Do You Even Like Me?

“Do you even like me?”

(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader 

Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff

Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much

Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?

Word count: 678

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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.

"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.

"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."

"I know but you seem to only..."

"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.

"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.

"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.

"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.

"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.

"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.

"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.

"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.

"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.

Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.

You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.

Ice cream man

Jungkook x single mother and childhood friend reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (?)

Summary: Your little daughter can give you so much trouble sometimes, especially since you're a single mother. But, after many years you meet with your friend Jungkook, who wants to support you and your daughter in the way her father didn't.

Word count: 1.1k (1129)

“Jihyo, please don’t run away from mommy.” I whined and trailed behind my 5 year old child.

“But mommy, the ice cream will leave!” She chanted and started tugging on my arm. 

“No, baby, the ice cream parlor stays there, walk slower, please, I’m getting old.” I promised her I would get her ice cream, if she didn’t bite any kids at kindergarten, so I had to keep my promise and take her to the ice cream parlor that’s close to my small apartment.

Being a mother at 23 is hard. Being a single mother at 23, is even harder. But no struggle compares to her little giggles and her smile.

“Mom, come on, quickly!” She ran inside, the woman behind the counter smiled at her. “I want ice cream!” Jihyo said loudly.

“What flavor do you want, sweetie?” The woman looked at her and then at me. After asking for our favorites, we waited for the woman to finish and I pulled out my wallet to pay for the ice cream. 

“Your sister is really cute.” The woman said and handed me the two cones.“Thank you, but she’s my daughter.” I replied with a small smirk. 

Every time. They think she’s my sister and when I tell them that she’s my daughter, they stare at me shocked. 

“But you look really young, like, early twenties?” The woman said with a confused voice and handed me the receipt. “Because I am.” I replied, took Jihyo’s hand and turned to leave, Jihyo yelling goodbyes to the lady.

On our way back to my small apartment, Jihyo, once again overly excited, started walking faster than me. At one point, she turned to say something to me, but in the process, stumbled on a man, the ice cream going all over his tight pants. FUCK! I hope he’s not a weirdo.

“Oh, be careful, little one.” He said in a calm voice. He kneeled down, his face being the same level as Jihyo now. “I’m sorry for your ice cream, do you want me to get you another one?” He whispered at Jihyo, who was now pouting. Just pouting. Thank god my child isn’t one of those who throw tantrums.

The man raised his head to look at me and I suddenly felt my stomach tight. “(Y/n)?” “Jungkook?” “Oh my god, is it really you?” He said and slowly stood. He extended his hand to Jihyo, who held it. “Is that..?” He trailed off and looked at Jihyo who now had a confused look on her face. 

“Mommy, is this mister a stranger?” She asked letting go of Jungkook’s hand and hiding behind me. “No, Jihyo, I’m mommy’s friend.” He said once again kneeling. “I know your mommy since I was your age. But I work a lot and haven’t seen her since you were a baby.”

“But I am baby” She giggled and hugged Jungkook’s leg. “I’m sorry for your pants .” She apologized and I felt so proud of my little baby. “It’s okay. Now, shall I go buy you another ice cream?” He said and I cut him off saying that he didn’t have to, but he insisted. He got her the same and got one for himself and we all sat down on a bench, eating and happily chatting. 

“Thank you ice cream man!” Jihyo turned to Jungkook, who giggled.

 Jungkook and I soon finished our ice cream and he walked over to the bin and threw the paper towels and sat down next to Jihyo again.

 He raised his head to look at me, and our eyes met. He has grown up now, he looked really great, but a little tired. “I missed you.” He whispered. “Me too.” I replied. Jungkook has been so busy all these years. We actually lost contact soon after I gave birth to Jihyo. 

The first person that held her was him. The photo my mom took is still in my room. He supported me during my pregnancy, even if he isn’t her father.

“Do you get anyone’s help, sometimes?” he asked in English and I got exactly what he wanted to say.“No.” I simply replied. 

