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“Cute” kpop guys are just...the worst.  

[See above Jimin-in-shorts -- arguably the epitome of a cute-faced idol.]

You love them for their pouty faces, antics, and squish-worthy cheeks, but when you’ve finally been able to move past the raging, sexy-awkward, guilt-ridden lust attraction: 

HAHANOI’MANAMJALOOKITMYBODAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I’mmamakeyoufeelALLKINDSofconfused... ;D

How the hell is he so good at/know how to do that??  ...No really. How.

stop that

Namjoon: Nobody's perfect.

Jin: *tears up*

Namjoon: One person is perfect.

That’s right, bitch, and don’t you forget it.

BTS when you cry:

Kim Seokjin:

Sometimes life sucked, and today was apparently one of these days. You had the worst day possible: You did horrible at your mid-final exam, you spilled scorching coffee all over yourself, you fell asleep in class due to the lack of caffeine, and your professor scolded you in front of the whole class.

The only thing you really wanted to do was go back to your apartment and cuddle with your favorite blanket with chocolate (and some alcohol maybe), and cry over your shitty luck.

Luckily, Seokjin, your boyfriend, wasn't supposed to be home till the late night, so you didn't have to be afraid of him coming into your apartment and seeing you in your pathetic state.

Dropping your bag at the door carelessly, you let the door of your house close behind you as you kick off your black sneakers, yeeting them to the other side of the living room as you drop on the blue cushioned sofa with a sigh.

The tears almost immediately flood to your eyes, and you clutch the comforting red wool blanket around you tightly as the first sob erupts your mouth quietly, your body shaking lightly as you let out all the negative feelings you've been harboring the whole day.

You don't know how much time you lay there, crying, but eventually the toll of the day overcomes you and you close your eyes, still sniffling. Sleep catches up to you quickly, and you fall asleep, streaks of tears still leaving paths of sadness along your red cheeks.

~

"Y/N~~ Sweetie, get up and get to bed, it's late."

Your eyes blink open slowly at the sound of Jin's soft voice, burning slightly from the long time you spent crying. Your eyesight is still blurry, your mind in haze, and you're positive you look like shit, with your red eyes and runny nose.

Wait.

You freeze when your eyes finally focus on your boyfriend, whose eyes slowly turn concerned as he sees your current state, quickly putting two plus two together.

He looks tired, his brown hair covered by a mustard colored snapback, nearly drowning in his oversized white and green striped long sleeved shirt. His eyes that were half closed just seconds ago are now wide and worried as he rushes to your side, sitting in the empty space beside you.

"Hey, what's wrong, love?", he says gently, cupping your face in his big hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs as he hugs you tightly, rearranging the blanket to cover the both of you.

You honestly don't have any more energy to do anything, including making up an excuse for how you look. Jin could easily see through you anyway.

So you tell him. He doesn't say anything the whole time you talk, simply humming here and there to indicate he's listening, while he continues to cuddle you close to him, pressing his lips into your hair.

When you finish, you have to admit that you feel slightly better, Jin's secure arms around you and the warmth he radiates making something in your heart heal slowly.

"Y/N, you know I'm always here for you, right?", Jin says gently, making sure not to sound too demanding as he runs a hand down your back soothingly.

You nod, burying your face in his neck and breathing in the comforting smell of his skin, an addicting mixture of flowers and spice.

"Please don't hide from me, sweetie. I don't promise I'll always be able to help you, but I'll always listen and do anything to make you feel better.", Jin's voice is serious, unlike usually, so you know he thinks this is very important, and that makes something in your heart melt just a little more.

You smile against the skin of your boyfriend's neck, unable to hide the immense love you feel for the man holding you, and you nod once again against his warm skin.

"Okay".

Min Yoongi:

"Can you please talk to me, Yoongi? Please.", you beg, unable to hide the desperate tone of your voice in front of your boyfriend, who's standing in front of you, dressed for another night of working till the light comes up.

Your boyfriend averts his eyes, sighing once again as he runs a frustrated hand through his night black hair, cursing under his breath quietly.

"I'll come back in the morning, okay? We'll talk then", he promises, like he's been doing for the last week and half, and something in your heart cracks at the sound of another empty promise.

You watch with a dumbfounded expression as your boyfriend turns to leave the room, his black hoodie making him seem even more mysterious and unreachable than he already felt to you, hand twisting the knob of the door to your apartment.

"Yoongles".

Your voice cracks as you say his name, and a tear rolls down your cheek slowly.

You were never much of a crier, but you could feel all your insecurities coming back to you now, the insecurities you've been concealing and silencing since you start dating Min Yoongi.

Feelings that told you that you weren't good enough, that Suga will hide from you like he hides from everyone else.

Yoongi never gave you a reason to feel this way, until now. Until he started going out every night and avoiding you like the plague. Until he started lying to you and telling you he was fine instead of giving you the truth.

Suga turns around, eyes widening slightly as he sees the shining drop of water below your eye. He too, knew how rare it was to see you cry, and the panic slowly surfacing on his face revealed that.

Your boyfriend lets go of the handle slowly, eyes showing pity and care and you hate it, hate feeling like a little kid who needs to be taken care of.

"Y/N", he says gently, walking towards you slowly, as if he's scared you'll run away if he reaches you too fast.

You shake your head, wiping the tears on your cheeks with the back of your hand angrily, and turn around to walk away, cause you hate yourself for stressing Suga even more than he already is.

"Y/N", Suga grabs your wrist firmly, yet gently, stopping you in your place. "Don't walk away from me, just like you didn't want me to walk away from you."

You lower your head, feeling defeated because Suga was right, you can't run away from your problems. You turn around, letting your lover lead you to your blue couch, his hand still clasped around your wrist delicately.

It's silent for a moment as the two of you sit down, none of you knowing where to start, but to your surprise, it's Yoongi who opens his mouth first, still staring into your eyes in a way that assured you that you were going to be okay, if you just talk this out.

"I'm sorry", he starts gently, "I won't go tonight, I'll stay here, and we'll talk this out like you wanted to", he looks down for a second, "Like I want to".

"Just, please don't cry".

Jung Hoseok:

You: Hey, can I come over to the studio?

You stare at the text, blinking away the angry tears filling your eyes. You were close to crying, but the last thing you wanted was to be sad and alone.

Hobi💞: Babyyyyy

Hobi💞: Yeah of course, come right now!!! I'll take a break from work♥️

You smile through your tears at the sight of your boyfriend's excited response, closing your phone and making your way to the waiting taxi outside your apartment.

~

You knock on the door of the studio, running a hand through your hair as you wait for your boyfriend to open the door.

"Comingg~~", the familiar cheerful voice you love so much, and then Hoseok is opening the door with a smile and an enthusiastic squeal, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you inside the comfortable room.

