#bts senarios

[itstheimpossibledream]

Bam

Pairing : Jungkook and reader(y/n)

Word count: 3856

Summary: You drop off Bam from his grooming appointment and finally meet his owner. From there it's sexual tension city !

Warnings : Uprotected sex, domJK, smut , oral, all the things

“Bam!Get out of the tub- Get o-” 

The doberman’s eyebrows knitted and he seemed to question why it wouldn’t be fine for him to stay in the bathing tub all day. It wouldn’t have bothered you as much if you didn’t have the most splitting headache,your body begging for the day to be over. The rest of the groom went by without contest. Your coworker had already left for the night so, it was your job to finish up Bam’s look and drop him back off at home. You pulled up to the intimidating building and Bam eased out of the car, leading the way through the halls to his place. Your apron was dusted with an assortment of dog hairs and wet splotches where dogs had shaken to their heart’s content. You had groomed Bam a few times. He was becoming a regular client , and you chuckled to yourself, always finding it funny that people with short haired breeds would choose to get their dog groomed instead of doing it at home themselves. Must be rich you snort to yourself raising your hand to knock on the door. Not that you were mad. After his first groom, the owner had requested you. What you did to make him look so much different than other groomers you had no idea but, you were grateful for the client as well as the consistently generous tip. Even if you never knew who it was coming from. The door opened and the music in the background was much louder than it had seemed in the hallway. He was young and surprisingly attractive. His t-shirt fit loose but, you can see the canyon between his pec muscles through the shirt leaving no illusion to the fact that he was incredibly fit. You wanted desperately to reach your hand out and run your fingers over the hard mounds of flesh but, alas your professionalism was unmatched. 

He clears his voice “Thank you.” he extends a colorful arm out to grab Bam’s leash, the large doberman moved accordingly; completely unphased by the facial symmetry of his owner. You feel yourself staring at the tattoos but, each time you think to look away another picture catches your interest. He uses his other hand to put his glasses on his head,creating a temporary headband.

“Was he good?” he asks. While every bone in your body wanted to tell the truth you found yourself unable to disappoint the light in his eyes. The slight dimple, the questioning smile, he was ridiculously good looking. “Yea- ummm he was great !”  You lie shifting yourself in the hallway, finally realizing that you have to pee and your headache has not let up.

“ you okay?” He asks noticing your attention change.

“Mmmmhmmm.”  you turn to leave but, find yourself immediately turning back. “Actually would you mind if I use your bathroom?” You’re almost embarrassed to ask but you convince yourself to be cool. Everyone has to use the bathroom, be an adult. But let’s be honest ,your only thought  was how grateful you were right now that you only had to pee.

“ Ofcourse !” He smiles backing out of the doorway. He clearly thought there was something seriously wrong with you, if asking to use the bathroom was that much of a relief to him. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you ran. Embarrassed but aware there was a time stamp on this activity. You relieved yourself quickly; washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror and then searching the medicine cabinet for something that would help your headache. You were partially annoyed that you hadn’t found anything and the fancy ass cabinet/mirrored door was so elaborate that it slipped through your hand and crashed into place. You double checked yourself in the mirror and decided to just go with it. Post work you was not your hottest you but, there was really nothing you could do about it now. You chide yourself for that less than helpful pep talk and head out the door. 

As you entered the room he turned from the counter gently placing the small glass of soju on the island infront of you and then leaning on the countertop behind him. 

“What’s that for?” you ask a smile creeping into your cheeks with the thought that he might want to spend more time with you. 

“You look like you need it.” he jokes, extending his arm to grab the other glass that he had filled for himself.

“Cheers!” he smiles like a little kid and downs the liquor. You taste yours as well. He pulls his lips back with a short intake of breath before leaning forward, forearms on the island, bangs beginning to fall free of their glass barrier and floating into his eyes.

“So did that wash down whatever you stole?” his eyes were intent on you studying your face. 

“I mean I know I don’t have anything good.” he says, turning to pour again. 

“I didn’t take anything. I just had a headache and was looking-” you trail off. 

“Ooooo. well you could have just asked!” he brushes past you and goes into the bathroom laughing. He comes back out with the container gingerly twists off the top and you watch as the veins in his fingers work delicately to pull out two pills for you. Your eyes shift to Bam on his dog bed squeaking his toy, happily ignoring the humans in the room. 

“Here.” he rolls the pills into your hand and you mumble a thank you. He reaches across the counter for his glass and the bottom of his shirt rides up the smallest bit. You roll your eyes because it's all you can do to keep from tattling on yourself with stares. AVERT YOUR EYES is all your brain is thinking. He hands you the small glass. 

“Wasn’t this yours?” you ask.

“Scared of drinking after me?” he plays with you, stepping in closer. 

“I don’t know you but, I don’t trust you.” you say mimicking his action and not breaking eye contact. You wonder if it was too much but, you can tell by his body language he was more focused on continuing the conversation. 

“I don’t have diseases, if that’s what you're worried about.” he turns and crosses the room petting Bam on the dog bed. 

“Says the wealthy, hot man in his 20’s” you snort taking a sip to wash down your medicine. Now, you make a grimace. The alcohol and the ibuprofen create a disgusting fizz on your tongue. 

“I’m hot and wealthy you hear that?” he mimics, talking to Bam.It wasn’t like you didn’t stand by your words but, you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he said it. You look down at the crystal glass in your hand, your thumb picking at the design. 

“You can take off your apron if you want.” He says finishing a scratch on the top of Bam’s head, Bam to invested in his toy to notice. 

“ O ! Yea…” you begin pulling your apron over your head. You feel it get caught in your hair and almost die of embarrassment. He notices your need for assistance and quickly closes the space between you. You hear him let out a small laugh before you feel his warm hands on top of yours. 

“Let me try.” He says calmly.

You huff and put your arms by your side. Acutely aware of the fact that you seemed like a stubborn child but, he soon had you released, popping your hair tie in the process.

“You broke it on purpose.” You joke in a deadpan voice as he presses the broken fibers into your palm. You look up at him and he walks backwards towards his soju again.

“It’s pretty down.” He says winking before he turns to the counter. He moves so quickly you almost weren’t sure if you saw it.

“So you use Bam to lure women back to your home and kill them with compliments?”

“  mmmmm.You started that.” he says between swallows. 

“Well don’t get used to it.” You say. “ I’m usually not that nice.”

He snorts at that. “ you work with dogs, I find that hard to believe.” his glasses fall onto his face but, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ Ahhhhh there’s where you’re wrong.” You smile “ The dogs don’t care if you’re nice, Just consistent. Plus, they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk.”

“ You think I only intend to talk with you? “ he asks, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. The act itself was enough to make your breath catch in your throat but you somehow manage to stay calm and collected. For a moment it felt as though all the air had left the room. You quietly held your glass, picking again at its intricate design. Listening to the music of his footsteps as he gently pads his way to stand in front of you. 

“Do you think I poured you a drink and invited you in, only to talk to you ?” You finally looked up from your glass, he toyed with the piercing on his lower a boyish smile playing on his face.

“Am I not a riveting conversationalist?” you say blankly.

He laughs over your dry humor, using it as an excuse to move closer to you.

“You definitely are.” he promises,stepping closer into you. You can’t help but smile at his smile.Your eyes flicker up to him and you find yourself screaming ‘just do it!’ in your head.

He swings his hand to the crook of your neck  and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s simpler than you expected, soft but confident. He holds you like that for a while, his mouth working on convincing you, his hand holding your neck and playing in your hair. His other hand comes to the small of your back and you finally feel contact between your lower region and his. He goes slow, pressing into you to test out the levels of your comfort. You focus on the kiss deepening and at the right moment he pulls back and you're able to bite his lip a bit, piercing the opposite side of his mouth. He smiles, bringing his other arm up to your throat, choking you a little bit. His kiss makes your stomach flip. You’re  lost in the comfort of his arms but somehow manage to work your hands into his hair. He holds your hip and slowly starts to grind into you. Instinctively you let out a moan , which causes him to break into another smile. 

“I’m that good ?” He whispers in your ear. Unable to tolerate his smugness you grab a handful of his hair and pull. 

‘O? Really ?’ He asks. You look up at him , unable to respond but not letting up on your grip either. It almost feels made up but, you swear you can see his eyes darken. ‘Let go’ he commands , voice lower than normal. You open your hand and he pulls his shirt over his head slowly only momentarily breaking eye contact with you. ‘Race You!’ He says, throwing the t-shirt at you and you run behind him practically chasing him into his bedroom. He spins around, scooping you up as you run through the threshold of the room.He holds you so you have no option but to wrap your legs around him so as not to fall. ‘Good’ he whispers , pressing his forehead to yours. You knew, it was too smooth.  You knew he must have pulled that move a million times before. But, at that moment you didn’t care. He must have felt the hesitation in your body though, you momentarily stiffened and he lets you go. Setting you down,you take a few steps back and watch as he removes his socks and pants. He sits there in his underwear,his thighs thick through his clean Calvin Kleins.

“Your turn”  he says, peeking through the bangs of his hair, and folding his glasses on the nightstand. He cocks his head to the side and for a second you can tell he doesn’t know if you’ll oblige him or not. He leans back on his forearms, lip playing with his piercing and the view alone is enough to make you commit to fucking him as long as you physically can. Taking off your shirt makes him illicit a deep hmmm. You feel your stomach flip again at his approval. But, the jokester inside you wins,you turn around and shoot him an overly sexy look. You unhook your bra and let it float to the rug of his room. 