No, I don’t have anyone, because who would date a 23 year old with a child? 

Jungkook nodded. But he had a small smile on his face. It would either be for Jihyo who now widened her eyes and turned to him, or because of what I said to him.

“What is your name?” Jihyo asked remembering that she hadn’t introduced herself the way she does. “My name is Jungkook, but I know your name.” He said and Jihyo pouted. “No! Ask me for my name!” she whined. “Fine, what is your name?” Jungkook said with a baby voice. 

“One, two, three, A, B, C, my name is Jihyo you see!” Jihyo jumped the way her favorite cartoon character did and sent a flying kiss to Jungkook. She, her father and their fucking flying kisses.

Jungkook smiled the whole time during her introduction and giggled at the end. “One, two and three, A, B and C, my name is Jungkook you see!” He imitated her. “Noo! It’s not right!” She whined. I kept looking at them interacting, a smile spread on my face. I missed him so much.

 After a while, Jungkook, pulled out his phone, to take silly selfies with the little one, but once he saw the time his eyes widened, but he quickly covered it and turned to me. 

“I don’t have the same phone number, because I lost my phone and all the contacts. Please give me your phone number.” He said and handed me his phone. I put my number in his phone, leaving the contact name blank, and handed it to him. He put a “<3” only and quickly snapped a photo of me to use it for my contact.

 “Thank you. Jihyo, Jungkook has to leave, but I will see you again really soon, okay?” He said and she nodded. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He lowered her down and turned to me, his arms wide open. He embraced me and buried his head in my neck. 

“I will not disappear again. Ever. I’ll be here for you.” He whispered and squeezed me tight.  He pulled away from the hug and turned to the both of us. 

“Goodbye, beautiful ladies. I’ll see you soon!” He smiled and winked at Jihyo, who was now blushing and hiding behind me. He walked away and I took a look at Jihyo’s blushing face and held her hand.

 “Mommy, mister Jungkook is really funny. I really like him!” She squealed and jumped. “Me too.” I whispered and we both walked to the direction of my apartment.

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I couldn’t find a normal pic or gif I’m sorry 

Forbidden love pt2

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 810

You could listen to this while reading. (I’ll tell you when to begin) i just wanted to make it more dramatic hehe 

Pt1 here

After the shock I experienced when I locked eyes with the mysterious creature, I was reminded of my current state. Helpless, alone, in a forest, at night. What could I possibly do to, at least, survive the night? I climbed up a tree, using every rock and fallen branch I could find, to step on. I got on a big enough branch and sat. Well, this is all I can do. I tried to get some sleep, but the constant sounds around me kept me alarmed. 

  Unlucky me, didn’t know, that my husband had followed me, until he saw the creature and me lock eyes. That was when he left, realizing he could use all this against me. He, the same night, visited the castle, and to inform the king. Kwangsoo was a lucky bastard, because his childhood friend, Daejung, inherited the throne of his ill father, just a month after our wedding. So he practically didn’t have to do anything but to exaggerate, while explaining to him what happened.

And my luck was still absent, because it wasn’t even an hour after the sun had risen, when I heard voices from under the branch I was sitting. I was in a state of being half asleep, when I realized that the voices were threatening me.

“Get down from the tree, before we come up there.” Kwangsoo’s voice filled my ears. My eyes widened at the picture in front of me. Kwangsoo and five… soldiers? They were armed men in armors, so they were probably part of the king’s army. And at that moment I realized I was doomed.

The men started kicking on the tree to make it move. I had no choice but to get down. The men gathered around me, two of them grabbed each of my arms and the others walked around us, in case I tried to escape.

I was taken to the castle. My hands are tied. Literally. I was put down, sitting on my knees, in front of the king’s throne. Soldiers and maids all around me, Kwangsoo smirking in a corner.

Daejung had a look of disgust written across his face. He ‘tsk’ed out loud, shaking his head from right to left.

