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Chapter One: First Day at Playcare! (6,600 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :) RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters: Little!Reader CG Jungkook CG Taehyung Playcare Owner Hoseok EA Felix EA Hyunjin Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Notes: Welcome! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

This is a very fluffy, very relaxed series that hopefully you can immerse yourself in!

There will be some angst but mostly fluff!

In this universe, Littlespace is permanent. If you don't know much about Littlespace, please research the topic elsewhere, since this story doesn't reflect how Littlespace functions in real life! Thank you!

The car's tyres grind against the tarmac as Jungkook pulls into the Little Sunshine Playcare's car park, a single storey building coming into view. It's made of caramel colored wood and black metal, a big welcome sign at the front that has a smiling cartoon sun attached to it. Arts and crafts are stuck to insides of the windows, so many colorful handprints reaching out to you as if giving you high-fives.

You tuck your chin into the soft collar of your pink sweater, peering at them nervously through your lashes.

As Jungkook chooses a parking space and turns off the engine, Taehyung twists around in his seat.

A kind smile graces his face. "Are you ready for your first day, sweetness?"

"Umm-..."

You glance back outside.

There's a man holding the hand of a colourfully dressed woman walking up to the front safety gate. He pulls the little knob and guides her through to the door, stopping to poke some buttons on a square thingy on the wall before heading inside.

"I dunno, Papa," You mumble as they leave your sight.

What if they don't wanna play with you? What if your teachers are meanies, and not nice like your Daddy and Papa?

"You don't know?" He sing-songs, pouting and reaching out to pinch your knee playfully. "Are you a little bit scared?"

Hang on.

You didn't say that!

Jungkook turns just in time to see you gasp, giggling to himself.

"I'm not scared!" You protest. "I'm not scared of anything, Papa!"

"Aww. I know."

Jungkook is sceptical. "No? Not even Lord Tirek?"

You think back to last night, when the big, scary monster appeared on the screen and you just had to hide in your Papa's arms.

You admit, "Maybe I'm scared of some things."

Taehyung smacks your Daddy on the shoulder, eyes wide behind his black glasses. "Luckily there's no Lord Tirek here then, right?"

"Right, Jagi," He agrees guiltily.

"Come on. It's time to get out now, sweetness."

You hug your teddy bear to your chest as they both exit the car.

Taehyung appears at your window, pulling your door open and leaning over you. He takes the big, red car seat buckle laying on your belly in his hands and clicks the two halves apart. The straps fall over your shoulders as he slots his hands under your armpits.

"Let's not forget your present," He reminds you, lifting you out of the seat and onto the ground.

As Jungkook rounds the car, he catches you chewing on your teddy's ear.

"Ah-ah," He chides, his tattooed hand coming up to pull it from your lips. "That's yucky. Be nice to Mr Bear, okay?"

"Sorry, Mr Bear."

"And?"

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Thank you."

"Here it is." Taehyung pulls out the bakery carry-box, slamming the door closed and carefully passing it to you. "Gentle hands."

"Good job." Jungkook praises. "It's not too heavy?"

"S'fine, Daddy."

Walking through the car park together, Taehyung strokes his hand through your hair, fixing the few fly-aways that have slipped from your piggy tails he very lovingly styled you in this morning. Your Papa is great at doing hair. Oh, and at picking outfits.

He's wearing a beige knitted vest over a plain white shirt, baggy pants, big shoes, and a beret.

The hairdresser's he works at lets him wear whatever he wants!

Jungkook, though; He has to wear a suit every day.

"Wooooow. Is that right?" Your taller parent exclaims. "You must be very strong?"

"Yes, I am, Daddy." You agree, plodding along.

For some reason, as he opens the gate and lets you through, both of them break out in chuckles above you. You don't know what's so funny about saying that! When you carried that heavy bag of rice at the shops yesterday, Daddy only had to help a little.

The door makes a clicking sound as the code is punched in, Jungkook pushing it open gentlemanly.

As you step into the foyer, you're suddenly hit with the feeling of being lost in a new place. You got lost in the supermarket once and it was so scary. Even scarier than Lord Tirek. You were about to be lost forever and ever until your Daddy finally found you.

You don't want to be alone again. No, no, no! A sad moan leaving your throat, you drop the bakery box onto the floor and wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, smooshing your face into his breast through the black fabric. You're never letting go!

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaims, picking the small box back up. "Whoopsies."

"Whoopsies," Jungkook croons.

"Good morning," The lady at the desk greets, before her eyes widen. "Would you like some help?"

"We've got it." Your Papa assures her. "We're here to sign in Jeon-Kim Haen, please."

"Of course. Just a moment."

"I'm scared," You muffle.

"It's okay, baby." Jungkook soothes, rubbing your back. "Remember what you said before?"

I'm not scared of anything!

"I lieeeed." You complain. "I'm sc- scared of Lord Tirek and the air frier and scorpions and getting lost!"

Taehyung plucks a tissue from the reception desk box, bending to mop the yellow frosting off the floor.

Jungkook tsks sadly. "Maybe. But you're still very brave, Haen-ie."

"I'm b'ave?"

"Of course you are. Can you say, 'I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, brave girl'?"

"I'm- I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, b'ave girl."

"Good morning!" A new voice comes lilting into the room. You squeeze Jungkook even tighter, turning your head ever so slightly to get a look at the newcomer. A man as tall as your Daddy is approaching the three of you, dressed in an orange hoodie and looking like he swallowed the sun and all the stars for breakfast, the light trying to escape through his face. "Did we have a little accident?"

"We did," Tae laughs, throwing the used tissue and squished cupcake into a nearby bin.

"Don't worry. No harm done!"

His black hair is tousled neatly over his forehead, a rainbow lanyard laying against his chest.

"She's nervous about her first day." Jungkook explains, stroking your cheek. "Had a bit of a scare coming in."

The man smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons. "You must be Haen-ie. I'm Hoseok-seonsangnim. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hello, Hoseok-seonsangnim." You murmur politely. "Are the cupcakes okay?"

Taehyung chuckles. "They're for her classmates."

"Wow, that's very nice of you." Hoseok gasps, looking through the little plastic windows. "Ooooh, yummy. They look perfect."

You let him know, "You can have one, too."

The three of them burst into soft laughter.

"Awww. Thank you, Haen-ie. You're a very kind girl. How about we go share them with everyone? Would you like to do that?"

You pause, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay."

"Awesome! Good idea." He praises, even though the idea was his, taking the box. "You'll have so much fun today!"

"You hear that? Come say goodbye to Papa-bear, sweetness."

You let go of your Daddy to fall into Taehyung's embrace, trying not to feel too scared as he wraps you up safely in his arms, rocking you gently from side to side and growling like a big, happy bear. When he pulls back, he kisses your forehead and passes you off to Jungkook, who gives you a quicker, lighter hug and reminds you not to chew on Mr Bear because he likes his ears to be clean.

"I won't, Daddy." You promise, earning another kiss to the forehead.

"Good girl. Daddy and Papa will come and pick you up later, okay?"

"Okay."

One last kiss. "We love you."

"Love you," Tae smiles.

"Love you, Daddy, Papa."

Hoseok offers his hand to you. "Come on, Haen-ie. Let's go share these yummy cupcakes, huh?"

Taking his hand in yours, you bravely let him guide you away.

"What flavor are the cupcakes, Haen-ie?"

"They're chocolate," You tell him, remembering what Papa asked the baker-lady for this morning.

"Oooh. I loooove chocolate." Your teacher gushes, giving your hand a bit of a squeeze as you walk side by side down the bright corridor. Splodgy paintings and crayon drawings hang from little wooden pegs along the wall, all the cats and dogs and dragons and two headed shark-giraffe hybrids all grinning down at you with silly faces and glittery decorations. "Is chocolate your favorite, too?"

"Uh-huh." You sheepishly nod. "I like it- I like it even betterer than vanilla, but Papa likes strawberry."

"He likes strawberry, does he? What about Daddy?"

"Daddy likes chocolate, too. He goes to the gym a lot, but he says it's healthy so we can eat lots!"

He laughs at that. "Well, I don't know about 'healthy', but it sure is delicious. Oh, look! Here's our classroom!"

You come to a stop in front of a door with a sticker on it that says, 'A2.'

Glancing back down the corridor, you notice the foyer is suddenly very empty. No Daddy, no Papa. Hoseok distracted you. You face forward again, taking a deep breath and telling yourself, I'm Daddy and Papa's brave girl, as he knocks on the door.

It opens. A man with long, wavy hair smiles sweetly at the both of you, moving to let you inside.

"Good morning!" He greets, closing the door behind you. "This must be our new friend, Haen-ie."

The classroom is bustling, filled with squealing laughter as Baby Shark plays loudly from somewhere.

"We're doing some dancing right now. It helps shake out all those early-morning jitters." He explains. "My name is Hyunjin-ie. It's so exciting to meet you! I'm one of the EAs in this room, so I'll be helping you get settled in today! Does that sound good?"

"What's an EA, Hyunjin-ie?"

"It means, 'Educational Assistant'. That means my job is to be your best friend and help you with your work!"

When you giggle, Hoseok adds, "We've got some delicious chocolate cupcakes here for everyone, too."

"Ohh! Cupcakes? I knew today was going to be a great day."

"Excuse me, friends!" Hoseok calls out over the song, getting everyone's attention. "I know we're all having fun dancing, but we have a new classmate here joining us today and she's very kindly brought us some delicious cupcakes to eat together!"

Exclamations break out across the room. "Cupcakes!!"

As the kids come running over, Hoseok sets the box down on the nearest activity table. "Everyone, say thank you to Haen-ie!"

"Thank you, Haen-ie!"

"Thank you, Haen-ie!"

"I love you, Haen-ie!"

A shy smile makes its way onto your face, realizing that nobody here is mean like you thought they would be.

Your classmates jump up and down like pieces of popcorn as Hoseok hands a small cupcake to you first, then sharing the rest of them to the gathered crowd, reminding them all to be patient and thanking them for their nice manners.

Peeling back your cupcake's paper liner, you take a big, big bite.

Mmm. Chocolate with sweet, yellow frosting and a tiny, bear-shaped cookie sticking out of it.

"Thank you, Heun-ie!" A boy exclaims, his chin smeared with frosting. "Dis is soooo yummy!"

You smile, "My Papa buyed them."

"I love your Papa."

"I love my Papa, too."

"Nice manners, Jimin-ie." Hoseok praises him, handing the last of the cupcakes to EA Hyunjin and two other men who must be teachers. "Haen-ie, you've already met Hyunjin, but this here is EA Yeongbok-ie and Teacher Yoongi-seonsangnim."

The first man, Yeongbok; he has blonde hair, the color of vanilla cookies, and a wonky, toothy smile sweeter than every cookie in the world. He gives you an enthusiastic wave, his voice deeper than even your Papa's. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

The second man, Yoongi, looks a bit like a sleepy, smiley cat. "Hello, Haen-ie."

"Hello," You wave back.

"We can meet the rest of your teachers later, but Yeongbok here is our second EA, and Yoongi is our very talented music teacher."

The man snorts. "I play recorders, Hoseok."

"All the same."

"Do you like music, Haen-ie?" Yeongbok asks as he pulls out a wooden seat for you, sitting in the one next to it.

"Okay, everyone! Sit down to eat, please!"

As everyone gets settled, you sit down next to Yeongbok and Hyunjin while Yoongi walks off with his cupcake.

"I like to sing with my Daddy and Papa," You tell the friendly EAs, your two new best friends.

"You guys just moved here from Geochang, didn't you?"

"Yeah," The mention of your old home sends a pang through your heart. It was a lot different than here. The streets were lined with wild grass and old, proud houses, always a breathtaking view of the mountains sitting on the horizon. "We got here two days ago."

"Well, we're very happy to have you here." Hyunjin smiles like a pretty prince. "What do you like about Seoul so far?"

Oh, um... You've never thought about that up until now.

"I like Han River," You guess, popping the biscuit in your mouth. "And we're going to Teseum Teddy Bear museum this weekend."

"Uwaaah," Yeongbok exclaims, "That sounds exciting?"

You nod, chewing, the wet crumbs falling from your lips and into your lap. "Bea'ws are my fav'ite animal."

"Oooh, careful," He warns, taking the handkerchief out of his pants' pocket and using it to clean you up.

"Oh! Sorryyyy."

"Don't worry." He brushes the crumbs off your sweater, and then your bear's fat, brown nose. "Look. It's as if nothing ever happened!"

"Daddy doesn't like it when I get my things dirty," You babble, giving the teddy a kiss as an apology, "Or chew on Mr Bear's ears."

"Aaah," Hyunjin hums understandingly, "So you're going to be one of the messy ones."

"You're going to love art class."

"I love art class!" A nearby boy butts in. "I made a painting for my Mommy yesterday!"

"Yes, and you used yourself as the canvas, didn't you?" He jokes, pinning him with an cool, sassy look.

The boy does nothing but giggle, his teeth covered in bits of chocolate cake, before running off to join his friends again.

"That's Jeongin-ie."

As you bite and swallow the last chunk of your cupcake, Yeongbok stands from the small seat, leaving his own cupcake on the table and offering his hand to you. "All done? Let's go put your bag away in the cubby before class starts, okay?"

"Okay, Yeongbok-ie." You agree, grabbing his pale hand and following him.

He takes you over to the wall besides the classroom door, where the cubby shelves are all stuffed with the other Little's backpacks, books, spare clothes, and water bottles. Coloured strips of paper are velcroed above each one, their names printed on them.