“Whooooo Hot!” he cheers you on. You put your all into it, quickly jumping out of your jeans and turning your back to him. You hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear.  

“Come On….Sell it !” he screams jokingly. You slowly shift it down your hips until they fall to the floor. You turn your back to face him, your hands barely covering all of your chest.

He tuts with his tongue “show me” his voice is soft, as he reaches out a hand towards you. You step forward, taking his hand and revealing yourself fully to him. He sighs, bringing you in close. You get on your knees in front of  him. Somewhat out of want but partially out of habit. 

He frowns down at you .

“What are you doing?” his voice is low and gentle. You look up at him, eyes wide and are almost embarrassed by the position you found yourself in. Completely naked on a stranger’s floor after a bit of conversation and one drink. He must be reading the self judgment on your face because he lifts you up, placing his forehead on yours again.

“Hey - we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” 

You relish in the intimacy of being this open to an absolute stranger. 

“O there’s nothing I don’t want to do right now.” you whisper to him. 

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks deepen,making it impossible for you not to return his smile. You kiss him and he immediately gives in, lending you confidence that shatters all previous reservations. 

“Let’s just go slower “ he says, breaking from you and sitting at the edge of the mattress. 

“Ride” he says, slapping his thigh. A shiver races throughout your entire body and you feel your stomach flip as you look at him. He’s serious, you can tell. You slowly close the space between you, lifting one leg to straddle his. You look up at him, face innocent. You kiss him again, this time grabbing him by the throat and adding the slightest bit of pressure. You pull back and he is giving a wide, toothy smile like a kid. “Ride me , please” he jests with a lifting of his eyebrow. You allow him to pull you in again; this time as you kiss you find yourself slowly grinding into his thigh. He lets out a low growl in response and your stomach flutters. He sits his large hand in the crook of your hip and helps to move you on his leg. He can hear your moans becoming higher pitched and right before you get to release all over his leg he lifts you up, swinging your leg to his hip. Now you’re fully straddling him and his hands cup your face as he kisses you.  

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer.” he smiles , you lean in to kiss him but, he pulls back, playing  coy. 

“I thought you couldn’t wait any longer,” you joke.

“I just wanted to see you beg.” he says , lightheartedly.

“ Well I won’t” you say teasingly as he slips a hand between your bodies, smacking at your pussy. You jump a bit at the surprise and his other hand rests at the back of your neck.You omit a low hum as his hand moves in between your legs, coaxing a moan from your body. He smiles, pleased with his work.

“Good girl…. Good girl. Now beg.” You bite your lip, willing to moan but not give in to his demands yet. He uses his hand on your neck to angle your forehead to meet his. You kiss and his lips are unbearably soft. He finally uses two fingers to enter you and your breath hitches in your throat. You rest a hand on his chest and use it as leverage to help you ride his hand. He praises you while you move your hips faster, chasing that feeling. You feel yourself building up to it, almost tasting a touch of ecstasy, right when he removes his hand entirely. Your voice betrays you as you let out a sound in disappointment. He kisses you, soft and slow, holding your neck but extending a thumb to your chin to run the finger over your bottom lip. He sits it on your lip, slowly moving it in and out of your mouth, you suck it instinctively. 

“Say please baby.” He kisses you again, and you break the contact to whisper “please, please “ into his lips. As if making a pact with the devil , he immediately flips you over, removing his underwear and carries you into hell. He is a flurry of creamy skin, tattoos and dark hair as he positions his head between your legs beginning with a slow and consistent lick , eventually building to a mouth and hand combination that makes your legs shake. You lock your hand in his hair, grabbing tightly  and he laughs up at you reminding you to “be nice.” But he doesn't seem to actually care as you go back to suffocating him in your heat. After your third or fourth orgasm he decides it’s finally time for him to enter you. He speaks, sweetly , angling himself at your opening. His smile holds a mirror to the little boy he once was and while your attraction to him is unparalleled you can’t help but find him trustworthy, to feel as though you know that little boy would grow to be the kind of man who wants to keep you safe. 

“I got you , I got you.” he whispers into your ear before trailing his lips down your neck. He can feel your fighting for control of your body again, after coming down from the high of your last O. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a moment it feels like floating, him holding you, him filling you up, his voice whispering comfort to you. You watch from below him, as the veins in his neck bulge in the pursuit of his bliss. 

“Mmmm” he seems to say to himself , unaware that every sound he makes, assists in sending you over the edge. He held you down by your neck and you scratched at his back while he pushed into you a few more times, creating a space for himself. Carving out a moment of comfort and oneness between the two of you . His eyes closed, and his brows knit together as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You feel amazing.” he whispers, into a smile. 

You kiss him and you feel the shiver that runs through his body. You’re momentarily pleased that he's just as surprised as you are by your physical connection. 

“I want to make you cum now.” he says ,sure of himself.

“Oh sooooooo confident !” you joke before he grabs your hips and swings you on top of him. With your hands on his chest you press yourself up and down bouncing on him. He holds the crook of your hip, his tatted arm coming up to grab you by the neck.

You dig your nails into his chest and he tightens his grip on your throat, challenging you as you wind your hips on him. You lean forward and whisper to him “I think I’m going to be the one to make you cum” before sucking on the skin at the side of his neck. 

He groans, letting go of your throat to run a hand through his hair. You lean back up to allow him a better view of you while you continue to ride him and you can see the resolve in his face beginning to break. His bicep looks large against the headboard and taking in his body from up top is too overwhelming. His hand makes its  way to your chest, gripping at your breast, your nipple nestled safely in between his fingers. It begins quiet but, it doesn’t escape your attention. He keeps closing and reopening his big brown eyes, his chest rising and falling with his moans as he lets you ride him. You’ve fully checked out on pleasing him and are focused on your own pleasure which seems to only intensify the sensations for him. You cannot watch your mouth as you near your orgasm and find yourself letting out a slew of curse words as you use him to reach your apex. His moans get louder and seem partially controlled until he feels you cumming. The contractions around him are too much for him to bear and he lets out a guttural noise you had not yet heard from him. He closes his eyes, head titled back towards the headboard trying to steady his breathing as he recovers from spilling inside you. You’re panting on top of him but find yourself unable to move and grateful for his supportive hands at your hips as you bring your lips down to meet his. 

“My god.” he exhales , and you laugh down at him through the wisps of his hair that had fallen in between you. He joins you chuckling, catching your breath as Bam paws at the bottom of the bedroom door. Not in a bad way but, just enough to let you know he is there. Which only makes you both laugh even harder. “I don’t want to move.” he whispers.

“ Well I think  Bam would disagree.” Your eyes read his face, trying to sear the memory of this intimacy into your brain forever. 

“Well Bam gets to see your beautiful face every few weeks, he can wait a little longer.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you but you move away. His dimples deepen, attracted by your unwillingness to give in so easily. You turn your eyes to Bam’s pawing at the door. 

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes rolling out of you and off of the bed. You watch as the muscles in his back contract as he redresses. He crosses in front of his record collection, coming back to the side of the bed to kiss you on your forehead.

“I’m not done with you yet.” his smile is cheeky as he leaves the room, you can hear the excitement in Bam’s footsteps as they race down the hallway. It was by far your most unprofessional thought of the day but, you found yourself secretly praying he never would be done with you. 

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[sweetestofchaos]

BTS and Their Wedding Songs

paring: bts x reader

rating: pg16

genre: fluff, marriage au

warnings: none. one of my safer works lol

a/n: I went to a wedding yesterday and I had such a fun time. After I left, I couldn't stop thinking about different situation with the guys. So here is my little list on what song I think the members of BTS would play at their wedding.

masterlist

Seokjin - All My Tomorrows by Kenny Lattimore / Love U 4 Life by Jodeci bonus Finesse by Bruno Mars

Seokjin wants the songs to speak for themselves. You know how he feels, he has no issues with telling you he loves you. The two songs hold a special place in his heart 'cause they say everything he feels. The bonus song is what he would dance to without a second thought. After a few drinks he would really enjoy himself with all your family and friends.

Yoongi - Forever Ain’t Enough by J. Holiday / Beautiful by Tweet bonus Back That Thang Up by Juvenile

Let's be real. Yoongi is the silent lover. His actions speak louder than words, so the songs he picked helped get his feelings across to the other people in your lives. Beautiful was his first choice hands down and he was excited to share it with you. His bonus song was something that had everyone on the dance floor and if you were throwing it back in front of your more older family members, well who was Yoongi to stop you?

Namjoon - The Matrimony (ft. Usher) by Wale / For You by Kenny Lattimore bonus Ribbon in the Sky by Intro

Namjoon is all about following his heart. He's gonna let the songs speak and work their magic as the two of you dance together. He'll be rapping and singing along, holding you close to his chest. His bonus song is a little bit of a joke but he sings softly in your ear as the two of you sway back and forth on the dance floor.