J-hope's smile drops terrifyingly fast when he sees your glassy eyes and hurt expression, previously squinted eyes widening with worry as he grabs your face gently between his warm hands.

"Y/N/N, why are you crying??", your boyfriend asks in an alarmed voice, wiping the tears that were now flowing freely down your cheeks, unrestrained and warm.

You can't answer, simply shaking your head that rests in J-hope's palm and letting him gather you in his arms, pulling you in his secure embrace.

Your boyfriend sits down on his maroon colored chair with you still in his arms, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of him.

"Aw, baby, please don't be sad! I hate seeing you cry!", Hoseok says with a pout, making you let out a wet giggle and lean your head on Hobi's strong shoulder, calming down slowly as he kept rubbing your back gently, humming a tune under his breath.

When the tears finally stop flowing from your eyes, you raise your head up to kiss your lover's cute button nose gently, making him smile sweetly, eyes crinkling at the edges.

The two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds, foreheads pressed together, and you can already see the question in Hoseok's eyes, even if he didn't say it out loud, the worry and care evident in your boyfriend's honey brown eyes.

So you tell him. You tell him about the horrible fight you had with your life-long best friend, how you both shouted at each other and said hurtful things that both of you knew you didn't mean, but still left long scars in your hearts.

You knew you would eventually make up with her, you were both too important for each other to let such a stupid fight mess up your relationship, but you were still sad and scared all the same.

J-hope listened attentively as you explained the whole story, rubbing circle with his thumb on the inside of your upper thigh and leaving occasional butterfly kisses over your face when you had a hard time talking.

When you finish the story Hoseok assures you that you'll come back to each other very soon, and that he's very willing to go talk to her if you're too afraid to make the first step.

"So don't be sad anymore, baby!", J-hope exclaimed with a comforting smile. "I promise it'll be okay! And to make you feel better, I'll dance to 'Baby Shark'!"

You laugh when J-hope puts the children's song on full volume in the small studio, dancing in the most exaggerated way possible, limbs flailing all over the place. He was always willing to do anything, ridiculous as it may seem, to make you happy. That's just one of the million reasons you love him.

Kim Namjoon:

You groan in pain as another round of cramps hits you mercilessly, making you curl into a pathetic ball on the soft leather couch in your apartment.

Periods always affect you a lot, even after taking every step possible to lessen their negative side effects, like taking pills for the pain or putting a hot packet on your stomach.

You took a day off from work today, knowing yourself and how impossible it was for you to go through a day of continuous sitting with nothing to take your miserable state off your mind.

You slept the majority of the day, your time awake revolving around eating and watching anime, nothing more and nothing less.

The only thing that really kept you going though, is the knowledge that Namjoon, your boyfriend, will be here soon. You told him about your problem, and he promised to come over as soon as he can, always willing to change his plans, as busy as he is, for you.

The knock on the door of your apartment is what wakes you up from another restless sleep, and you groan lowly, raising yourself on your elbows as you stare at the door angrily, hating it and whoever the hell is standing behind it and interrupting your much needed sleep.

You get up slowly, wrapping the thick wool blanket around your body as you trudge towards the door, making faces at the jolt of pain you felt every time you took a step.

You open the door, expecting to shout at some very pitiful neighbor who wanted a cup of sugar at the wrong time, but your heart melts too quickly at the sight of your boyfriend at the door, smiling sheepishly.

He's holding a bucket of your favorite flowers, a random assortment of tulips, and in his other hand is a box of your favourite chocolates, Ferrero Roshe.

On his back is a bag which you are sure is filled to the brim with every type of tampon and pad possible, topped with twenty different pain reliving medications.

Your sweet boyfriend rubs the back of his head awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as if afraid you'll kick him out any second now, a small, slightly scared smile, on his face. "Can I come in?"

You don't know why the sight of RM standing like that outside your doorway, all soft blue hoodies and grey sweatpants, with all your period supplies, makes you so emotional. He literally does this every month, yet it still makes your eyes tear up and an ugly sob erupt your throat.

Namjoon's eyes widen at your unexpected crying, walking a few steps forwards, probably to comfort you awkwardly like only he knows, before pausing and walking backwards, eyes filled with regret.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to go?", he asks frantically, obviously confused with what he did wrong, hands reaching out desperately as if to stop your crying just with the force of his will. "Please don't cry".

You shake your head, more sobs erupting your mouth quietly, and wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand carelessly. "No, I just", you pause, still finding it hard to talk. "I just love you so much".

Namjoon sighs visibly at the sound of your answer, smiling in disbelief before shaking his head lightly and coming forward to press a soft peck to your mouth. "Oh, thank god. I love you too, baby."

Park Jimin:

You muffle your sobs with the back of your hand as you watch Hazel Grace cry brokenly at the news that her love, Augustus, died after battling cancer.

You can't count how many times you watched the movie "The Fault In Our Stars" on a two hands, yet this heartbreaking scene still manages to bring you to tears every single time.

"Babe, I'm homeee~~", you shift your gaze from the shimmering TV screen to the door of your apartment at the cheerful voice of your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face rapidly and face contorted in sadness.

Jimin walks through the door with his usual teeth-filled grin and eye smile, dirty blonde hair a mess on his forehead and white mask hanging loosely under his chin.

Your boyfriend halts after a few steps towards you, noticing your red eyes and trembling bottom lip. For a second, his expression is filled with alarm and worry, but he calms down significantly after seeing the crying girl on the screen in front of you, understanding filling his eyes.

"Augustus died again, didn't he?", Jimin asks gently, voice slightly amused yet still caring, as he pulls his leather handbag over head and places it on the floor by your dark blue couch.

You nod, biting your lip to stifle another sob threatening to escape as your boyfriend slowly slips under the soft baby blue blanket you were tucked in, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Baby", Jimin starts sweetly, "life is full of obstacles and hardships, but most people get through them, unlike the movies that like to make everything a lot more dramatic and painful then was it really is", he says carefully, placing his chin on the top of your head.

You bury your head into your boyfriend's neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne, a mixture of pine wood and clean mountain air that always calms you down. "I know, but- they just- loved each other so much. It's not fair.", you whine angrily, wiping your tears with the sleeves of Jimin's oversized hoodie that you were wearing.

Jimin laughs at that beautifully, pressing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as he hugs you tighter, stroking your spine with his fingertips.

"You're so cute, baby", he says, voice filled with fondness as he tilts your chin up to look at you, his deep brown eyes sending chills down your back.

You don't even have time to respond before Jimin is kissing you delicately, hands wrapped around the frame of your body tightly, molding you together, his soft full lips making you melt completely, practically turning into a puddle in his hold.

