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Festive Feels | KNJ | Diwali Special
Pair: Namjoon x idol!reader
Summary: Namjoon and you go out on the streets of Seoul to celebrate the Festival of Light together for the first time. And as the night sky is adorned with dazzling lights and vibrant colours, illuminated with thousands of oil lamps, you rediscover the meaning of love and your connections.
Genre: Fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au
WC: 705
The city was alive with the warm glow of a thousand lights. Booths, people, and glowing lights brighten the heart of South Korea. In Seoul, amongst the vibrant colours and laughter, Namjoon and you walked hand in hand through the streets, enjoying the celebration of the Festival of Lights, Diwali.
As the both of you walked through the streets, the air was filled with the scents of the festive delicacies and you just couldn’t help but resist the temptation to indulge in some traditional Indian sweets and food. You’re eyes tilted upwards, watching Namjoon savour a piece of Kaju Katli, his eyes lighting up with delight at the sweetness that coated it.
Kaju Katli is a cashew fudge treat that is terrifically smooth, thin, and melts in your mouth.
“Oh, this is amazing,” He turned to you, mouth still full as he proclaimed his love for the food. “How have I never tried this before.”
You chuckled. “Diwali is all about sharing happiness and delicious food with our loved ones. So, this is perfect.” You leaned into his embrace. “Oh… the food.” Just the thought made you salivate.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the real magic of Diwali began. You pulled Namjoon onto a bridge. The cityscape slowly transformed into a wonderland as buildings, homes and streets started to be adorned with countless lights and festive decorations. It felt as if the city came alive for the festival.
You pulled Namjoon off the bridge, walking in the opposite direction, as the both of you found a quiet corner in a nearby park. People around you were lighting oil lamps and it was tradition to create beautiful rangoli patterns on the ground. Buying a few packets of rice, chalk powder, coloured sand, and flower petals, you headed over to a fairly empty walkway and started.
The both of you were eager to try your hand at it. Pouring small amounts at a time, colours painted the ground a beautiful shade as you carefully crafted intricate designs. Namjoon watched you intently, occasionally offering a helping hand.
As you worked, you explained the significance of rangoli to him. “These patterns are meant to bring good luck and ward off evil.” As you finish off another pattern, you continue. “They are also a symbol of hospitality, welcoming guests into our homes.”
Namjoon nodded, his gaze never leaving your hands as you worked skillfully to form a delicate lotus pattern. “I love studying about your traditions and I’m honoured to be a part of your Diwali celebration.”
With the completed rangoli sitting in front of you, the both of you lit up your oil lamps and placed them in the centre. The soft, flickering light created a magical atmosphere and you felt like you were sharing an intimate moment with your beloved amidst the grand celebration around you.
Children were screaming and adults were working around in the booths - but it felt like your own little bubble of peace.
As the night sky darkened, the fireworks illuminated the galaxy. You and Namjoon looked up, faces reflecting the vibrant colours and patterns that burst above you.
“It’s like a starry night but with so much more.” Namjoon remarked, arm coming around your waist to bring you closer to his body.
You smiled at his analogy. “Diwali is a reminder that light will always triumph over darkness - a time to celebrate new beginnings and the victory of good over evil.”
Namjoon leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m grateful to share this beautiful festival with you and I hope our love can shine as bright as these lights.”
Tilting your head up to meet his vulnerable gaze - your hearts connected. “Namjoon, our love has always been a beacon, guiding us through our darkest times. It was, is, and will always be.”
As you refocused your attention on the fireworks that painted the night sky with radiant colours, you felt a sense of unity and togetherness - reminding you of the beauty of sharing traditions and creating new memories with the one you love.
At that moment, you realise that loving truly was the most powerful light of all, illuminating your lives with warmth, joy, and endless possibilities.
Festive Feels | KNJ | Diwali Special
Pair: Namjoon x idol!reader
Summary: Namjoon and you go out on the streets of Seoul to celebrate the Festival of Light together for the first time. And as the night sky is adorned with dazzling lights and vibrant colours, illuminated with thousands of oil lamps, you rediscover the meaning of love and your connections.