Hoseok - Happy by Ashanti / So High by John Legend bonus sobeautiful by Musiq Soulchild AND Cha Cha Slide by DJ Casper

Hoseok is happy and you are the reason for his nonstop smiling. The songs his picked were songs that played during important milestones in your relationship that you personally never paid much attention to. Once Hoseok pointed out the why behind his songs, you were in tears as you danced with him. His first bonus song was the song that your late father had loved, so he had to honor the man. As for his second bonus song, Hobi was gonna get down with the get down. He would be cutting up on the dance floor, keeping up with the older folk and teaching them a lil somethin, somethin.

Taehyung - Love Ballad by L.T.D. / Sweet Love by Anita Baker bonus Get Me Bodied by Beyonce

Tae spent so much time picking his songs. They fit his heart and soul since he loved so deeply. The words were meaningful and the beats were soulful, everything your love was. Taehyung picked his bonus song because he knew you loved it. He just wanted to see dancing with your friends and he couldn't stop the smile that slipped on his face when you pulled him into the middle of the circle with you.

Jimin - Flaws by Beyonce / Best Part (ft. H.E.R) by Daniel Caesar bonus One Dance by Drake

Jimin wasn't one to hold back is feelings when it came to you and with the songs he picked, it was clear that you were each others safe place. The love that shinned in your eyes as you danced had some of the wedding party crying. Jimin's bonus song was picked by him simply because he wanted people to dance and enjoy themselves.

Jungkook - Love On Top by Beyonce / I Want You by Luke James bonus Right Here by SWV

He refused to have a boring wedding. It was you and him and that equaled a fucking good time. His songs were picked because they were upbeat and lively, much like your love. He picked the song by Luke James 'cause it was the song he sung for you on your fifth date before he asked you to make your relationship official. His bonus song was a nod to your parents loved that song.

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[kiestrokes]

How BTS Would React to You Coming Home Drunk (and Horny) from a Night Out with Friends | NSFW

Pairing: BTS x Reader/You/Yn (some gendered + some non-gendered) Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 691ish Genre: scenario/imagine, smut, sprinklings or crack/fluff, established relationships. Warnings: mentions of drinking (consensual drunken behavior between partners), reader is wearing a dress because ease of access.

Sexually Explicit Content: penetration (penis is whatever you want to imagine: vagina/ass), cunnilingus, fellatio, nipple play, cockwarming, kissing/making out, overstiumulation, cuddling. Let me know if I missed anything!

🗝️ Note: I’ll format this tomorrow. But in tradition of when this imagine was made, that’s a sober Kie problem. A repost from @/goodsoop. Edited 8/20/23 to include warnings!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here. 

KSJ: would be mildly "unapproving" of your loose behavior but would fix himself a double and quickly get on your level. Until you both were drunk, loudly playing video games on the couch of the game room. This of course escalates into you attempting to cheat by climbing into his lap. You end up getting distracted by his beautiful lips and it turns into a sloppy, laughter filled fuck on the sectional. Jin boasts that he, of course, won. In the game and in getting you off.

MYG: was asleep when you drunkenly climbed into bed, laying on top of him Jung-Hoseok-spread-eagle style. Grumbles about the fact you’re going to have a hangover tomorrow. Slips out from under you and begins to remove your clothes. Batting away your wandering hands that are attempting to climb under his shirt. He leaves you passed out on top of the covers to get water and pain reliever. Returning to your sad attempt at getting yourself off. Huffs at you to let him do it, because he secretly loves how pliable and vocal you are when he gives you head this way.

JHS: is also in bed, you strip down to your panties and climb under the covers with him. He sleepily pulls you back into him, large hands drifting down your bare body. You have no trouble rousing Hoseok for drunken foreplay, he’s already hard. But he just wants a little cock warming tonight. To feel you clench around him as he plucks your nipples between nimble fingers and drifts off into the wettest dream of his life.

KNJ: was up late reading, stands up to greet you, reading glasses still on. Catches your mouth just as you tug his face to yours. The two of you clumsily fumbling with each other across the living room. He curses as he accidentally drops you onto the coffee table. But you’re unharmed and laughing, hands already reaching to tug down his sweats. Giving him a thoroughly dedicated blow job. Until he coats your throat and is moaning at you to stop.

PJM: is waiting for you in the bedroom, watching a new drama. Waiting in his boxers for the return of handsy and affectionate you. This is the only time that you’re almost as touchy with him as he is you. You don’t even take your dress off, just drop your panties at the bedroom door. Climbing onto Jimin’s lap to kiss the lips you had been thinking about since your second drink. It’s slow and intense sex that has you both crying out from overstimulation.

KTH: is mopey of course that he couldn’t go with you and the "girls". Has a bit of a wine buzz and is dancing around the kitchen to some Leon Bridges. You slip into his waltz and Tae serenades you, spinning you around the island. Until you’re pulled into a mutual kiss like two magnets, charged by the music and alcohol pulsing through your veins. He pins you against the island with his husky, low groans. Fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, and under your panties until his fingers are coated in your essence. He swallows your cries of pleasure, murmuring quiet pleas against your lips, begging for you to take him out next time.

JJK: he of course is gaming when you get home. So you slip past him, dropping your clothes along the way to catch his attention. He grumbles to his teammates in frustration, excusing himself from the game. Running to catch up with you just as you make it to the bedroom door, nude as fuck. You squeal as he spins you around and peppers wet, open mouth, kisses from your neck to the top of your knees. Before folding you across the edge of the bed, ass bare to him. Making quick, erratic work of your orgasms. Before collapsing on top of you, his t-shirt collecting the sweat that had accumulated on your back. He abandons the game to climb into bed with you, cuddling naked.

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[wearebulletproof713]

Here for you

Genre: Angst and fluff (later)

Warnings! Mentions of cheating, unrequited love?

Pairing: Namjoon x reader(Y/N)

Y/N's POV

Namjoon was so cold around you. He was just like a stranger who lived with you, much less your husband. You could say 'hi' and he would give you a dirty look. Why did your parents match you with this mean guy? He was perfect when you were at formal things but he had a totally different side.

Namjoon's POV

What did he do wrong? Why was he so mean to you? You just say 'hi' and he gives you a look. You didn't even do anything. He hears you cry outside of your room and it breaks his heart. Maybe it was because he never wanted this. He didn't want a relationship. He knew you deserved a better husband than him. He tries to smile, but he can't. You are almost scared of him. You whither away from him. Why?

Y/N's POV

"Hey, Y/N!" You look around and you see Nayeon waving to you. You break from the crowed of people and let out a breath. "Hey, Nayeon."

"Has Namjoon gotten any better? He seems to be more happy?"

You look back and see Namjoon talking with a stoned face.

"That's his, 'Go away, do I look like I care?' face." Your face falls. "But yeah, thats his usually happy face."

Nayeon senses your sad vibe. "Why don't you just date someone else?"

"That would be cheating!" You said in a mortified voice.

"C'mon Y/N. If he finds out, he knows you have a reason."

You ponder the idea. Cheating on Namjoon? What if he finds out? Will he respect your decisions? He would probably get angry, considering that if the press found out, he would get shamed. He was the CEO and leader of Bangtan. His co- workers were much nicer but Namjoon had restricted any of them from meeting you except for that one time they crept in and introduced themselves.

Namjoon's POV

He watched Y/N like an eagle. Even if it might have not shown, he loved Y/N. He was just worried Y/N didn't like him. He knew he was harsh, but he couldn't let go of his cold look yet. Not yet.

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[angelic-vibez]

Jungkook x f!readers | Bully

Genre; Hella angsty but with fluff ending.

Warning; bullying, violence, Kisses....? I guess ..

Summary; Jeon Jungkook is your bully. But doesn't like the thought of someone else bothering you let alone hit you.

Jeon Jungkook. The man that feels like he's destined to make your life miserable and is actually successfuly doing so. You always thought he must be a psycho, out of his damn mind to bully people in college.

The man never cuts you some slacks. The classic smacking your books out of your hand and sending your papers flying around in the hall ways was his daily religious ritual. His assignments were yours to complete, no matter how exhausting. Whatever he orders, you're obligated to do.

You sometimes would wish you'd go back in time to change what you did even though it was the right thing to do. You stood up to Jungkook when he was bullying an innocent boy along with his stupid friends. Ever since then, it was never the same. And as much as you wanted helping that poor boy and you tried, you wished you had stayed hidden to avoid the never ending trouble you are still in to this day.

Libraries. The quiet place you get some peaceful reading aren't so peaceful anymore. He had dropped a damn living spider in your hair causing you to shoot up from your seat abruptly and tried to shaking it off your hair as you screamed on top of your lungs. Turns out, it was fake. He held his stomach, trying hard not to fall off his chair as he laughed so hard while you got kicked out.

Cafeterias aren't a safe place too. Like when he flipped the tray of food all over you as he walked by chuckling as if it was nothing was his normal routine.

Waking up everyday to go to class has been a dreadful experience so far. Or at least until you make it into one. The only time you feel like you could breath a little is when your in class. You were a freshman and he's a third year student so you never had the same class. That's why you started to spend a little more time in class just to catch a break and it was also the reason why Jungkook spread rumors about you sleeping with your professor to get the grades that you got for studying your ass off day and night. It was just traumatizing.

You had thought you'd live the aesthetic college life you dreamed of since highschool ended. But no. Not when Jeon freaking Jungkook was alive.