“Bring her to the guillotine.” He simply ordered. What?

The men grabbed me again and escorted me out quickly. I was placed in front of the guillotine, in the middle of the village’s central square. The king’s voice was loud behind me.

“Her decapitation will take place on sunset.” He simply stated and walked away with his men. Kwangsoo stayed behind. He placed his hand on my cheek, still smirking.

“And you thought you could run away, you cheating bitch.” He slapped me and walked away chuckling.

(You can begin listening to the song)

As the sun started setting, a lot of people started gathering around me. They were gossiping, everyone on my husband’s side. I never got the chance to even explain myself to anyone.

An ear ripping screech was heard from behind the crowd that had formed. My mother.

She pushed from between the people. As soon as her eyes met mine, she stopped. She took steps back. As people started questioning her about me, she turned to me with a cold glare and the words I heard, hit me harder than anything could.

“I don’t recognize this person. I never had a child. That girl is not my daughter.” She exclaimed and people apologized and let her go. She too steps back, but stayed to watch my decapitation unfold.

The king arrived, along with my husband and a few of his soldiers.

“You have one minute left.” A soldier said.

Revenge.

“Hi mom! Yeah you! Stop pretending you can’t hear m-” I was cut off mid-sentence by a hand covering my mouth.

“Did I say you could speak?” I glared at the soldier and licked his hand and he pulled it away, cringing.

“It’s time.” The king spoke up and moved closer.

“Kwangsoo, will you have the honor?” He pointed at the guillotine and my husband hesitated, before taking a step to the front.

“With pleasure.” He replied and held the rope.

“Let’s all count down, shall we?” The king turned to the crowd.

“3”

I took a breath in. Memories of Taehyung and I filled my thoughts. The first time I met him, the afternoons he spent over at my house, getting along with my family, his 18th birthday.

“2”

Why did he leave me?

“1”

And right before Kwangsoo let the rope go from his hands, a scream was heard from a person from the crowd.

“The demon!” the woman screamed, before fainting.

I turned my head to my left, where she was pointing.

I was faced with something I wasn’t expecting.

A creature with huge wings staring right at the king with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened.

Taehyung.

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Pt3

It was like fate

Warning: None, just feels

Genre: Angst (?) and a lil fluff (?)

yoongi x reader but they’re not dating 

Summary: Yoongi's day couldn't seem to stop getting worse and worse. However, he got to meet you, a kind and understanding stranger and suddenly his day didn't seem to be so bad after all.

A/N: i mean, shouldn’t we all prefer to be best friends with BTS, instead of being their girl/boyfriends?

Word count: 932

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2015

Yoongi’s day was supposed to go as usual. He would wake up, go to work, work until really late, go back home, sleep and then all over again.

Though, it wasn’t exactly how things went for him.

First, he spilled his coffee all over him on his way to work, his white shirt having a big dark brown spot on it.

Then, his computer got a virus and he almost lost everything, including the latest album they were preparing so hard with his members.

Later, a speaker in their practice room somehow caught fire, ruining the mirror, filling the whole room with smoke.

And as if he thought it couldn’t go worse, he lost the last bus, so he had to walk home at 3 AM. He walked quickly, passing the empty streets without looking for cars, knowing nobody would be driving this late.

But, to his terrible luck, as he was passing a small street, a big car appeared from his left.

Yoongi’s memories from the car accident he was in before his debut, filled his mind, making him paralyzed on that spot. He stood there watching the car come closer, not even moving an inch to avoid it.

The driver hit the brakes as hard as they could, stopping right in front of Yoongi, but not hitting him.

Yoongi fell to the ground, trying not to think about his past, but his demons were still there. He started breathing hard, he knew he was safe, but his mind kept replaying the images of his past. He could still feel the terrible pain on his shoulder.

The unknown driver quickly came out of the car and kneeled next to undamaged Yoongi.