Genre: Fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au
WC: 705
The city was alive with the warm glow of a thousand lights. Booths, people, and glowing lights brighten the heart of South Korea. In Seoul, amongst the vibrant colours and laughter, Namjoon and you walked hand in hand through the streets, enjoying the celebration of the Festival of Lights, Diwali.
As the both of you walked through the streets, the air was filled with the scents of the festive delicacies and you just couldn’t help but resist the temptation to indulge in some traditional Indian sweets and food. You’re eyes tilted upwards, watching Namjoon savour a piece of Kaju Katli, his eyes lighting up with delight at the sweetness that coated it.
Kaju Katli is a cashew fudge treat that is terrifically smooth, thin, and melts in your mouth.
“Oh, this is amazing,” He turned to you, mouth still full as he proclaimed his love for the food. “How have I never tried this before.”
You chuckled. “Diwali is all about sharing happiness and delicious food with our loved ones. So, this is perfect.” You leaned into his embrace. “Oh… the food.” Just the thought made you salivate.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the real magic of Diwali began. You pulled Namjoon onto a bridge. The cityscape slowly transformed into a wonderland as buildings, homes and streets started to be adorned with countless lights and festive decorations. It felt as if the city came alive for the festival.
You pulled Namjoon off the bridge, walking in the opposite direction, as the both of you found a quiet corner in a nearby park. People around you were lighting oil lamps and it was tradition to create beautiful rangoli patterns on the ground. Buying a few packets of rice, chalk powder, coloured sand, and flower petals, you headed over to a fairly empty walkway and started.
The both of you were eager to try your hand at it. Pouring small amounts at a time, colours painted the ground a beautiful shade as you carefully crafted intricate designs. Namjoon watched you intently, occasionally offering a helping hand.
As you worked, you explained the significance of rangoli to him. “These patterns are meant to bring good luck and ward off evil.” As you finish off another pattern, you continue. “They are also a symbol of hospitality, welcoming guests into our homes.”
Namjoon nodded, his gaze never leaving your hands as you worked skillfully to form a delicate lotus pattern. “I love studying about your traditions and I’m honoured to be a part of your Diwali celebration.”
With the completed rangoli sitting in front of you, the both of you lit up your oil lamps and placed them in the centre. The soft, flickering light created a magical atmosphere and you felt like you were sharing an intimate moment with your beloved amidst the grand celebration around you.
Children were screaming and adults were working around in the booths - but it felt like your own little bubble of peace.
As the night sky darkened, the fireworks illuminated the galaxy. You and Namjoon looked up, faces reflecting the vibrant colours and patterns that burst above you.
“It’s like a starry night but with so much more.” Namjoon remarked, arm coming around your waist to bring you closer to his body.
You smiled at his analogy. “Diwali is a reminder that light will always triumph over darkness - a time to celebrate new beginnings and the victory of good over evil.”
Namjoon leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m grateful to share this beautiful festival with you and I hope our love can shine as bright as these lights.”
Tilting your head up to meet his vulnerable gaze - your hearts connected. “Namjoon, our love has always been a beacon, guiding us through our darkest times. It was, is, and will always be.”
As you refocused your attention on the fireworks that painted the night sky with radiant colours, you felt a sense of unity and togetherness - reminding you of the beauty of sharing traditions and creating new memories with the one you love.
At that moment, you realise that loving truly was the most powerful light of all, illuminating your lives with warmth, joy, and endless possibilities.
Learning Flights | JHS
Pair: Hobi x reader
Summary: Tour life can be difficult and even the strongest relationships can be broken down when one is overwhelmed. Your attempts to voice your concerns about Hobi’s well-being were quickly shot down by the man himself.
Genre: Established relationship, angst, idol, BTS on world tour
WC: 1155
Hoseok has always been the sunshine of the group and an everlasting burning sun in your life. You have always loved his energy, optimism, and warm, infectious smile. You loved how he could always keep you on your toes and make you laugh. Not a single second with him ever turns boring.
And ARMY feels the same.