You sigh into the kiss, forgetting the movie you were just watching and the reason you were crying, forgetting everything because of Jimin and the warmth he radiates, tangling your hand in his hair, the strands fluffy and nice to the touch despite continuous bleaching.

Your tears are slowly drying on your face, disappearing one by one when Jimin pushes you back to lie down on the couch, swallowing your giggle with his lips as he places his hands on the side of your face securely, protecting you from the world, from yourself, like he'd always done.

Kim Taehyung:

You're holding Taehyung's hand tightly in yours, your finger laced together as you wait for your boyfriend's manager to send him the very secret link of the 'ON' music video.

You were the first to see it, along with the rest of the BTS members of course, and you and your boyfriend had gotten ready for the occasion, connecting Tae's phone to the big TV screen in your shared apartment in order to watch the music video in the best quality possible.

"It's up!", Taehyung says with excitement in his voice, squeezing your intertwined hands tightly as he presses on the neon blue link with urgency.

You jump a bit in your spot as you watch the Bighit logo appear, scooching closer on the sofa to be even closer to Taehyung, who smiles at you gently and wraps an arm around your shoulder securely, making sure you're comfortable.

The music video was, obviously, jaw dropping in a way that only BTS and Bighit can create, and you watch the nearly five minute long film with fascination, eyes glued to the screen and not moving for a second.

The whole production is insane, from the choreography to the scenery, the background dancers and the members, of course, standing out with their outstanding visuals and stage presence.

And maybe your eyes were focused a bit more on a certain dark curly headed guy, but are you really to blame? Taehyung was even more amazing than he always was, and even in your biased opinion, you knew he slayed this comeback.

Taehyung was just as focused as you, completely silent, his eyes trained with alarming concentration on the figures on the screen, hardly moving or even blinking.

When the video finally ends, you both stay silent for a few seconds, still speechless, before Taehyung turns to you, a wide smile on his face.

"Hey, I think it came out really we-", your boyfriend's boxy smile drops quickly at the sight of the crystal tears on your cheeks, and he immediately leans forward, brushing the small droplets from under your eyes.

"Woah, what's wrong?", he asks, fear underlying his tone as he picks you up like a feather and places you on his lap, eyes studying your form for any injury or discomfort.

"Sorry", you blush at Taehyung's care and your own stupid behaviour, averting your eyes from the soft chocolate ones of your lover. "I'm just really proud of you. All of you.", you admit, fingers playing with the collar of Tae's checkered pyjama top awkwardly.

Taehyung laughs at that, not in a mocking way, but in a way that told you that he thinks you're absolutely adorable, and the deep melodic sound sends warmth throughout your whole body, tingling up till your feet.

Your boyfriend cups your jaw gently, making you look him in the eye once again, and kisses your pouty lips with a chuckle. "You're sweet", he mumbles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile shyly at that, and lean forward to place your head on Taehyung's broad shoulder, looping your arms around his neck loosely. "I really am proud", you say once again after a few seconds of calming silence, because you are, you truly are, and words can't really express just how much.

Taehyung laughs one more time, and you think to yourself that your life is complete as long as you get to make Kim Taehyung laugh so cutely.

"I am too", he says in a whisper, pressing his lips to your temple as he strokes your waist soothingly, his soft black curls brushing your forehead and lulling you to sleep, a small smile still present on your lips.

Jeon Jungkook:

The phone call from your mom wasn't unexpected in any way. She calls you almost every day regularly, and even though the hour was unusually late, it didn't make your heart skip a beat like it should've.

"Hey, mom", you say cheerfully into the phone, pressing the small device into your ear to hear your mother's familiar voice better.

"Hi, sweetie", you mother's voice is soft and a bit scrapy, as if she's been shouting for a while and then decided to call. Your eyebrows furrow at the hesitant tone in your mother's voice, gripping your phone slightly tighter.

"Hey, is everything okay??", You ask, confused as to why your mom is so quiet and not complaining to you about the weather and the kids like she usually is.

"Honey...", Your mother pauses, sighs, and the dread in your heart grows even more. "Coco died. From a heart attack this morning".

For a second the world stops, and the air around you turns to fire, burning in your lungs and scorching your throat until you feel the need to claw for oxygen.

Coco was old, you had her since you were 5, nearly 7 years ago. But she was such a strong little animal, that you always forgot how old she really was. Your whole life is filled with memories of her: playing with you in the yard, licking your face when you were crying over another guy, eating the pieces of chicken you passed her secretly under the table.

And now she was gone.

The tears blur your vision and you grip the table in front of you as if it's the only thing keeping you up. The hand holding your phone is shaking, and you don't even hear the worried voice of your mom, repeating your name frantically in your ear.

"I'll- I'll call you back", you manage to stutter out, finishing the call before your mother could say another word.

You don't know how long you sit there in silence, staring at the mettalic device in your hand, but eventually you dial the number you know by heart, pressing your tear stained face to the screen of your phone.

"Jungkook?", you whisper, afraid to raise your voice as if it'll break the fragile state your mentality is in right now.

"Babe?", Jungkook's voice is worried and confused, probably noticing the shaky tone of your voice and the shallow breathing. "Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, but can you come home?", You stifle a sob in the back of your hand, your resolve slowly breaking as you come to terms with the reality. "Please."

~

Jungkook's reaches your apartment in five minutes flat, something you're not even sure is possible considering the horrible traffic jams in Seoul.

"Y/N?", the frantic voice of your boyfriend reaches you from your place in the kitchen, where you still haven't moved from since you got the news of Coco's death.

Jungkook almost passed the kitchen before he sees you, coming to a halt quickly and quickening his steps until he reaches the doorway to the kitchen.

He's wearing all-black, like always, and judging by the sweat soaking his white vest, he was working out when you called him. His ivory hair is matted to his forehead, sticky like glue, and there's a trail of sweat going from his temple to his chin, threatening to fall on the floor.

His dark eyes read the room quickly, noticing the long forgotten milk you had taken out to make yourself a cup of coffee, the phone in your hand, and the semi-dry tears staining your cheeks.

"What-" "Coco died.", you interrupt him, watching the confusion and fear in Jungkook's eyes replace with shock, and then sadness, and finally pity.

Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, simply walking over you, crouching down to your height, and wrapping you in his arms gently.

There is something in that hug, the way Jungkook holds you as if he wants to be your personal anchor, that makes the barrier inside you break, and the first sob erupts your mouth, loud and ugly and grief-filled.