'Jimin', 'Jeongin', 'Maru', 'Nathan', and even your name! You point it out to Yeongbok, who chuckles in that delicate, tinkling way of his that makes it sound like he's a magical xylophone. He takes off your purple backpack and places it in the cubby below your tag.

Returning to the sitting area together, you spot Hyunjin and Yoongi helping tidy the aftermath.

"This one was yours," Yoongi nods toward an empty liner, wiping down the table with a cloth. "Go put it in the trash, please."

Hyunjin adds, "You too, Jeongin."

"Okayyyy." The boy sing-songs. "Fine."

Scooping up your trash and dumping it in the nearby bin, everybody works hard to clean up before settling down in their assigned seats at the activity tables strewn across the room. You're unsure where to go, awkwardly hugging Mr Bear, but sweet EA Yeongbok is there to help you again, taking your hand and guiding you to a table near the toy boxes. Jeongin and Jimin are sitting there, too.

"Ooh, Haen-ie. Look." The man points at the back of the chair. "What's that?"

You follow his finger.

Wow! It's another tag with your name on it!

"My name!" You exclaim proudly as you sit down. "This is my chair, Yeongbok-ie!"

"You're right. It is your chair," The man praises this genius discovery, as he drags another chair over and sits next to you.

Hyunjin and Yoongi are both sitting at other tables, joking with the kids around them.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!" The boy in front of you cheers.

"I'm Jeongin!"

"These are your table-mates, Haen-ie. Say hello?"

"Hello," You greet, using Mr Bear's fluffy arm to wave to them. "It's my first day today!"

"Why is it your first day?"

"We moved here." You explain, "And my old playcentre is too far away to visit, now."

"Awwww," Jimin pouts.

"That's so sad!"

"It is a little bit sad," Yeongbok validates, his tone comforting, "But she's going to make lots of new friends here, isn't she?"

Jeongin nods so fast you think his head might fall off. "I'll be your friend, Haen-ie!"

"Me, too! Do you like dinosaurs?"

Glancing at the T-Rex printed on his blue sweater, you shrug. "Um... A little."

"Oh." He deflates, perking right back up again afterwards. "It's okay! I'll still be your friend!"

"Yeah! He's friends with me, and I like sharks, but he doesn't like sharks, and we're still friends."

"Okay, guys," Yeongbok interrupts, placing a finger over his lips, "Sh, sh, sh. Let's listen to Hoseok-seonsangnim, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"It's time for our first class of the day, friends." You turn your attention to the front of the classroom, peering over Jimin's shoulder as Hoseok drags the wheelie whiteboard into view, uncapping an orange marker and smiling brightly at his class. "Now, Yoongi-seonsangnim and I were nice enough to let you guys have some cupcakes before class this morning, weren't we?"

"Yeah!" You all reply at once.

"Yeah! Fun, right? So do you think you'll all be able to put your learning caps on, now?"

As he mimes putting on a big hat, you all copy him.

Even Yoongi, Hyunjin, and Yeongbok, too!

"Perfect!" He lowers his hands. "Does anyone know what we're going to be learning today?"

The whole class starts giggling hysterically as he glances at the laminated chart on the wall, which very obviously reads, Monday, 1. Music, 2. Arts and Crafts, 3. Snack Break, 4. Math, 5. Nap Time, 6. Lunch Break, 7. Reading, in bubble letters.

Everyone shouts out, "Music!"

"It's Music!"

"Music, Hoseok!"

"It's what?" Your teacher squints, cupping his ear. "We're learning what?"

You join in the chaos, shouting, "Music!!"

"Aaaaah. Music! Why didn't you say that the first time?"

Silly Hoseok-seonsangnim. You guys did say that!

"Let's start with our word of the day first, and then we get out the instruments." Turning and writing, Word of the Day, at the top of the whiteboard, he faces forward and looks directly at you. "How about you choose today's word, Haen-ie?"

Oh! You?! 

"There's no wrong answers," Yeongbok encourages you when he notices your apprehension. "What about Bear?"

You give a quick nod. "You say, please?"

He happily reports back to your teacher, "The word of the day is Bear!"

"Oooh. Good choice. Let's all use the letters at our tables and have a go spelling Bear!" 

"Oh! I know, I know!" Jimin exclaims, wiggling impatiently as your EA reaches into the middle of the table and pulls out a velcro board and a cup of felt letters from the basket of supplies, splaying them out. "Let me do it! I know!"

He grabs the pile of letters, pulling out a flimsy G character and sticking it to the board.

"Good job, Jimin-ie." Yeongbok slides the letters in front of you. "Haen-ie's turn, now. We have to work as a team!"

Humming thoughtfully, you sound out the word Bear in your head. There's a Guh, and then an Ohhhhh. Must be O.

You stick the O character below the G.

When it's Jeongin's turn, he sticks down an M character, completing the simple Hangul symbol.

"Is everybody ready? Show us your boards!"

Chatter fills the room again as Yeongbok holds up the board for you.

Hoseok glances from table to table, nodding, "Correct! Yep, correct! Well done! Yeongbok's table, correct!"

Your EA gives you a high-five.

Yay!

"Hyunjin's table," He sucks in a breath at the last group, "I'm afraid that's not quite right."

Everyone at the table groans in defeat and starts throwing accusations around.

"I told you it was just one M!"

"Hyunjinnnnn!"

"You didn't listen!"

Yoongi's laughing behind his hand, shoulders shaking.

The kids keep heckling him as he grumpily throws down the letter in his hand.

Yeongbok laughs, "Maybe you need to move to the baby's room, Hyung? What do you guys think?"

"Baby's room!" The girl next to Hyunjin chants. "Baby's room!"

Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at her.

"Okay. Okay," Hoseok chuckles, taking back control of the room as Yoongi stands up. "Time for music, now."

When Namjoon checks his watch, he announces, "Snack break, everyone!"

Jumping up from your seat and pulling your bucket hat on, you can't wait to eat!

You file out into the play yard with everyone else, finding a spot at one of the picnic tables. Hoseok and Namjoon-seonsangnim wheel out two carts of food, approaching each table and handing out the small bowls. Namjoon; You met him during Arts and Crafts. He's tall and muscly like a sports teacher, but he actually teaches art and English, his face round like a toffee candy, both cheeks dimpled.

"Hello, everyone." He greets, placing a plastic bowl and spoon in front of you. "Did you have fun in art today?"

"Thank you," You remember your manners, licking your lips at the sight of the sliced fruit and yoghurt.

"You're welcome, Haen-ie."

As you stick your spoon in, Seungmin exclaims, "Yeah! I maked a rainbow! It was really pretty."

"'Made'." Hoseok calls out.

The boy corrects himself. "I made a rainbow."

"Yes, I saw. It was pretty."

Gulping down the dollop of yoghurt and crunchy apple pieces, you gaze out at the patch of sunlight nearby. Your class's art creations are drying in the sun, the pieces of paper swaying in the breeze, wrinkled from all the glue and pom poms on them.

"I made a dinosaur with Jimin," You garble as Namjoon walks away with the cart, your mouth full.

The boy nods. "It was a brontosaurus. Brontosauruses are the ones with the-!"

"The long necks," The girl across from him rolls her eyes. "We know."

Your dinosaur's neck was five pompoms long!

He gasps. "You like dinosaurs, too, Ahyun?!"

"No. You just talk about them all the time." She glances up from her bowl. "Haen, you have glue on your elbow."

You do? Shrugging a shoulder, you peer down at the side of your arm and scratch the dried flake off.

"And paint on your shoulder."

Oh, she's right. There's a pink splat on your sweater. You hope your Daddy won't be too upset.

"And on your hand."

... Oh.

"She got really messy," The girl beside her giggles. "She's like my baby brother, and he's only one!"

"I think she's messier," She jokes, making your cheeks go hot.

"Are you one, Haen-ie?"

"No. I'm nineteen," You mumble uncomfortably, hiding your paint-covered hand under the table. "And four on the inside."

"You should go sit somewhere else," Ahyun chirps. "I don't want you to get me dirty!"

"She won't," Jimin frowns.

"Yes, she will!"

Whatever. You don't want to sit with Ahyun, either. You pick up your bowl and stand from the wooden bench, storming over to the playground and ducking under one of the platforms. You hide away in a dark corner to finish eating your snack in peace.

Tears start burning at the edges of your eyes when you catch a second glimpse at your ruined sweater.

"Haen-ie? Sweetie?"

Sniffling, you watch Hyunjin as he searches the playground, coming to a sudden stop when he sees you. He looks like he's about to explain that you're not allowed to eat in the playground, but something in his expression changes and he crouches down.

"Haen-ie, sweetie, what are you doing all the way over here?" He asks. "What's the matter?"

Glancing behind him, you catch the other teachers watching the two of you, before they go back to what they were doing.

Hyunjin crawls in and sits beside you, long hair framing his face as he tilts his head at you.

"Haen-ie?"

You pout, "I don't wanna sit at the tables."

"No?"

You shake your head, poking sadly at your yoghurt.

"You don't want to sit with your friends? Jimin and Jeongin?" He tries, only to be met with silence. "Me and Yeongbok-ie?"

You admit, "I don't wanna sit with Ahyun."

He pauses. "Did Ahyun say something a little bit mean?"

You nod. "Her friend said I'm like her baby brother because I'm messy. And then Ahyun said I'm even messier than him because I got paint and glue on my clothes in art class, and then she said I can't sit with them, so I came over here to hide."

Sympathy washes over his face. He muses, "That wasn't very nice of her, was it?"

"No, it wasn't," You agree.

"Did it make you sad?"

"Uh-huh." It did make you sad. "I didn't get messy on purpose, Hyunjin-ie. It was an a'sident."

"Awww, Hyunjin-ie knows it was an accident, sweetie. And you know what?"

"What?"

"Art class is all about getting messy, little friend. Wouldn't it be boring if the paint only got on the paper?"

"My Daddy doesn't like it when I get dirty. He likes it when things are perfect and nice and clean."

Your Papa calls him a 'Perfectionist'.

"You're already perfect and nice," He argues. "And Yeongbok and I are going to make sure you're clean, too."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Yeongbok is new, too, you know. He's only been here a week. And he says I should be in the baby's room. Pssh. After art class ended, I had to teach him where to find the extra wet wipes, but you went outside to eat before we could clean you up!"

Ohhh. You remember now! After class ended, Yeongbok told you to wait, but you forgot and ran outside!

"I was too excited to eat!"

"Yes, you were." He chuckles, taking your hand. "Come on. Let's go get clean!"

"Okay!"

He helps you crawl back out from the playground, leaving your bowl at the table and stepping inside the empty classroom.

It's much quieter in here. The aircon hums above you, tables all clean and glossy. You see Yeongbok standing behind the partition of the exposed bathroom area, peeling open a package of wet wipes and digging through your purple backpack.

Both of you approaching him, Yeongbok gasps dramatically with a big, sunny smile. "Haen-ie!"

Hyunjin squeezes your hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, Yeongbok-ie," You apologize sweetly. "I got distracted and forgot to wait for you!"

"Aw. That's okay." He says, pulling out a spare shirt with a big strawberry on it. "Let's get you into some clean clothes."

The two nice men work together to remove your paint-covered sweater and stuff it back into your backpack, wiping down your fingers and palms with the wet wipes afterwards. Yeongbok quickly dresses you in the green shirt and adjusts your bucket hat.

"There we go," He celebrates, zipping your backpack up. "That was nice and easy, wasn't it!"

"Thank you, Yeongbok-ie and Hyunjin-ie!"

"See? Nothing bad about getting messy." The older EA holds his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's go finish eating, little friend."

Uh oh.

"Do I have to?"

Yeongbok makes a confused face. "I thought you were excited to eat?"

"I am, but," You twist your shoe into the floor. "Ahyun was mean to me."

He frowns. "Oh, no."

"Hyunjin-ie will make sure Hoseok-seonsangnim tells Ahyun's parents she was being mean to one of our friends," Hyunjin promises. "And you can sit with me, if you like, or we can ask Jimin and Jeongin if they want to move tables with you?"

You wanna sit with all of them!

"Let's all sit together!"

"Okay, sweet friend." He praises as you take his hand. "Let's go. Your yoghurt is waiting for you!"

You giggle. "I'm coming, yoghurt!"

Hyunjin guides you back into the play yard, approaching the picnic table.

"Excuse me, guys," The man politely interrupts, pointing to a nearby empty table. "I'm going to take my friend Haen-ie over to the kind-friends table over there, and we want to know who else is going to join us."

"Ooooh," Ahyun's friend exclaims. "I do!"

Not wanting to be left out, Ahyun agrees and raises her hand. "Me too, Hyunjin!"

"Sorry, Jenna and Ahyun. This table is only for kind friends. You weren't being a very kind friend to Haen-ie today, were you?"

She gawks. "Wh-?!"

"Maybe when you're feeling a little bit kinder," He suggests, "You can come and join us later."

As she scoffs angrily, Jimin raises his hand. "Can I come, Haen-ie?"

"What about me?" Jeongin adds. "I wanna sit with you!"

"Me, too!" Seungmin agrees. "I'm a kind friend!"

You go pink under all the attention. "Okay!"

"Yay!"

"Let's go!"

"Kind-friends table!"

The four of you grab your bowls and go sit at the other, better table together. Hyunjin offers his lap to you since you might still be a little sad. Even though you're feeling better now, you still climb up onto his thigh, while the three boys sit around you.

"There you go," Hyunjin cooes, bouncing you up and down a little. "Ooooh. Apple? What else did you get?"

"I got banana," Seungmin answers, pointing at his friend's bowl. "Jimin got some, too!"