Gums he'd stick in your hair, trip you over so you'd fall face first, the lies he tells to get you in trouble. It was getting way out of hand but whose gonna tell on Jeon Jungkook? Unless they desperately have a death wish.

Half of freshman year has passed with you leading a horrible life so far. You've definitely decided to transfer to anywhere after the year ends at this point.

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An ordinary day for you as you let you dark long hair cover you, books clutched in your arms tight, back pack slung over your shoulders as you walked down the hall head held down with your friend beside you continously ranting about something you quiet didn't hear.

*bump*

You crash into a big figure. You sighed thinking it's Jungkook. But you were terribly wrong. You looked up only to find another face. Infuriated one. You looked down to see he was holding an open soda. Which has also spilled all over his white shirt.

"What the fuck?" He spits at you.

"Im- I'm so sorry- I didn't- I wasn't looking"

He takes step towards you giving you a dirty look. "Hey, she apologized. Move along retard" your friend defends you.

"T'fuck did you just call me?" He turns to her and grabs her by the collar of her shirt.

"Hey! Stop it!" You tried defending but-

*SMACK!!*

One back handed slap right across your cheek sent you flying straight to the floor. You felt dizzy from the harsh blow you received. The hall way went silent after gasps where heard here and there. Your vision begin to blurr. Hot tears streamed down your cheek as the man finally let's go your friend and walks over you.

"What the fuck? What was his problem anyway? He got some anger issues or something? Who hits a girl?" Your friend says as you were both sat down in lecture hall waiting to begin the class. Your metal bottle of water on your cheek to ease the stinging pain and burning sensation.

"It's my fate" you chuckled.

"*tsk* girl shut up! We are definitely reporting that psycho. This stupid bullying needs to stop" she shakes her head and scoffs making a mental note for later.

Everyone stole glances at you at school that day as they whispered to eachother. They were surprised that you actually made it alive. You were at the cafeteria to eat lunch. You expected the same bullying there as you held your tray to make it to your table. You peacefully did and it was a miracle.

You did not glance at Jungkook to notice the unusual concerned look he was giving you. But then he was red. In boliong rage as he sat among he's group of friends who were unusually quiet. His eyes followed you as you sat with your friend, long black hair covering your small face and the trauma it has received earlier.

In the midst of your conversation you looked up when you felt a preense and you saw Jungkook towering over you. To say he was infuriated would be a completle and utter understatement. You looked at him back at your friend and back at him as you swallowed.

You were scared. You tried to think what went wrong. What you had done.

"Oh" you say as it clicked and fish through your bag to find the papers "I-Ive done the assignment" you say innocently handing him the papers. Just like always the paper went flying from your hands but this time it was technically his not yours. Frowning a little you got up to collect them but he sat you right back down as he also sits down facing you before pulling you closer to him. You thought you were going to recive another blow today and shilded yourself holding your hands up while squeezing you eyes shut.

"Let me see!" He growls grabbing your face and pushing you hair behind your ear to observe the giant red mark evidence of what he had been hearing the whole morning. His jaw clenched as your tears threaten to spill. His chest heaved with each breath he took and you were finally out of his grasp. Through your blurred vision you could see his figure storming toward the group of guys and picked the one that looked quiet familiar to you. And before you knew it, he was throwing his fists like there was no damn tmorrow.

Few seconds into the fight and a crowd formed around, some students jumped in to separate the two before they killed eachother. Or rather before Jungkook killed him because even though he did take some blows, it was nothing compared to the damage he had done.

You suddenly feel light headed, witnessing the incident that unfolded before you. "Oh my god" was the last thing you whispered before the darkness consumed you completlety and you fell to the floor.

It took your friend a couple of seconds to pull her eyes off the men. She looks to the side and you weren't there where you stood seconds ago. She looks down to see you laying lifeless on the floor.

"Oh my God! Y/n!"

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You woke up feeling your head aching. You shifted a little before your eyes open to stare at the white ceiling above you. You blink a few times before you pull yourself up and observed your surrounding. Your eyes widen as you found yourself in a completley unfamiliar room, laying on a bed.

You looked around completley baffled by your current situation. You scan around the room. The walls were painted black and the room had a quiet dark aesthetic. But the question was, why were you here?

After ganing full conciouness, you pull yourself off the bed and got up to investigate.

"Careful" you hear a strangely familiar voice. Head snapping towards its direction. And..Jungkook? "You should seat down"

"Wait-What? Who- Why am I- Why are you-? " You couldn't form a proper sentence.

"You passed out, princess" he plainly says and walks toward you where you took a step back as you felt him get closer.

"Here's an idea, how about you spare my life?" You say with a nervous smile. But he only sighs and grabs your wrist. He pulls you towards the bed before he sits you down on the edge. "Do not... move" he says before he leaves the room once again.

So many questions left unanswerd as you sat there afraid and awaited for something to happen. Jungkook was back with an ice pack in his hand. He pulled his chair so he was sat right infront of you. He gently placed the cold pack on your head. The spot you hit as you fell to the floor.

You were utterly confused by Jungkook's sudden behavior. He was acting kind? Towards you?

"What happened?" You ask.

"I told you. You passed out" he says retrieving his hands away "I guess you couldn't handle watching me beat him to death huh" he smirked before placing the ice pack on your head again.

Your eyes widen as you begin to recall the whole situation. He actually did beat a man almost to death and you wonder why he sat here as if nothing happened and why he wasn't in any trouble at school.

"I- I need to leave" you say as he thought he might actually be a psycho.

"You're not leaving, baby. Not unless I make sure you're alright and that dumb fuck is taken care of" he says.

"And since when do you care? Last time I checked, you're not any different than he is" you finally muster up the courage to say which caused him to shot up from his seat and run his fingers through his hair, rage slowly building up.

"That's different, princess, I never lay a finger on you" He explains. As if that makes it okay for him to do what he had done to you all along. And you could've told him that but you were still scared of him so you didn't want to poke the bear.

"Have you eaten anything lately? You look so weak" he squats down infront you and places hand on your for head to check on your temperature then down to your cheek as his thumb rubs circles soothingly.

From some reason your heart skips a beat and your stomach forming knots "Come here" he says not waiting for your answer as he takes your hand in his and pull you out of the room.

He told you to sit on the couch while he brings you food. Minutes pass by and he was seated infront of you with ramen in his hands. "Open up" he orderd. He was actually going to feed you.

"How can I be sure you did not posion that?" You say squinting your eyes at him. Jugkook sighs and rolls his eyes before shoving the noodles on the chopsticks into his mouth. He then begins to feed you. He'd whipe your lips with his thumb whenever you got something on it. He'd push you hair behind your ear and observe you preety face.

Who is he and what has he done with Jungkook? You think to yourself as you were seated there feeling like you're looking at a whole new person. He was taking care of you. And he is your bully, who finds pleasure in making you suffer.

"What's wrong?" He searches for your eyes as you zone out into space "Y/n!"

You suddenly feel a wave of overwhelming emotions hitting you all at once and the urge to leave. "I need to l-leave" you get out of your seat and decide to find your way out of wherever the hell you were.

"Y/n , wait!" He chases behind you.

"Where's my shoes?" You asked but didn't waste another second to wait for his reply determined to leave bare foot if you had to.

"Y/n" he calls once again, softly as his hand grab onto your wrist and pull you back to him. You slammed into his chest.

"Kiss me" he says breathlessly.

"W-What?" You stutter.

"Please?" He pleads with doe eyes as his hand wrap around your waist to pull you more closer if that was even possible.

Before you know it, Jungkook leans down to capture your lips in his. And now he was kissing you? His lips were so soft as he desperately continues to glide them against yours. The lack of oxygen reaching your brain made you feel light headed and your knees weaken. If it wasn't for his strong arms keeping you in place, you would've fallen.

You pushed his chest a little, finally separating your lips and gasping for air. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I'm sorry for everything I put you through" he whispers eyes closed against your lips. Your small hands made their way to cup his face, thumbs dragging down his redden bottom lip.

"Jungkook...." You whisper and he almost let out a whimper at how right it sounded to hear his name coming from your mouth. "I- I can't do this"

He weaknes at your words. He was hurt but tries his best to keep himself collected. "Okay" he says and moves out of your hold before walking away hand gripping into his hair.

You stood there for a second, processing what had just happened and you turned to leave but you stopped at your tracks when you hear drawers being open and slammed shut. You wanted to leave again but you were concerned so you just wanted to check on him.

Walking back, you find him in the kitchen as he gulps down a glass full of alcohol like it was water.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" You question feeling a bit concerned at his behavior.

"The fucking door is that way Y/n, leave!" He demands.

"What did you excpect? For me to forgive you so easily? Incase you haven't noticed you've made my life a living hell for half a year" You point out.

"Your absolutely right! I'm the monster here. Nobody argued so please just leave and I won't bother you again-" The man was boiling with utter rage. He did take hits for you, fought for you and took care of you even though It was for one day. But maybe that wasn't enough for your forgiveness. "-ow! fuck" he curses as the glass completley shatters to pieces in his hand from the way he had a grip on it. A piece cut his palm a little. That's how mad the man was.

"Jungkook!" You rush over to see his injured hand.

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You were almost done cleaning up his wound. It wasn't that bad but it scared you. It also took you a few to drag his ass to the couch because he was so damn stubborn.