You cry in your lover's arms then, letting yourself break down because you know Jungkook's there to pick up the pieces. Jungkook doesn't say a word except the occasional "I'm here", "It's okay", but his arms are firm around you, one hand cupping your hair and the other around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Your energy runs out eventually, and the screams and cries turn to pitiful whimpers against Jungkook's neck. You're covered with his sweat and he is covered with your tears, and the two of you are a mess, but when the raven-haired man you love presses his lips to your slowly shutting eyelids, so gently it almost hurts, you think you're complete.

BTS when you annoy them:

Seokjin:

You and Jin were known as the couple who were constantly annoying each other, always going for each other's throats and pulling pranks.

You were like an old married couple, so fond and loving with sweet gazes and careful touches, but you were also constantly bickering and fighting, and to be honest, you loved it that way the most.

You shift a bit on your space on the comfortable couch, a small frown painted on your lips. Your arms were crossed in front of your t-shirt clad chest, socked feet tapping against the carpeted floor, your whole posture screaming tension.

You glare a bit more when your boyfriend enters the living room, carrying a simple plastic tray with a different assortment of foods on it, from kimchi to fried rice, the smell so delicious you barely stop yourself from jumping in your boyfriend's arms, which were definitely blessed with the talent of cooking.

Unfortunately, you have to pretend to be mad at what happened earlier, and if you didn't love your boyfriend so much and were far too used to his shenanigans, you wouldn't even have to pretend.

As if reading your mind, Seokjin raises a perfect eyebrow at you. "Are you still grumpy?", he asks teasingly, a wide smile making its way to his lips, and you simply ignore him, focusing instead on the colorful screen in front you, currently showing an episode of "Friends".

If there was one thing that got on Jin's nerves, with all his collected and fairly calm manner, it was when people didn't talk back to him and ignored him. And that was exactly what you were planning to do.

Your boyfriend seems to understand the situation, his smile faltering slightly, setting the tray on the small wooden table in front of you before taking a seat on the gray leather couch, facing you with a slightly worried expression.

"Does it hurt? It didn't look bad when you fell, and you were laughing", he says with a frown, reaching his hand to touch the soft skin of your knee, which got hit when you slipped on a piece of paper earlier this morning.

Jin had obviously found the whole situation hilarious, and you had to admit it was pretty funny, especially since you didn't exactly fall, rather slid into a lunge position with your knee hitting the floor.

You had whined and grabbed your knee while your amazing lover rolled on the floor with laughter, and you eventually joined him, unable to stop yourself at the sight of Jin's tomato face and crinkled eyes. But now it was time for revenge.

You almost turn your head to look at Seokjin, who's still rubbing your knee gently, his pink lower lip slightly jutting out and his dark hair falling over his forehead in long bangs, almost covering his worried eyes, but you manage to contain yourself, staring blankly at the TV.

"Yah, Y/N, talk to me!", Seokjin exclaims when you don't answer any of his concerned questions, his hands placed on his hips and an annoyed look on his face when you don't even flinch, picking up a rice cake and popping it in your mouth shamelessly.

"Look, I'm sorry for laughing at you, but I didn't think you'd take it this seriously. We always laugh at each other.", Seokjin goes back to speaking gently again, placing a gentle hand on your thigh in an attempt to get your attention, a frustrated groan escaping his mouth when none of his antics work.

"Fine", your boyfriend says with an exasperated expression, "You asked for this". There's a mischievous tone in your boyfriend's voice that tells you that he means trouble, but you don't even have time to run away before Jin's tackling you, pressing your back into the couch as he runs his hands up and down your sides mercilessly, ignoring your begs and choked pleas.

You can't really appreciate your boyfriend's beautifully bare face so close to you, the soft shining skin of his face, the cotton-candy hair, his plump lips and his broad chest, easily noticeable even with his loose light blue pyjama top, not when he's pinning you down and taking your breath away with his nimble fingers, but you still think that he's lovely, so lovely, and maybe that's why you can never really stay mad at him.

"Okay, I'm not mad, just please stop", you beg, stray tears dripping down your cheeks from laughing so hard, and you're pretty sure you have abs when Jin finally leans back, a satisfied smile on his face. 

"You're so mean", you say through gasps, hitting your boyfriend's arm lightly as you try to go back to your regular breathing, wiping the tears tracks on your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"And you're so annoying", Seokjin retorts half-heartedly, sticking out his tongue to you before leaning down to press his lips against yours with a sigh, so gentle it almost feels like the touch of a butterfly against you, and you arch upward slightly, carding your fingers through the fluffy hair as you kiss lazily, the food slowly getting cold and you couldn't care less, every part of your body filled with warmth, erasing the sense of hunger completely. And if this is what you get for being annoying, then you're never going to stop.

Min Yoongi:

You run a hand through your tangled hair, jumping on the balls of your feet slightly as you watch Yoongi through the reflection of your mirror, who's watching you with an expression somewhere between amused and exasperated.

The two of you are getting ready to go to bed, Yoongi with his toothbrush between his lips, white hair brushed away from his forehead offhandedly, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of blue basketball shorts.

You on the other hand, feel way too energetic for this late hour, not able to keep still as you quickly change from brushing your dark hair to gurgling mint mouthwash to washing your face, your hurried pace nothing like Yoongi's lazy state of mind.

"What's up with you?", Yoongi mumbles when he finally spits out the white foam to the sink, his dark eyes already half-closed as he runs his hand blindly over the counter, searching for the small white towel to wipe his face.

You shrug, not really knowing yourself, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's waist, letting him drag his feet to the bed with you attached to his back, the older too tired to even protest.

When you're finally laying on the bed, you cling to Suga like a koala, placing your head on top of his chest and wiggling around some more until your legs, Yoongi's legs, and the blue blanket laying on your bed are completely tangled together.

Yoongi grunts, surprised by the sudden skinship, but doesn't say anything. Usually you and him slept rather far apart, since you both needed your space while sleeping and got hot easily, so for the most part your lover would throw a possessive hand around your waist, as if to make sure you're there, but not much more than that.

"Goodnight", your boyfriend yawns silently, breaking the calming silence between the two of you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, his chest almost immediately falling into a rather slow pace, his body always ready for much needed sleep, but you don't feel quite tired enough yet, so you reach your finger to poke Yoongi's chest lightly. "Babe?"

Suga opens one eye slowly, staring down at you with tired eyes, and you feel bad for doing this to him, especially since he cherished his sleep and enjoys it so much, but you still bite your lip, looking up at your boyfriend with your infamous puppy eyes. "I'm not tired".

Yoongi groans, his hold around your waist tightening as if that can make you sleepier, and he shuts his eyes once again, his voice holding finality when he says: "You are. Go to sleep and you'll see".

Your pout only grows at that, but you know better than to talk to Suga again, who would probably only ignore you or maybe kick you out of the room, so you try your best to find a comfortable position that'll hopefully help you fall asleep faster, wiggling all over your boyfriend's body until you feel the arms around your waist tighten once more.