Jeongin pouts, "I got grapes."

"He hates grapes," The boy beside him explains helpfully.

You ask, "Do you like apple?"

When he nods, you hold your bowl over his, using your spoon to flick the apple into it.

"Thanks, Haen-ie!" He gasps, before giving you his grapes. "You can have mine!"

"Thanks, Jeongin-ie."

"Woooow," Hyunjin exclaims, "Nice sharing, you guys."

"My Papa says it makes our friends sad when we don't share," You tell him. "And I don't like it when people are sad, Hyunjin-ie."

The man suddenly clutches his heart through his baggy shirt, wincing like he's in pain. "Dawww."

You giggle at his outburst. "What, Hyunjin-ie?"

He makes a Grrrrrr sound as he mimes grabbing your cheeks. "You're adorable, that's what!"

You push his hands away. "Silly Hyunjin!"

Yeongbok comes into view as you all laugh together, setting his bowl on the table. "Hey! Don't have all the fun without me!"

"How are you guys going over here?"

As Hoseok approaches your table, you pout your lips around the pencil in your mouth.

Not good. Math is hard!

He takes notice just like all good teachers do. "Needing some help there, Haen-ie?"

You mumble, "Yes, p'ease."

Yeongbok gently pulls your hand away. "We don't chew on pencils, little friend. There you go."

As he goes back to helping Jeongin, Hoseok takes a seat next to you. "Tell Hoseok-seonsangnim what you need help with."

"Yeongbok-ie is busy with Jeongin and there's-! There's too many steps!"

"Ahhh, I see. Don't worry. Let's break them down together, shall we? Can you read the question to me?"

You look down at your paper, making sure to ignore the cartoon gardener at the bottom because he's annoying you. "Taeyun buys some-... some flower seeds. He plants five seeds in normal soil, and five seeds in special mulch. The seeds in the... in the special mulch grow double the flowers than the seeds in the regular soil grow. How many flowers will he have when they're done growing?"

See?! That's super hard.

Taehyun should ask somebody else about his flowers, because you have no idea.

"That was great reading," Hoseok praises you, before grabbing a blank piece of paper and some crayons from the supply box. "I've got an idea. You know what helps me when I can't figure out a question? Drawing it out!"

Your eyes widen. "There's questions you can't figure out?"

A laugh escapes him. "Yes, there are. Even teachers need help, sometimes."

"But you're super smart?"

"The only way to get smart is to be wrong a lot of times first." He explains, drawing some dots on the page. "Let's draw what we need to know. First, I'll draw the seeds... Five normal seeds on the left and five special seeds on the right."

When he's finished, he hands you a green crayon.

"Now let's draw the flowers coming out of the seeds."

"Okay. I'll try!"

"That's what I like to hear, friend. You should draw two flowers coming out of each special seed, remember?"

Nodding, you get to work drawing the stems.

After that, you add a yellow ball and colorful petals to each one.

"Let's add some ladybugs!" You suggest, reaching for the red crayon.

"Hang on. We don't need any ladybugs right now." He reminds you. "Maybe you can draw some in art class tomorrow, okay?"

Awwww. "Okay."

"Let's count the flowers instead. Ready?"

"Uh-huh. One, two, three," You concentrate hard and count every flower. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!"

"Fifteen. Well done!" Hoseok exclaims with a big, excited grin, giving you a double high five. "You did it!"

"I did it!"

"Go ahead and write the answer down and we'll have a go at the next one."

"Okay! Thank you, Hoseok-seonsangnim."

"You're very welcome, sunshine."

By the time you've filled out the math booklet, you're in serious need of a nap. Being smart is lots of effort. How does he do it?

Luckily, it's nap time.

You grab Mr Bear and head into the toy area, where the EAs have moved the furniture out of the way and set up sleeping mats on the floor. Your Papa packed your softest, pinkest bedding today. You kneel on the cotton fabric, yawning and laying your head on your pillow as Hyunjin pulls the curtains over the windows. Hundreds of stars light up the walls when Yeongbok switches on the lamp.

"Who needs a little extra help getting to sleep today?" He asks quietly, switching on the speaker next.

The sound of somebody playing the piano graces your ears.

A couple of kids raise their hands, including you. No matter how tired you are, it's still scary falling asleep in a new place.

Hyunjin comes over to you.

"Close your eyes, sweetie," He whispers, settling beside your mat.

With him slowly stroking your hair, you're drifting off into dreamland before you even realize it.

At the end of the day, while you're all sitting on the rug, Hoseok asks, "Who here had a good day today?"

"Me!" You all shout.

"Let's share three things we're grateful for today," He says, gesturing to a student. "Let's start with you, Jihyun."

She tilts her head. "Ummm... Art class, Yeongbok helping me find my pencil when I lost it, and... Oh! Haen's cupcakes!"

"Oooh. They were yummy, weren't they? Jimin?"

He's got his answer right away. "Meeting my new friend Haen-ie!!"

Jeongin's got his, too! "Haen-ie sharing her fruit with me!!"

"Aw, those are great answers. I'm grateful for our new friend, too."

When it's your turn, you shyly stare back at the class. It's difficult to choose only three things! You're grateful for the EAs, who made your first day as easy as possible for you, Yoongi for making you laugh as he taught you how to hold the recorder, Namjoon for opening the glue pot for you when it was stuck, and Hoseok for being such a great teacher, even if he's bad at drawing flowers.

"I'm grateful for my friends and my teachers and the EAs... and nap time, and brontosauruses."

That might've been five things... But Hoseok doesn't mind. "Aww. I'm so glad, friend."

Hyunjin does that thing again where he looks like he's going to die.

Yeongbok chuckles, petting his shoulder in support.

Parents start gathering in the corridor outside the classroom as the rest of the kids share their three things. You keep an eye out for your Daddy and Papa, your legs squirming and your heart racing like it's trying to break out of you and go find them.

The last time you glance through the window, they're both there!

When they spot you, their faces light up like they always do when they spot you in school assemblies and sport events.

They wave to you.

"Daddy, Papa," You cheer under your breath, trying to keep your hand in your lap. "Daddy, Papa are here."

"Okay, my friends." Hoseok eventually concludes. "I'll see you all tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!!"

"Bye, Hoseok!!"

"It's home time!!"

As soon as he opens the door, you jump up and run over to the big group of parents, straight into your Papa's open arms.

"There you are!" Taehyung gasps happily, holding you tight. "There's our sweet girl!"

"Papa!!"

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you, kissing your hair and letting you hug Jungkook next. "You didn't miss us too much?"

"I missed you so much," You muffle into Jungkook's button shirt. "But I had a good day at the same time!"

"We missed you, too," Your Daddy chuckles.

As Hyunjin approaches the three of you, handing your backpack and artwork to Jungkook, you pull away slightly.

"Here are Haen's things," He smiles.

He thanks the man. "Wow. Is this a dinosaur, baby?"

"I made it with my new friend, Jimin! He said I could keep it because he has a lot of dinosaur drawings at his home already."

"It's so cute."

Taehyung adds, "I love it."

"She had a good day," The EA smiles. Yeongbok and Hoseok are talking to some other parents behind him, handing more backpacks and artworks out. As Jungkook gives your dinosaur craft to his husband and unzips your bag, making sure everything is in there, Hyunjin explains, "We did have a little hiccup this morning, though. You'll find her sweater in there. It just has some paint on it."

Guilt squeezes you as you watch Jungkook turn the fabric over in his hand. "Sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, Haen-ie." He shakes his head, zipping it up. "Daddy just wanted you to have fun today, okay? We can wash it out."

"I also got crumbs on Mr Bear," You admit.

He laughs at your sudden burst of honesty, slinging your bag over his shoulder. "We can wash him, too."

"He'll love it," Tae agrees. "It'll be like a spa day."

Some people might think your Daddy is the stricter parent, but he actually breaks more of his own rules than you do, and it's him who's always spoiling you with new toys, treats, and clothes! He's a big softie!

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Haen-ie!" Hyunjin says. "High-five!"

"Buh-bye, Hyunjin-ie!"

After you smack hands, Taehyung and Jungkook thank him again and they each take one of your hands, leading you out of the Playcentre. They listen intently as you babble about every detail of your day all the way to the car, where Tae lifts you in.

"Did everyone enjoy the cupcakes?" He asks, helping you thread your arms through the straps.

"Oh! Yeah! They were really yummy, Papa."

"No dessert tonight, then, I guess." He pouts, clicking the buckle together, before grinning cheekily at you. "Just kidding."

You stick your tongue out at him.

"Hey," Your Daddy chuckles, watching you in the rear-view mirror. "Save that little tongue for your ice cream tonight."

"We're having ice cream?!"

Tae closes your door and settles into the passenger seat as the car starts. "Didn't we tell you? Brave girls get ice cream, baby bear."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Cupcakes, new friends, a good nap, and ice cream?

You wish every day could be your first day at Playcare!

When you get a whole bowl's worth of chocolate ice cream all over your pyjamas that night, Jungkook just fondly smiles at you and sneaks you a second scoop while Tae isn't looking. He taught you that chocolate is healthy when you want it to be, after all!

Notes:

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write. - Smut. - Self-harm. - Intense angst. - Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace. Everything else goes!

Current roles. - Taehyung: Parent Caregiver. - Jungkook: Parent Caregiver. - Jin: ??? - Namjoon: Art / English Teacher. - Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner. - Yoongi: Music Teacher. - Jimin: Little. - Bangchan: ??? - Lee Know: ??? - Han: ??? - Changbin: Sports Teacher. - Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher. - Felix: EA. - Seungmin: Little. - Jeongin: Little.

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[saturnzskyzz]

"I love you"

Lee: Yoongi

Lers: Hoseok and Seokjin

·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•

-*Drabble*-

Is this even a drabble anymore? Eh, who knows. I make my drabbles long anyways.⚰️

I got the idea from watching a bts moment, and decided "fuck it" so here we are.

!!I'm still working on everyone's requests, don't worry!!

Summary:

Yoongi wanted to be affectionate one day and sent out long text messages to two of the maknae's. What sucks for him though, is that it would later be brought up in a group conversation.

Warnings:

| tickling | swearing | THIS IS NOT A SHIP FANFIC |

Enjoy :)))

·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•

All of bts were sitting at a table with food placed in front of them. They were having a great filming day with the members just talking about whatever came to mind. They were on the topic of receiving heartfelt messages, and it brought Taehyung to spill his very heart warming text.

"There was one member who sent me a text message one day." Taehyung said, looking at everyone who was eating away at their food.

Yoongi, who heard loud and clear, all of a sudden put his hand up to his face as to face palm at the realization that Taehyung would be informing the members of a specific message that he 100% knew about.

Seokjin, who was sat next to Yoongi's right, saw this and was utterly confused about why Yoongi was suddenly acting unusual.

"Who was it?" Hoseok asked, looking at Taehyung with curiosity.

"Was it Jin?" Jimin also asked, looking at Tae with the same curiosity.

Seokjin placed his hand on Yoongi's neck and said, "Ya!Why are you laughing?" with amusement in his eyes. He knew exactly who sent Taehyung that random text message.

"It was Suga Hyung." Taehyung said, looking around once again with a smirk on his face.

All but Jungkook blurted out with "awh's" when the realization hit them. To be fair, no one would have thought that Yoongi would send a two paragraph message to one of the maknae's.

"Wow, I never imagined that happening!" Hoseok said, covering his mouth with his hand due to having food in his mouth. He looked at Taehyung and Yoongi with an amused face.

Yoongi looked up at Hoseok. "Why-why couldn't you imagine that happening?" Yoongi stutterly asked. He fidgetly fixed his turtle neck and smiled out of nervousness now that the attention turned to him.

"Do you want to know the reason why?! It's because I haven't received more than five messages from you!" Seokjin blurted out, turning to face Yoongi with an annoyed, but playful face. "And they were all one liners!"

Namjoon had his face down, and clapped now that the conversation has gotten more interesting.

But nonetheless, Taehyung kept going with his onslaught. He turned his head to where Seokjin and Yoongi were sitting. "The words at the end were really.." Taehyung tried to find the right words, until someone abruptly finished the sentence for him.

"They were memorable." Namjoon said, looking at Tae.

"Yeah." Taehyung said in agreement. "It's the first time I heard it."

Yoongi had his head down again, with the back of his hand covering his mouth with more embarrassement. Then, he lifted his head up again to repeat the words, "DON'T SAY IT!" while shaking his head at Taehyung.

"You need to tell us!" Namjoon said, looking at Taehyung.

"What did he write to make him this way?" Jimin then said, referring to Yoongi.

Taehyung turned to Jimin, and said, "He said, 'I love you.'"

The rest of the members, again, blurted out with "awh's."

Jungkook looks around the table with a crept up smirk, knowing that he's about to embarrass Yoongi even more.

"There were two messages that were sent out; the same exact paragraph with the words ending in, 'I love you.'" Jungkook said, looking straight at Yoongi.

The sheer horror that was casted on Yoongi's face, and utter embarrassment that has foreshown made the elder face palm, once again.

The rest looked at Jungkook, and then back to Yoongi. They were in disbelief at the affection that the older willingly sent out.

"I want a message like that from Suga hyung!" Jimin said with a pout and big eyes.

He looked at Yoongi, seeing how the older looked up slightly to look at Jimin.

"Jimin." Yoongi said, suddenly.

"Yes, hyung?" Jimin couldn't help but the slight smile that was creeping up on his face.

"I love you." Was all Yoongi said before looking away out of embarrassment, once again.

Jimin sat back, lunging his hands onto his chest like he had gotten shot. With the sound "ah!" he layed there in his chair with satisfaction.