"Stop acting like you care Y/n" he says earning a deep chuckle from you.

"I didn't say that and you're my bully" you comment.

"Whatever" he rolls his eyes, head leaned back on the couch.

"There you go. All done. Make sure you don't hold glasses too hard next time" you say with a chuckle and placed a peck on the band aid. He cups your face and pulls you close.

"God you're so beautiful" he breaths.

"And you, my friend, are very complicated" you smile trying to maintain concerned look.

You felt the soft bed against you back as he slowly lays you down, hovering on top and not breaking the kiss. He was gentle and passionate with his kiss and was hard for him to separate from your lips for the past ten minutes.

He kept peppering your whole face with kisses whilst you giggled. You both spent the rest of the night talking while laying in bed. Just you and Jungkook and things you never knew about eachother. Every now and then he'd get close and peck your lips before he continues to talk. His heart would flutter whenever your eyes shined as you talked about things that you loved. You had never thought you'd connect deep to this level with whom you thought was your worst enemy.

"You're not a monster, Kookie" you whisper in a sleepy voice, your eyes closed and you laid there on your chest.

Jungkook beams with smile and turns to look at you, carefully studying your beautiful features and the way you look cute laying on the side of your face.

"What did just call me?" He asks but you were already going into a deep slumber. He leaned in to kiss you once more. "What are you doing to me Y/n-ah"

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[justash02]

Trader~

Pairing; Min Yoongi X reader

Plot; in a world where two people, a boy and a girl. All from different district get put into a game, were the only rule is to be killed or kill. Y/n finds herself in a tricky situation when one of her friends seems all to friendly with the other tributes.

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“Y/n L/n!”

My mind seemed to shot off as the words of Effie Trinket fell from her mouth, my leg didn’t seem to move as everyone turn to me. I could see the pity the eyes but what use did it have? Like their pity is going to not get killed in this barbaric game.

“Don’t be shy dear!” The irritating voice ran once again throughout the field filled with people who were just previously scared for their own life.

Suddenly I felt a strong grip on my arm pulling me out of my thoughts, my parents who were behind me were crying their eyes out but I was desperate not to show any emotion.

The other tributes who see me as a weak one, I’ll be the first target that they will see and the Capitol will see me just as weak. I’m not giving them that pleasure.

Before I could move the guard that was holding my wrist pulled me out of the crowed and onto the stage, almost making me trip.

“Give a big applause for Y/n L/n!” Effie exclaimed enthusiastically, the crowd slowly raised their hands and slowly clapped. Soon Effie told everyone to be quiet as she walked over to the big glass bowl full of the names of the boys.

But I payed no mind, I was too busy praying for my best friend to be safe. But the chances of him getting picked are a lot higher than mine were, in that entire bowl full of names there are 24 with his name.

“Please god. Let Jeongguk be safe.” I mumbled under my breath as I intertwined my fingers together, my hands were sweaty as I was waiting anxiously for the woman with the blue curly hair.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” My eyes in an instant went over to the crowd and my eyes immediately met Jeongguk’s ones, he nodded shortly at me before walking to the stage.

The boy soon reached the stage and Effie introducties us as the new tributes for the annual Hunger Games. “Come on, shake hands.” My eyes scanned Jeongguk as he held out his hand.

Slowly but surely and grabbed his hand with a tight grip and shook it, the crowd once again clapped as the guards walked us in the building of Justice leaving all of the people from district 12 in a somber state that once again, two young people were most likely going to die.

Again.

The guard behind me kept pushing me till I was in one of the room on my left, I tried to catch myself but it was too late. Before I knew it I was face down onto the floor as a painful yelp left my mouth, I heard Jeongguk yell at the guards but they just laughed while walking away.

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“Y/n! Over here!” Jeongguk called out to me, I looked over at the boy was saw that he was trying to make a fire by rubbing the wooden stick into the other pieces of wood. I smiled and walked over to him, I softly ran my hand through his hair and watched as he got excited as smoke started moving upwards.

Haymitch had a plan, a plan where Jeongguk and I acted like lovers as a strategy to get more sponsors, and if you get sponsors the better of a chance you have of survival.

The sponsors will- well, sponsor, and when they do and haymitch has enough money to buy something for us like food or medicine it get put into a small container with a parachute that makes a beeping sound, alerting you that there has been giving something.

But the part about being utterly in love with Jeongguk isn’t hard, he’s my best friend and we’ve always been close but I saw something in his eyes as Haymitch introduced this part of the plan... he seeme excited?

Jeongguk and I, we’ve known each other since I can remember. Jeongguk is originally from districts 2, one of the more luxury districts.

Jeongguk being from district 2 means that he was trained to be in the hunger games and same goes for districts 1 and 4. We in district 12, call them careers districts.

The careers are vicious killing machines that seek pride in other tributes deaths, It’s unknown to me why Jeongguk came to 12 in the first place but I knew that it had something to do with the way people worked there.

He told me he felt disgusted by the fact that people laughed everytime as innocence lives were being taken.

“Looks like you have an admirer.” Jeongguk whispered softly pulling me out of my thoughts, I frowned as I looked up, my eyes immediately met the cold ones of Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi, who didn’t know this handsome man probably lived under a rock, he had won the games about 3 years ago when he was 15. He was, and still is the youngest tribute to win the games.

I felt intimidated by his strong glance on me as I quickly turned around, “Maybe he wants to be allies...” jeongguk said but I could tell his voice sounded discomforting.

Min Yoongi, wanting allies? Yeah right. “I’m going to practice painting.” I spoke softly, jeongguk smiled and stood up. “Good idea, I’ll be at bow shooting.” He spoke, he leaned in and went to kiss my lips but I turned my head so he had to kiss my cheek.

I could tell from the way his eyebrows were pressed together he wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care, I’m not doing all that kissing unless it’s really needed.

He scoffed under his breath as he turned around to walk away, I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding.

I still felt the eyes of the boy from district 2 on me but I decided that I would wait till he approached me. If he even was going to approach me.

From the stories that I’ve heard from other people, Yoongi isn’t a pleasant person, he’s rude, doesn’t take advice for the crew that is trying to give you tips to at least survive a bit longer in the games. And he’s just overly stubborn.

But I guess if I won the games before I wouldn’t listen to anyone either, besides the fact that he is so rude the boy is also unbearably handsome, like god really does have favorites.

I decided to just stop thinking about it and walk to the painting corner, as I got there I was quick to realize that not a lot people used this corner, a least the careers didn’t.

I walked over to the table where every color that you can even imagine was on the table, I grabbed the color that I thought I was need and walked over to the bench that was next to the table.

I sat down and start working on my arm, I tried to imagine an senario where I could possibly be need paint. Maybe I could paint myself in a tree so that I’m not noticeable, or maybe if I’m wounded I could use it so that I don’t have to travel far to be safe.

Suddenly a felt the bench shake, I quickly cover my mouth to keep a noise coming out of my mouth as I looked next to me.

Yoongi was right next to me, he didn’t look up from my arm. He carefully ran his finger over the realistic paint and nodded, as if he was approving. Slowly he leaned back, away from me making it more

“Keep working at your arm, and don’t look at me.” His voice was raspy as he grabbed the paint that was next to me, I quickly looked back at my arm as I pretended to be working on it. What is going on?

“Looks like lover boy is jealous.” He whispers as he worked on his own arm, i decided to go against his words and look Jeongguks direction, I was met with eyes that were normally so soft were now almost black with hatred.

I didn’t know where the courage came from but the words fell out of my mouth before I knew it; “I don’t know why he be jealous, you’re not that handsome.”

He laughed softly before straightening his back as he looked at me, he slowly moved his hand to move the hair that was in front my face behind my ear as he slowly smirk.

A fire filled my body that I’ve never felt before, suddenly I craved move of his touch. As I realized what I was doing I quickly pushed him away standing up myself, but before I could walk away I felt his hand on my wrist.

“The people closest to you are the most dangerous.”

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[sillytaetime]

Jimin fluff A-Z

I know this is supposed to be fluff... but like... why does he need to be so hot?

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A= Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

On you, Jimin likes your smile. He always thinks you’re super pretty when you smile, and your smile always makes him smile. Ugh, he just loves you so much.

B= Babies (do they want a family? why or why not?)

Jimin definitely has thought about a family with you. I don’t think he sees the need to wait to make a family till he’s married... so maybe early 30s he’ll want to start a family, but things could change. If you didn’t want kids, I think he’d also be supportive of that. he wants kids, but as long as he has you then he’s happy.

C= Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

Jimin is obviously very cuddly with his members so why would he be any different with you? The only difference is that sometimes the amount he cuddles with you makes people wonder if you two are connected by the hip because he never leaves your side unless he has to.

D= Dates (what are dates with him like?)

I think Jimin has a secret romantic side. He loves to bring you flowers when he comes home from work (your favorite flowers ofc). He often asks you on dates like he would if it were your first date, but each time is different and gives you new memories.

E= Everything; you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world... etc.)

You are my other half.

F= Feelings (when did he know he was in love?)

He knew he was in love when he saw you playing with kids. The sparkle in your eyes just increased the security he felt in wanting you to be the mother of his kids.

G= Gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

He doesn’t treat you like glass but he’s not going to run around and push you or play fight with you very often. Usually play fights consist of tickling and light tackling you to the couch or bed.