"Y/N.", Yoongi deadpans, the frustration in his voice now completely visible, and you sigh, burying your face in the other's neck. 

"Sorry", you mumble in a small voice, pressing the softest of kisses to the smooth white skin, and you feel more than hear Yoongi's deep sigh, almost like he's suffering but also enjoying this at the same time. 

"Sleep", the voice above you commands, firm yet soft at the same time, and then there's lips pressed to your hair, just above your forehead, and one of Yoongi's hands comes up to stroke your hair softly, the other hand drawing circles on your hip bone carefully, and you feel your heart burst with love when your boyfriend sings you a lullaby quietly, voice hoarse from lack of sleep and hours of staying up late with only microwaved ramen and energy drinks to keep him company. It's the best thing you've heard in a while, you think, just as your eyes close, your boyfriend's voice still engraved in your mind.

Jung Hoseok:

You were always known as a rather clumsy person, always losing stuff and tripping over air. Your friends usually found it hilarious that you're such a mess, constantly comparing you to Namjoon, but your boyfriend always found it adorable, even though he himself was the definition of organized and agile, and he always stood up for you, insisting the two of you complete each other perfectly.

But sometimes being a couple was hard, your differences getting in the way occasionally, especially now, after you moved in together, and your messy lifestyle seemed to clash with Hoseok's perfectionist one more often than not.

You curse under your breath, shooting another panicked glance towards the large black clock hanging on the wall, seemingly taunting you with his consistent movement as you throw one of your pillows to the floor, patting the white mattress frantically.

Your phone was nowhere to be seen, although you had been holding it a few minutes ago, and you were going to be late for work if you didn't get out of the house right now, which you couldn't do without your phone.

The room looks like a whirlwind passed through it, your blankets and pillows strewn on the floor, your pink checkered pyjamas thrown on the now bare bed, from when you changed your clothes hurriedly, trying to get ready for work.

The alarm on your phone is blaring loudly, alerting you that you have to get out of the apartment right now, as if you didn't know that, and makeup and more beauty products were covering the floor of your room like snow, a result of your quick changing.

"Y/N? What's going on?", you turn around at the sound of your boyfriend's worried voice, meeting J-hope's slowly widening eyes at the sight of the horrible mess in your bedroom. 

He's standing in the entrance to the room, wearing oversized black sweatpants and a loose dark green t-shirt, holding a mug of his usual hot black coffee, the mug still letting out steam. His eyes are still slightly sleepy, not completely awake just yet, his curly black hair falling over his forehead in cute waves, and his mouth is slightly open in disbelief at the sight of your shared bedroom.

Usually you would feel guilty for making this sort of chaos in your apartment, because there is literally nothing that annoys Hoseok more than disorganization, but you're too lost and freaked out to feel bad right now, so you shoot your lover a frantic look. "I can't find my phone, I need to go to work, and I can't find my phone-"

"Okay, okay", the confused look in Hoseok's eyes changes back to the look of J-hope, the lead dancer of BTS, someone who leads and supports when everyone else is in panic, and he motions you to calm down with hands, placing his coffee beside the door before entering the room. "Calm down, we'll find it, just keep looking."

You go back to searching the room, flipping over the fuzzy gray carpet on the floor and searching under it, throwing the cushions off the small leather sofa in the side of the room, while Hoseok helps you, looking under the bed and inside the closet.

You can practically feel Hoseok's grimaces of discomfort whenever another thing in your room goes flying out of place, and you're just about to start crying from frustration when you hear your boyfriend's flat voice.

"Y/N.", you turn to meet J-hope's unimpressed look, not quite understanding the meaning of the blank face on your boyfriend's usually smiling one until you notice the phone in his hand, the familiar device making you breath out in relief, your stiff body sagging slightly.

"Where did you find it?", you yell with excitement, running over to your phone and grabbing it from your boyfriend's hand, who doesn't even answer, simply pointing at your pyjama pants, still laying on the floor pathetically. Your phone was in your stupid back pocket the whole time.

"Oh.", you mumble with slight embarrassment, raising your eyes up to meet your boyfriend's soft brown ones, still staring at you with an expression that seems so done you feel you can't help but blush, playing with your fingers. "Sorry for messing up the room, I'll come back from work and clean up everything, I promise-"

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but you know he's not truly mad when he sighs heavily, already used to your antics. "Do you really think I'm going to leave the room like this for so long?", he asks sarcastically, raising a thick eyebrow at you. 

You smile sheepishly, rocking back on your heels. "No?", you answer, your voice coming out sounding more like a question than a statement, and your boyfriend's lips twitch slightly as he tries not to smile. "Exactly."

"Thank you, baby", you say with gratitude, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your boyfriend's nose, because how the hell did you get such a sweet boyfriend that always cleans up your messes for you, who always lets you get away with everything.

J-hope hums in confirmation, wrapping a gentle hand around your jaw to tilt your head up, pressing a fleeting kiss against your lips. "You're lucky I love you. Now run off to work, you're late."

Kim Namjoon:

One of the things you love the most about Kim Namjoon is the fact that he's such a hard-working guy. He always puts his most into everything he does, no matter how small or seemingly meaningless it is, and that gives you an immense sense of pride.

But sometimes it gets too much, when Namjoon loses track of time and gets so into whatever project he's working on, that he forgets that you can be rather clingy and need a minimal amount of physical affection.

Sighing, you stare at the door to your boyfriend's room, where he is currently working on some paperwork regarding the boys' next comeback.

You were excited for the upcoming album, of course you were, but a new album meant less time with your lover, and you felt it the past week more than you did during your whole relationship.

Tapping your foot against the wooden floor, you wonder how the hell you can get RM's attention without burning down the apartment. 

Honestly, there weren't a lot of options. Begging didn't work, as you've already checked, and will only earn you a dimpled smile and a fond pat on your head. Yelling wasn't good either, since this whole situation was really Joon's fault. 

You roll your head back in frustration, eyes pointing to the ceiling and locking on the speakers you and Namjoon had installed in the living room. They were mostly used when you wanted to see a movie on the big TV screen or when you just wanted to vibe to some songs, but now they were giving you a wicked idea.

A small smirk started to form on your face, your mind running a mile a minute. The idea that was slowly manifesting in your brain was nothing short of evil, but you conclude that tough times call for tough decisions. You have to do this before Namjoon will die from lack of sleep and you from lack of cuddles.

Walking over to the speaker set determinantly, you press the home button on your phone, quickly switching on the "Bluetooth", which automatically connects to the sound device. 

You needed something good, good and loud, so you scroll through the downloaded songs on your phone, clicking on the first one you saw with an evil giggle. 'Dwaechita', by Agust D. This will be epic.

