party early to end up wrapped up in his sheets instead

"Thought you'd never ask," You sighed, pulling him down to you by the collar of his shirt to kiss him

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pleutbeaucoup · 1 year

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Hey! Long time no write..or read lol. Hope you've been okay. Could I request jungkook, some angst with a fluffy end! Thanks😊

if it’s too much.

jungkook x reader

angst. fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

446.

'then why don't you go?! just go!'

your boyfriend closed his eyes as you screamed at him, the way he often did in an effort to contain his anger. but this wasn't a missed step at dance practice, or a beat that didn't hit just right, or even a note he just couldn't hit.

this was a year, 5 months, and 27 days and he was worried when he opened his eyes they would all be for naught.

'_____'

'go jungkook.'

your use of his name caught his attention and so did your tear stained cheeks. when had you started crying this way? he touched his own cheek, when had he?

'please-'

your answer was the front door, swung open waiting for him to walk through it.

you sat on the couch, as you had been since jungkook left 43 minutes earlier. it was impossible to stop replaying the events that had brought you here. were you overreacting? was he? was it over? was there even anything left to save? your phone lit up on the coffee table and you leaned forward from your fetal position.

tae; he left his phone.

tae; if it's too much i can get it

you; no don't be ridiculous, this is his apartment. tell him to give me an hour, he can have it all back.

it only took you 47 minutes to pack your two drawers, few hangers in the closet, and toiletries. thank god you hadn't turned in your lease cancellation notice, maybe they'd allow month to month until you could find something back home. it was these thoughts of what the fuck you were gonna do now that distracted you enough not to hear to the frantic swinging of the door and rushed footsteps. you smelled him before you saw him. cotton, linen, fresh rain, and home, always home.

'i'm almost done.'

'no you're not.'

you sighed and looked up, "jungkook-"

his lips were on yours before you could break the two of you in two any further. and it's that the kiss wasn't rushed, wasn't domineering, that had new tears forming. because it said something about jungkook and his confidence in your relationship. he didn't need to hurry, because he wasn't letting you go. a conversation would need to be had but it could wait. he pulled back and wiped your eyes with his thumbs, you did the same for him.

'do you know-can you try to understand how much i love you?'

you sniffled, nodding. 'i love you so much kookie.'

he smiled, relief. he kissed you again, and again, and again. variations of the promise 'we'll figure it out' pressed against your lips.

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7ndipity · 4 months

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6:58pm/Moments Like This

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just a soft lil blurb about cute, domestic intimacy with Yoongi and washing dishes together.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @ilys00ga for requesting this!

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“Where do the measuring cups go?”

“Top left cupboard, just like the last time you asked.” He replied without looking up, a small grin slipping across his face as he washed your favorite mug.

“Why can I never remember that!” You groaned, following his directions. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s still new for you.” He said calmly, rinsing the cup and passing it to you to dry.

Dusk was just beginning to settle over the city outside, but you and Yoongi had already cooked and eaten dinner together, planning an early movie night since he had to be up early the next day.

Yoongi passed you another dish, his movements coming to a stop as he watched you, following the way you carefully dried the bowl with the dish towel and put it away, tripping slightly over your own feet as you turned, making him bite back another grin.

The simple routine had become the norm for the two of you since you had moved in with him, one of those things you did almost without thinking, but something about it made him feel…

Happy? Relaxed? Content? He wasn’t sure how to describe it exactly.

It was no secret that Yoongi loved subtle forms of intimacy; the tiny, little gestures that showed how you cared for each other, often so simple they could easily be overlooked.

The way you always brought him something to eat or drink when he was distracted or stressed with work, the hand he ghosted over your back to keep you close as you wove through a crowded space, or the way you helped make the bed together in the morning.

When you turned around again, you noticed his eyes on you.

“What?” You laughed, bemused by his sudden soft expression.

He shrugged. “I just love you.” He said simply.

“Yeah?” You moved closer, hooking your arms around his neck.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“I love you too.” You said quietly, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss.

Love, that was what he was feeling. The same thing he’d felt every time he’d looked at you since the day you’d met.

He felt love.

It was funny almost, how a feeling that was described as so big and all consuming was the most distinct and tangible to him in the quiet moments like this.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his hands to your back to bring you closer.

“Your hands are wet.” You whined, squirming in his hold as the moisture seeped into the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing.

“I don’t care, it’s my shirt.” He replied, reconnecting your lips.

He didn’t need some big gesture to know how you felt about each other, all he needed were moments like this.

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holdinbacksecrets · 5 months

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boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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small moments of comfort

bts x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I hope you all enjoy these little blurbs. These are just small glimpses of the the boys and reader/oc gaining comfort from each other in random situations. Thanks for reading! :))

↬ seokjin: Your legs are still a bit unstable and full of sleep as you make your way back into the bedroom with a glass of water. You pause at the doorway, leaning against it as you watch Seokjin, his face adorably pressed against the pillow, his plush lips smooshed into a cute pout. Stepping toward him, he stirs, his hands searching for your body that is not in bed with him. It’s then that he lifts his head, his eyebrows pulling into a scowl, his eyelids forcing themselves open in search of you. Spotting you standing beside the bed, he grunts in disapproval. “Jinnie,” you coo, trying to coax him awake. In defiance, he plops his head against the pillows once again. “Love, no,” he groans, his arms lazily reaching out for you again, in desire of finding you and pulling you back into the coziness of your bed. “Come on,” you giggle, setting the glass of water down on the bedside table. As if the sound of the glass touching the wooden tabletop is his cue, he suddenly uses all his energy to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and pulls you down onto the mattress with him. Tugging you against him, he tosses the blankets over your laughing form and slings his leg over your hips. “Stay here with me,” he mumbles against the top of your head, the words followed by a sweet peck to your hair. “What about breakfast?” You question as your arm rests over his waist, already allowing your lingering tiredness and the warmth of his body lull you back to sleep. “We’ll have lunch.”