H= Hold hands (how does he hold hands/ how much? does he like it?)

At first, Jimin was scared to hold your hand because he was worried you wouldn’t like his small hands, but after some talking and convincing him that you think his hands are adorable and would love to hold his hands, he would hold your hand when you guys go on dates or just walk around in public together.

I= Impression (his/your first impression/s)

He thought you were too beautiful for a guy like him (his insecurities settled in the first few months of dating) but he’s happy you chose him.

J= Joker (is he into pulling pranks?)

Jimin doesn’t prank you, but you guys to prank the other members (specifically Kookie) together a lot. You’re an unstoppable team.

K= Kisses (how does he kiss?)

excuse me... have you seen his lips? dude would be kissing you so much, but you don’t mind. Those lips are heaven.

L= Little things (what little things does he love/notice?)

He notices the little notes you leave him around the house or the times you do his laundry for him, and you fold it and put it away. He’s very thankful to have you in his life.

M= Memory (his favorite memory with you)

His favorite memory is probably your first date where you guys went to a amusement park and rode rollercoasters.

N= Nickel (does he spoil you?)

Jimin spoils you a lot. from bring home flowers every day to buying you small trinkets to expensive/designer items. he loves to shower you in gifts just because you give him the gift of love.

O= Orange (what color reminds him of you?)

I’m not going to state a specific color here because i think that whatever your favorite color is, that would remind him of you. He knows its your favorite color and whenever he sees something in that color, he can’t help but think of you and how much he loves you.

P= Pet names (what pet names does he use for you?)

Baby (mutual), Mochi (you call him), 미인 (miin; belle/beauty; he calls you).

Q= Questions (what questions is he always asking you?)

when his insecurities settle in, “do you love me?” “ Are you sure you love me?”

R= Remember (his favorite memory of you?)

Any memory where you’re smiling. He thinks you’re smile is beautiful.

S= Sad (how does he cheer you up?)

Jimin’s youthful side comes out when you’re sad. He does any and everything for you to be happy and smiling again asap.

T= Talking (what do you guys talk about)

Literally the most random shit on the planet. “Y/N, do you think aliens are real?” which leads to you giving your conspiracy theories and then he does the same and the conversations turns into hours of conversations about aliens

U= Universe; use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g. he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

Our relationship is like a good red wine, it gets better with age.

V= Very ____; their thoughts about each other (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

He’s very sweet; She’s very beautiful.

W= Why (reasons why he loves you)

He loves you because you have never once failed to make him smile and he knows you love him for him, and he can be himself when he’s with you.

X= Xylophone (what’s your song?)

(Everything I do) I do it for you by Bryan Adams.

Y= You are the ____ to my ____ (e.g. you are the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

you are the music to my song.

Z= Zebra (what pet would you two adopt together?)

I feel like you guys would have both a cat and a dog. Jimin has expressed that he loves both so i think he’d have a hard time picking just one pet.

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[bunnyjungoo]

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## younha’s playlists explained !!

BERLIN CITY GIRL is a playlist created by younha’s german cousins after she’d asked them to compile their favorite songs for her to listen to. their music taste differs greatly from hers, but she surprisingly found herself enjoying most of the songs, even showing them to her brother, junho. her cousins regularly recommend new songs for her to add to the playlist and help her to keep up with the charts in her home country.

FOR HIM. is a playlist for younha’s boyfriend. she started creating it two months after they started dating, but only felt comfortable showing it to him one year into their relationship. younha associates a lot of memories with this playlist, so she couldn’t bring herself to delete it after their breakup.

FAVORITES is a compilation of younha’s all-time favorite songs. the genres in the playlist tend to be korean r&b, soul or pop-rock, an accurate depiction of her taste in music. she rarely adds songs to this playlist.

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[raplinesmoon]

So The Drama (KSJ x F!Reader) - Teaser

pairing: Seokjin x reader genres/au/rating: fluff, angst, humor, smut, friends to lovers, Kim Possible!AU, 18+ summary: By day, you look like any other overworked 20-something. By night, you’re a kickass superhero who fights to save the world with your best friend. Caught between the pressures of having a love life and a plot to take over the world, will this summer be a one to remember? warnings: mentioned celebrity k*dnapping (not detailed)

word count: 401 for the teaser, expected 18k for the fic a/n: What started as a drabble has now spiraled into another monster Seokjin fic lmao. So glad I can channel my love for my favorite cartoon heroine into this fic for y’all. This is based mostly on the second KP movie. thank you to Mars @joheunsaram​ for suggesting the idea of Jin Stoppable in the first place. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this fic!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

The crowd was growing restless. The concert was supposed to start half an hour ago. Where was Seokjin? He hadn't returned from the bathroom yet. 

A loud groan erupts when representatives from their record company show up on the stage, claiming unforeseen technical issues. Bullshit. They probably wanted to keep you all here so they could take your money. You hoped Seokjin hadn't blown too much of his salary on these tickets.

Your impatient sighs are interrupted by a series of short beeps coming from your purse, and you freeze. This can't be good. You slip out of the arena towards the concession stands, reaching into your bag to pull out the pager.

"Hey Won-sik, what's the sitch?" you ask, taking in his grim face. The 18-year-old super genius you'd befriended was an expert when it came to computers and gadgets. He and Seokjin loved to crack dorky jokes together, many of which flew over your head.

"It's not looking good," his voice breaks among the static. "We've got word of a new crook on the block. Deez Coups. Apparently, he's a disgruntled former k-pop trainee who didn't get into the band of his dreams, so now he's out for revenge?"

"What kind of revenge?" you scoff. You'd handled more than your fair share of butthurt boys growing up, particularly when they chose to take their negative feelings out on others. 

"He's kidnapped DTS and is holding them hostage in an obscure location in the area! My sources are tracing them to a tiny room on the rafters."

"I'm on it," you declare, slipping off your oversized concert clothes to reveal your spy suit of choice - cargo pants and a black turtleneck. 

"___?" Won-Sik's voice trembles, almost like he's been keeping a secret.

"What's wrong?"

“H-he took Seokjin too. He was trying to rescue them."

Your heart sinks, remembering how Seokjin had excused himself. And now he'd stumbled into trouble. Disgruntled or not, this loser would never lay a hand on your best friend. You tuck Odeng into your pocket and reach back into the purse. 

Pulling out your hairbrush, you press the hidden button on the bump, recoiling as it activates, transforming into a grappling hook. You make your way back inside, keeping yourself confined to the shadows on the outskirts, before finding a good fulcrum and launching yourself up to the rafters. 

"C'mon, Odengie. Time to make a scene."

a/n pt 2: I have nothing to add except I hope the theme song was playing in your head hehe <3

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[94z-93]

Dumdass (Jimin X Reader)

I promise I'm going to try to post regularly. Maybe every Thursday.

Warnings: None. A little fluff and angst if anything.

The bass flowed through the wood floors of the home. On each down beat, the people in the home could feel the pulse in their feet as they danced to the rhythm. This was only your second house party as a college junior, and just like the first time you could tell right off the bat that this was not your element. The same could not be said of your two best friends.

Jimin and Taehyung both attended the same performing arts high school as you—all for different disciplines, of course. Where Jimin exceled in dance, Taehyung was an expert singer, and you were a great composer with your primary instrument being the piano. During freshman year your high school had believed that it would be good to mesh people from different departments together for the year-end final.

Three months later, after creating an original song with lyrics and a dance routine that encompassed all of your strengths, the three of you had become close friends, and every year after you worked together on the year-end project. Several years later you were inseparable, all attending S University working towards Bachelor degrees in the fine arts.

Now, standing in the darkest corner of the room, you sipped not too slowly on a fruity drink that you were 95% sure someone spiked. This was only after you started to notice that you could barely make out the separate bodies on the dance floor. Correction, you could make out one body, actually. What that person was doing (pressing his body tighter against a smaller girl as she grinded back to the beat) was enough to make you down your drink faster.

“If you’re so upset, why don’t you tell him how you feel?” a voice asked in your ear, deep, soothing, and so obviously Taehyung’s. You jumped slightly at the sudden voice even though you did recognize who it was (damn liquor made you do weird things once it finally caught up with you), and he chuckled lightly, pulling you closer by the shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Taehyungie.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder, shaking your empty cup in hopes that more woud appear. Damn Taehyung and his perceptive abilities. You could never really keep a lie from him, but you didn’t plan on telling him anytime soon about the small, maybe-crush on your other best friend. “Besides.”

“’Sides, what? Why can’t you talk to him; he’s your friend.”

“But I don’t just want to be friends,” well there goes your secret. (Damn alcoholic beverage. Damn fucking party.) You might as well finish now. “I want to be out there dancing with him. I want to go home with him at the end of the night. Taehyungie, I want to love him. Is that too much to ask for?”

“’Course not,” Your best friend kissed your temple, hugging you closer to his chest. You turned your face to nuzzle into his chest. You were just ready to go home before a flood of tears overtook your face, so you tell him. “Okay, just stay right here.”

You nod and lean back against the wall, no longer having the strength to keep yourself up on your own and hold back tears.