"C'mon, me next, me next!" Hoseok said, looking at Yoongi with hope to his name. (Haha 😄)

"Not happening. Not again." Yoongi said, turning away from everyone to now stare at the camera men.

When did they get here?

"Awweee, but Yoongi-aah~ you gave the maknae's your affection, why can't you give it to me and Hoseok?" Seokjin said, putting both his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and instinctively squeezed fairly close to his collarbones.

"Nohohot happening- ehaha." Yoongi rushed a giggle before grabbing at Seokjin's hands to try and pry them off him. He twisted his head, while leaning forward in his chair to try and Dislodge his hands, but it was to no avail.

"Maybe I'll just have to tickle those words out of ya!" Seokjin said, before quickly moving his hands from Yoongi's shoulders down to his sides to scribble with ease.

"AH! Hahahaha! Lehehet gohoho!" Yoongi yelped, shooting his hands down to now grab at his hyungs hands, once again. He tried pushing Jin's hands away, but soon found out that it was no use, so he pulled at his wrists instead since he'd figured that he'd have more strength to do so. Which worked.. However, he made Seokjin leap out of his seat to crash into Yoongi, and down they went to the floor.

This had caused the rest of the members to look in worry for the two, knowing that they both get kind of pissy when falling unexpectedly.

"..Ohoho, my gohosh, are you ohokay, Hyung?!" Yoongi said, with a hint of regret now that he thinks that he hurt Seokjin. He turned around as much as he could, now resting on his elbows to look at Seokjin better, and gave him a look of worry before seeing how the oldest had a mischievous look on his face without even glaring at Yoongi. Seokjin caught himself with his own hands, thankfully, but he was still in the playful mood than to be annoyed that he got pulled to the ground with no warning.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but you're not going to be now that you just gave me more access to your sweet spots, eheh." Seokjin giggled with evil, but playful, intent. He pushed himself up by a tiny bit to get leverage from his knees, and used that opportunity to use both hands to go for Yoongi's ribs now.

"AAH! NAHAahaha! IHIHI'm SohOHOrry!! HYUHUHng dohOHOn't!!" Yoongi flintched at the sudden touch while grabbing at Seokjin's wrists once again to try and pry them off his sensitive ribs.

"Just say you love me, and this will all be over!" Seokjin said, digging a bit more into his ribs to emphasize his words.

"AAHAHAHA!- N-NEHEHAHAVER!" Yoongi is no surprise when it comes to his stubborness. So when Seokjin knowingly heard Yoongi, he moved his hands up more to the top of the spot where it meets the top rib, and the armpit.

Yoongi went ferral at that. He dragged his feet on the floor, as well as squirming from side to side to get away from the unbearable feeling that Seokjin was causing.

"NAHAHA! AHAHAHEHEHAHAH-KKCHEHEEHAHAHA! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY! STAHAHAHP! S-STAHAHAHA!" Yoongi couldn't take it, the feeling was so unbearable, he didn't know what to say at that point. He resulted in curling in on himself, but due to Seokjin being in front of him, the back of the olderst stopped him from fully curling in, so he just swung to his side to face away from Jin.

"Don't be sorry about the fall, you dork. You know why he's tickling you, just say it!" Hoseok said, walking up to the two to join in. He waited until Seokjin moved from yoongi's upper body so he could go for his non-killable spots.

Seeing That Hoseok wanted to join fairly quickly, Seokjin changed in technique. He went for his hips this time, squeezing lightly as to not hurt the younger.

"AHAahahaha!- GihihiIHIive mehehe a breheheak!" Yoongi begged. He swung one of his legs here and there from the tickling that's being done on his hips, but it didn't help his predicament in the slightest.

"Just tell us you love us, Yoongi-aah!" Hoseok said, going for his sides that meet the bottom ribs with delicacy.

Gosh. Having two spots being tickled at the same time truly IS unbearable, Yoongi had thought. He closed his eyes shut, finally, to soak in the feeling as composed as possible, and just resulted in twisting his head from side to side.

"You know how to stop this, Shookie~" Seokjin sang out. He barely went for his hips to get Yoongi to say the words.

"I-Ihihihi'mhm nahahat sahahay shIHihit!" Yoongi blurted out, opening one of his eyes to look at Seokjin with the last of his determination.

He soon regretted it though, because Seokjin deadpanned his face at Yoongi, and went straight for the kill. His. Thighs.

"AAH- NAHAHA-!" Yoongi jolted at the feeling. He hasn't had his thighs be tickled in a LONG TIME. So when Seokjin dared to go that far for Yoongi to verbally show affection to his hyung, I can sure tell you that it worked.

"IHIHI L-LOVE YOHOHOU! SEHEOKJIHIN! - I LOVE YOU! THEHEHERE-!" Yoongi yelled at the top of his lungs for Seokjin to hear. Like music to the older's ears, he stopped his attack on Yoongi's thighs with a satisfied smile.

"See? Now was that hard, Shookie?" Seokjin asked, seeing how Hoseok was still going for Yoongi's sides.

"YEHEehes! EHEaha, J-HOPE! stahahap!" Yoongi demanded, hitting the younger's wrists lightly due to the fact that every last of his energy was nearly wiped from Seokjin's early attack.

"You haven't said 'I love you' to me, Hyung!" Hoseok said, giving Yoongi a sly look.

"Dohohon't puhuhush ihihit!" Yoongi said, trying to look and sound intimating, but his high pitched, and breathy giggles were not helping him.

"I'll go for the spot that Seokjin went for if you don't-" Hoseok was cut off by a quick and high pitched voice from the older. Did he also hear even more sporadic giggles from Yoongi when threatening him?

"IHIihihi lohohove YOHOHOU, hohoseok! Plehehease Dohohon't!" Yoongi said quickly, looking away from Hoseok with embarrassment.

"Awweee, I love you too, Yoongi-aah, haha!" Hoseok said, finally retrieving his attack on the older.

When Yoongi was finally let up from the attack, with Seokjin finally getting up off of him too, he quickly curled in on himself, and layed comfortably on his side, facing away from Seokjin and Hoseok.

"Isn't Yoongi just the cutest? He loves us!" Hoseok said, looking at the rest of the members.

"So all I had to do was tickle his thighs and he would say 'I love you' to me?!" Namjoon asked, knowing that he's the only one who hasn't gotten an 'I love you' from his hyung now.

"Dohohon't even thihink about it, Joon!" Yoongi said without looking at the leader.

"Oh I won't.. Not yet at least, ehaha." Namjoon giggled, looking at Yoongi as if the older could see his face right now.

Today will be a very long day for Yoongi. But hey? He would be lying if he said he didn't love them.

#bts tickle #kpop tickle #lee!suga #lee!yoongi #ler!seokjin #ler!jin #ler!hoseok #ler!jhope #sfw tickle community #saturn drabbles

[romes-are-rosie]

Little Birthday

(6.3k words {3 chapters})

Yoongi wasn't that big on his birthday. As a kid, birthdays meant parties plagued with uncomfortable feelings he couldn't explain. Once he came out at 13, his memories of birthdays were already tainted. Thankfully, with the help of his members, he was able to make new birthday memories. As the years passed, he grew more comfortable with the yearly event. He still never really became a big fan. He liked to keep things low-key. No parties, just

This year, things were different. Yoongi had started regressing for almost a year now and it had changed their entire dynamic. For the good, of course! Which is why Hoseok suggested a party to Seokjin.

~ Yoongi often struggles with dysphoria around his birthday because of his childhood experiences. This year, things are different. He feels old.

~

*This is part of an ongoing series of mine: Little Yoongi and his 6 caregivers so here's the link to the series if you want to read.

Link to Little Birthday

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[yoongisleftshoulder]

SFW Alphabet: Yoongi Edition

This is not my template, I just thought it would be fun to do! Please reblog if you enjoyed and feel free to request other members :)

A: Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Yoongi isn't the most lovey dovey type but you would absolutely know that you were loved. His love language is quality time. He would want you to be in his presence whenever possible, even if both of you were doing your own thing. His fave thing to do is give you forehead kisses or small kisses on the cheek.

B: Best Friend. What would they be like as a best friend?

Bless your heart if you manage to snag this man as your bestie. 100% would be the type of friend to show his love by lightly bullying you. You would probably get roasted all the time but he never meant any real harm by it. He's also the type to push you out of your comfort zone when it comes to certain subjects. He wants the best for you and would be blunt about it. Not the 'beat around the bush' type when you came to him for advice....Unless it was about a crush. Then he would low-key be salty.

C: Cuddles. Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Yoongi would like to cuddle with you more than he would ever admit. You were his safe place and he never felt more relaxed than when he was curled up with you under the covers. If the cuddling was happening while still sitting up, he would lean close to you and have one arm around your shoulder. If you were laying down, his favorite was when you faced him and had your forehead resting on his chest while he faced you on his side. Would definitely be running his fingers through your hair.

D: Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?

If he's with you, he's with you for a reason. He doesn't date just to mess around so if he started a relationship with you, he sees potential. At some point, he definitely wants to settle down with you. Around the house, he's a lot cleaner than you expected. Everything was always neat and in order and he always picked up after himself. You never had to even ask him to do the dishes either.

E: Ending. If they had to breakup with their s/o, how would they do it?

If he felt that he needed to breakup with you, it was not an overnight decision. This is not something he would take lightly and would spend a lot of timing thinking about it before deciding what to do. He wouldn't say a word over a phone call or text, he would wait until he could sit you down in person and explain what's happening and why he felt that way. Unless it was because you straight up cheated on him, breaking up with you would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.

F: Fiance. How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Settling down and being with you forever is definitely on his brain. Like I said before, he doesn't date just to mess around. That being said, he isn't going to propose after a year, or even two years. He would need to spend several years with you. Not to confirm his own feelings, but to be completely certain that your relationship was solid and had utmost loyalty.

G: Gentle. How gentle are they, physically and mentally?

Yoongi may come off as cold but in reality, he is soft hearted. He would never be genuinely rough with you outside of any bedroom scenario and would treat you as if you were glass. His touches are light and his subtle way of loving you is sweet. Although stubborn and a bit hard-headed, he always had a soft spot for you.

H: Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

This man could never deny hugs from his s/o. That being said, he wouldn't be the type to be constantly hanging off of them, opting for short and sweet hugs. He always gave hugs where he would wrap both of his arms around his s/o and give a tight squeeze.

I: I love you. How fast do they say the L word?

This is something he wouldn't joke around with or take lightly. He would have to feel complete trust with the other person before he finally said it. Telling someone that he genuinely loves them would be a big deal. Doing so would make him feel vulnerable so he would need to be absolutely sure that the other person's feelings were also sincere and meant to last.

J: Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Yoongi is smart enough to know that not everything should result in jealousy and not everything is that deep. He's not an incredibly jealous type, he's more territorial, if that makes sense. He is aware of when it's reasonable to be jealous and when not to be. If he found himself in a situation where someone was flirting with you, he would start by observing and only begin to feel some type of way if the other person wasn't backing down. Rather than feeling jealous over someone, he would feel threatened and shut them down if he notices that you were uncomfortable or couldn't handle it yourself.

K: Kisses. What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?

Unless you guys were in a steamy situation, Yoongi's kisses are more on the soft side. His favorite thing to do is leave soft pecks on your lips, your forehead, or a loving kiss on the cheek. They almost seem innocent-like. Sometimes, he'll do the thing where he gently holds your chin between two fingers as he kisses your lips. If you're shorter than him, expect kisses on the top of your head too.

L: Little Ones. How are they around children?

He can be a little awkward around kids but it's not bad enough to where he feels outright uneasy. He would be lying if he said his heart didn't melt into a puddle as he watched you interacting with kids too.

M: Mornings. How are mornings spent with them?

One word: lazy. Yoongi wouldn't ever be late to anything important but god forbid you try to wake him up early. He would do everything in his power to stay in bed next to you as long as possible. Leaving the bed away from you would feel incredibly cold. Don't be suprised if you find him downing caffeine in one way or another. This man is in no way a morning person.

N: Nights. How are nights spent with them?

Nights are arguibly your favorite time to spend with Yoongi. Nothing at this point in time is expected of him, it's just the two of you in complete bliss. The world is leaving both of you alone until morning and you both relish in this fact. Often times you will mistakenly stay up a little too late, enjoying each other's company.

O: Open. When would they start revealing things about themselves?

It would take a while for Yoongi to start opening up completely; he was a tough one to crack. As much as he cared for you, it scared him to be left so vulnerable and out in the open. Right off the bat, he would seem a bit closed off an emotionally unavailable. It would be a slow process but eventually he would let you in deeper into his life. He would pepper in things here and there about himself, nothing too crazy all at once. He's not one to trauma dump.

P: Patience. How easily angered are they?

Generally, Yoongi has more patience than one would think. It takes a lot for him to get legitimately angry with you. If you ever saw him like that, it would be over something serious.

Q: Quizzes. How much would they remember about their partner?

This man would basically be a walking you encyclopedia. He knew all of your favorite things, all of your odd habits, and everything that made you tick. He knew you almost better than you knew yourself. You could tell him the smallest detail about yourself and he would have it locked into his brain.

R: Remember. What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

The moment that would cross his mind the most often if asked this would be the very first time he thought he was going to lose you. Work had taken over more than usual and he barely saw you. He struggled in the past keeping friends or anyone closer around because of how often he was working or stuck in the studio day and night. Every night that passed where he didn't see you and was unable to speak much throughout the day, he grew more worried that he was pushing you away just like everyone else. One night, after weeks of this, you shocked him by showing up at his studio unannounced. You had hot food and a bag in hand. After you handed him the food and gave him a kiss hello, you started emptying out the bag you brought. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could cry. He watched as you set up the pillows and blankets on the studio couch, along with some other items from your apartment. That was the exact moment when he realized you were completely different from the rest and you were there for the long run.