“Sir, are you okay? Did I hit you? Oh my god, should I take you to a hospital?” The woman asked, but received no response other than groans of pain.

“Sir? Oh my god. I’m so stupid.” She said getting up and pulling out her phone, but before she could call, Yoongi’s hand grabbed her ankle gently.

“You didn’t hit me.” He groaned out. “Please help me up.” He looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman hesitated, but put her phone in her pocket and offered her hand to him.

Yoongi got up, and leaned on the unknown woman’s car, to support himself.

“I’m really sorry, sir, I was going too fast, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake and out in the streets this late.” The woman apologized and Yoongi turned his head slowly to look at her. Her worried expression was genuine, a small smile forming on Yoongi’s face.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry I made you worried, but I’m fine, you can go.” Yoongi replied and woman shook her head.

“No, are you sure you don’t need to be taken to a hospital? You seem hurt. Is your shoulder okay?” She said and touched his shoulder, making Yoongi wince from the sudden contact.

“I was hurt in the past, another car accident, but I’m not hurt now, please don’t worry about me.” Yoongi explained, looking anywhere but the young woman.

“It was scary right?” She said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes. Really. I thought I lost everything then.” Yoongi said, not even knowing why he opened up to a stranger but something was telling him to do so.

The woman offered him to go to a 24 hour café she knew was somewhere near, because her friend was working there, Yoongi agreed and got in the car with the woman.

“It seems like your day was terrible today.” She pointed out, while driving, leaving Yoongi confused.

“How do you…?” He trailed off, staring at the side of her face.

“You have a coffee stained shirt, you smell like smoke from fire and almost got in a car accident. Also, I saw you when you lost the bus and you looked really stressed.” She explained and Yoongi was shocked.

He explained everything to her, while they grabbed a coffee but he offered to go sit at a nearby park and not the café her friend was working at. The woman agreed and the both sat on a bench, Yoongi talking about his day, the woman listening to everything he said, her whole attention on him.

“You know….” Yoongi trailed off realizing he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“It’s (y/n)” The woman said and Yoongi tasted the name on his tongue.

“Wow, this is a beautiful name.” He said and blushed at how cheesy that sounded.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but thank you.” The woman giggled.

They stayed at the park until dawn, neither of them even realizing how quickly the time was passing. They exchanged numbers promising each other they would meet again.

(Y/n) dropped Yoongi off at his dorm, the members not even realizing he was missing, being used to him working until late.

Yoongi fell asleep with a smile on his face that night and so did (y/n).

Ever since then, they met when things got hard, and became each other’s mental support.

Almost every day they exchanged good morning and good night texts, along with the occasional good luck Yoongi received before a live or an award show. They always made time for each other, not making their friendship known to anyone, but Yoongi’s bandmates.

That’s how their strong friendship started building. It was like fate wanted them to finally meet. They had already realized by then, that they were practically each other’s platonic soulmates. They loved each other, in a friendly way and kept it that way.

Elevator girl

Minhyuk x reader

Ongshimi/Ongsimi inspired (seriously how do you spell the romanization?)

Warning:none

Genre: comedy

A/N: I loved this mv so much, it’s so minhyukieee

Summary: Minhyuk can be so wild when shooting his new mv, but for some weird reason, you lowkey find him attractive.

Word count: 1.3k (1367)

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“Wooo play the song already” Minhyuk’s cheery voice echoed in the hallway and the directors chuckled at his tipsy state.

The music was loud and Minhyuk’s body immediately reacted to the music as he started doing his weird hand movements.

The shooting was going smoothly, until, the doors of the elevator opened, the figure that appeared from the inside startling him a little, his dance moves stopping immediately. He motioned to the unknown woman to pass. The woman hesitated a little, but started walking quickly, once she noticed she had interrupted his shooting. Minhyuk took a look at her as she left and stepped towards the directors to check what they had recorded until then.

“Let’s add this, it’s funny,” Minhyuk smiled while watching the part with the ‘elevator girl’, the name he gave to the unknown woman.