During his tours and performances, fan meets and videos, it was always a memorable experience for them to remember. It was no different for the current world tour that they are on. The tour has been a whirlwind of excitement and energy, with Hobi’s performances leaving ARMY asking for more. But behind those dazzling lights and loud cheers, you could see that something had changed in his usually vibrant demeanour.
From the packed schedules, late nights, and constant travel, you watched him struggle to keep up with appearances. You could see that the tour was starting to take a toll on him, fatigue creeping in almost after the performance finished. The underlying strain was leaving him more weary and irritable. And as usual, as his partner, you felt a deep concern for his well-being. Worried for him, you constantly try to check up on him but your attempts to voice your concerns have been mainly met with short, clipped responses or irritability.
One evening, as you sat on the tour bus, the weight of the tension between you began to feel difficult to bear. Hoseok had barely slept the night before and they had rushed over right after the performances. Everybody’s luggage was a mess as nobody had much time to pack due to the packed schedules. You knew that his patience was wearing thin as he had snapped at you for simple questions and comments.
It hurts to say, but it certainly stung.
But you didn’t let it show on your face. You knew that he was exhausted and not feeling his best. You knew that it was difficult for him and he needed to save most of his energy for his fans during the concerts. You could understand, but it hurts.
When you finally dared to ask him again, you reached out to touch his hand, “Are you okay, Hobi?”
His response was sharper than usual, edged with frustration. “Can you stop asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine, okay? Can’t you just give me some goddamn space?”
His harsh words hung in the air and you recoiled, blinking back your tears. You quickly sank back into the seat and stared out at the window, feeling the distance grow between you. You were hurt by his reaction and the swooning fans outside the bus had no idea what was happening on the bus. Not wanting to irritate him any further, you smiled at the fans. You didn’t want to disrupt the harmonious image that they have of BTS.
Slowly as the journey continues, you feel the distance between you grow. The weight of his words was pressing down on you and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bear the silence. After a while, far enough from the fans, you moved to the empty seat beside Jimin.
Giving you a sympathetic smile, Jimin opened up the blanket and offered you some space. You settled beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a sense of silent reassurance.
Just as you were about to fall asleep, Namjoon came over and sat down beside the both of you, occupying the seat that you sat on previously. He cast you a reassuring smile as he said, “I know Hoseok’s been a bit on edge recently, but it’s not your fault. He’s just tired and constant pressure can get to anyone.”
You sighed in Jimin’s hold as you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. “I know. I just don’t want to bother him when he’s tired.”
Namjoon gave you a knowing look but nodded all the same. “Hobi will come around, don’t worry.”
The rest of the journey continued in sombre silence, the members feeling the tension on the bus and constantly sneaking glances at the both of you. Jimin’s body was like a furnace and with the cold air blasting right above the both of you, it was a nice temperature for a cuddle buddy.
As the bus reached the next hotel, you waited for Hobi to step off before passing him his luggage. He looked worn out and weary, and for a moment, you hesitated. Placing down your hand that unintentionally reached out to him, you turned your back to him, deciding to retire in Jimin’s room today. The both of you were exhausted and having a conversation on what had happened now would not turn out nice. You hoped that Hoseok would come to you when he had some time to properly rest up and unwind.
Settling down for the night, Jimin was ordering some food from the staff who were going down to the convenience stores. A knock on the door startled you, and when you opened it, you were surprised to find Hoseok standing there with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry!” He swung into you, letting his full body weight onto your unsuspecting arms.
Jimin was standing at the television console, looking like a deer in headlights as he observed the situation between the both of you.
“I’m sorry! I know you meant well, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” Hobi sniffled. “Namjoon told me you were upset.”
He buried his face in your neck, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry I made you cry. I truly appreciate what you do for me, I really do! But… It’s just that sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I don’t always handle it well.”
You welcomed him into the room as you closed the door, giving Jimin a piece of dignity for his half-clothed body. Pulling Hobi into a comforting hug, you stroke his hair soothingly. “We all have our moments and I’ll always be here for you no matter what, okay? But it’s not healthy to bear everything yourself. That’s what I’m here for. Promise to tell me if anything is bothering you?”
