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insomnia ; kim namjoon
it’s your first night away from him, and you just cannot fall asleep.
↬ pairings ┇ boyfriend!joon x gender non-specified reader
↬ genre ┇ pure fluff, some attempt at comedy, long distance relationship, crack sope ((;
↬ word count ┇ a little over 800 words
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Thunderous claps outside your window pulled you closer into the duvet of your bed, allowing your own body heat to be your source of comfort between the sheets. You burrowed your head into the pillow as the weather bellowed; rain gushing onto roof as if about to break through any moment.
You sighed defeatedly, almost hating the way you had grown accustomed to Namjoon’s presence beside you in bed: though your insomnia was still apparent on some nights, there was no doubt that you’d gradually fallen asleep much quicker with him in your arms every night.
Though after knowing him for some time now, the pair of you had only been together for a few weeks — the timing of your budding relationship worked in your favour as BTS were on their break. Unfortunately, coming back to the real world, he was an idol with work to do, which eventually meant time apart. This meant that on your first night away from him, your body had sadly succumbed to the previous insomnia he had stripped you of for many nights.
You sniffled into your sleeve, grasping around in the bed to find your phone which you clutch at desperately to bring to your face. The light scorches your eyes as you fumble to turn the brightness down. The clock reads some time past 2am. Some calculating in your head leads you to believe it’ll be about 12am for Namjoon in his time zone. You unlock your phone and go straight to his speed dial, pressing video chat.
It rings for less than a second before he picks up. “Hi, Jagi.” His voice is in whispers, quiet as if to not disturb. His blonde hair peeks out from his hoodie that he’s very comfortably sat in on the sofa, making him look incredibly soft and cuddly. He offers you a sweet smile, and you die at the sight of his dimples. “Can you turn the light on, please?”
You realise he can’t even see you from the depths of your duvet. With some effort, you wiggle to the surface, reaching over the bedside table to switch on an electric candle that illuminates the bedroom with soft ambience. “Hi, Joonie.” His eyes light up when he finally sees you, bed head and all. He notices the weariness in your eyes and the tired smile gracing your lips, and he can’t stop the thought that runs through his head saying he’s falling in love with you all over again.
“Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, and he fakes a frown, “I’ll keep you company until you do.”
“How come you aren’t in bed?” He flips the camera to the bed across the room, and your eyes narrow on two figures, one lying across the other.
“It’s Sope. They took the bed so I get the sofa.” Part of you wants to laugh; the other part is upset your boyfriend doesn’t even get a bed whilst abroad. Namjoon seems to notice your concern, “It’s just a mix up, don’t worry. They’re sorting it out for tomorrow night.” Your lips purse and his look softens, “Hey, don’t worry, it’s comfortable.” The statement was said with so much passion, you’d think he was trying to convince himself.
With tiredness, your eyes shut momentarily, “You’re lying, aren’t you?” He cringes inwardly.
“Is it that obvious?” You nod. “Dammit.” The short scowl that leaves his lips sounds like a lullaby to you.
“Namjoonie?” a low, gruff voice calls out. Your boyfriend hums in return, his eyes averting from the camera. “Shut up.” You snigger a laugh, identifying the sleepy voice as Hoseok.
Your boyfriend seems to ignore him, turning his focus back to you, “The show was really good, baby. We had a bouncy castle!” You can’t help but notice how childish his manner becomes, and the sparkle in his eyes when he expresses his happiness. You’ve never wanted him in your arms more, especially now as you felt sleep creeping up on you.
You smile back after an extended yawn, “No way. On the stage?” He nods energetically. “That’s crazy, babe.”
“Mm, it was.” Namjoon pulls his hood down to ruffle his hair up, and if you had any more energy in you, you’d take a moment to ogle at how attractive the action was. He notices your eyelids droop, “Then Jimin-ah built a spaceship.”
You nod some more, nestling comfortably under the covers, “We all got in it and went to Mars.”
“That’s great, baby.”
“Yeah. Then we got ice cream and went to the alien zoo.” You mumble more agreement terms, Namjoon’s smile spreading across his lips. “Jin hyung looked like one of the aliens.” You quietly dropped into a long awaited slumber.
“We left Kookie behind though,” he murmurs softly. By this point you were lightly snoring, and Namjoon was doing everything possible not to break out into laughter for both the sake of you and the members in his room.
He can’t resist screenshotting your cute face, before whispering to you and ending the call.
“Goodnight, baby.”
for you ; jung hoseok
after all these years, you're surprised to find out the extent he'd go for you.
↬ pairing ┇ husband!hobi x gender neutral / gender not specified reader
↬ word count + genre ┇ just over 500 words of pure fluff !!
↬ avalyn’s notes ┇ i wanna marry hobi now ):
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It’s unfortunate that you leave work with a headache, surprisingly making it through blaring Friday night traffic without absolutely losing it. It feels like a blessing bestowed upon you by your ancestors when you arrive home, shuffling your shoes off with a sigh as you wearily drag yourself into the front room. Leaning against the doorway, you can’t help the smile that crosses your lips at the sight of the back of Hoseok's head: he's peacfully sat on the sofa, staring intently at what you can only assume is his phone in his lap. His caramel hair flops to the beat of the music that plays through his headphones. You were head over heels for your husband, and coming home to him waiting for you was nothing short of refreshing.
Trying hard not to make a sound, you walk around to his front, crawling over his lap and swiping the device from him; his cherry-vanilla scent welcomes you home. Hoseok mumbles something incoherent, but lets you lie across him without dispute, with your torso now across his legs, your feet at the other end of the sofa, and his phone in your hands.
