(17:27) Hair Dye.

“You do know you’re not actually a grandpa, right, Min?”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4K 

a/n: This scenario is inspired by Hozier’s “Jackie and Wilson” so if you know the song and the lyrics, you’ll probably pick up on bits of it throughout this. It’s basically just Yoongi and his partner being soft while listening to the actual Jackie Wilson. I hope you all enjoy!  As always, thanks for reading :)) 

TURNING over in bed, your eyes still stubbornly shut, you felt around for your boyfriend to cuddle into him. Your hand finding nothing but mattress and sheets, you groaned. Slowly opening your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness of the room, you scanned the empty spot next to you.

Reluctantly sitting up, you scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping the duvet around your shoulders, holding it together at the center of your chest. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you sat on the bed, your mind in a haze, Yoongi at the center of it. 

Standing up, you dragged your feet across the bedroom floor, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. As your mind woke up, you began to wonder where Yoongi was. He couldn’t seriously be in the studio already, could he? Growing more curious of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, you shuffled down the hallway, toothbrush still at work, stopping in front of Yoongi’s in-home studio, expecting to find him there. 

Peeking through the door, you found the room empty, the computer monitor’s screen black, no sign of activity since the previous evening. Pulling your eyebrows together, your confusion growing, you walked a little faster down the hallway, scanning the living room quickly, then the kitchen. Still no Yoongi, however, the coffee pot was on, nearly full minus one cup. 

Spitting the toothpaste out in the kitchen sink, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, inhaling deeply, calling out, “Yoongi,” on the exhale, dragging out the final vowel in his name. Freezing as you silently waited for a response, you pouted when you received none. 

As you swished water around your mouth, a knock on the glass panel of the sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen resounded throughout the room, your head quickly snapping towards the sound. 

Your eyes landed on Yoongi sitting in a patio chair, wearing an amused gummy grin with his hand held up waving cutely at you, the other hand wrapped around a coffee mug. Cocking your head at him, you took a moment to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, was outside on the deck at 8 am. 

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“You’re hot when you tell me I’m right.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive (bc why not xo) word count: 2.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I had this image in my head of Joon reading and Daisy coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him and him turning toward her to kiss her soooo this is a fic written purely so I could get that scene out into the world lol. Not much plot, just these lovebirds existing together at home. With Monie! That’s all, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

You were still drowsy as you wandered down the hall, Monie following closely along and just as sleepy. Yawning and rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you nearly turned into the kitchen until the sound of a page turning caught your attention. Namjoon’s dark hair was visible over the back of the sofa as he read a book, and the sight of him had your heart melting in content, happy to see him simply existing. No one deserved to just be more than him.

Kneeling down to the dog standing at your feet, you pointed in Namjoon’s direction. “Go get daddy,” you whispered to Monie, your eyes widening in hopes of transferring some excitement from yourself to the dog. “Go get him, go see dad.”

After a few seconds, the dog trotted across the floor until he sat in front of where Namjoon sat on the couch, and in another second, Monie was jumping onto your boyfriend’s lap. As the man greeted the dog cheerfully, you smiled fondly, admiring the man for his gentleness. He placed the book on the arm of the sofa, holding his place with a single finger between the pages as he dedicated his attention to Monie, scratching the dog’s face and neck.

Leaning against the wall and watching from afar, you listened as Namjoon talked to the pup. “Did you have a good nap? Yeah? You did?” He asked, his voice raised in pitch. “Is mom awake too or did you leave her?” Smiling, you stepped into the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water, one for you and one for Namjoon. A few more moments passed before his voice called out to you. “Babe?”