↬ yoongi: Your eyes are heavy as you run the sponge over the plate in the soapy water. You would kill for an early night, the week’s stress wearing you down. A yawn slips from your lips just as Yoongi’s arms wrap around your waist, drawing a surprised gasp from you. He chuckles against your frame as he whispers a quick apology before he tucks his chin over your shoulder. “Missed you,” he mumbles quietly, as though he has to be gentle with the volume of his voice. You hum in response, relaxing in his arms to reciprocate the feeling, a silent, missed you too. “New perfume?” He suddenly asks, the question making you halt your actions for a moment, your hands lingering in the dishwater all covered in suds. “You can tell?” You ask through a fond, appreciative smile. “It’s nice,” he simply replies, kissing your neck softly. As you reach for another dish, Yoongi uses his position behind you to pull you away from the sink, squeezing his body between you and the dishes as he instantly takes over the task. “Yoongi,” you complain. “Go rest,” he nods toward the bedroom, all but kicking you out of the kitchen. “I mean it, I’ll join you soon.”

↬ hoseok: It’s late and you’ve been on the road all day, both you and Hoseok feeling the tension from your agitated states. A long day of traveling and minor inconveniences has resulted in two cranky people who have been taking turns snapping at each other over the past several hours. After an uncomfortable period of silence as you stare out the window, Hoseok’s voice is gentle over the music humming quietly throughout the cab: “The moon is full,” he says in an attempt to defuse the heaviness of your previously foul moods. You love the moon. Turning to look at him, he points through the windshield, directing your gaze. Craning your neck to peer up at the sky, you see the brightness of the moon’s glow, lighting up the night. Just like that, a simple gesture of goodwill and expression of love, both of your demeanors soften. You watch as he places his hand over the gear shift and settles into his seat, your body following suit as you sit back in yours. You reach over and place your hand overtop his, and he instantly twists the limb in your grasp to intertwine his fingers with yours. A small smile curves on your lips as you glance over at his handsome side profile and spot the soft dimple in his cheek as his own grin grows wider. No apology is necessary when his thumb brushes the side of your hand and you squeeze tightly for just a moment.

↬ namjoon: You are what Namjoon calls a chronic overthinker, and well, he would know as he suffers the same fate. You’re in the kitchen sitting at the island, unable to sleep and not wanting your tossing and turning to wake your boyfriend. However, you didn’t consider what your lack of presence would do to his slumber. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon’s low, sleep-filled voice sounds from behind you, startling you as you snap your head towards him. Through a sign, you tell him, “I just can’t sleep,” as you turn in your seat to face him. “You go back to bed though, I won’t be up long.” Namjoon shoots you a sassy glare, as though your suggestion is ridiculous to him. He moves to the stove and puts a kettle on to boil. Then, he joins you at the island, standing behind you while his hands find purchase on your shoulders as he takes a crack at massaging out the tension. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks before giggling at the moan that slips from your lips. “Tomorrow,” you tell him. He leans forward and kisses the back of your head gently. “Ok,” he whispers in understanding, his hands still gently soothing the muscles in your shoulders and neck. “We’ll have some tea and then try to sleep again,” he relays his plan, a smile curving on your lips as you nod in approval. He leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it before whispering his command for you. “You just focus on relaxing.”

↬ jimin: Pressing the button for your floor inside the elevator, you let out a sigh- your body’s attempt to release the stress from the day. Just as the doors start to close, you hear someone calling out to you from the apartment complex’s entryway. “Dear!” Jimin’s voice sounds, triggering you to quickly use your arm to halt the doors from shutting. You smile at your boyfriend as he jogs into the elevator, flashing you that pretty beam, and you already feel more at peace. “Fancy meeting you here,” you flirt, earning a breathy chuckle from the man. He brushes his hand through his hair in that charming way that makes millions swoon, his other hand lifting the grocery bag and forcing your gaze from his angelic features to take notice. “Got us a little something,” he smirks. Lifting your eyebrows in intrigue, Jimin pulls a glass bottle out of the bag just far enough for you to deduce its contents. Wine. “God, I love you,” you exhale happily, Jimin giggling as he leans in and leaves a kiss to your mouth. “Let’s get wasted,” he jokingly whispers against your lips through an obvious grin as you fall into his embrace, happy to be home.

↬ taehyung: There’s an incessant tapping against the side of your calf muscle. That’s the first indication of Taehyung’s stress. Your legs are draped over his lap as you read a book and he watches the television. However, peering over the pages, you find a crease etched between his eyebrows as he stares ahead at the wall rather than the screen, lost in thought. And that’s your second indication of stress. The third comes in the form of a sigh that he doesn’t realize he lets out. Frowning at him, you set the book aside and pull your legs from his lap, the sudden loss of your presence shifting his attention to you. You cock your head at his wide-eyed gaze, the sweet man looking innocent and bewildered. He watches as you sit up on your knees and make your way across the sofa to him, instantly draping your leg over his hips and straddling his lap. As if it’s instinctual, his large hands settle on the sides of your thighs as he looks up at you, his tongue poking between his lips to wet them. “Hi,” he greets, still confused by the sudden attention but not at all opposed. “What’s on your mind, Dearest?” You ask, noting the way his eyes soften and his body relaxes slightly beneath you. It feels as though he’s been waiting for someone to ask. You lean toward him and press your lips softly against his forehead, lingering for a small moment before whispering against his skin: “Tell me all about it.”