You raise the volume to the highest level, before plopping down on the sofa and waiting for your boyfriend to exit his room. You assume it won't take long.

Just like you thought, mere seconds after the chorus starts, Namjoon's already stumbling out of the bedroom, his hair a mess and his eyes wide like saucers. 

You're pretty sure he's wearing the same crumpled mustard button-up he was wearing two days ago, with the same black trousers. His caramel hair is brushed back from his eyes, which have dark circles underlining them, and his usually smooth, tanned skin is looking uncharacteristically blotchy. 

"What the hell, Y/N?", RM exclaims, almost tripping on his own feet as he grabs the wall for support, his eyes searching for you wildly before falling on your smug figure, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Don't you wanna listen to some music right now?", you ask, yelling to overcome the loud sound of Suga's rap. "This artist is pretty dope", you add innocently, biting back a smile when realization dawns on the older's face.

"Is this because we haven't been spending much time together the last few days?", Namjoon asks gently, his voice just a little impatient, but understanding nonetheless.

"Not really. It's actually because I haven't seen you in our own apartment in the last few weeks.", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly while you glare at your boyfriend, your chill facade slowly wearing off.

Namjoon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly as he inhales deeply, his eyes closed and mouth pursed into a thin line. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll take more time off, but I'm really busy right now, so can you please lower the volume?"

You shake your head, getting up from the couch and padding over to where Namjoon is standing, looking at you with an expectant gaze. 

"I'll stop the music", you say simply, straightening one of the many wrinkles in the sleeves of your lover's shirt, before raising your eyes up from his chest to meet his own dark orbs. "If you take a break right now and come eat with me a normal lunch".

There's annoyance flickering in Namjoon's eyes, but it doesn't really matter right now, because your boyfriend needed this just as much as you did, if not more. 

It takes five more seconds of Suga's rapping thundering through the house for your boyfriend to sigh defeatedly, throwing his hands up in the air helplessly before running them through his locks, making them stick out in different directions. 

"Okay, fine, just please shut this off, my brain is going to explode", Namjoon says pleadingly, and you send him a sweet smile before pressing the mute button on your phone, the music ceasing immediately and your house filling once again with it's comfortable, calming atmosphere.

"Thank God", your boyfriend mutters, almost to himself, and you wrap your arms around his waist without another word, leaning your head over his strong chest to listen to the steady beating of his heart, reminding you he's right here with you, where he belongs.

"I missed you", you whisper into the silence, enjoying the way Namjoon's hands automatically encircle around your waist, his chin placed on the top of your head gently, and he lets out another sigh, this one more of content, the soft sound sending tingles through your body.

"Me too, babe", he answers, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, like he always does before the two of you fall asleep, and you close your eyes, imaging the two of you cuddled against each other in bed, just enjoying the other's presence. It seems so far away now.

"But you're insufferable sometimes, you know that?", he adds, and you can't help but giggle at the frustrated tone of his voice, burying your face in his neck as laughter wracks your body. Yes, you missed this more than words can explain.

Park Jimin:

Park Jimin was a cute person, no one could deny. Something about his pretty eye smile, his delicate features, and naturally lovely personality was heart-fluttering. He was also super hot, but that's a different discussion.

You love to annoy your boyfriend, mostly because he can't possibly say no to you, even when you do everything in your power to piss him off. And today was one of these days.

Maybe it's because Jimin just looks so fluffy right now, with his pretty brown hair tied into a small ponytail, his eyes slightly droopy from sleep and his plump lips stretched into a small pout. 

His head is in your lap, shiny hair spread over your thighs like a halo, and he's wearing his thick winter pyjamas: a furry gray hoodie, the hat pulled low over his head, wide black sweatpants and blue socks.

You're in front of the television, the two of you watching some disgustingly sweet rom-com, and you're munching happily on some peperos when Jimin tilts his head up to you, opening his mouth silently.

You raise an eyebrow down at your boyfriend, smiling a bit when you notice the adorable gesture and outfits he's wearing, and pop another chocolate-covered stick in your mouth, humming purposely loud.

"These are so good", you say with an exaggerated groan, smirking slightly when you see Jimin's mouth close, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "You want some?", you ask innocently, taking out another one of the snacks and waving it in front of your boyfriend, who nods his head enthusiastically.

"Then show me some aegyo", you request with a shit-eating grin. "Something amazing though", you add, enjoying the way Jimin started frowning immediately, not satisfied by your request.

"Yah, Y/N, don't be tough", he whines, "You know I hate acting cute.", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and you can't help but coo at his unintentional cute behaviour, reaching your arm out to pinch his chubby cheek gently. "I can't help it, you're too adorable."

Jimin lets another groan of distress, but you don't miss the light pink blush high on his cheeks, even with the lack of light in the dark room. Despite your lover being genuinely annoyed by your continuous requests for aegyo, you know he likes it when you compliment his personality and baby him every now and then.

"Fine.", he says with a deep sigh, already so done with you, and you smile sweetly, looking at your boyfriend expectantly while he gets ready, clenching his fists and inhaling deeply.

"Jagiya, please give me some of that yummy snack!", Jimin says with a small voice, sending you his best puppy eyes and cupping his face in his delicate hands, waiting for your response.

You giggle at the act, clapping your hands excitedly before taking one of the sweet snacks from the small aluminum bag, and sticking it between your boyfriend's pouty lips. "Yay, thank you baby", you say with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss on one of Jimin's red cheeks.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, but there's a tiny smile playing on his lips as he gets comfortable on your lap once again, placing his cheek on your legs and turning back to look at the flat screen in front of you.

You get lost once again in the plot of the movie, a smug smile still showing on your face from your previous victory, when Jimin nudges your stomach slightly with his nose. 

"Baby, can you pass me the fuzzy blanket from there? It's getting cold.", Jimin requests, already half-asleep once again, and you can't help but tease him, lifting your hand from where it's sifting through his soft locks, and grabbing the baby blue blanket from the edge of the couch.

"You know what you need to do, Jiminie", you say slyly, lifting the blanket slightly out of your boyfriend's reach when his arm raises up to grab it, and his face turns into a scowl, annoyed by your continuous teasing.

"Y/N, stop it, seriously", he says, stretching out his hand even higher, but you don't let him reach the blanket, laughing evilly when his glare turns even darker, your smile practically splitting your face in half.

You let out a surprised gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Jimin hovering above you with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk. You gulp, your boyfriend suddenly not as cute as he was two seconds ago, and feel something curl in your stomach. 

"You think I'm cute, huh? I'll show you how cute I am", Jimin says with a growl, and you can only manage out an embarrassing squeak before Jimin is kissing you hard, his grip on your waist almost bruising, and you arch into him, gasping against his mouth.

Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't really cute right now, but that didn't really matter when you love every side of him.

Kim Taehyung:

Having an idol boyfriend was definitely a pain in the ass sometimes, especially when comeback season came around.

You haven't seen Taehyung in your shared apartment for a full week, only seeing him on the times you came to visit him at Bighit's building or when the two of you grabbed a quick coffee during his breaks from work, and considering the fact he's literally in the same city as you, it was pretty damn ridiculous. You knew he was sleeping at the dorm with the rest of the members, making it easier for him to arrive to practice and recordings, and all the other things he's dealing with right now, but it didn't make you any happier.

You had talked with Jungkook, the maknae of BTS and your close friend, and checked with him when Taehyung was free enough to jump over. Of course, you know your boyfriend and his perfectionist ass, and know that he would never agree to come back to your apartment before their comeback, so you had to take more drastic measures.

What you're going to do is pretty mean, you know that, but sitting in your cold, empty living room, it's obvious that this has to be done. 

You cuddle a bit closer into the warm brown blanket slung across your shoulders, and press the quick dial on your phone, the first suggestion already showing up as 'Taehyungie💞'. Giving yourself another mental pat on the back, you exhale shakily before pressing on the contact. Time to get your acting talents to use.

Pressing the small device to your ear, you clear your throat as you listen to the loud ringing, waiting for your lover to pick up the phone impatiently. According to Jungkook, Taehyung was supposed to be at the dorm right now, getting some well-deserved rest which he is probably wasting on even more practicing.

"Hey, babe", Tae's deep voice rings through the phone, and you smile unconsciously at the sound of him, pressing the phone even closer to your ear as if that'll help you reach him. 

"Tae…", you say in a raspy, worn-out voice, your heart clenching slightly when you hear the sound of moving, probably Taehyung going to his room to talk to you more privately. 

"Y/N????", Taehyung's voice is worried, and you can imagine his face right now, thick eyebrows furrowed over dark eyes in concern, pretty lips pursed into a thin line and hands clenching around his phone nervously. "Are you ok? You don't sound good."

"Yeah, I'm sick", you mumble, surprised yourself by how genuinely shitty you sound, and you can already hear Taehyung mumbling a curse, and then the sound of a door opening and keys rattling. 

"I'm on my way", your boyfriend announces into the phone, and your mouth drops slightly at the unexpected saying. You thought you would have to do a lot more to get him to come, but it only took a little fake-coughing and a tired voice to get him out of the dorm.

"You don't have to", you say, the guilt starting to claw in your chest, the heaviness in your heart only growing when your boyfriend makes a dismissive sound. "Of course I do. I'm your boyfriend, I need to take care of you. Now rest for a bit until I arrive."

You stare at your phone dumbly after Taehyung says goodbye, regretting your decision to prank your lover, even if it came from good intentions. He was clearly worried sick, and now he'll be super pissed when he sees you're perfectly fine, except for a lack of quality time with your boyfriend.

You don't even get to rethink your decisions before the door is opening, revealing a disheveled Taehyung, his curly black hair falling over his forehead, covering his eyes almost completely, wearing one of his doodled T-shirts and a pair of his favorite wide black pants. His face is bare, showing off his small mustache and the dark circles under his eyes, and he's clearly exhausted. 

"Baby? I'm sorry I-", Taehyung freezes in the middle of his sentence, his panicked expression slowly morphing into confusion as he stares at you, looking perfectly healthy, a guilty expression on your face as you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. "What's going on?"

"I… might have pranked you into coming here.", You start, wincing when your boyfriend's eyes darken and he crosses his arms in front of his chest, a clear sign he was annoyed. "I just missed you and I knew you were supposed to rest anyway… So I pretended to be sick."

Taehyung doesn't say anything, but you know that's how he always reacts when he's annoyed, and there's this disappointed look in his eyes, which is even worse than just anger.

"I'm sorry, what I did was wrong", you admit after another minute of silence. "But I'm worried about you Tae, even before I miss you. Have you even seen yourself in the last few days?", you ask, scanning your boyfriend's face once again with worry. 

Taehyung sighs, slipping into the spot on the couch next to you, and you know he's still mad, but you won't let that get in the way right now. 

"Taehyung. Just please, please stay here tonight? Don't talk with me, be mad at me, I deserve it. But if you care about me, please sleep here. I need to know you're taking care of yourself.", you beg, biting your lip like you always do when you're anxious, staring at your Taehyung's profile, who's stubbornly looking forward, not meeting your eyes.

You place your hand on Taehyung's shoulder, and he finally looks at you, his eyes softening slightly when he sees your desperate eyes, and he sighs once again, sending you a small smile. 

"Okay", he whispers, and you can't help but laugh happily, wrapping your arms around Taehyung and placing your head on his shoulder as you finally, finally get what you really want: a healthy Taehyung. Nothing else matters right now.

And when Taehyung wraps his own arms around your waist gently, placing a fleeting kiss on your hair, you know you're already forgiven.

Jeon Jungkook:

If you were being honest, you didn't really like gaming. Rather, you didn't like your boyfriend gaming. Jungkook was probably the most attentive guy a girl could ask for, except when he was playing Overwatch, or whatever video game he's into at the moment.

"Jungkook", you whine again, glaring at your boyfriend when he hums unconvincingly, his dark eyes focused on the screen unblinkingly, occasional profanities leaving his mouth when another player almost kills him.

The two of you were supposed to be on date night today, and what Jungkook said would be a "quick round", turned out to be a seven, and you really need to stop giving in to your boyfriend's stupid puppy eyes.

"Jungkook, I want to cuddle", you demand, sending another glance to the clock on the wall in front of you. It was late, and you hated going to sleep without Jungkook's soft hugs and sweet singing in your ear, the occasional shy kiss pressed to your nape or cheeks.

"Just a second, babe", Jungkook says for the twentieth time, and you huff, not believing your boyfriend's behaviour. 

You stare for another second at Jungkook hunched up form, letting yourself admire the way his simple black hoodie does nothing to disguise his thick biceps and wide shoulders, the matching black sweatpants accentuating his strong thighs and his long dark hair, parted and pushed away from his forehead to allow him to see better, revealing sharp black eyebrows and piercing black eyes.

"Fuck it", you mumble to yourself after five more minutes pass, walking over to the television and standing next to it, staring at Jungkook with a firm expression. "You asked for this".

Not giving Jungkook time to react, you take out the cable of the television, and the screen goes black immediately, Jungkook's mouth dropping open when his game suddenly stops, not quite realizing what happened.

"Y/N, what the hell?", Jungkook stares at you, his eyes somewhere between mad and helpless, and he throws his controller aside with disbelief painted on his face. "Why are you so impatient?"