S: Security. How protective are they? Would they like to be protected?

This kind of goes along with his jealousy, in the sense that he's very territorial. He leaves you space and isn't overbearing but he is still always looking out for your well-being. He's more chill when he's not around you but if you're present, he finds himself to be ten times more aware of his surroundings. Yoongi is very cautious about the people around you, knowing how toxic and scary the industry environment can be. Overall, yes, he is protective. Just not in the "look at my s/o once and you die" type.

T: Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, every day tasks?

As for gifts, most of them wouldn't be planned. Yoongi is the kind of guy who would just see something his s/o would like while he was out and buy it immediately. Whether it be something small, a piece of clothing, or a cute stuffed animal, more often than not he would return back home with something for you. With dates and anniversaries, he put a lot more thought and planning into them than he would care to admit. He looked at them as special days considering his crazy schedule and would treat them as such.

U: Ugly. What would be some bad habits of theirs?

A bad habit of his would be putting himself down a lot. He would sometimes wonder if you deserved someone who was less busy or stayed in one place for a long period of time. On some days, his insecurities would get the best of him and he would grow unintentionally cold, thinking he didn't deserve you and the effort you put into your relationship. After a day or two he would snap out of the passing phase and apologize to you for being distant or dismissive.

V: Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?

Yoongi definitely isn't one to be totally full of himself and obsessed with his apperance but he always made sure to at least be clean. His hygeine is impeccable and skin flawless. Everyone has their bad days with their looks but overall, his outward apperance wouldn't be on the forefront of his mind every day.

W: Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?

Don't get me wrong, Yoongi loved you more than anything, but he also understood that a person is responsible for their own happiness. He has a more mature approach to relationships and knows he cannot be 100% dependant on you and vise versa. It's about support, not complete control.

X: Xtra. An extra headcannon for them.

A few randoms: he is obsessed with making sure you're hydrated and even has bought you cute water bottles. He pretends to hate when you steal his clothes and jokes that he's going to end up naked but he low-key loves seeing you in them. Won't admit it EVER but your scent on his pillowcases and blankets can ease his stress on a bad day. Speaking of smell, he frequently buys you various perfumes. A firm supporter of nose boops. Only to you, though.

Y: Yuck. What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

Don't think Yoongi would be a fan of someone who was one hundred percent dependent or couldn't do anything for themselves. He wants you to be capable of relying on yourself as well. In a partner, he also would hate rudeness. Being rude or mean unprovoked is not something he could get behind, especially with having to keep up a certain image as an idol. He wants someone who knows how to handle situations in a calm and mature manner. Someone with a very short fuse may not be a match for him.

Z: ZZZ. What is a sleep habit of theirs?

Often wakes up curled up in a ball, taking up a tiny portion of the bed. He's not sure how he keeps ending up in this position. He's also an accidental blanket theif. It only happens when he's fast asleep and unaware of his actions but it's not uncommon for you to wake up with very little of the blankets, if any at all. Sleeps in full blown pajamas.

#bts #suga #min yoongi #sfw alphabet #kpop #fluff

[milky-fixx]

kotatsu

things you should/should not do with your volleyball boo throughout the seasons (1/?)

[ WINTER ] ➳ cuddle under the kotatsu 

koushi sugawara x reader // haikyuu! // scenario // 1.k words

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. grinding, thigh-fucking, fluffy, sappy smut

The best part of winter is not, in fact, Suga’s vacation from his teaching obligations, or even your own time off from work—though those are both lovely consequences of the holiday season. But no. You would argue that the best part is definitely the fact that you can whip out the kotatsu. There’s nothing more idyllic than resting under the blanketed tabletop with your lover, its compact heat warming your bodies from the chill seeping through your apartment.

Suga sits at your side, thumbing through a book on teaching strategies and its applications. He’s ever-dedicated to bettering himself in every aspect of his life, even on his break; it’s a quality you admire about him. You have your own book nestled between your hands, but the warmth of the kotatsu admittedly has your eyes slipping shut, the words you read dissipating from your memory before they can stick. Glancing at Suga, you see he’s intently focused on his own studies, his tongue sticking out slightly in his concentration. Your sock-covered foot nudges his under the table, and he looks up, sending you a dazzling smile. 

“Hey there.” He nudges your foot back playfully.

“Hi.”

When he turns back to his reading, the smile is still curving his lips.

Your gaze lingers on it. It’s near impossible now to focus on your book. Not when you have a much more... delightful distraction inches away from you. You sigh, shaking your head of those thoughts. Suga’s trying to concentrate. 

You put your book down, before slumping forwards, debating what to do with a frown on your face. Eventually you decide, falling backwards onto your cushion. Suga catches sight of you splayed out on the ground and laughs.

“Tired?”

“It’s too relaxing here,” you groan out. He grins, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

“You should take a nap,” he suggests.

Your nose wrinkles. “Koushi… you know they make it hard for me to sleep later.”

He hums thoughtfully. “You’re right. But if you’re tired, you should sleep.” 

You yawn, rubbing your eyes. His fingers thread through your hair, stroking in gentle, comforting patterns. You turn to face him, admiring his peaceful visage as he reads. 

Sugawara really is handsome. He doesn’t seem to think so himself, shaking off your compliments and bashfully admitting that he’s “alright.” He’s an understated kind of handsome, you think, not the kind that has people awestruck at the sight of him, but instead... the kind that you can truly appreciate in these moments, when his fingers are massaging your head, lulling you to sleep. When his lips quirk upwards after finally untangling a challenging section of words, as if he’s relishing in the small victory. 

You find everything about him to be ridiculously attractive. Is it possible to fall in love with someone all over again, every day, in the small moments? 

Suga makes you believe so.

He notices you staring after a moment. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah. Hotness,” you say bluntly.

You have the distinct pleasure of seeing red creep to his cheeks. He ducks his head, coughing slightly into his palm. Still when it’s over, you can see the wide, sheepish smile on his face as he murmurs a “thanks.” He clears his throat, his voice gaining volume with his confidence. “But I think between both of us, you’re the one bringing the heat every day.”

“Don’t you mean between the three of us?” you say, patting the tabletop meaningfully. 

He laughs, a joyous sound that seems to expel some of his shyness. “You’re right. How could I forget? The kotatsu is doing a good job, too.”

Your gaze, however, narrows in on the way Suga tugs at the collar of his sweater, at the way his face is flushed with heat that surely must be more than just embarrassment. “Hey Suga?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna bring more heat to the living room?” you ask, lifting your section of the blanket and patting the space next to you.

He tilts his head to the side, as if trying to decipher the intention behind your words. But like all things you request of him, he readily obliges with a smile, even if he is puzzled. He settles into the spot next to you, pressing into your side, before winding an arm around your waist. With his other hand, he holds up his book. 

Little does he know he won’t be needing it. 

The first time you brush your ass against his front, Suga figures it might be a mistake. The space is cramped with the two of you in the same spot, after all, and you seem to be adjusting your body to better fit in his grasp. But then when you persist in rubbing against him, he finds his own concentration waning. 

“Hey… when you asked me to come over here, you had something in mind, didn’t you?” His tone isn’t accusatory, because he already knows the answer. 

“Maybe~” 

Now you’re grinding against his burgeoning arousal, and Suga is finding it even harder to read the words before him. He bites down on his lip, before his lowering his book onto the table.

“Okay,” he says, his voice several shades richer—with intention. “You got my attention. I’m finding it pretty hard to stay focused.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, his arms wrapping around your chest. His erection presses firmly into your backside, a sign of your relentless effect on him. “In fact, I can think of something else I’d rather be doing... or rather... someone else,” he says coyly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he slowly rocks his hips against you.

The friction isn’t enough for either of you, though.

Reaching behind, you tug at the hem of his sweatpants. He aids you, shoving them to his knees before hooking his fingers into your own and dragging them down. It’s a bit tight with the limited space the kotatsu provides, but with a bit of maneuvering the two of you make do. Soon the two of you are grinding against each other without any coverings, just skin on skin. You can’t help but sigh every time you feel the hot, rigid length of him slide against you, and he can’t help but moan when he feels your slick collect on his cock. As the two of you continue lazily rutting, Suga’s hand creeps towards the dip between your thighs. Your hand follows shortly, clasping over his as he fondles you. 

It’s the lazy kind of sex. The kind where neither of your clothes are even fully off, instead trapped against your knees, your undergarments only haphazardly pulled down your legs, just enough for the friction to be pleasurable. But it’s enough. Suga’s grinding turns into short, quick ruts against your thighs, which soon turn into thrusts. He buries his cock between your thighs, thrusts deep enough that it pokes through the other side, nudging his hand pressing against your slit. When it brushes your dripping entrance, you gasp loudly. 

“Can I—?” he breathes out, and you squeeze his hand in response. He prods your entrance, and the first slide of him into you borders painful after the build-up. You cry out his name, and Suga curses at the way your walls grip his arousal tautly. He sets up a leisurely pace, his cock pumping between your cheeks with every thrust, the sounds of your lovemaking producing a light slapping sound. Your hips angle away from him at some point—the feel of his hardness filling you up, the insistent stroking of his fingers too much—but his palm applies pressure on your mound, forcing your hips back down to his. Suga groans your name quietly into your ear. 

You’re sure the heat generated between your bodies must be warmer than the electric heater surrounding you. You nudge your leg between Suga’s, and he grips your hips, arching his back to thrust harder into you.

“Ah... god.” He wants to bury his head between your shoulder blades, feel the way your whole body trembles against him, but he also wants to lean back and admire you like this. Trembling because of his actions, because of how good he’s making you feel. 

It’s a struggle to decide which is a better view, but he settles for resting his chin on your shoulder as his hips slap against yours, his pace growing erratic. 

“Ah… you know...” He grunts. “This is gonna make a big mess.”

“I-It’s too late for that, isn’t it?” you gasp out.

“T-True—” he grits out.

It takes several urgent thrusts into you until Suga’s burying himself as deep inside you as he can. He lets out a strangled groan, his release spilling warmly inside you, trailing down between your thighs. His fingers persist in the patterns they draw against your nub, even as he’s shaking from exertion, until you’re also spiraling with him. The way you clench around him in his oversensitive state has him weakly groaning out your name. The two of you remain in that position, your breaths the only sound in the room, mingling in the lull of the your post-sex highs.

“Love you,” Suga says tiredly after the moment pauses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “That was great.”

"Yeah... it was... something.” 

You squirm. The heat of the kotatsu is quickly the fluids on your legs, making everything uncomfortably crusty.

You clear your throat, making a displeased face. “Maybe we should clean up.”

“I’ll get a washcloth,” Suga offers immediately. He slips out of you, pausing for a moment at the squelching sound the movement produces. He coughs to mask his embarrassment, tugging up his pants swiftly. At your sleepy protests, he places a kiss to the top of your head. “Can’t have you getting cold now.”

You’re thankful for it, because your drowsiness comes back full force, induced by the rigorous activity you just indulged in. You sigh, your eyes slipping shut. Blearily, you register Suga returning, wiping your thighs clean with a mumbled apology when you grumble at being moved. Then he’s pulling your pants up, before sliding next to you and drawing you into his arms. 

Yeah, Suga’s beautiful. Not just in his appearance, but in the things he does for you.

Verdict: Cuddling under the kotatsu? Should do! Just make sure not to leave a mess.

#suga x reader #koushi sugawara x reader #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagine #tati writes #not sfw

[babybearcookie]

Movie Night

this was requested

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i reserve the right to block anyone i think would sexualise it word count: 1,8k !!! this work contains spoilers for the movie Ron's Gone Wrong !!!

“WHAT?!” Jungkook shouted in disbelief, making poor, sensitive Yoongi cover his ears and whimper a bit in surprise over the loud sound coming from the other. Yoongi and Jungkook had gotten into a rhythm of hanging out on the weekend, sometimes regressing together if they had a lot of stress coming on. The two were best friends; they met at the tattoo studio where Yoongi worked as a piercer and manager of the place. He'd seen Jungkook come in multiple times, his friend Taehyung, one of the tattoo artists in the studio, having promised the boy tattoos at a lower rate, and since it looked like the younger was going for having his entire body covered at some point, he gladly took his friend up on that offer. Yoongi’s first real interaction with the boy was when he was coming in for an eyebrow piercing. They got to talking and the talking just never stopped. Even if they didn’t have a lot of things in common, they held a lot of similar values and a huge love for music, though Yoongi showed love for it by making it and Jungkook, by moving his body to it. The more they started hanging out together, the more protective Yoongi felt towards Jungkook, regarding him almost as a little brother, which is why Jungkook found it so funny that when they both regressed together for the first time; Yoongi was the younger in age. 

Jungkook loved being a big sibling to Yoongi when they both were regressed and even when it was only Yoongi who had slipped, he loved guiding the ‘younger’ to new and exciting things, like games, food and especially movies, which is why he was astounded that he hadn’t shown his best friend his all-time favourite movie yet. He immediately went to work on building a pillow fort, which he usually did when he and Yoongi wanted to watch some movies, as the smaller was very prone to sensory overload and therefore couldn’t focus much on a movie if he wasn’t comfortable. It was no sweat for Jungkook; he always loved spoiling his little sibling and wanted to show that he would do whatever Yoongi needed to be comfortable. 