↬ jungkook: You follow the sound of water cascading to the shower floor and Jungkook’s pretty vocals all the way from the front door of your apartment to the bathroom. The echoes of his shower singing, a habit of his that you adore, acts like breadcrumbs, a trail you can’t resist pursuing. Stepping into the space, you’re instantly enwrapped with steam, Jungkook’s stunning voice, and the scent of vanilla. Behind the foggy glass is Jungkook’s distorted frame, and you’re hit with the desire to join him and let the hot water and the man you love melt away the stress of the day. “Are you using my body wash again, you brat?” You lightheartedly accuse overtop the rush of the water raining over him. His head snaps in your direction, Jungkook brushing his palm against the steamy door to clear a section to spot you through. The shower door then opens, his cute doe eyes shining as he beams guiltily at you, the man pushing his wet hair back. The giggle he lets out already has your troubles from the day drifting from your mind. “It smells better than mine,” he replies cutely. Smiling back at him, you watch the water pour down his toned body as he gestures for you to join him with a nod of his head. A wordless invitation you’re more than happy to accept. Before you can process your actions, you’re pulling your clothes off, aching to get your hands on the vanilla scented dream boy who smiles at you giddily.

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jiminies-ahmee · 2 years

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you’d heard about the boys’ experiences with sharing a room with jungkook - but you’d always thought they’d been exaggerating. (spoiler alert: they were not)

as you roll over in bed to face jungkook who’d completely knocked out the second he’d gotten into bed, you bite back a laugh. his mouth hangs open with his cheek smooshed against the soft pillow beneath him, loud snores leaving his pretty lips.

with a careful hand, you brush through his hair gently and push his chin up in attempt to close his mouth. “you’re gonna eat all the bed bugs”, you whisper.

jungkook stirs slightly at your soft touches, lips smacking loudly as his arm reaches out for you beneath the sheets. his warm hand finds purchase on the skin of your hip, pulling you in closer to his chest.

he gives you a little squeeze before rubbing the pad of his thumb along your skin before mumbling a gravelly, “sleep, baby”.

and you try, but within minutes jungkook begins snoring loudly once more. you sigh, “i’m really choosing to spend the rest of my life like this.” but there’s no regret in your words.

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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he has a day off – mafia!bts

[warnings: there’s the tiniest bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff]

summary: in which y/n’s man spends the day with her

word count: 3,086

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kim seokjin

"Okay, okay, so I know you said 'Y/N don't do anything crazy. I just wanna relax and spend time with you. Blah blah,'" You playfully mimicked your boyfriend.

You both stood in the master bathroom, but you were behind Jin, on your tippy toes so you could cover his eyes.

It was so hard for you to keep this a secret for the last two days. But when Jin said he was forcing himself to take a day off, you knew you had to do something special for him. When you were on your lunch breaks at work and when you got home, all you did was plan for this day.

"That is not how I sound."

"Baby, that's not the point. The point is we're going to relax together but in the best way possible!" Quickly you removed your hands from his eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. "We're having a spa day! Starting with a nice relaxing bath; I even turned the jets on!"

His silence made you worry and you took a step back so you could move in front of him and look directly into his eyes.

"Y/N-"

"You don't like it?"

"No, Princess, I love it," He smiled and pulled you into a warm hug.

You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him back. "Let's get in before the bubbles go away. That's the best part." You were both quick the strip down and Jin got in the tub first so he could help you in. "Ahhh it's so hot," You quietly moaned out.

Jin leaned against the wall of the tub and your back rested against his chest. He often pecked the top of your head subconsciously; he was just so enamored by you and all that you did for him.

"I love you, too, Jinnie," You giggled in response to his multitude of kisses.

"I know. You do so much for me and I'm just so grateful for you," He hummed and held you tighter in his arms.

"You deserve it. You work so hard and you take care of me, and the boys, and your family. We all love you so much. And I have so much planned for us today."

"Oh really?" He chuckled. "Tell me all about it."

You quickly sat up and turned your body so you could look directly at him.

"Okay," You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands before you started to ramble. "So I don't know if you can smell it but your favorite breakfast is being made. I hired a chef to come make us breakfast and lunch. So we'll eat after this, get massages and facials in the living room. It's crazy that the living room is that big that the massage tables can be set up in there-"

"Okay, you don't have to continue. I see I have a full day ahead of me."

"Nope, there's more." You kept going, "after that, we'll shower, have lunch, and then we can take a nap. But we have to get ready for dinner. It'll be us, the boys, and your parents. I'm so excited!"

Jin laughed and pecked your lips gently, making your body grow hot. With just a simple kiss he was able to make you blush. At this rate, it feels like you'll have butterflies for the rest of your life with him.

"Thank you, Princess."

"And don't worry about security-"

"I'm not," He shook his head. "I'm sure you covered all of our bases. You're the best, Y/N."

You smiled and pulled his body against yours so you could hug him. "You deserve it, Jinnie."

min yoongi

The bed was still warm when you woke up and Yoongi's arms were still wrapped around your waist.

Yoongi sleeping in gave you hope that you two could have breakfast together. As small as it was, it was something you dreamed about for the last couple of weeks since your boyfriend was always so busy.

"Good morning."

He had probably woken up just a little bit before you. You could hear the husky tiredness in his voice, something that was so rare for you to hear these days.

"Hey," You smiled and turned to face him. "What are you still doing here?"

"What? Not happy to see me?" He smirked before kissing your forehead.

"I'm always happy to see you, Min Yoongi."

"I took the day off so I could spend it with my favorite girl."

You cooed as your felt your insides melt at his words. It made you beyond happy to hear that he was taking the day to spend time with you.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Yoongi stood behind you, one hand on your waist and his head resting against his shoulder. He hummed along to Joy by Blackstreet as you flipped over the pancakes you were making.