Your eyes fix onto the screen, the glaring blue light doing nothing for your headache but increase your pain tenfold. Playing is a video of an earlier rehearsal, just your husband dancing passionately as his alias J-Hope. You smile, following his every movement; you’re so in awe that you focus only on the way his energy fuels him forward, until you squirm — Hoseok places the headphones on your ears. Your ears tune to find his voice, correlating with his moves that now hit each beat with such skill, though you can't recall the song.
"Is this a new song?" He shushes you, urging you to watch the whole thing. You hear whoops from other boys in the video but no one else dances or sings; it's just Hoseok, singing and rapping the whole song.
When the music finishes, the other members enter the back of the frame to clap and cheer. Your husband stands in position, out of breath, but gleaming. "Do you think they're gonna like it?" He asks Jimin, who approaches him to pat him on the back.
Your peer up at Hoseok to find he's already looking at you for approval, "It's beautiful. ARMY will love it.”
"It's for you."
You're taken aback, "For me?" He nods, and you simply tilt your head to push him for an explanation.
"This song, the choreography, I did it all myself. For you. Only for you. It's not being released or performed anywhere. Something just for you and I." The gasp that leaves your lips is quiet but audible. You can't hide the shock from the gesture, but you're overwhelmed with love for your husband.
"I love you. I love you, and I love this." You sit up onto his lap, your arms winding around his shoulders. "I can't believe you would do this for me." Hoseok chuckles as you begin to pepper trails of kisses all over his face; from his forehead to his cheeks (you pressed your lips to both) and to his neck.
His smile reaches his eyes as he glances down at you, "I adore you, Jagi. I'd do anything for you."
love you anymore ; kim taehyung
falling out of love is such a painful thing; telling him is even worse.
↬ pairing ┇ domestic!tae x gender neutral / gender non-specified reader
↬ rating + genre + warnings ┇ pg, total anGst, a break up, sad bbys ):
↬ word count ┇ drabble, just under 700 words
↬ avalyn’s notes ┇ u know what ,,,, i really thought id be awful at writing angst but im happier with this than my usual fluff
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“Mm, Jagiya?” Taehyung’s deep voice calls out to you as the door to your shared apartment clicks open. Your heart throbs at the nickname, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in what you refuse to acknowledge as regret. In the hallway, you hear your boyfriend shuffle his shoes off and place his belongings down.
Sinking into the armchair of your living room, you hope it would swallow you whole. “Ah, Jagi, I’m so tired.” He notices you slumped into the cushion and joins you, laying his head in your lap and stretching out his limbs, letting out a quiet groan.
You sigh. You allow yourself this moment — one last moment, with him.
“Today I was thinking about how much I love you,” he looks up to you, flashing you a childish smile that spread over his cheeks, “I don’t think I could love you anymore if I tried.”
“Taehyung-ah,” you call him under your breath. Your voice was shaky; no doubt he noticed the wavering tone as you avoided his eyes. He sits up abruptly, using two fingers to lift your chin gently from the ground, but your eyes still don't meet his.
“Jagi?” He’s concerned, and the way he snakes his fingers tenderly around your forearms almost makes you change your mind.
Almost.
Making up your mind, you close your eyes. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” You meet his gaze in enough time to see the moment his heart break, his eyes losing that sparkling glint you once loved and his lips falling into a frown you no longer wanted to kiss.
“Wh-what?” You rise and step away from his hold, and he subconsciously follows, leaning forward towards you, so you back away further. Taehyung’s arm stretches out to you, “Why? Please just stay and talk to me.” His voice is strained, like his throat is void of anything but emotion.
Fiercely, you shake your head, fighting back tears you knew would never spill. “I’ve made my decision.”
His expression quickly contorts from pain to jealousy, “Are you leaving me for him?”
Your eyes widen as you cock your head. “Who?”
“Jin,” he says with newfound spite, as if he wills for that to be the answer. “You're breaking up with me to be with him.”
“No, Tae, why would I ev-”
“Makes sense,” he scoffs, and the tone of his voice stings. You know it’s his defence mechanism but you can’t deny the pain his words inflict.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argue. “He’s my best friend!”
“I’m supposed to be your best friend!” He yells, though you’re unsure whether he meant to. An unknown fire fuels his eyes, and you’re surprised. You’re scared. This two-year long relationship didn’t have to end so sourly, but it wasn’t purely all your fault.
“I can’t be with someone that’s never here,” you mutter under your breath, but he catches it.
Taehyung massages his temples, screwing his eyes shut momentarily, deep in thought, “This is my job. This is my life.”
“Those are two different things, Taehyung.” You're trying. You're reaching; you told yourself you wouldn't. A helpless sigh leaves your lips, “There’s no him. There never was. It was always you. I fell in love with you.”
His eyes are low lidded, his expression weary, though you no longer feel the need to cup his face and console him, “Then what happened?” he whispers, as if he doesn’t even want the answer.
“I don’t love you anymore.” You don’t look up -- you can’t. You know what you’d do if you did, and you’d gone too far to go back. You didn't want to go back. There was no more regret: no more remorse for the man you no longer loved.
The pain in your chest is too much. You didn't know heartbreak was a physical pain, but you felt your heart sobbing more than you were in that moment.
You tune out his soft yet incoherent muttering, turning away from him for the very last time, swiftly grabbing the bag you pre-packed before heading for the door.
"Goodbye, Taehyung."
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