Hobi nodded his head vigorously, arms coming around your waist to wrap you even closer. “I promise, promise. I love you.”
You smiled, rocking the both of you from side to side as his cries turned to sniffles.
You knew that the challenges of tour life can put a strain even on the strongest of relationships but you were certain that your love and willingness to communicate with each other will make it all worth it.
“I love you too, Hobi.”
You almost forgot Jimin was there until he made a gagging sound. “How long are you guys going to be at it? It’s making me feel painfully single.”
You chuckled.
“Please leave my room now that the both of you have reconciled. God, the tension was unbearable!”
A COLLECTION [ updated : 3 23 2021 ]
— STATUS ONGOING — NO REPOSTS didn’t write this for an unoriginal ugly ass hoe on wattpad to steal it !! — FACTS about this couple can be found under #ncouple ! — Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr
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Fictober 2/31: Pretty - JHS
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- Word count: 300 words
- Warnings: none, fluff. just you and hoseok being cute as heck!
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The moon was just beginning to rise in the sky, pretty reds and oranges being pushed down and suffocated by navy blues and blacks. As the final ray of sunlight disappeared, my bedroom door creaked open and revealed my disheveled-looking boyfriend mid-yawn.
“You couldn’t even wait for me to get home?” Hoseok jokes, throwing himself into my desk chair while attempting to untie his shoes. However, the messy knots barely budged, trapping him there until he gathered the power to just yank them off his feet, knowing full well about my distaste of outside shoes on my clean bedding.
“Got sleepy, sorry baby.” I hum back, tucking the duvet further up my chin and snuggling into the soft fabric.
“Just let me get these shoes off and I’ll join you, my love,” He pauses, giving one knot a particularly tough yank, “Anyway, how’s the prettiest person in the world doing?” His familiar heart-shaped smile cracks through, eyes crinkling as he laughs at his own pick-up line.
“I don’t know, how are you?” I’m barely audible in my reply yet he catches it nonetheless. Hoseok’s shoulders begin to rise as he tilts his chin closer to his chest, hiding within himself with cheeks as red as roses.
We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes until his shoelaces finally become unknotted (well, mostly) and he slides next to me in bed, tucking himself in under the duvet.
Without thinking, I begin to wrap my legs around his, pulling him closer until our noses touch in a gentle kiss.
“You’re pretty.” He whispers, brown eyes sparkling with the reflection of the stars through the window behind me.
“You’re prettier.” I whisper back, tucking the duvet and him impossibly closer to me.
“I love you, my moon.”
“I love you too, my sun.”
once, we...
pairing: im changkyun × oc (female) genre: husband! changkyun × wife! oc, established relationship, kind of a divorce au, little angsty, alcohol mentioned word count: 1270 summary: it would seem that what could go wrong when it comes to love? but in fact, literally, everything.
it would seem that what could go wrong when it comes to love?
but in fact, literally, everything.
someone had paris, milano, and all at once, but all they had was a backseat in his car. meetings when no one saw, because it felt wrong. vague feelings, because… because it was difficult.
and their first time in paris should have been different: they would have walked under the starry sky, through the dimly lit streets of the city and visit the eiffel tower － do all that cliché stuff. it literally had to be sprinkles, made of gold, pestered on top of her favorite ice cream.
but five years later, the gold has completely melted it seems.
the last joint events, still a family － still a husband and wife who are engaged in family business, － smiling at all those fake people, even though they are so alike now.
"it looks like they like us more than we do"
the room was dark and the only illumination was the moonlight pouring through the window. they sat in silence for a long time, hana pretendin to enjoy the view, and changkyun starring at the ceiling, glass by glass they drank a bottle of whiskey to the bottom. the first meeting with foreign investors was probably successful, hana did not pay much attention anyway, knowing that soon this business could be taken away from her or she would leave it willingly.
does it look like those years have gone for nothing?
definitely, there were ups and downs, happiness and grief, but hana did not expect such a collapse. and it's not that she was very emotional about it, just that there were no tears left to cry. after all, what's the point of them? tears won't bring back the time she spent, won't change their relationship.