Being in Yoongi's arms brought you a peace you'd never felt before. His job was dangerous but it felt like everything would be okay as long as he held you and placed soft kisses along your neck.

His hips started swaying to the beat, taking yours along.

"What made you wanna stay home?" You asked him and set the finished pancakes on a plate.

You felt him shrug and pull away from your body so he could grab syrup and butter. He remained silent as he set up the table and you turned off the stove.

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"You okay? What's going on?"

He stayed still at the end of the kitchen table giving you a chance to walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his back.

"You deserve someone that can stay home with you all of the time," He sighed and leaned back into your touch.

"I deserve you, Yoongi and you deserve me."

He shook his head making you frown and take his hand into yours.

"I just want to spend time with you, Y/N, let's not look too far into it."

You let out a sigh, willing to compromise so you could enjoy your day together.

But you knew you weren't going to let this go and so did your boyfriend.

You grabbed Yoongi's plate of pancakes off of the counter and held them out for him to take.

"I love you, Yoongi, let's eat."

jung hoseok

If Hoseok wasn't in the business he was in, you're sure he would've been someone's stylist. Spending his free day in the mall with you by his side was proof of that.

Hoseok loved clothes and he loved dressing you up like a doll. He claimed in another life he was a fashion designer and you were his muse that kept giving.

It was kind of romantic.

But walking around with bodyguards is anything but romantic or relaxing. On one of your few days alone with your boyfriend, it was the two of you and four babysitters that were horrible at being inconspicuous.

Your fingernails kept finding their way between your teeth because of how anxious the men were making you. You're sure they're nice guys and all but the constant surveillance was making you more paranoid than you already were.

How likely was it that one of Bangtan's rivals was going to pop up at the mall and snatch Hoseok away from you? Did you really need these men here as reminders of the danger you were always in?

"Take your fingers out of your mouth, Love, they're dirty," Hoseok scolded you as he took hand sanitizer out of his bag to put on your hands.

"Hobi, can we just go home?" You quietly asked while rubbing the sanitizer into your hands.

"What? How come?" He stopped walking and looked around before pulling you over to a hallway to lead to the bathrooms. "What's the matter, Love?"

"I'm just tired and wanna go home. We shopped enough to last us a lifetime."

He gave you a look but knew you weren't going to elaborate anymore. At least not while you were uncomfortable.

The car ride home was quiet besides the radio playing but you were much more at ease.

Hoseok hand rested on your thigh and you rested a hand on top of his, sometimes taking a finger and gripping it gently.

"Why were you anxious?"

You frowned and quickly denied his accusation. "I wasn’t anxious, Hobi."

"You were biting your nails. Something was bothering you."

You turned from the window and looked over at your boyfriend with some form of admiration.

He knew you so well and despite what happened at the mall, you were amazing at his ability to read you.

"Oh there go your lovey eyes," He teased and squeezed your thigh causing you to giggle.

"I just love you, Hoseokie."

"And I love you, too. So you have to tell me what's the matter so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," You sighed and turned back toward the window. "Well, it's nothing you're going to change."

"Just tell me what it is and I'll see if we can compromise."

You sighed again and played with the hangnail on your pinkie.

"Y/N..."

"Hoseok..."

It wasn't long before he pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building.

You knew Hoseok wasn't going to let this go but you also felt like he wasn't going to change the security detail that followed him everywhere.

Hoseok's best guards carried your things inside the apartment like butlers and checked around the apartment to make sure nobody broke in.

You fidgeted the whole time they were there. You couldn't focus on the show you were watching because you could hear them shuffling around the apartment. Your legs kept bouncing because you were trying not to bite your nails. You were sitting on the couch, your hands under your butt until they finished their search and left.

"The guards make you nervous?" Hoseok asked from the kitchen.

He sat at the island drinking a glass of water as soon as you both got home. You didn't realize he was watching you the whole time.

He noticed that the second the men walked out the door, your leg slowly stopped bouncing and you were able to use your hands.

"No," You quickly denied.

"You know I can't go anywhere without them."

"You think I don't know that?"

He didn't flinch at your snappiness, he was expecting it, but that didn't mean it felt good.

He slowly walked over to the couch and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't want to move too suddenly and cause you to get anxious again.

"I'm sorry, Hobi."

"I'm sorry, too."

kim namjoon

It was just the two of you (and security) in the art museum. Namjoon bought it out for the day allowing you both as much relaxation as possible.

When you walked into a new room, you'd walk to one side, Namjoon would walk to the other and at one point you'd meet in the middle.

Namjoon would take your hand in his, sometimes squeezing it or pulling it up to his mouth to kiss. No matter what you'd become a hot mess that melted into his hold. You never wanted to be away from him but eventually, you'd pull away to explore the rest of the room without him.

As you moved on to the next room you'll talk about which piece of art was your favorite from the previous room. Namjoon would offer to buy it from the museum but you always declined.

"It'll give us another reason to come back. Maybe bring Tae or something. He likes this type of stuff."

"Oh, so you want us to babysit on the next visit?" He teased and smirked at you. Once his dimple appeared you softly poked it and made a "boop" noise.

When you arrived back home, you handed the guards the to-go plates you got from the restaurant. You bid them goodnight before going to wash up, leaving Namjoon to talk to them.

Namjoon was quick to dismiss them and find his way to you.

You were brushing your teeth when he came behind you and snaked his arms around your waist.

"How was your day Lovebug?" He asked and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and leaned back into his chest. "It was good. I think our best date yet. Reminded me of college."

"We can go to a different museum in a couple of weeks. I'll have to set it up."

"I'd love that."