Having made a pillow fort many, many times before, Jungkook was quick to get one set up, having half a mind to keep watch on Yoongi. It wasn’t that Yoongi was that younger than him, Jungkook being around 8 and Yoongi being about 4, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous if the other wasn’t in his field of vision, being the one responsible for him. But Yoongi stayed put where Jungkook had left him, enamoured by how Jungkook was ensuring everything was up to standard for Yoongi. Back in his mind, the adult version of him found it amusing that his best friend was going through all that trouble to not have an overstimulating environment for the movie night just after yelling in his face, overstimulating him. That was of course not something regressed Jungkook had thought about, and not something Yoongi was hung up about, having slipped into somewhat of a trance, watching Jungkook roam around, getting all the necessary things. It helped with regulating the stimulus.

Jungkook, now very gentle, brought Yoongi over to the finished pillow fort and sat him down in the spot that would be most comfortable. “Okay, Yoonie, this is my faaaavourite movie and I really really think you’ll like it. Do you want some snacks for the movie?” he asked as Yoongi got situated. Yoongi, fumbling with his fingers, looked up a Jungkook, who was still standing, ready to fulfil every request that might be coming from the one sitting. Yoongi mumbled out; “fishies, hyungie?” not feeling particularly verbal that day but still above writing out what he wished to say. Jungkook nodded with a wide smile on his face, sprinting off to get the ‘fishies’ aka the goldfish crackers. He was just happy that Yoongi was in a salty mood instead of something sweet because that would have meant using like 15 minutes on washing and cutting up fruit for the smaller. 

Yoongi got himself situated; ears perked as heard the sound of the goldfish crackers being poured into a bowl. He looked around him, suddenly very aware that his stuffed teddy wasn’t in his line of sight. He whimpered, and as if Jungkook had super hearing, he sprinted into the living room and crouched down in front of Yoongi. “Why is Yoonie baby sad?” he pet his friend’s hair, trying his best to comfort him. “Bear!” Yoongi cried out, getting more distressed the longer he was without his stuffed teddy bear. Jungkook whipped his head around, scanning the room to find the plushie, finally spotting a little tuft of brown fur sticking out from underneath the couch. It seemed, that in his hurry to build the pillow fort, he might have pushed the bear out of the way and under the sofa. He quickly got it, dusted it off and handed it over to Yoongi, who immediately hugged it and nuzzled his face into its soft fur. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. He could see that Yoongi was close to tears, and if Yoongi had cried, Jungkook would have cried, and he didn’t like crying when he was the bigger kid.

After getting everything set up and making sure Yoongi was feeling comfortable beside him, Jungkook finally put on the movie, jumping a little where he sat in excitement for his favourite movie. He had seen the movie a million times before, almost to the point where he could recite the entire script by heart along the movie, so while watching the movie, he was also watching Yoongi for reactions to the movie, excited to see if his baby brother also found it as good as he did.

Though, when Ron got introduced to the viewers as well as to Barney Yoongi didn’t like it one bit, hiding himself a bit behind Jungkook, away from the TV screen. Jungkook frowned and hesitated, reaching out for the remote to stop the movie, not liking Yoongi’s facial expressions one bit, but let a sigh out of relief when Yoongi lit up at Ron doing the ‘dikky dikky dakka’ dance not long after, and leaned back, bringing his arm around Yoongi to bring him closer into his body, knowing that it wouldn’t be the last time Yoongi would find the movie a bit scary. Actually, he tried his best to comfort Yoongi, but then came the scene with the bullies at the playground and he couldn’t help but get excited, though, he did his best to hide it as Yoongi definitely didn’t like the scene.

When they came to the scene of the B Bot being crushed, Yoongi whimpered and hid his face in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook held him close and after the scene was over, he pressed pause, deciding to give Yoongi a little breather. He did not like the scene himself when he watched the movie for the first time, and that was even when he was feeling big, so he did his best to comfort Yoongi, holding him tight. “Do you wanna stop watching, Yoonie?” he almost whispered and, it took a beat, but Yoongi shook his head the best he could while being burrowed in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook smiled and patted Yoongi’s head to let him know that he was heard, well, felt.

“Yoonie, can Jungkookie get up? I won’t be long, I promise.” Yoongi let go but not after holding onto the mentally older for a second. Jungkook made sure Yoongi had his teddy and then hurried off to the kitchen, struggling to get on the counter for a second to get to the top cabinets where older Jungkook and Yoongi had put the best snacks, to not make them as tempting for them when they were regressed, but younger Jungkook thought that it was time to bring some of them out. As he opened the cabinet, he was overwhelmed with the scent of all the goodies tucked away, but he reminded himself of having some self-control and not bringing all of them into the living room. His eyes landed on the Honey Butter Chips. He knew that big Jungkook would want to scold his regressed self for taking them, but he reminded himself that it was for Yoongi, even though, even in his younger headspace, he knew that they were expensive compared to other chips.

When he brought them into the living room, Yoongi caught a glimpse of the bag, eyes widening. He waited very patiently (not at all) for Jungkook to sit down and open the bag and immediately dug into the deliciousness that was the honey butter chips. Jungkook started the movie again, happy to see Yoongi content and munching away on the chips, almost not taking any himself, despite the love he had for the snack. Yoongi gave a few very cute reactions throughout the movie as they continued, such as patting Jungkook and saying “frien’ reqwest!” as he had seen Ron do in the movie, which got a giggle from Jungkook, not that Yoongi saw, as he was moving on, doing the same to his teddy, although patting softer than he had Jungkook. Jungkook couldn’t help but coo at Yoongi when he pouted at the scene where Ron uploaded himself. When they were done with the movie, Yoongi was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, bringing Jungkook to help him up and hold his hand as they walked to Yoongi’s bedroom to get him into bed. Jungkook tried his best to tuck Yoongi in but before he could turn to leave, thinking that Yoongi had fallen asleep, the mentally younger tugged on his shirt sleeve. “What is it, Yoonie?” Jungkook asked. “Dark,” was all that Yoongi muttered to him. Jungkook went over to the corner of the room to plug in the little warm light that Yoongi would use as a night light when he needed it, only to be met with a whine and Yoongi pointing his finger downwards. Jungkook happily took the plug to the light out of the socket as he understood what Yoongi was hinting at, plugging it back in, in the socket beside Yoongi’s bed, pushing the light underneath the bed, mimicking the movie they’d just seen. When he was sure everything was good with the light, he crawled back up, giving Yoongi a big, sloppy kiss on his forehead and took his leave. 

When he got outside the door, he looked around the living room at the mess they had made of it, deciding that he was definitely too small for that, and it was a problem for big Yoongi and Jungkook the next day when they woke up, and then promptly turned to his bedroom to call it a night also.

a/n: sorry for it taking so long for me to finally having this written, and for writing all the other requests collecting dust in my inbox, but i'll try my quickest to get to them. also, if you haven't tried Honey Butter Chips, i REALLY recommend them. they might be a bit expensive but they're so good

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[arlaina28]

The Girlfriend Experience Chapter 2 Yoongi's Version

Fandom- BTS Relationship- Yoongi|Suga/Reader Rated- General Warnings- None for this chapter

“Hi.” I reply with a smile of my own.

We shake hands and he rubs his neck in a way that seems to be habit when he’s embarrassed or nervous.

“I’ll show you around.” He says softly, leading the way into the building.

He shows me the main lounge room and the kitchen before leading me upstairs.

“This is your room. Mine is right next door.” He tells me, opening the door to my room.

I look around and see I have a bed that is made up already, a wardrobe and a TV. I put my case inside the room and turn to him. He smiles at me again.

“Is it okay?” He asks, rubbing his neck again.

“Yes, thank you.” I smile back at him.

“We’ve just had breakfast and some of us will be downstairs in the studio, others will be in the dance studio. You can come with me or watch the dancers or be by yourself?” He explains, feet shuffling slightly.

“I’d love to watch you work.” I say excitedly.

“It may be boring. Bring a book.” He chuckles, rubbing his neck again.

“Okay.” I chuckle, grabbing my book from my suitcase.

I follow him downstairs to the living area and downstairs again to a basement studio. There are two other band members there already and they both greet me with grins.

“These are two of my brothers. Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok.” Yoongi introduces me.

I greet them back nervously, wondering how I’m going to remember everyone’s names.

“You can call me RM.” The taller of the three says and I nod gratefully.

“I’m J-Hope.” The other says and I can’t help but grin back at him as his grin is infectious.

  I sit on a sofa that is on one side of the room and start reading my book as the guys get to work. I can’t concentrate on the story though as I keep finding my eyes drawn to Yoongi. He’s so intense and determined while he is working, whether it’s discussing lyrics, writing them down or trying to work on the right sounds to go with them. He looks completely different from the shy, quiet guy who met me at the door.

Hours pass as they work, occasionally having heated debates about certain parts of the song they’re working on. Suddenly, one of the other members pops their head in, declaring that Jin had sent him to get them for lunch.  RM and J-Hope leave at once but Yoongi stays behind. I stay seated, firstly because I’m not expecting that anyone made me anything and secondly because I want to stay with Yoongi. After a few more minutes he sighs and rubs his face tiredly. He stands up and turns, freezing as he sees me.

“You don’t want lunch?” He asks, tilting his head a little.

“I was waiting for you.” I smile, standing up and stretching.

He blinks at me and I see a faint blush spread over his cheeks before a pleased smile grows on his face. He gestures for me to follow him. We walk into the dining room and I hesitate, a little overwhelmed by all the people and noise.

“Finally! I kept food for you two. It’s not healthy to work so much you miss meals.” One states, looking every part the angry Mother.

“That’s the eldest, Jin. He always Mothers us.” J-Hope laughs, making the rest all laugh.

“Yeah, when he’s not doing bad old man jokes.” The one that came and got us for lunch says.

“That’s Tae.” J-Hope says, laughing as Jin looks annoyed.

“Sit here, next to me.” Yoongi says, gently leading me by the wrist to an empty chair.

He sits next to me and serves me up a bit of everything Jin has made. It tastes delicious and Jin grins happily as I tell him so. I’m soon introduced to everyone and I watch as they all laugh and joke with each other. When we’re done it’s decided that the youngest three must wash up and I follow Yoongi back to the studio.

Another few hours pass with me alternating between reading and just watching Yoongi in amazement. When an alarm sounds I jump but everyone else just looks at Yoongi’s phone where the alarm is coming from.

“Cooking time.” Yoongi sighs, standing up.

“Do you want help?” I ask him, standing up.

“I can do it but you can watch if you want?” He says with a small smile.

“I’d love to.” I grin excitedly.

He chuckles and we walk back to the kitchen. I sit on a stool by the counter as he gets to work. It’s amazing to watch him, slicing and chopping as he cooks. Other members wander in and out, looking at what he’s doing and making comments before disappearing again. Jungkook sticks around longer, really seeming to take in everything Yoongi does. Jungkook is then sent to tell  everyone dinner is ready and I help Jimin to set the table.

We eat dinner, the guys all laughing and joking with each other again. I fight the urge to moan as I taste Yoongi’s cooking, it’s so good. I keep feeling like he’s staring at me but when I look at him he’s looking elsewhere. We all eat and then I insist on doing the washing up, feeling like I should do something productive today. Once I’m done I come out and see the guys are all sitting in the lounge, choosing a movie and drinking while eating snacks. Yoongi motions for me to sit between him and the arm of the sofa, handing me some crisps once I’m seated. He offers me a drink but I decline, not wanting to get drunk.

I can’t help but be very aware of his leg resting against mine as we watch the movie. The older members moan that the movie is hard to watch as the younger ones are being to loud which ends up with everyone having a food fight. I laugh but hide behind Yoongi, not wanting to have food or sauce thrown on me. Yoongi is laughing and trying to shield me.

Eventually RM declares it’s bed time as they have an early start tomorrow so we all head to our rooms. Yoongi walks me to my room, rubbing his neck again as I’m standing at my door.

“I’m right next door if you need anything.” Yoongi smiles at me.

“Thank you.” I smile back at him before kissing his cheek.

“G-goodnight.” He stutters and I walk into my room, ready to sleep.

#bts fic #sfw #yoongi x reader #suga x reader

[twinkinspector]

suga teaching your son how to hit a volleyball when he's little!!!!!! i'm gonna cry!!!!

#you have a few laying around the house specifically bc suga wants to teach him so badly #but he's too little #so he just teaches him how to hold it and hit it and get comfy with the ball #sugarot but make it sfw

[derireo-galge]

Between Solstice and Equinox | 1k | yoonmin✍🏼

Witch Yoongi and Shifter Jimin live a happy life and get married during a pagan holiday.

[ established relationship, sfw, happy ending, fluffy ]

• visuals:

Yoongi was about to mix the potion that already started bubbling on a stove when he heard soft clacking sounds behind his back.

- Do you never file your claws, pup?

Next thing he knows: a cold wet nose is pressing to his elbow where his arms are for once free from his long-sleeved robe.

Then his arm gets gently lifted by the big furry head of the wolf who's already trying to get a whiff of the brew on the stove.

- Nose off the cauldron, how many more times-

Yoongi doesn't get to finish what he started saying because there's already a young man in a place of a wolf.

Same wheat-yellow mop of disheveled hair, same adorable nose scrunch and same fading scar on his left cheek, just like in his other form.

- Hyung! It's today! - he exclaims and breaks into a joyous boisterous laughter.

Yoongi sighs and scratches his ear with his pinky bent, careful not touch it with those fingers that were dealing with some ingredients.

- Jimin-ah, - he murmurs almost inaudibly, - please don't sniff the potions. It's not good for your nose and sense of smell.