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😺🐰~

bodo this was intenseeee

four seven eight

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 12k

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

[ part one + intermission + part two + intermission 02 + finale ]

[ major angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), no cheating happens here btw, some rlly cute moments i swear, jk’s a cold lover, emotional constipation + breakdowns, allusions to anxiety + anxiety attacks, self-deprication n loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, eventual redemption in the next parts :) ]

notes: it’s finally out and i can’t wait for you to read!! this piece is my baby, the rightful successor to heartburn <3 i’m aware that the last time i wrote a mini-series it was rlly heavy, but please trust me when i say that this would be lighter <3

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :) | series masterlist

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“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you laugh”

Seokjin x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 1.4K

a/n: Here’s a Jinnie drabble where him and his s/o realize their in love while their laughing, which I think is freaking cute. The whole end of this is just them kissing and laughing. I don’t know, I just like the idea of Jin finding a partner who he can laugh and laugh and laugh with. Even when they’re trying to have a heated kiss. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Seokjin must have just told his ninth dad joke of the night, and you were both practically rolling on the ground, choking on your own cackles. Both of you were seated cross-legged on your sofa, facing each other. His face was lit up in delight as his eyes watched you, a loud laugh bursting from his grinning mouth. You were holding your hands over your wide smile, your eyes crinkled so much you could hardly see out of them, and an equally loud laugh booming from your vocal chords.

Looking at him, mid laugh. That’s when you knew.

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“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”

— Rumi

“That’s the only thing that matters, honey, for someone to see more in you than you thought there was to see.”

— Arthur Japin, In Lucia’s Eyes

bucket list (love triangle) - mark and haechan

summary - you have a bucket list of things you would like to do before you die.

bucket list

you rummaged through the drawer of your nightstand, tossing out old receipts, rubber bands, and other random knick-knacks that you really didn’t need but kept anyway “just in case.”

your fingers finally wrapped around a thick card-sized envelope and you yanked it out of the drawer triumphantly, instantly recognizing the pale yellow color and your name written on the outside.

a knock on the door made you spin around and instinctively hide the card behind your back. haechan opened the door, leaning casually against the doorway, and smiled gently at you in a way that made you forget you were supposed to be annoyed with him for how secretive he was.

“did you find what you were looking for?”

you nodded before walking out into the living room and sitting down on the couch. you patted the seat to you left and haechan obliged, sitting close enough that your thighs touched.

you did your best to ignore mark from where he was standing just a few feet away. he had insisted on coming with you to retrieve your belongings, for added protection and since haechan couldn’t drive.

“it’s the card my dad wrote for me when i was born,” you said quietly, your usual energy tempered. “it’s been a while since i’ve read it.”

your fingers trembled as you opened the flap of the envelope and slid the plain white card out, the only embellishment being a simple watercolor of a few hydrangeas on the front.

haechan hesitantly wrapped an arm around your waist, moving slowly and watching carefully for any signs that it would be unwelcome in the moment. he relaxed when you instinctively leaned towards him, the subtle shift in your body language not going unnoticed by mark from his position by the window.

“will you tell me about it?” haechan asked softly, seeming to have forgotten you weren’t alone.

you opened the card and ran your fingers down rook’s scrawl-like handwriting. you swallowed heavily to keep the tears stinging your eyes at bay.

“nothing to tell really, he wrote stuff about how much he loved me already and couldn’t wait to show me the world,” you said quietly, your voice breaking. you cleared your throat. “he wrote a list of things he wanted me to experience.”

you grabbed a pen from your purse and proceeded to cross out items on the list, stopping only to circle the last one.

fall in love

haechan leaned in closer, running his finger down the list of crossed out words before pausing on the last one and looking up at you quizzically.

your throat was suddenly dry. you dropped your gaze towards your lap. “jay doesn’t count,” you whispered. “that wasn’t love. my dad would want me to be with someone who loves me for me.”

haechan tilted your chin up with a finger so you were looking into his eyes again. “i hope one day i could be that someone,” haechan murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

your breath caught in your throat and you blushed under his intense glaze. “well, you’re certainly, um,” you paused and glanced away to collect yourself, making eye contact with mark inadvertently. your body tensed subconsciously, warring with itself to stay in haechan’s warmth and ignore mark’s magnetic pull.

you tore your eyes away from the pained look on mark’s face and forced a smile.

“you make it easy, haechan,” you said, your own smile growing genuinely in response to haechan’s, despite the soft bitter edge in your voice and how it cut through mark like a knife.

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