"Oh and stop being nice to the guards. I think they're falling in love with you or something."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his face scrunch up in disgust, making you giggle. "You know I'm yours. And I need to be nice to them, they put their lives on the line to keep us safe. So make sure you're nice to them too, Joonie."

"Me? Nice? Do you know who I am?" He playfully asked and nipped at your earlobes.

"You're my Joonbug, the sweetest man on the planet."

park jimin

"Minie, it's my turn to pick."

"No, it's my turn. Remember you said if we watch Annie, I could pick the movies for the rest of the day?"

"Ugh, I don't know why I said that," You groaned and shook your head in shame.

Jimin laughed and pat your thigh in an attempt to console you. "It's okay, Lover. Since I'm your generous and oh-so-merciful boyfriend, I'll allow you to pick the movie after this one."

"Oh Park Jimin, how will I ever repay you?"

"Could use some more popcorn," He shrugged and shook the empty popcorn bowl in your direction.

"Anything for you, Minie."

You were quick to make more popcorn and fill up glasses of juice for you two to drink.

"Next movie day we should definitely get something other than popcorn."

"Agreed."

You spent the day wrapped in Jimin's arms, begging him not to put on any scary movies unless it was Halloween series.

The thing is, Jimin didn't even like scary movies all that much, he just liked teasing you and the kisses he got when you were begging him not to play the movie. He'd never actually put the movie on; he wouldn't dare make his Lover uncomfortable even though you'd probably cuddle into his chest if he did.

At some point, you'll catch on to his little trick but until then he'll be drowning in your kisses.

kim taehyung

When you woke up the bed was empty and you had assumed Taehyung was at work and would call you when he got a chance.

You got ready for the day, putting on some comfortable shorts and a tank top so you could sit outside in the hammock Tae set up for you the night before.

"Tannie, come outside with Mom," You hummed and grabbed your book off of the bookshelf in the living room.

Yeontan was way ahead of you, waiting at the screen door for you. Once you opened the door for him he ran off into the yard. It used to worry you when he just ran off due to his condition but after observing him for a while, he seemed to know his limits.

You applied some sunscreen on your body and then carefully got into the hammock.

You had gotten through a couple of chapters of your book when you heard the door slide open and then closed.

"Hey, I thought you were working," You smiled as you saw Tae walk over to you (and Tannie who was napping under your hammock).

"No, I went to go grab groceries. The lines were long and the traffic was so bad. Took me forever to get back to you," He explained and leaned down to peck your nose.

"So you've got the day off?"

"Mhm," He nodded and carefully got into the hammock with you. "What do you usually do on your days off?"

"Me and Tannie usually sit around and read books, try not to miss you too much. Eventually, we make dinner for you and greet you once you come in."

"Well don't let me mess up your routine. Why don't you read to me?"

You nodded and opened your book, starting where you left off.

After a while Tae began to doze off, using your chest as a pillow. You stopped reading aloud and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing him further into a deep sleep.

"Need to spend more days off like this," He mumbled.

"Maybe you can read to me next time."

"Okay."

jeon jungkook

"Kookie, you're still here!" You gasped as you walked into your boyfriend's gaming room.

When you woke up you heard noises coming from the room, so you entered the room you usually stay out of. You knew this was Jungkook's haven and didn't want to intrude but you could've sworn he had some mission to go on today.

"Morning Lovey. Did I wake you?" He asked, keeping his big eyes on the screen. He pushed back his gaming chair and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap.

Without hesitation, you sat on Jungkook's lap and pecked his cheek. "No, but I heard a noise and got curious. Who's on the headset?"

"Tae, Jin, and Yoongi. They're mostly arguing, I'm mostly playing."

"Thought you had a thing to do today?" You asked once you knew you were in the clear to talk about his line of work.

"I got Jimin to do it. I owe him one."

You watched his fingers move all over the keyboard as he played whatever game, making your head spin.

"Is this Fortnite?" You asked innocently and looked down at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips sat in a pout, clearly trying to focus.

"Y/N what?" You could hear Taehyung, clearly appalled, from Jungkook's headset.

"What? It's not?

"Ignore him, Lovey."

You nodded and went back to watching Jungkook play. You were completely enamored by his focus and the seriousness in his voice while leading his group to victory time and time again.

After another win, he pushed back his gaming chair again and spun around as you cheered and kissed all over his face.

"You're so cool, Kookie," You cooed before giving his lips multiple pecks.

"Thank you, baby," He muttered against your lips. "Want me to teach you?"

"Mhm!" You eagerly nodded. "Wanna be cool, just like you."

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socksjinie · 11 months

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✿ crime 101 — to crush or be crushed | jungkook

synopsis. buttercup doesn't warm up to just anyone, but he somehow gets her like she has never been gotten before.

genre. powerpuff girls au ; jungkook!butch ; fluff ; angst

pairing. jungkook x buttercup

wordcount. 3635

warnings. foul language, and mentions of fights

a/n. i want to apologize in advance to my dearest followers that always send love to this au for the rushed writing on this drabble,, time has been so short and funky to me lately, and this really doesn't feel worthy enough of your kindness,,, still i tried~ hope you like it ♡

a/n2. the skipping class idea was inspired by a leecheedoodles drawing

Jungkook had been trying to win against Buttercup his whole life, and she always came on top no matter how much or how hard he tried.

from early on it was established that she was indeed the final boss of his much-played video games.

it started when they first bumped into each other in the kindergarten playground. Jungkook, who had never stepped out of the way of anyone, not even his villain Dad, found an insult when Buttercup with a mere 3 ft 5 stood her ground against him when trying to go for a round in a swing. he remembers having a broken umbrella by the end of the confrontation as well as a broken nose as he watched her triumphantly swing as high as she could.