He keeps talking in a low quiet voice, a bit raspy due to the lack of talking since he started working in his lab early this morning.

- I'm so excited! - the boy nuzzles into his chest while side-hugging the elder. - Have you decided what are you going to wear already? Not black! - The boy quickly added when the witch opened his mouth to speak.

- Fine, - Yoongi snorted, not the tiniest bit phased by his boyfriend's blatant interruption.

- Now let me just finish this before we go anywhere, - he added pointing at the still bubbling potion.

- Okay! - replied Jimin, already running up the stairs, no doubt heading towars

the bedroom to rummage through the witche's closet and make a spectacular mess.

***

The sun already started to set when they walked ourside their like house on the outskirts of the village.

It was still warm, and a pleasant breeze was blowing in their faces, cooling them down.

The villagers weren't that accepting of Jimin at first. Eventually they were totally enamoured with his personality once they got to know him better.

Now he can often be found chopping wood for an old lady across the road or carrying heavy boxes as if they weighed nothing when someone was struggling and Jimin would notice.

As they walked further and further towards the centre of the village, the more lights could be seen.

Almost every house was adorned in them and brightly coloured flags were hanging on and between buildings in the air.

The music, faint at fisrt, grew louder and louder, enticing to come closer.

It seemed like the only thing that held Jimin from running around in circles like an overexcited puppy was Yoongi's hand in his.

The day of Lughnasadh was coming to its end. Now the villagers were gathering around bonfires, singing, dancing and cheering.

Jimin knew that a certain point of the night, any people that would like to try a marriage would come inside the circle and dance together.

This day would be the start of a one year marriage, that would often end up becoming a long and strong one.

Jimin was planning on just boldly inviting Yoongi for the dance, which would mean proposing to him.

So when the time came,the young witch turned around to face his boyfriend and outstretched his hands palms up.

- Jimin-ah, would you dance with me?

The look on the werewolf's face was worth all the gold of the Kingdom.

He didn't expect his hyung beating him to it, his cheeks were prettily dusted with blush and he didn't say a word, just gave the tiniest of nods and okay, maybe Yoongi's heart squeezed just a bit too tight at that moment.

They came inside the circle formed by other villagers, mostly elders and children and waited for the music to start.

As the first notes hit, the couples started moving slowly, swinging and twirling in the centre in a clockwise motion.

Most of the dance was like a blur, there were no thoughts but one that they made yet another step further to each other.

When it was over he looked at Jimin, wishing he had magical powers that could save this moment forever, brew and store it so he can go back to it any time he wanted.

- Oh no, - Jimin said with a big pouty mouth, - I know that look on your face. Thinking about your potions again? Yoongi...

The witch just chuckled and wrapped his arms around his now husband's lean frame.

- I think I'm in love with the stars you have in your eyes right now, little wolf.

Jimin buried his face in his husband's chest thinking how lucky he was to finally find a home in him.

The end.

#bts suga #yoongi #yoonmin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts jimin #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin #ai-ee au

[hysteria-things]

OMG i saw ur bf chris headcannons can u do a matt one now PLS

BF!MATT HEADCANNONS

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: there is a SFW and NSFW section!

SFW!

ACTS👏OF👏SERVICE

holy moly that is this man’s love language. literally adores giving you the princess treatment.

for example, if you notice your shoe is untied he’ll immediately kneel to tie it for you.

once you wouldn’t let him tie it, so he made you untie it so he could do it.

“you want me to… untie my shoe again?”

“yeah?”

doing late-night drives with you is his number one thing, especially when he has anxiety. putting music on low is a must.

loves animals. bonus is your dog/cat.

even if your pet does not want to be smothered he’ll do it anyway.

NSFW!

the first time you guys had sex he saw the bulge in your stomach and freaked the fuck out LMAO

“OH MY GOD WHY IS IT DOING THAT?!?!”

“you’re balls deep inside me, bro.”

“oh right.”

he wants to fuck you slow and sensual really bad, but he can’t help himself most of the time.

matt thrusts softly, moans and pants heard from the two of you. you wanted to take it nice and easy today, and matt respected your wishes. that’s until moments later, his head is in the crook of your neck as he whimpers uncontrollably, the rutting of his hips becoming faster and deeper.

“m-matt—”

“i’m sorry i can’t help it. you feel too good.”

post sex, he says the most insane shit.

“isn’t it crazy that my entire dick can fit inside you?”

“what…”

since there seem to be people around at all times, car sex is the best bet. will admire the way you look on top of him: tits bouncing in his face and all.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[takes1]

p. 3 bratty tsukishima x manager!reader enemies to lovers

notes: genuinely very unsure of what direction to go in after this. if you feel so inclined, hmu and drop suggestions for what to do with the next one either under the post or in the: request box :)

warnings. sfw somehow, but suggestive themes so minors dni

details. sfw / questionable touching / bus ride / leg wrestling / unspoken feelings / change of pace / aggravated tsukki / implied virginity / 1.3k words

🤍 kei series. part one / part two / part four / FINAL PART / reply and get added to the taglist to get notifs for the next one!

more links. my ao3, my mha stuff haikyuu collection

Your eyes adjusted for a moment at the shift in brightness. That gaunt, gangly son of a bitch was backlit by the bus lights and towered over you in the center aisle.

"Move over," He muttered, blunt and singularly unhappy.

With an anguished scan of the rest of the packed bus over your seat, it was clear that there was no other option. You didn't have the luxury of time to think of a better solution than to haul yourself up and slump into the window seat.

"Oh my god." Fell from your lips in a tiny, defeated groan.

Your desolate sighs as you both sat down were nearly identical to one another. The bus started moving. This would be your harsh reality for the next two hours.

After a moment of trying to mess with his new seat, he pressed his hips as far back as they could go and still had one knee out of the aisle -unable to fit behind the chair in front of him- and one clacked against yours.

His size pissed you off. Common sense reminded you that it wasn't his fault, but so often did he make it your problem that it was nearly automatic to become enraged as soon as he inconvenienced you.

With an annoyed huff, you pushed his leg back out of your space with your own.

Narrowed eyes pierced to your direction, but you were already staring out of the window. The parking lot would soon be far away.

He forced his thigh back open, further into your side this time, and matched your infuriated gaze with a signature smirk.

The bus jolted to a stop and it gave you the momentum you needed to return the same proportion of strength. His knee caught on the fabric of the forward seat.

You both stared at each other with the same fierce intensity.

It was a silent, concentrated, but inevitably short struggle for leg space as soon as the bus started moving again.

Of course Tsukishima had you squished against the cold, metal lining of the wall in the end. He wasn't just skinny- this bleak reminder rang in your mind as you gave him one last nasty look over your shoulder. 

He wore a pleased expression. Soft, proud smile and a look that told you, "Nice try."

Right on the heels of his latest ordeal, this seemed all too calculated to you.

Just at the last practice, he made some snotty remark and, to your delight, was overheard by Coach Ukai. Instead of punishing Tsukishima himself, he let you do it. One lap of diving drills shut him up quickly but left him extremely standoffish (somehow more than usual) until now. If he even caught you giving him a passing glance, it was like he radiated a nuclear field of animosity.

The only saving grace from this otherworldly arrogance was that fact that it was still dark outside, and you both wanted sleep. If the sun wasn't even up, how could you keep the motivation to care?

So it faded after ten minutes. He had his eyes closed, arms crossed, but you weren't foolish enough to think him asleep just yet.

You loosened up a bit and reached to the floor for your bag, where your earbuds were-- but it wasn't there.

It was still on the floor under his legs. You sat back up, crushed, but kept watching him to see if there was a chance you could retrieve it in peace.

He wasn't moving. He hadn't for a while, now. Besides, what was he gonna do anyway? Not let you get your bag? Coach Ukai was sitting in front of you; Daichi and Suga were behind you.

So without warning, you carefully reached across his bulky thigh and stretched to grab for your bag on the floor, closer to the aisle.

The journey was more difficult than you thought.

It was like a giant bar you had to push your torso over- and even then it wasn't stable with the bus moving, so you had to use a hand on his upper thigh to steady yourself.

And: even though he was relaxed, it didn't have any give. So when your weight shifted onto your chest, it stung.

Still, the attempt was successful and you dropped back into your seat once more.

While you reached for the pocket your earbuds resided in, you spared a peek in his direction. The sight brought out an uncontrollable chuckle.

His arms were no longer comfortably crossed, but raised up to his chest individually, and his hands were splayed in a natural off-guard response. You caught him just in time to watch him close his mouth into a tight line, though it showed the same amount of emotion an open one would have- and his eyes were wide, somewhat worried, as what was evident to be a million thoughts racing through his head.

It was profoundly clear to you then that he had never known the touch of a woman.

"Wow," You laughed, though it was hardly louder than your whisper, "Relax."

His cover-up was awkward and rushed. "You could've just asked me to get it."

He faced away from you, arms crossing once more, but his shoulders were raised and he even moved his leg further towards himself.

As surprised as you were that you found this reaction to be so endearing, maybe even cute, you were more surprised that you wanted to keep eliciting it from him. The embarrassment made him redeemable, in some way.

"Why is it such a big deal?" You grinned, putting in your earbuds.

It was too often that this was the other way around. He couldn't exactly handle what he dished out, and that piqued your interest.

His head whipped around to deliver a merciless look, but when he landed on your small, intrigued smile, he found that he didn't have the strength.

His face twitched with effort for a moment. No shitty remark? No scowl for you? Not even a frown?

He turned to the aisle and by the time he came up with an answer, you were already starting to fall asleep against the window.

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[saturnzskyzz]

・Massaging a discovery・

Lee: Namjoon

Ler: Bts

Summary:

Jungkook gives Namjoon a foot massage after noticing how much pain he was in from walking back to their hotel room.

Warnings:

| never done a foot tkl fanfic before so uh, be respectful. This is not a fetish post | tickling |

This idea was from an Anon from this <- post

I would also like to say that any further concepts, ideas, or pairings will be drabbles, which are short fanfics, due to the lack of me keeping up with longer projects that are currently sitting in my drafts.

Don't worry though! You can request a longer fanfic from me; just let me know with your idea or pairing so it doesn't accidentally turn up as a drabble!

Enjoy!

·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•

The members were peacefully chilling in the hotel room that they booked in for. They just got done with a live concert that had them utterly exhausted, but nonetheless were proud of themselves for putting in so much effort to make Army happy.

After some time had passed, Hoseok and Yoongi decided they wanted to go down to where the drinks are, leaving the rest in the room.

"Hey, Namjoon? You looked like your feet were hurting when walking to our room, do you need a massage?" Jungkook asked softly. He knows how stressed Namjoon gets after these concerts; concerning how well he tries to hide his physical pain from using all of his stamina on stage worries the other members frequently, and Jungkook had enough of it. He was wanting to help his hyung in any way he could.

"Uhm.. Are you sure? You don't have to. I was most likely going to sleep it off." Namjoon said carefully. Due to the amount of stress he was in, he tried not to sound mad at Jungkook for a simple question due to mostly being tired ready.

"Yeah, I'm sure Hyung! You seem like you're in pain, so I just wanted to help." Jungkook reassured Namjoon. He then begun to walk up to the leader.

"If you insist.. Thank you, Jungkook-ahh." Namjoon weakly said. He went over to one of the beds and sat comfortably on it, handing Jungkook one of his socked feet.

"If I go too rough where it starts to have you in more pain then let me know, Hyung!" Jungkook said, gently grabbing the foot that was gifted to him. He sat on the floor so he was leveled evenly with the bed.

Namjoon just nodded his head slightly to Jungkook's request, and then pulled out his phone to distract himself from possibly zoning out later on in the massage.

Jungkook was careful with Namjoon. Although he was the one who asked if he wanted a massage, he still felt like there was a tiny bit of hesitation from Namjoon's voice. He wondered what that could of meant.

﹏﹏﹏

Time went on as the massage was happening. That was when Hoseok and Yoongi came back in time with seven drinks for all of them.

"I'm still mad that they didn't have Sprite.. All they had was flavored water, or other soda's." Hoseok said with a dramatic pout.

"It's fine, Hoseok. We can probably get sprite on the ride back to our studio." Jimin said, giving Hoseok a reassuring pat to the back.

"You guys didn't have to get me anything. I was going to go straight to bed after Jungkook was done massaging my feet." Namjoon said. He turned his head to Yoongi who was passing out drinks to everyone with a blank face.

"The golden Maknae giving our leader a massage? I'm quite surprised." Yoongi said, giving Jungkook his drink.

"What do you mean? I'm a master at giving massages!" Jungkook said. That was when he carefully massaged The sole of Namjoon's foot that caused quite a reaction from said leader. He managed to have Namjoon flintch his captive foot back a little on instinct.

"Woah, Namjoon.. You okay?" Jungkook stopped his working hands and looked up at Namjoon with a concerning look.

This also caused a look from Yoongi who was then setting Namjoon's drink on a dresser closest to the bed that he was sitting at.

"Uh.. N-no, you're good." Was all Namjoon could say before trying to come up with an excuse. He heard Yoongi scoff at that. Although Yoongi didn't say anything, he still knew what Yoongi had thought of the situation.

"You sure? I can stop if it's hurting you too much."

"No, you can keep going if you want, you just.. surprised me was all." Namjoon then looked away from Jungkook's gaze, not knowing where to look now that this reaction made him awkward.

"If you insist, Hyung!" Jungkook said, and went back to massaging his sole.

Namjoon was prepared this time, and fought back the flintch that was wanting to let loose now that Jungkook was focusing on his sole more. It's not that Jungkook was wanting to target that spot specifically, but it was because he thought that was where the pain was resignating the most since he caused his foot to flinch like that.