(but just maybe…)
everything was decided that evening - divorce and no other options offered. and then, washing down her despair with the redness of wine, she told changkyun something she hadn't dared to for a long time.
"and yet, i loved it so much when you lied and then said you loved me. you've been spinning my head with this shit for so long, dear," hana came closer so that her voice could be heard, "that i stopped attaching importance to it,"
a bitter smile plastered on his lips, because changkyun understood the current situation better than ever. and five years with hana would end like this because of their mistakes.
"i'm going to bed, guess i had enough of your company today"
hana headed out of the shared hall to her door, but her husband didn't seem to notice her words, maybe he just ignored her, now he doesn't have to answer her.
"once you liked it"
the voice was a little hoarse due to the long silence, but still loud enough for hana to hear. sighing, she turned to look at him and was surprised that changkyun was staring at her back.
"once, we were generally happy with what we had, kyun, but as you can see, it's not the same now."
opening the door to the room, hana slipped inside in order to avoid this awkward silence.
"mrs. im, is there anything you want to add?" "mrs. im, do you like everything?" "would you like to change something here?'
their wedding was a complete mess. there are too many things to do, too little time and they are too much in love.
of course, hana and changkyun were nervous while preparing for the wedding, but still their feelings helped to cope with all the hardships. after a hectic day they could have dinner and fall on the bed exhausted, changkyun would kiss her temple, she would rub his cheek lovingly in response and they would just fall asleep in each other's arms.
and when both of them said "yes" on the wedding, it seems hana felt relieved since for awhile, she noticed how changkyun's shoulders straightened a little and he smiled at her. leaning closer, as it was commanded, he had kissed his wife, and hana believed that at that very moment she was the luckiest girl in the whole world, then they broke off and said "i love you" laughing.
they were so happy back then.
and now hana was in bed, room filled with her sobs and screams from nightmare's hold.
she didn't want to let him go, afraid that if she does, he would fall and it would be over. she begged changkyun to hold onto her hand and never let go, but his fingers treacherously slipped out of her grip and she screamed and asked to hold on tighter...
"hana, hana come on, hey, open your eyes..."
a low voice woke her insistently and when hana opened her eyes, she felt tears running down her cheeks and girl clenched sheets in fists tightly.
changkyun was sitting sleepily on the edge of her bed, a little worried, but still distant.
sitting, hana reached out for the glass of water, but it wasn't there, and her throat was absolutely dry. then changkyun handed her one, after taking a few sips, she whispered "thanks" and the guy was about to leave, getting out of bed.
she still remembered her nightmare, how she let go of his hand and lost it, and the girl herself did not understand that she actually grabbed his hand, changkyun's eyes widened with shock, so girl immediately removed her palm, apologizing.
wiping the tears from her cheeks, hana looked at him, the guy stood rubbing his wrist and awkwardly looking at the sheets.
"stay, please?"
he nodded in response, sitting down on the other side of her, after all, they were still husband and wife and shared the same bed for so long, that now it seemed absurd.
the girl laid back down, turning her back to him and suffocating silence really made the situation only worse.
"when it's all over… will you do the shit like french exit?"
he was quite for some time, looking at his hands, and hana realized that he was probably glaring at an engagement ring, yet both wore it.
"do you really think this is how we should end? because i don't see the point in it."
changkyun was right to some extent, hana was also thinking about what would happen if everything was left as it is.
"what if we try again, hana? it's not the first day we've been together, the fact that we've drifted apart can be fixed. we can go on a vacation, stay alone and just make things work again."
she didn't answer, biting her lip, because that's clearly not all he wanted to say. brushing black hair from his eyes, the guy looked at her and something in his gaze has changed.
"because i don't want to lose what we have." continued he instantly. "i like to wake up with my wife besides me, spend the weekend with her. and look where we are, in a damn paris, which you wanted to see. we could do whatever we want together, but why are we keep on ruining everything?"
their faces were very close to each other now, hana ran her fingers along his face and watched as he closed his eyes and clung to her palm. she moved a little closer and touched his lips, changkyun put his hand on top of her, stroking the soft skin.
"let's try again," he whispered.
"just don't leave again," she said in response, kissing him once more.