later that week, he got to watch her annihilate one of his Dad’s monsters all by herself while her sisters ganged up on a much smaller one. it all bundled up to make him feel she was able to stomp on his pride that easily.

and she had never run from a fight. much like him, she seemed to run towards it. unafraid of anything. the only difference between them was that he was able to win against everyone and everything but her.

and so it began his schism to defeat Buttercup Utuniom no matter what.

and he tried, God knows how he tried.

differently from their siblings, Jungkook and Buttercup had always been appointed to the same classes. at first, it was a challenge for their teachers, as Jungkook used his time solely to annoy her instead of trying to learn something. he went from declaring himself the anime expert every time he challenged her to a battle, to then wrecking his brain trying to pull up smart pranks on the girl.

what no one prepared him for, was the fact that she knew all the anime including how to apply its techniques while fighting—something not even his brothers would do. or how she always seemed to pull even better pranks at him, like the time when she made everyone ignore Jungkook’s existence in seventh grade and he thought for a whole day something had happened and he was indeed, a ghost.

even his best friends, Jin and Yoongi, who had been in the same class as him since they were infants, had always found Buttercup the girl—which says a lot because, at this age, their class was pretty much split up as it consisted of a majority of boys and the total of nine girls attending. all of them, except his rival, would gather around the same spot in the school every day to do whatever they did. Jungkook tried to pry one or two times before having his ass kicked by Buttercup. which only infuriated him even more since she didn’t even take part in the little girls club.

Buttercup was always playing with the other boys in the class… including his best friends. but every time a boy dared to disturb the girls, she would come to the rescue.

in his mind, her attitudes were always a mystery. revolting to say at least. Jungkook hated her guts, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

but then came the end of the eighth grade.

it was early June, the sun was high in the sky and the school grounds were emanating a heat wave from the concrete floors. it was lecture day, and all of the classes were gathered in the main pavilion as the Mayor of Townsville gave a speech.

Jungkook, however, sneaked his way toward the interior of the smaller gymnasium, where the coolness of the shadows would freshen his skin and the lack of cameras or people would protect his peace.

as he sneaked past the boy’s locker rooms, thinking of lying down on top of a gymnastics mat to catch on some sleep, and lazily opening the door to meet his temporary refuge, he is halted by the scene displayed in front of him.

Buttercup snaps her head back as she catches a volleyball in her hands, eyebrows slowly furrowing as she is caught playing alone.

“Why are–?” Jungkook attempts to ask but the ball previously in her hands is shot like a cannon toward him. He catches it swiftly, his body only jerking a bit back. And then she barks, “You shouldn’t be here.”

He tilts his head, still puzzled. “No, you shouldn’t be here.” the volleyball comes to rest lazily between his hip and his arm, and Jungkook can’t help to notice how Buttercup crosses her arms and clenches her jaw shut. “This is my spot to hide… How come you know of it?”

She scoffs before answering, “Well, duh–This is one of the few places in school without prying eyes… Besides, it’s hot as hell outside.”

“And free water,” he adds, head pointing to the water cooler by the benches, eyebrows still knitted together as he eyes her.

“And free water…”

his tongue clicks and his head tilts slightly again. “Still, this is my spot,” Jungkook concludes, bothered by her presence. he wouldn’t lose that too to her. “You better find another place to skip the lecture today, Butterboo–”

She rolls her eyes, taking a few steps closer, “Bla bla bla–” she mocks him before getting serious again. “Don’t call me that. Ever. Besides, I arrived first so… Beat it, stinky face!”

“You beat it, Butterbitch!” he says and it’s enough to get her fuming. her fists ball and she has to breathe hard to not fly toward his neck. “What?” he asks, provoking. “Afraid to get detention?”

“Definitely not afraid. It’s just not worth it to have to look at your face there too,”

“Huh,” he thinks for a second. instead of offering a reply, he rolls the volleyball back to her and starts carrying a big gym mattress out of a deposit room. “You know–” he discards the heavy thing on the floor before lying down on top of it. “It’s not much Powerpuffy of you to skip a lecture… You sure you’re made of the same thing as your sisters?”

Buttercup hits the ball hard against the wall, “Tsk–You too?!” she hits it again with more force as it bumps back toward her.

“Wait.” Jungkook’s upper body jerks up and he sits, staring inquiring at her side profile. “Is that why you’re skipping it?! Because of those–”

“No.” she interrupts him and her cheeks flush. “Shut up.”

“Yes, it is!” he points in an aha moment. “And the girls club–That’s why–! Oh wow… I can’t believe the toughest fighter is scared to face some wimpy meany kids–”

she caught the volleyball before looking at him, “I never said I was scared of them–I just don’t have the patience to listen to their crap. It’s different–”

“To hell with them!” Jungkook snaps, “They shouldn’t be your concern–I should!” she looks at him with one eyebrow arched as he continues enthusiastically, “I’m the one able to crush you if I wanted to. They’re just weak little… Spoiled kids! You should fear me, not them.”

“Ok…”

“Ok?! What do you mean, ok?” Jungkook continues outraged. “I’m sure you flip out of your mind knowing I’m perfectly capable of ending you, right?! I’m the one who can do that–You know, right?! And I think of defeating you like–Every day!”

Buttercup chuckles as soon as he finishes, “You’re being serious?” and at her question, he looks even more furious, “Oh, you are… Jungkook–I mean, yeah, I do have the urge to punch you in the face whenever I see you around but you’re not in my mind like… Ever.” she shrugs.