﹏﹏﹏

Some more time went on. Jungkook finally ceased the foot that he was massaging, and went for the other one. Surely It can't be worse than the first one he massaged, right?

While Namjoon desperately tried to suppress any reaction to Jungkook's skilled hands: Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung were fast asleep, while Hoseok and Yoongi were still up. They were paying attention to whatever was casted on their phones; same goes for Namjoon who was also paying attention to what was on his phone, but he was also getting tired by how well Jungkook was massaging his foot.

It was then when Jungkook went for his sole that caused another flinch, but this time, Namjoon was too tired to hold in a giggle that escaped his throat.

"Namjoon.. Are you sure you're okay? Everytime I press on your soles, you seem to flinch. And this time you.. Giggled, was it?" Jungkook said with a slight smirk. He kind of knew what was going on, but was wanting to drag it on.

".. Uhm... N-no, I'm fine.. I wasn't expecting the touch." Namjoon said awkwardly.

This caused Hoseok and Yoongi to look up at the scene that unfolded before them out of curiosity.

"Are you sure you're not just ticklish, Hyung? It's okay to be ticklish on your feet." Jungkook decided to break the barrier and just go for the question. He then emphasized his statement with a few pokes to Namjoon's sole.

"N-noho.. I'm not ticklish, Jungkook-ahh. Something on my phone just made me laugh." Namjoon tried to lie his way through the embarrassment. He saw the way that Hoseok and Yoongi were looking at him; they were wanting him to keep going, to cause more of a reaction.

"If you say so!" Jungkook said, and continued to "massage" his feet, which caused Namjoon to muffle a few giggles that were desperately wanting to escape.

Hoseok got an idea and started to rise up from where he was sat, and moved to sit next to Namjoon. He placed one arm over his shoulder, and shook his body from side to side a little to get him annoyed rather than to have him question in annoyance on why he decided to sit next to him.

Yoongi did so as well, now catching on that Jungkook wasn't going to let up on what he just found with Namjoon. He sat on the other side, but kept his hands to himself.

"What? are you guys wanting a massage too?" Jungkook said, pressing harder on Namjoon's sole, earning a gasp and a chuckle from his hyung.

"Nah, we just came over here because the bed was more comfortable than the couch. Please, do continue the massage. Don't let us distract your onslaught." Yoongi said with a playful tone in his voice. He leaned back on his elbows, motioning Hoseok to do the same so he can discuss what they should do now that they're sitting next to Jungkook's victim.

"Wow, Namjoon. You sure are finding a lot of funny content on your phone to be giggling this much!" Jungkook said, looking at Namjoon's who was now trying to cover his face with his phone without it becoming too obvious.

"Y-yuhuhup.. Juhuhust ohon a meheme hashtag-!" Namjoon said quietly, also trying to not wake up the rest who were peacefully sleeping.

"You know Hoseok, statistics state matter of factly that people are proned to be more ticklish on their feet than anywhere else on their body, did you know that?" Yoongi blurted out all of a sudden.

This made Namjoon's face turn into a light shade of pink due to embarrassment.

"Wow, Yoongi! I never realised that. I mean, I know people are ticklish on their feet, but I never knew that it's more common to be ticklish there than anywhere else on there body. Did you know that Jungkook?" Hoseok asked, trying to sound clueless to the obvious.

"I didn't know that either! At least Namjoon isn't ticklish on his feet since I'm the one giving him a massage, right hyung?" Jungkook said giving him a few pokes on his foot.

"R-rihihight, Jungkook.. Tohohotally truhue on that one!" Namjoon stumbled on his words, trying to sound like he was laughing at what was on his phone once again.

"You know, Jungkook. Massages don't typically set off people's nervous system unless they are thinking about how much a massage would tickle, or if they genuinely know that the one who massages them are doing it on purpose to make them laugh. Why don't you try it on Namjoon?" Yoongi said with a smirk.

"Uhuhm.. Noho, let's not! I'him already not tihihicklish.. And I'm getting prehetty tired Soho.. I think it's time for me to goho to bed!" Namjoon tried to excuse his way out of this torturous situation.

"Now, hold on Hyung! I think what Yoongi said was a great idea!" Jungkook said, now holding his foot with a firm grip.

"Surely this wouldn't affect you if you were ticklish!" Jungkook then scribbled his fingers on Namjoons sole, earning a gasp and a few giggles that were soon muffled into the leaders hand.

"Wow, that was a change in demeanor." Yoongi said, lifting up one of his hands to poke at Namjoon's side.

Namjoon flinched by Yoongi's touch, now being aware as to why hoseok and Yoongi sat next to him all along.

"Juhuhngkook, stohohop.. I-ihi'm nohot ticklish!" Namjoon said into his hand, fully neglecting his phone that was placed next to him on the bed, and used his other hand to also cover his mouth.

"Really, Hyung? Because I beg to differ." Jungkook then digged a single finger in the middle of his foot, and twisted it to cause a bigger reaction from his leader.

"AAH!- Juhuhunkoook, stahahahp! Ohoho myhyhy gOHOHohod!" Namjoon said, curling in on himself the best that could when his foot was currently being attacked by the Maknae of the group.

"Wow, Namjoon. As someone who claims to not be ticklish, you are really laughing up a storm there." Hoseok said, lifting up one of his hands to join in on poking at his side with Yoongi.

Namjoon ditched the plan of covering his mouth and tried to grab at Yoongi's and Hoseok's hands, but there were only so much that he could do when both members were laying back and away from Namjoon's peripheral's. The tickling from both his foot and his sides caused him to lay back, crossing his arms to protect his sides weakly, and tilted his head back.

Jungkook decided he got bored of the foot that he had, and went for the other one, but he scribbled right under his toes this time, causing Namjoon to squeal embarrassingly, from what Namjoon thought.

"AAH-! Ohohokay, ohohokay! Yohohou gohOHOHohot mehehe! Ihihi'mhm tihihicklish! Lehehet mehehe gohoho!" Namjoon said, defeated. He couldn't take it anymore, the attack on his foot was making him go insane.

This was when Yoongi and Hoseok glared at each other, and silently agreed to go for Namjoon's neck before letting him up.

"Ahahahehe! Stahahahp, stahp! Plehehehahase!" Namjoon was in ticklish agony. He scrunched up his shoulders and lifted up his hands to try and block out the offending hands that went for his neck and collarbone area.

"Guys!" A member could be heard from the other bed with an annoyed tone in their voice. They all collectively turned their heads over to where they heard the voice.

Everyone had also stopped from what they were doing, but they still had their hands on Namjoon to keep him from getting up. This had the leader tense up, still giggling up a storm from their earlier onslaught.

"I get it, our leader has the cutest and most contagious laughter and smile, but I'm trying to sleep, guy's! And so are the others. Go to bed!" Seokjin said, turning around and dragging the blanket that was covering him with. A pink hue started to creep up on Namjoon by the oldest's comment.

That was when jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok let go of Namjoon to let him breath and calm down.

"Is your feet feeling better, hyung?" jungkook said in a kind of apologetic manner. He looked up at Namjoon, looking as innocent as ever like he didn't just tickle him to death.

"Aha little bihit.. Buhut don't doho that again!" Namjoon said, lightly kicking Jungkook which caused the youngest to loose his balance on the floor.

"Now then, I'm going to bed you three! Goodnihight." Namjoon chuckled, and placed his phone on the night stand next to his drink, and layed down to peacefully go to sleep.

Hoseok got up to lay on the cough, but Yoongi suggested for him to sleep on the bed with Namjoon and Jungkook. He silently agreed and went over to the bed where Jungkook was fixing to lay on as well.

They all peacefully slept for tomorrow that awaited them more chaos.

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[romes-are-rosie]

Little Tear

(3.2k words)

Yoongi was never rough with his toys. He was such a gentle person through and through that it naturally translated into his regressed headspace. He’d never once thrown, kicked, or smashed a toy. He treated all his toys with lots of care since they were all so precious to him.

His favorite toy was his Mang plush. After having the plush for so long, it was bound to get dirty. So only a few months into their little space endeavors, they had to start washing Mang every once in a while. Soon enough it became routine to throw the stuffed animal in with the delicates and move along. Each time they made sure everything was okay with the plush; no stitches undone or snagging.

Today it was Yoongi's turn to do the laundry and he'd been on edge for a few days, unable to slip.

~ Yoongi, frustrated, carelessly throws his beloved Mang plush in the wash.

~

*This is part of an ongoing series of mine: Little Yoongi and his 6 caregivers so here's the link to the series if you want to read.

Link to Little Tear

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[teamatsumu]

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OIKAWA TOORU:

⦿ GOOD ENOUGH ➡ soulmate AU, angst, self-deprecation

MIYA ATSUMU:

⦿ PRAISE ➡ fluff, swearing, suggestive content

⦿ ONE DAY ➡ post-break up, nsfw, slight angst

⦿ WRONG TWIN? ➡ fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst

⦿ NECK KISSES ➡ short drabble, smut

MIYA OSAMU:

⦿ WAS I MEANT TO LOVE YOU? ➡ soulmate au, angst, multipart series

SUNA RINTAROU:

⦿ KEPT ME WAITING ➡ a/b/o dynamics, smut, slight angst

KUROO TETSUROU:

⦿ PROOF ➡ chubby!reader, smut, office sex

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

⦿ HIS FORM OF LOVE ➡ smut, established relationship, pwp

⦿ COMPRESSION ➡ fluff, humor, manager!reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

⦿ CRUSH ➡ fluff, set in high school

⦿ APEX ➡ a/b/o dynamics, sfw, fluff

SUGAWARA KOUSHI:

⦿ JEALOUS ➡ fluff, possessive!suga

IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

⦿ WORSHIP ➡ smut, iwaizumi loves reader’s ass

AONE TAKANOBU:

⦿ GENTLE ➡ fluff, high school setting

MULTIPLE X READER:

⦿ ALL EYES ON YOU ➡ (seijoh 4 x reader) smut, voyeurism

HEADCANONS:

⦿ TYPES OF BOYFRIENDS ➡ fluff, smut, nsfw, swearing

⦿ DRUNKEN KISSES ➡ fluff, mentions of alcohol

⦿ WHAT THEY ARE LIKE ON FLIGHTS ➡ fluff

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[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would��ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better. 

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes. 

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off. 

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you? 

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that. 

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit. 

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed. 

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?” 

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.” 

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?” 

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.” 

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room. 

“Who’re you?” he asked. 

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.” 

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response. 

“What’s been going on, man?” 

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.” 

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.” 

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“ 

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?” 

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?” 

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?” 

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently. 

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?” 

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father. 

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?” 

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded. 

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces. 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command. 

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding. 

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?” 

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?” 

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-” 

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest. 

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed. 

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.” 

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay." 

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.” 

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” 

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.” 

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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[pillow-anime-talk]

bubbly s/o.

request: can you do koshi sugawara, tsutomu goshiki and toru oikawa with a cheerful and bubbly s/o very similar to cat valentine from victorious/sam&cat, but thats it, take care.... 

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; fluff; a bit of crack too; bubbly!reader; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. tsutomu goshiki, koshi sugawara & tooru oikawa {hq!!}

— TSUTOMU

↘ Goshiki, just like you, is a real sun-kissed person and he loves the way you are, your everyday behaviors, all your little and big quirks and every joke you tell in his direction. You both get along really well and a lot of people see a lot of similarity in you (you two often notice it too!).

↘ You talk a lot and spend a lot of time together, so Tsutomu – unlike others – doesn’t see anything weird or goofy about your behavior. On the contrary. He always considers your happy aura and laughing mouth an asset and a reason to be happy.

↘ Although the dark-haired volleyball player loves spending time with his teammates, loves talking to them or doing short trainings and long sparring matches, he feels definitely the best, safest with you and feels that you of all people in the world understand him best and you will never judge him negatively.

↘ Of course, it works the other way around as well – when others only see you as foolish and down-to-earth one, Tsutomu thinks you’re the cutest sheep he’s ever met.

— KOUSHI

↘ Koushi is a fairly peaceful guy who very often calms people down, feels responsible for them all, and spends a lot of time having serious conversations with his loved ones. In most cases, he is your definite opposite, although he can also drop a dry joke or make a silly face in the presence of strangers.

↘ The blond teen often feels responsible for you, but he doesn’t mind. 

↘ You’ve been dating for so long that Suga has gotten used to your all antics, your mind wandering, your staring at one place for a long time, or sudden changes of topic.

↘ While many people would certainly be annoyed by such an approach to other people and the world, it doesn’t really matter to Koushi. 

↘ You are who you are and he will not allow anyone to change your behavior and the way you are.

↘ If he loved you the day you were wearing two different shoes, he will love you forever and that will never change.

— TOORU

↘ Oikawa is usually professional and focused on his goals. He thinks a lot, calculates, is alert and attentive, and also spends a lot of time on his passion and improving his skills. But that’s when he’s among teammates or family. He’s completely different with you.

↘ Your bright and cheerful personality always makes him smile broadly and want to squeeze your cheeks. You are a refuge for him and a person with whom he can rest and throw off his captain’s mask. 

↘ You do a lot of things together; you play video games, you spend a lot of time talking over board games, and you plan the future together, often intertwined with stupid but not impossible ideas.

↘ Thanks to you, Tooru’s life is definitely more colorful than before.

↘ Although sometimes you will say something incomprehensible or strange, it does not discourage the boy from you – quite the opposite. He likes to hear your point of view, even if he has a different one.

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