You stare at your boyfriend with disbelief, shaking your head. "Are you serious right now? I've been waiting for you to finish for ages now. You know I can't fall asleep alone.", you answer with clenched teeth, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

"Whatever", Jungkook mumbles, shooting you another glare before getting up from the couch, heading towards the bathroom, and you sigh, cursing under your breath as you continue standing there for another second, before walking towards your shared bathroom.

Jungkook doesn't say a word when he exits the bathroom, and you're already lying on your side of the bed with your back to your boyfriend, trying to hide the hurt expression on your face as you cuddle closer into the blanket in an attempt to warm yourself without Jungkook's body as your personal furnace.

You can feel the bed dip when your boyfriend slips into bed silently, and you hate the emptiness, missing Jungkook's strong arms around you, pressing you into his broad chest.

You lie there for God knows how long, debating between yourself before mumbling a soft "I'm sorry" into other air between you, not even checking if the other is sleeping or not.

Your answer comes in the form of Jungkook's familiar arms, snaking around your lower stomach, and then there's lips pressed to your nape, kissing it so sweetly you can't help but melt, your own hands coming to cover Jungkook's. 

"I'm sorry, too", he mumbles, and you smile to yourself, turning in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's lips, and then to his cheek. "It's okay.", you whisper, pressing your forehead to the older's and staring into his doe eyes. "Goodnight, Jungkookie." "Goodnight, baby".

Stormy Night

Yoongi x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Warnings: out of character for Yoongi, Teeth rottingly sweet, kind of confusing since I’m bad at writing

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I was staring out the window as gallons and gallons of rain fall from the sky, watching the raindrops race each other as they slide down the glass. I've been alone recently. It's been pouring the last few days, and before I could go play in the rain, I got sick. As if the universe was out to get me, my best friend, who I ended falling in love with, won't even talk to me because of how much work he has.

He really should take a break but every time I mention one, he gets all pissy and refuses. I go back home from Korea tomorrow and I wanted to spend at least one more night with him. I wanted to come over here for a little bit and remembered that he lived here. Out of the few months I've been here, I only saw him once.

I told him that I was leaving and that I wanted to eat dinner or watch a movie or just do something entertaining before I left. Obviously, he has to do work instead. I'm just so stupid, how could I ever think that he would want to spend time with me. Ever since the new year started, he's just been a total dick. Ignoring me, and flat out telling me to leave him alone.

I wipe the tears that I didn't realize had fallen and climbed into my bed. I decide to scroll through social media. By social media, I mean, I go to Instagram, TikTok, then Twitter, and then for some odd reason I just go back to TikTok and just start scrolling, not even really paying attention to what I'm watching.

After what seems like two seconds, I hear a knock at my door. Who is knocking at my door at 10:30 at night?

I drag my body out of bed and limp towards the door, opening it to reveal someone I didn't expect to see. Yoongi.

He's dripping with rain water, his eyes are blood shot and dry, and he's shaking. A small smile appears on his lips before disappearing again, probably realizing I'm not really happy to see him. "I um.. sorry." He wipes some of the water off his face. I roll my eyes and let him in.

"What are you sorry for? You're sorry for ignoring me? You're sorry for wasting my time?" I feel myself wanting to cry at how hurt he looks. "All of the above... The company is threatening that if I don't finish up with work, I could get fired. That's been adding onto the stress of trying to make everything perfect."

My heart breaks at the sight of him thinking about him losing his job. As stressed out as he gets, he loves it.

"But, I want to forget all of that. I finished tonight, but that resulted in me being late. I am so fucking sorry." His eyes get all teary and he hesitates to reach for my hand. "I just love you so much. Like I am in love with you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to leave me. I wasn't spending time with you while you were here and it was a stupid mistake."

Did he really just.. admit that? He really just confessed.

"Yoongi.. It's okay, all I've wanted was an explanation." I hold his hand and lay my head on his shoulder. "I love you too." A small smile is placed on his face and he wraps his arms around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head. It's a little weird for Yoongi to be showing this much emotion. He doesn't really know how to, but now I wish I knew how good at hugging he is earlier.

"Hey, a-are you crying?" He lifts my face up and wipes at the tears I didn't even realize had fallen. "Since when was I crying?" I giggle, sniffling and wiping the remaining tears.

"So. Movie?" He offers and I nod, going to turn the tv and roku on. After setting everything up, I hand him one of his hoodies, and a pair of sweat pants that are too large for me. He thanks me, and I look away so he can change into clean and dry clothes.

His arms wrap around my body as I nuzzle my face into his neck, leaving a small kiss. "I love you, y/n." He says in almost a whisper. "I love you too." He places his hand on my law and softly lifts my face up. Before I can process what was going on, his lips capture mine for a gentle yet passionate kiss.

His lips are so soft, he is so soft and warm. He is just so perfect, it makes me feel like I'm floating or on drugs. It's a good feeling, it almost feels as if it isn't real. It seems impossible for him to be real. Everything around us seems to pause. His lips work perfectly with mine and his hand is cupping my face so gently as if I would break with even the slightest amount of force. His hand is so soft and cold against my warm cheek, instantly causing me to relax even further in his hold.

He pulls away, causing me to pout and he stares into my eyes. Damn his eyes are beautiful. His chocolate irises and dilated pupils seem as if they're staring right into my soul, yet his gaze is so full of love, that even if he wasn't being super affectionate right now, I could just tell from his eyes how he feels. Suddenly, the gaze is broken when he looks down at my lips, and places another kiss against my own, then pulling away and resting his forehead on my forehead. "God, I can't stop kissing you." He breathes out, smiling his stupid gummy smile.

He is so precious. How am I still alive? I'm not even sure. After a few minutes of sitting in this awkward position, he pulls away and looks at the tv. "What movie are you wanting to watch?" I ask, placing my head on his shoulder as we both lay down on my bed. "Put whatever you want on, Jagi. I'll be good as long as I'm with you." I blush at his comment and put on a random movie.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, and I lay my head on his chest. Soon enough, I hear soft snores coming from Yoongi. The sound of his heart beat and his snores cause me to fall asleep right after.

taehyung: what’s the first thing you notice when a man approaches you?

jimin: the audacity.

Bruh I really just drew Yoongi for a tiktok 🤦

Or just go grow illegal plants so anyone who found it is charged with crime and the lawyer can dismiss their verdict as untrustworthy.

Taehyung: Remember, when burying a dead body, to cover it up with endangered plants so it's illegal to dig up. ; )

Jungkook *who just wanted to do gardening with Taehyung*

Jimin *who tagged along*:

Yoongi *who was forced into it*:

Why Haven't I Met You?