“Wah–” he exhales frustrated. “Then prepare yourself for hell!” he sits forward, pointing a finger at her, “Imma make you think of me ALL the time! Just you wait!”

she chuckles again, playing along. “Good luck with that, snail bait!”

ever since then, there was an understanding between the two. where once there were three—Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi—now there were four.

and Buttercup was their greatest addition. even though Jin would suffer in both her hands and Jungkook’s since she maximized the latter’s sense of humor and disposition to greater pranks.

the quartet was inseparable. they spent the lunch hours in between classes running away from school, exploring the woods of Townsville or the abandoned houses around town. In classes, they would cause trouble, and before going home the last stop was always the ramen shop owned by Yoongi’s parents. Yoongi himself was tired of being punished for the ruckus they ended up inciting there every time, but somehow, whenever they looked back at the memories, it was always worth it.

as for Jungkook’s schism? it was still there but in a different way. they still argued, Buttercup and him… they ignited a bickering session every time they laid eyes on each other. but it was more for their personal amusement than anything else.

Buttercup's sisters found it odd why she would hang up with Jungkook around school, but they never questioned her too much as every time they battled the Rowdyruff boys in town she seemed more than eager to give him a beating. Both Blossom and Bubbles got the idea over time that she was friends with Yoongi and Jin, and Jungkook was just a consequence—a package deal.

Taehyung and Jimin however, got to think that the reason they had gotten closer was because of Jungkook’s master plan to overthrow Buttercup. They knew how much he was obsessed with winning against her.

and so time passed and tenth grade began.

it was Halloween night, the school was fully decorated with skeletons and eerie spider webs. Jungkook was sitting on top of one of the cafeteria tables scanning the place, while Jin chatted up by his side, and Yoongi was ready to disagree with the last comment when he spotted Buttercup entering the building alongside her sisters.

the place was dark, and although only some strikes of light would dance around, illuminating selective spots at a time, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to miss her amongst the crowd.

she walked with confidence, sporting a black and white striped suit. her hair was freshly trimmed into a wolfcut, tousled, and sprayed green. she wore strong purple makeup to give her a deadly look and her eyes glowed green just like his. he had seen the movie Beetlejuice with Taehyung once… he knew she was dressed like the character, and it only made her look tougher to his eyes.

No other girl was dressing as disheveled as her, they all came in perfect costumes—too perfect for his liking and the sake of Halloween—like cute witches, angels, and princesses. “There she is!” Jin said as she spotted them as well and got separated from her sisters.

as she made her way toward them, Jin continued, “You got this!” he cheered sending a thumbs up toward Yoongi, and Jungkook looked from one to another confused.

“What? You didn’t know?” Jin asked Jungkook ready to mock him for being such an airhead. “Yoongi has had a crush on her since we wore diapers.”

“Shut up, she’ll listen–” Yoongi shook his hand in front of Jin trying to end the chitchat, way too flustered.

“I guess you were too busy bickering with her to notice!” Jin continued laughing at Jungkook’s puzzled face.

before he could question anything else, or hear anything else the other two said muffled by the loud music, Buttercup approached them with a grumpy face and a red cup in her hand. Jungkook had never seen her with a different haircut other than her usual bob up until now. “I can’t believe they will serve this juice crap to us…” she complained not noticing how he studied her new look.

“Lucky for you I stole from my Aunt’s cabinet before coming,” Yoongi offered his signature gummy smile while signaling his pocket and something in the way Buttercup’s face lit up made Jungkook gulp drily.

between receiving that information and spending the next hour watching the two, Jungkook started getting restless. somehow, holding the piece of information that Yoongi had a crush on Buttercup, made the whole group dynamic drastically change from his point of view. and if there was one thing that Jungkook didn’t know how to fully accept when he didn’t want to was that thing called change.

it wasn’t midnight yet, the music offered by a DJ hired by the school blasted loudly and reverberated both on the decorated glass windows and their thumping hearts. Black-eyed Peas was playing and the gang felt joyful. a large crowd of students danced cheerfully to the beat as they made their way through.

they decided to take the back door of the canteen to exit toward the soccer field and spend the rest of the night there, laughing and betting against each other—preferably Yoongi betting on Buttercup and Jin on Jungkook as to who would win this or that.

as they went down the stairs at the back of the canteen, a group sat in a circle, right under it, called for their names. there were some familiar faces amongst them, some boys and two girls from their class.

“What are you doing down there?” Jin, who was normally the social butterfly of their quartet, asked, immediately being pulled to join the circle.

they had an empty glass bottle of Coke spinning in the center of the circle they were all making. the game was truth or dare. and it might have been the liquor the four of them had ingested half an hour ago—Jungkook and Buttercup way more since their organisms worked differently—or even the glee floating in the air of this school party night, but incredibly and for everyone else’s surprise, all four agreed to play.

three rounds went on, and none of them had been chosen yet. the bottle never pointed in their direction even though they had sat in a line. Jin, Jungkook, Buttercup, and Yoongi.

“I don’t think I can hold my pee any longer–” the latter gets up as the bottle spun again. “I’ll be back in a few!” he adds and Buttercup nods with a smile as he goes up the stairs again. Jungkook watches as Yoongi enters the loud building with a quick glance, vanishing from their sight just as quickly as the loud beats are muffled by the door closing.

“JIN!” one of the girls sitting by the circle exclaims as the bottle ends pointing at their friend. Buttercup leans forward to see his reaction, a smirk adorning her features, and Jungkook's eyes follow the movement as he leans back to make room for her. “Truth or dare?”

Jin doesn’t take much time to ponder, “Truth of course!”

“Do you have a crush on anyone in this school?” the girl asks and her smile sparkles, hopeful. Buttercup’s eyes quickly dart in Jungkook’s direction, accomplices of taking note the girl was probably asking for herself. and more yet, when both of them had to suppress a burst of laughter when their friend absentmindedly answered, “Eh–Not really.”