“___?” a voice called you back to your (terribly, horribly, drunk) senses. Another voice that, even drunk off your feet, you could make out in the darkness after three years of constantly talking to each other. “___, are you okay? Taehyung said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Jiminie, I’m drunk,” you whined, reaching a hand out in front of yourself to try to catch a hold of the muscle shirt he had on, your hand sliding down his chest and failing to grip the material and landing lower. Your fingers grip hold of his low-riding jeans, the very edge of your wrist bumping against his crotch.

It might not have been much of a touch, but it was enough to make Jimin to gasp at the feeling, startling you and sending you falling back into the wall. You slumped down the wall, hoping for the wall to swallow you up. No such luck, of course, though you continued to slide down the wall slowly causing Jimin to swoop in and lift you back into a semi-standing position, most of your weight leaning into his right side.

Somehow, the two of you made it out of the house without too much trouble. You did try to move away from Jimin to show him that you could walk on your own, but that did nothing but cause you to tumble into a group of boys. (You’re positive one of them tried to feel you up, and had you been a little less drunk you might have turned around and smacked him one good time.) After that, Jimin didn’t let either of his hands off of you until the two of you made it to a bench back on campus.

“Are you feeling a little better? Do you need to throw up,” Jimin said standing over you, worrying his bottom lip. It would have been cute had your head not been spinning and you could properly see the short boy. “Why would you even get this drunk? I knew we shouldn’t have brought you here, but ‘no’, Taehyung said. ‘It’ll be good for you.’ If he wasn’t going to watch out for you why would he even drag you along?”

You wanted to laugh at the boy. Giggle at his pacing back and forth, but that would probably just make him more frustrated, so you tried to defuse the situation before Taehyung ended up on the missing persons list.

“I had a lot of things on my mind,” you shrugged. “I wasn’t watching how much I was drinking. Don’t kill Taehyungie for that.”

“What could you possibly be thinking about that would make you drink so much?” Jimin asked, taking a seat next to you. Biting your lip, you tried to think of a way out of the situation you just put yourself in. If Taehyung could tell when you’re lying, Jimin wouldn’t rest until he found out some kind of truth.

“How do you,” you paused, putting your words together. “When you like someone, what do you do, Jimin? Like do you tell them or wait until they tell you? I’m confused about what I should do.”

Jimin sat quietly for a while looking at his hands and you just wanted to reach out for them. To hold them in your hands, kiss the palms, and slip your fingers in between them for as long as you can. Just as you were trying to figure out if doing all of those things could be considered platonic, Jimin let out a loud sigh.

“Personally, when I like someone I don’t say anything until I’m sure they like me back. It’s really hard ‘cause sometimes they’re really confusing. Flirting with me and stuff, you know, but other times I can see that they are the same way with other people. Sometimes even nicer and touchy with them, and, believe it or not, I get jealous. Like, I know the person is great, and would make a good partner for the person I like, but I just-"

Jimin paused looking confused about what to say next, until he turns towards you, face set in a form of determination you had never seen before. “___, take it from me. Do it. Just tell Tae how you feel. He’s a great guy, you know that, and you shouldn’t let your fears hold you back. If not for yourself, then for me. I rather you be with someone like Tae if I can’t be with you.”

Your head tilted to the left trying to understand the words that came out of your friend’s mouth but you were stuck on the first few sentences. “Tae?”

“Yes, Tae. You don’t have to hide it anymore. I know you like Taehyung.”

“Jimin are you stupid,” you said in a monotone voice. “I like you, dumbass.”

#writblr #Rated E for everyone #taehyung #jimin #bts fluff #bts senarios #fluff #bts x reader #bangtan #bts angst #bts fanfction #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #gender neutral y/n

[itstheimpossibledream]

Protector

Pairing: Suga x you

Genere: Smut, Established relationship

Summary: Yoongi doesn't want to take your relationship public, he's comfortable hiding and knows he wouldn't be able to protect you from the media. Idk why I'm addicted to a sad story. It's my first BTS fic Army be nice.

“Yoon-gi! I am tired of your shit !” your voice is low and steady.

“And I am not tired of you ?” he stared at you coldly.

“Cool," you take a step back from him, almost disgusted by how detached he was being “I’ll get my shit then.” you brush past him into your room,dragging your suitcase out of the back of the closet. A place that had been it’s home for the last three years. You wield it over your small shoulder and onto the end of the bed,as you watched him close the door to your room. He takes his time , until the door clicks, turning back around to you. 

“I’m not trying to offend you, I just don’t understand why it’s so important to you I-”

“Because if this is real” you cut him off “If this is something, we have to try it in the daylight,we have to try the real world. And if we don’t make it ,we don’t make it but we try-” 

“You are so frustrating -” he rolls his eyes. 

“And you are so comfortable being alone.” you can tell that comment cut him. And as much as you hated yourself for it you were glad you could hurt him as much as he had hurt you. 

“Ack-” he waves his hand at you.

“No, listen to me .” you rush towards him and he moves around you. Swiftly switching positions and pinning your back against the bedroom door. 

You are caught in his eyes, in his love for you, his want to keep you safe and the reality of the fact that he is right. Going public meant sharing you with more than just his friends and family.

“Going public means when we have fights like this, they take pictures.” he bit his bottom lip in uncertainty “When we hurt, the world sees that .When we’re happy they see that too, but is that worth how you will be hunted by sasaeng.When I have a kid, he won’t be able to play at the park, to be normal. He deserves that .”

“So you want to keep your family, your life ,everything entirely secret?” you whisper 

“I want you-” He whispers back leaning into you “ I just don’t want anything but us to ruin us.”

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him after that. His hand comes to cup the side of your face. His hips rock into you and before you realize your hands are tugging at the hem of his shirt while he works under your skirt, up your thighs to pull down your panties. This was the fire  you had; just unending passion, connection,like fissures linking and touching every corner of your body, inspiring it to seek more of him. You step out of your underwear and he slides the warmth of his palms up your calves, the back of your legs becoming alight with his touch. 

“Yoon-”you protest as he rolls up your body.

“Shhh.” he whispers through a lazy smile, kissing you again. Your hands are at his belt buckle, pulling at the loops.

“Fuck that.” he mumbles,forcing his pants downwards, shimmying out of the denim.He wraps his arms under your hips ,lifting you and holding you up against the door. His voice was low and he let out a growl as he rolled his crotch into yours again. That elicited a short high pitched moan   from you which he must have liked because he pulled back and smiled at you before placing a hand at your throat and doing it again. He takes his other hand to your core and begins rubbing you slow and controlled. “Is this what you want?” he asks , and it’s hard for you to have clarity on if he’s looking for a response to your conversation earlier or an answer for if you do or don’t want sex. Because you always wanted sex,especially with him; which he knew. Making that just seem like an unnecessary additive. “Mmmm I can’t wait to be inside you” he purrs, lifting your hips and angling himself at your opening. It didn’t matter that you had just argued, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t change. Your body ached for him. 

“Please…please” you found yourself whispering. Begging for what you were unsure but, he understood you, he knew what you needed. He fucked into you at a painstakingly slow rate, relishing in your array of faces pre orgasm. He is a man of many talents and he wasn’t usually rough with you. But this slow, subtle domination was a talent even you didn’t know he had. He held eye contact with you as he pulled himself in and out of your warm hole, time passed slower. The sound of your moans and his breath were music to your ears, peppered by his occasional praises of how good you are at a low whisper in your ear. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you dig your fingernails into his shoulder while crying out. He kisses the vanes in your throat as you throw your head back, using the kisses to break up the phrases of praise towards you. He tells you how good you are for cumming for him and you can tell he’s getting excited by his own words as he rocks faster inside you. His last few pushes are rough and you hold onto him so you don’t slide down the wall yourself. You feel him shoot into you and you can’t help but smile, taking stock of his face a bit flushed, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, eyes heavily lidded in pure bliss. You hold each other there for a minute,enjoying the contact,breathing heavily in unison. Your lips part and you’re overcome with comfort in that contorted position, against the door for a while. Eventually you are able to peel your bodies apart from each other and you look up at him suddenly aware of your nakedness. “ I may not be as figured out as you Yoongi but, I don’t want to be with someone who won’t claim me.” You look up at him sadly. The rose colored glasses were gone. His hand brushes down your arm and moves to hold your hand. This time instead of holding his, you take a step back from him. You snatch your clothes from the corner of the floor they had occupied and get dressed. He’s quiet as you move towards the bed,you slowly zip your suitcase and roll to the door. You extend a hand to press the elevator button of his penthouse“Don’t choose this.” he says quietly. He has sweatpants on, and somehow an incredibly solemn face while shirtless sitting on the arm of his couch. “You think I want this?” you pull your jacket over your shoulders. The door dings open and he crosses his arms across his chest. “For the record, I always would have picked you.” you smile, trying to rush into the elevator before you feel your tears hit your cheek. He stares at you but doesn’t respond. It’s clear there’s nothing more to say. His gaze runs over your entire body, as though he’s trying to burn a memory of you into his brain. 

“Bye Min Yoongi” you say, jabbing your finger into the door close button but it can’t close fast enough.