“But we can’t have her in the video, especially without her permission and…” One of the directors trailed off, but Minhyuk just chuckled before replying, “Cut it, right before she appears.” and the directors nodded.

Minhyuk and Jooheon continued their shooting outside of the hotel, in a lot of different places in the big city. They soon finished the shooting, only the editing part was left until they could finally share the song with the world. They thanked the directors and walked back to their hotel rooms.

Minhyuk had too much energy to go to sleep after shooting, since he had drank a little more afterwards and was excited about finally getting to release his song. So he sneakily ‘stole’ one of the cameras and started shooting some clips on his own, in the hallway outside his room.

He kept walking around, slowly becoming dizzy from spinning and walking backwards, that he ended up knocking his head on a wall and he fell on his butt. Minhyuk sat on the floor rubbing his forehead mumbling small ‘ow’s.

On the other side of the wall that he had just walked face first into, there was a room and the person in the room heard the sound and slightly opened the door to check what had happened.

Minhyuk heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look at the source of it. The ‘elevator girl’ appeared in front of him and he looked at her, shocked. Even in his state, he managed to recognize her.

The woman’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her, but she quickly collected herself before speaking up.

“Are you alright?” She asked the man, her voice sounding so lovely to Minhyuk’s ears.

“Are you the elevator girl?” Minhyuk let out excitedly and the woman shot him a confused look.

“Am I who?” She tilted her head to the side and Minhyuk let out a long ‘awww’ sound.

“You’re like a puppy. Elevator puppy. Ele-puppy. Puppy-vator. El Puppo, Pup-” “Enough.” The woman cut him off, her hand on his mouth to get him to stop talking.

“Are you drunk? Where is your room?” She asked and Minhyuk shot her a teasing dirty look.

“Why? What do you wanna do to me? Hmm?”

“What? No, you’re really drunk, I just want to walk you to your room to make sure you don’t knock your head again.” She said and Minhyuk smiled slowly standing up.

“You’re kind, elevator girl, pup-elator, haha it sounds like escalator or alligator.” He let out and started skipping towards his room, the woman following behind to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Ahhh, my house. I live here.” Minhyuk giggled and the woman chuckled shaking her head.

“Do you have a phone?” Minhyuk randomly asked.

“Um, yeah? Doesn’t everybody?” she let out clearly confused.

“Give me your phone.” Minhyuk demanded, sticking his hand out, opening and closing his palm.

“What? Why would I-” “So I can call you.” Minhyuk winked and the woman felt her heartbeat increasing. She had already noticed how handsome the man was, even in his dumb yellow suit.

“Come on, give it!” He whined and the woman sighed.

Minhyuk started to type his number, but forgot it after the first three digits, so he handed his phone to her. She typed her phone number and Minhyuk added her to his contacts as ‘elevator girl’. He had tried to put the rest of the nicknames he had made up, but the woman told him that ‘elevator girl’ was enough.

Minhyuk giggled and blew her a hand kiss, before getting in his room leaving the woman blushing.

The next morning, Minhyuk was the woman’s first thought and she low-key hoped to see him in the hotel’s dining area.

She put some food on her plate walking around the buffet, but then, she bumped into a taller figure. Her eyes widened as she was, again, faced with the same man from yesterday.

“Hi,” She shyly let out and the man shot her a confused look.

“You are… Oh my god…” Realization was written all over Minhyuk’s face and he started blushing.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, I drank a little because I was excited and-” “It’s okay, really.” The woman cut him off as soon as he started apologizing.

“Did I do or say anything inappropriate to you?” He asked terrified of the answer.

“No, but you thought I was suggesting inappropriate things to you.” The woman chuckled and Minhyuk looked down, avoiding her gaze, as he let out a long groan.

“Jooheon shouldn’t have let me drink.” He whispered out.

“I’m, again, really sorry for everything I said to you. I hope you can forgive me and not think I’m a perverted weirdo.” Minhyuk said and looked hopefully at the woman.