Jin himself spun the bottle again, tipsy and anxious to witness something more fun than just love questions. the tinkling sound of the glass spinning on the concrete floor was almost hypnotizing Jungkook, who kept his arms crossed as well as his legs. He could close his eyes and be sure he would fall asleep to the sound and faint hubbub… Almost…

“BUTTERCUP!” some shouted, and his eyes snapped open alert.

Jungkook took a glance at her as Mitch, a boy from their class, asked with a smirk, “Truth or dare, Puff girl?”

he raised an eyebrow at the boy’s comment and then watched as Buttercup’s eyes trailed to the bottle as she bit her lips trying to make a decision.

“Truth,” she said finally, and some of the participants booed her choice. “Ugh, fine. Dare!”

she glanced around as they all giggled, whispering worthy ideas to make a Powerpuff girl finally comply with their requests. Jungkook seemed the only one annoyed just as much as she was with the sudden situation, even Jin found it a tad funny.

“What about a kiss!” Mitch suggested and Buttercup clenched her jaw. “I think she’s never done it before–” he commented with the others as if she wasn’t there.

Jungkook felt ready to jump in but was surprised as she answered promptly. “Not that you need to know anything about my life, Mitch, but yes I have.” Jungkook noticed how her cheeks popped with a faint red and how she unconsciously kept clenching her jaw. “Boy…” he exhaled suddenly and all eyes snapped at him, including hers. “You have the Buttercup Utonium ready to do a dare, and that’s what you ask of her? A kiss? What is this?” he scoffed playfully. “Are you a fanboy of hers or something?”

they all broke in chuckles and Mitch did his best to try and explain his part but his efforts were in vain.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I think now I want to see that kiss happening–Buttercup and Mitch sitting in a tree!” one of the girls hummed with malice.

“Ew!” Mitch exclaimed quickly, “Nuh-uh! Not a chance.”

“God… You’re such idiots…” Buttercup mumbled to herself while playing discouraged with the bottle by her feet. Jungkook heard her as she did so.

“What? Besides being dumb you’re a wuss too?” Jungkook blurted trying to shift the focus solely to Mitch.

“Why don’t you kiss her yourself since you’re so keen to come to her rescue?!”

“I VOTE YES!” one of the other boys shouted and suddenly chuckles and whistles floated in the air.

“KISS HER, KISS HER” they chanted together.

Jungkook started arguing, his eyebrows knitted together, and the vein on his neck jumped. Jin looked from one friend to the other, distressed as to what he should do, Yoongi was out but still… Buttercup was his crush.

“OH MY GOD, ENOUGH!” the girl in question shouted and they all fell silent. in a swift move, she sat on top of her feet, kneeling. “It’s a kiss you want? It’s a kiss you’ll have. Gee–All this for a stupid fucking kiss.”

it was the last thing Jungkook heard before being pulled by the thick silver chain adorning his neck and having his mouth crushed by Buttercup’s lips.

he didn’t react more than to close his eyes with the impact at first, hands suspended by his sides as she tugged with urgency at his necklace. the crowd watching them, including Jin, gasped, some even whistled perversely. her lips pressed on his, and as her free hand snaked toward the back of his head and tugged at his hair, he held on to her hips bringing her shily closer.

“Get a room!”

he only had the time to search for her lips with his once more, now parted, before she pulled back.

Jungkook’s breathing was heavy when she did so, and her tired eyes, as she slowly batted her eyelashes, had never looked so green. iridescent emerald-green. they stayed on him for what felt like an eternity, and the corners of his mouth almost got pulled up when he saw the traces of his Frankenstein makeup left on the tip of her nose and the sides of her mouth. it had matched perfectly the hints of green she also had painted on her face purposely for her costume. But then they parted ways, looking elsewhere, and suddenly it hadn’t been enough.

“There. Happy?” she remarked to the crowd and Jungkook’s stomach twisted as he saw her get up and walk toward the soccer field in the cold night.

right then Yoongi came through the canteen back door, whistling joyfully the tune being played inside, and the truth or dare game resumed even though Jin and Jungkook got up leaving the circle too. “We’re not playing anymore?” the boy asked as he reunited with the other two. “Where’s B?”

“She went ahead to the field!” Jungkook said feigning normality as he placed his arms around both boys' necks and dragged them with him.

Buttercup was sitting on top of the goalpost, her legs dangling as she stared at the stars when they came in laughing at something Jin had just said.

“Took you long enough,” she commented grumpy as ever, and for the first time, Jungkook froze upon her image. “I hope you have more booze though!” she opened a small smile, and Yoongi was quick to pass her the flask.

“So…” Jin started, and things were about to get awkward, Jungkook could feel it, and so did she, as they shared a quick glance.

saved by the bell, Taehyung landed out of nowhere, startling both Jin and Yoongi and interrupting the former. “We have to go,” he said simply with warning eyes toward his brother.

Buttercup observed how Jungkook’s head tilted—something he was prone to do whenever confused or daring, “What happened?” he asked taking a step toward the captain of the Rowdyruff’s. she jumped out of her spot, getting prepared.

even though she warmed up to Jungkook’s presence in her life, she knew he and his brothers weren’t saints. and that was a silent agreement between the two—their work and their personal lives were very, very different things.

“Now, Jungkook.” Taehyung barked before taking flight.

Jungkook looked back at his friends and took a second longer at those iridescent emerald-green eyes, before taking flight after his brother and leaving a dark green trace behind.

that was the last time Buttercup saw him.

a few days later she got to know the Rowdyruff boys left town without notice. that was when she swore if she ever saw Jungkook again she would crush him like he had never been crushed before.

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