#smut rp #smut #bts smut #yoongi #agust d #suga #bangtan smut #suga smut #suga smile #suga fanart #suga fanfic #suga au #augustd #bts sexy #bts senarios #bangtan #sexy story time #sexy stories #au rp #breakup

[sweetestofchaos]

WYA | BTS Miniseries

I don’t need a reason. I just want you baby - ONE OK ROCK

⋆ story info:

☾ pairing: bts x female reader ☾ genre: fluff | some humor maybe | strangers to lovers | slice of life ☾ rating: 18+ ☾ word count: 0 ☾ warnings: flirting | kissing | grinding | groping | alcohol | cursing | pet names | more in each chapter  ☾ summary: this is what happens when you catch their eye while out on a night of the town? 

⋆ parts: (disclaimer: I do not own BTS. This is complete fiction.)

☾ Restaurant - Seokjin ☾ Museum - Namjoon ☾ Concert - Yoongi ☾ Improvised Dance - Hoseok ☾ Night Club - Jimin ☾ Jazz Club - Taehyung ☾ Night Market - Jungkook

⋆ drabbles:

None

⋆ important: @theharrowing​, wrote a BTS members approaching you in a nightlife setting and it spoke to my soul. Without their big brain, this miniseries wouldn’t have saw the light of day. Harrow, my love! Thank you so much for allowing me to run wild with your headcanons. I did change a few things to make it more my style but other than that, the basic idea is all Harrow!

#soc bts #wherever you are #bts fic #bts x reader #bts x black!reader #bts fluff #bts senarios #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok

[sukunasstomachtongue]

can’t sleep til i share this

rm bias’s favorite renaissance track: church girl & cozy

jin bias’s favorite renaissance track: pure/honey & Im that girl

yoongi bias’s favorite renaissance track: heated & plastic off the sofa

jhope bias’s favorite renaissance track: alien superstar & all up in your mind

jimin bias’s favorite renaissance track: america has a problem & summer renaissance

v bias’s favorite renaissance track: cuff it & move

jungkook bias’s favorite renaissance track: virgo’s groove & thique

#junk talks #go to sleep junk #open to debate #but i know im right #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #beyonce #renaissance #kpop imagines #bts imagines #bts senarios

[wearebulletproof713]

Here for you #2

Namjoon's POV

He had overheard you talking to Nayeon. He loved you but he didn't know how to show it.

"Jungkook! You have a wife, right? How do you show affection twords her?" Namjoon asked.

Jungkook looked suprised.

"Well, hyung..."

Y/N's POV

You looked up to see Namjoon's face. He looked like he was concentrating on something. His face was scrunched up in a way you had never seen before. He almost looked cute.

"Are you okay, Namjoon?"

He looked up with a surprised look on his face and nodded but then turned as if nothing had ever happened. You frowned but didn't do anything. Namjoon turned back round and looked you in the eyes.

"Go to the dock at 7:00. You'll see something special."

You were surprised but didn't ask why.

Namjoon's POV

When Jungkook had started to explain the wonders of affection as he called it, Namjoon started to realize. Maybe he was a but to harsh on you. But he couldn't change it. It was his personality. When he told you to go to the docks at 7, he was worried. What if it didn't work? Would he be okay? Would you be okay?

He turned to face you.

"Go to the dock at 7:00. You'll see something special."

Little did he know what would happen next.

#kim namjoon #namjoon #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan reactions #bts senarios #bts reactions

[angelic-vibez]

Namjoon x f!reader | Broken

Warnings; cheating? Heart break? I mean if they are a warning.

"Baby please, just- just let me explain" your boyfriend sat across you as you silently packed your bag. He explained. Many more times than you can count. It's just the lack of response from your side, or a single word for that matter that got him at such a devastated state trying to explain over and over again "I never meant to hurt you, or- or- or break your heart I just" between sobs, the man tries explain, though doing so wasn't going to justify what he had done to you.

You don't say anything. You were too broken, damaged and hurt, weak cry or yell at your boyfriend for what he had done.

You had spent a very tiring day at school. You've been so busy lately to the point you were barley texting or talking to your own boyfriend. But he understood. Just like you did when he was busy and gave you the space you needed. But he can't lie, he missed you so much. It's always like he's busy when you're free and free when you're busy.

But you decided taking off the semester. The only reason being your boyfriend and you wanted to see very often now that he's on a break too. You were beyond excited to tell him the good news so you contacted his manager and you were secretly escorted to his apartment. Because that's how it's always been. He's Kim Namjoon and you're his secret girlfriend.

Stepping inside the appartment, you saw a pair of heels by the door. Definitely not yours. You wanted to call out to Namjoon like you always did but you thought he had a guest over so you just decided to just look for him.

Until you reached the bed room door that was left ajar. Confused as to why you hadn't seen any guest in the living room. You pushed it a little, your smile fades. Clothes were thrown everywhere, the room smelled like sex and you see a girl snuggled up closer laying on your boyfriends chest as they were both in deep slumber.

The instant panic that took over you caused you to stay frozen in place. You couldn't move, talk nor breath for a moment. Taking in the situation that unfolded before you, you wondered if this was actually happening.

You finally snapped and stepped back. Knees weak, heart physically clenching from the pain you were feeling. Chest tightening. He slept with another girl, you finally processed the thought yet you didn't know what to do about it. It became so impossible to think, imagine life with out Namjoon. A lot of things raced in your mind all at once almost making you black out right then and there. But you had to keep it together. At least until you get home.

As soon as Namjoon had awoken, he was shocked to see the naked girl laying on him was someone other than his beloved girlfriend. He couldn't believe what he had done.

It took him a while to process it himself. He knew he'd forever feel the guilty about it but swore to never let you know. Little did he know you had already known everything.

So now he sat infront of you as you were finishing up packing. Learning abroad. A deal you didn't take because you'd didn't want to separate further away from your beloved boyfriend. Now you had no reason to say. Which is a good reason to go.

His eyes blood shot red. The fact that you weren't saying anything or crying or yelling at him like any girlfriend would do pulled the strings of his sanity. It was making him feel miserable.

But he didn't know the worse was yet to come when you said "I'm used to it. I'm used to being heart broken so don't worry about me" you finally said some words, which was what he wanted yet it only made him feel worse. He continues to break and hurt even more as he regrets his stupid decisions. Yes, he was intoxicated. But not enough to not know what he was doing.

"Come to think of it, it's actually my fault" you admit, voice breaking a little as tears begin to blur your vision though It had nothing to do with you. Namjoon looks at you with curiosity and sadness, some how knowing you were about to say that it was your fault that you trusted him but, no, it was far from that.

"I always thought... why, of all the people why me? But, now I know, it's not you, or my mom ,or my dad, or my friends, it's me. I'm the problem" tears begin to roll down you cheeks as you begin to think all the things that has been going wrong in your life for the past god knows how long. You felt like you can't keep blaming people even though they had their own faults.

"If anything? I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being good enough to make you stay or I'm sorry for not being as good enough as the girl you slept with and you and I both know you deserved so much more better than me yet you decided to go as low as someone like me - I mean come on- you're Kim Namjoon and I'm... I'm" you took a moment as you thought to yourself. You realise and accept the word you thought of and nod to yourself "I'm a nobody" you smiled through the tears as you grabbed your bag. "I don't hate you Namjoon" for the first time in two years you said his name. And it felt so horrible to hear it come out of your mouth. Especially in the devastated state you were in "I hate myself for not knowing my place"

With that being said, you walked straight out the door not looking back. Leaving Namjoon broken and in pure agony as he continued to sob and continued to break further and further more. He couldn't understand why you blamed yourself. He was the one who cheated.

The words you said hurt more than what he did to you. He hated himself. He hated everything about himself even though you never blamed him for what was obviously his fault. When he was the one at complete fault. He hated himself for making you think so low about yourself. You thought so low of yourself that whatever bad thing that gravitated towards your life was purely your fault and your responsibility.

So you left. You left to save that last bit of hope to keep you alive.

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Part 2? Cause I love angst when they have happy endings. 😭

© angelic-vibez 2022. Do not edit, repost, translate or copy

#namjoon #hearbreak #bangtan #bts #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jhope #jimin #taehyung #suga #skygifs #kim taehyung #kim namjoo icons #bts senarios #bts imagines #rm bts #run bts #bts live #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts fanfic #bts suga #kim namjoon #sad boi hours #sad thoughts #sadgirl #angsty #ansgt #namjoon angst #breakup

[i-am-a-bakery]

Bts reaction to you hitting a very high-note

Jin

Jin would be the definition of shock at that moment, Like he knew you could sing but hearing you hit a high note as high as that would shock him. "Um is your throat ok...?"

Yoongi

Yoongi would be proud of you hearing you hit that note, It will instantly make him smile and he would hug you "Ah I'm so proud of you"

hobi

*gif*

Namjoon

He would just be walking in the door to the sound of your voice which would make him smile Immediately, That smile would soon turn into shock when He heard you hit they high note "I wasn't expecting that"

jimin

We know jimin is pro at hitting high notes so hearing you hit the high note in his song lie made his jaw drop. You turned around and asked what he was doing which he replies "Picking up my jaw from the floor"

taehyung

*gif*

jungkook

This boy would be asking you to hit high notes for him ever since he heard you hit that note every second of the day "aww come on y/n your voice is so goodddd"

A/n : Hope you enjoyed my first imagine!

#bts imagines #bts senarios #bts x reader #jin #yoongi #hobi #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #btsau #bts reactions #bts masterlist