“It’s fine, you’re not the first drunk I encounter and I’ve seen worse than you walking face first into the wall or calling me… puppy-vator or whatever.” She giggled and Minhyuk’s eyes widened.

“Oh, so this is what all the weird things in my notes were…” He let out without thinking and the woman laughed.

“Minhyuk, what is taking you so-” A voice was heard from behind him.

“Hello?” The man that the voice belonged to, said to the unknown woman and turned to look at Minhyuk.

“Is everything alright here?” he asked, confused at the scene in front of him. Minhyuk nodded and turned to look at the woman.

“Do you want to join us for breakfast? I would really like to show you my sober self and erase every memory of me being drunk from your mind.” Minhyuk asked her and Jooheon tilted his head, his expression a mix of sleepy and confused.

“Of course, though the erasing my memories part is most likely not gonna happen. You were too fun.” She let out a giggle and Minhyuk groaned and started walking towards a table.

“Oh, by the way, what is your name, elevator girl?” Minhyuk asked, a confused Jooheon following behind them.

“It’s (y/n).” The woman replied and Minhyuk smiled. “I’m Minhyuk.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake and then he turned to his friend. “This is my friend Jooheon, who, as you can see, is clearly confused.” Minhyuk jokingly let out and sat opposite from the woman.

“Nice to meet you, but, can you two explain to me what is going on?” Jooheon munched on his breakfast as the two started explaining how they met, Minhyuk blushing the whole time.

The three continued talking, until (y/n) had to leave.

“I would really love to meet you again sometime, so would you like to give me your phone number?” Minhyuk shyly asked but received a laugh in return. He shot her a confused look and she laughed even more, Minhyuk’s face was red from embarrassment.

“You already have my phone number, silly. Just search for the ‘elevator girl’, unless you later changed the name.” She said and Minhyuk took out his phone and found the contact.

“It was really nice meeting you, Minhyuk, call me when you have time.” (y/n) said and blew him a hand kiss before turning around and walking away with her stuff, leaving a blushing Minhyuk behind, exactly how he did the previous night.

“See you soon, elevator girl.” He said to practically no one.

Random Epiphany 01 (girlfriend version)

Sometimes I get “random epiphanies”. Like a certain person gives me a vibe that they’ll do sth in the future for example they will adopt a dog in the future, or they’ll have a daughter etc. And I got this epiphany today. I’m going to make a lot of posts like this so get ready xx

In this random epiphany, I present you my random thoughts on some of the member’s future relationships. I don’t want anyone to feel offended, bu you can always message me, or comment your thoughts xx

Namjoon looks like he will end up alone, for a long time. He seems content with just being with his family (the boys) and like he just wants to enjoy life while he’s young.

Seokjin, wow. A Korean actress. She’ll be a goddess. Like she’ll be hot, rich, powerful, long brown hair, red lipstick will suit her, amazing legs, sexy voice etc you get it. If you’ve watched meloholic, it’s like Juri, the more powerful self of Yuri. Imagine Juri, but as an actress. Imagine this: black dress with a big slit to the side, her beautiful legs on display, on a red carpet, next to Jin who’s in a suit. FUCK YES! (btw yes I know that this is not seokjin and Kyung Soo Jin)

Hoseok’s girl will be a cute Japanese dancer. He will spoil her, will squeeze her cheeks all the time, they will dance a lot together, he will spoil her with the best shoes he can find, so her feet don’t hurt after so much dance. She’ll probably work out a lot too. She’ll be like in one of those dance classes at the gym, but the teacher, or she’ll work out there every day.

Jungkook’s girl. An anime girl. Have you ever met a girl that’s like, straight out of anime? She’s hella cute, probs shy if the attention is on her, but sometimes she doesn’t care so she goes crazy af. She wears cute skirts like anime girls, has nice thin legs etc. rn I’m describing a class mate