✿AOMG Baby✿

"Boys are in rooms 752, 204, 205, 206, 2-0-......."

Your mind began to wander around the tightly packed model UN field trip as your history teacher, and chaperone, began to tell room numbers.

Your club, even tough the biggest, was somehow stuck In the smallest room for caucus, aka roll call.

"Girls are in 751, 203, 202, 450, 451....."

Realizing that you would most likely be nowhere near your best friend, and particle only friend junmyeon(considering only 3 rooms were near the boys, and one of those were the two accidental secluded rooms), you pouted and looked around the room for him.

Ever since the third grade, you’ve been joined at the hip. But In the 7th grade, you both decided to be distant and school and close at home, and as his best friend, you were ‘fine’ with it.

Him and his large group of popular friends were in the middle of the room, as you sat in the corner, surrounded by B.O, and your lonelyness. Your idiot debate partner and roommate (and only friend here other then junmyeon) was M.I.A This morning, so safe to say, you were totally fucked into rooming with a stranger.

You looked at him, and he looked good. He was in a crisp all black suit with a perfectly bleached white shirt with a gold colored silk tie(which matched your button down shirt), and had a innisfree eco hankies he stole from you tucked in his pocket like a handkerchief. and it was like kryptonite. There was some weird sexual tension between you. Two lifelong best friends, whos moms were best friends, managed to stay close even as he began to become a popular jock and you stayed a nerd, were cliche as the day is long, and weirdly atracted.

Junmyeon looked at you and bit his lip softly, before pointing at his phone and nodding.

'Lonely?' He typed.

'Yea' you responded numbly.

'Miss u' he said, smirking while his friends teasingly asked who he was texing, wich he shook off with a "no one, just a rando"

'U 2 hoe' you typed, and smiled.

And of corse, he smiled.

Even though he kept your friendship a secret, you were still the only thing he wanted. It was animal, pure emotion and sexual ties. He wanted you, but he was too damn scared to make a move or touch you.

The chaperones bean raddleing off names and numbers, as you prayed and listened for you and junmyeon.

"L/N, the single in 751 being your girl bailed this morning" now yelled.

Oh, is this hope? Because junmyeons roommate, kris, bailed too.

"Kim... no not you David, junmyeon. 752" the same yelled.

'YEA BOI' he texted excited.

'Woah there tiger' you giggled and smiled, and he smiled back too.

-

The day was reletebly uneventful. Like every school hotel trip, dinner was quiet. Meeting some fellow shy kids from daegu, you all sat on the edge of the pond at dinner until junmyeon whisked you away to play poker with him and his new friends in the hall, all of wich who flirted at you.

After your shower, you began some Late night Unpacking- and it went smoothe until you realized something terriable- you forgot scruffy.

So of corse, mid panic, you picked up the hotel phone and called junmyeon.

“Junmyeon?” You whispered

“Y-Yeah Y/N. You ok?” he grumbled.

“I forgot scruffy”

“What the fuck is- wait the stuffed animal I got you in 5th grade?”

“Y-yeah I can’t sleep without cuddleing something”

“Fuck. Come cuddle me. Come over" he mumbled

"Cant"

"Do it. Now"

And the obident friend you were, you ran across the hall, and flew into the back room.

-

“Climb on in” He said, in his raspy voice as you closed the door. You climbed into his bed, and you swore his sheets were softer then yours were.

His muscular body radiated heat, so warm and inviting. Wrapping your hands around his waist, you smiled leaning your head onto his warm, bare back. He smiled very widely at the warmth engulfing him-and now you too. "I missed you Y/N” he said in his spoken but raspy voice. He was saying your name more for himself, then you. In that moment you realized he was shirtless- and how many back muscles he had. How hot. ''Me too, junmyeon" you hummed against his back, slowly letting each letter fall from your lips.

"Hey Y/N..." he mumbled, as he began to turn around and face you.

His face was pratcily glowing in the reflection of the window.

"Hm?" You mumbled, looking in his praticly black eyes.

“We’re not friends” He said calmly, maki your heart race in panic. “W-what? I-I’ll go” you said, on the edge of tears in panic.

“No. Stay. I me t something else” he said softly."I love you" he continues, turning, and tightening in your arms. "I-i love you too" you said back softly.

“No... I- I mean it. Not like family like-Like”

“You don’t have too finish” you said softly, shyly.

“I want to kiss you” He said softly. “May I?” He added.

“Of corse”

“Your fucking perfume drives me wild. I want to go steady... do you want to? With me?”

“Yes” you answered, softly and breathlessly.

In which Seokjin,

A young singer from Ireland Gets pregnant by a mystery man in the summer of 1979,

By one of three affairs he had.

1- Park JiMin, a banker SeokJin met and had a one night stand with in Paris on his way to Greece.

2-Min Yoongi, a young adventurious sailor who took SeokJin to the Greek island of kalakari.

3-Kim NamJoon, A young, handsome, archicect who he met on the island of kalakari.- the problem was, he was engaged to a woman back home in England.

And when his Son, JungKook is 20 and becomes engaged, he begins to search for his father when he finds a diary, from 1979, in which Seokjin writes of 3 men.

Kim Namjoon,

Min YoonGi,

And Park JiMin.

So he invites all 3 to his wedding.

The door opened in a soft creek at 2 am.

“Jaebum?” You yelled lightly into the Abis.

You decided to stay in the hotel for the night, during his release party of what he planes to be his American break.

You loved this hotel.

This was the hotel where you shared with hoodie while filming the solo video when you and jay were still ‘just friends’.

This was the hotel where a skyline first made you cry.

This was the hotel where you first kissed jay.

So to you, someone who as much as you supported your boyfriend hated bars, this was a natural idea.

Sitting in a soft cashmere knit sweater and cotton PJ shorts, you were reading while ‘pretty woman’ played in the backround, with a messy bun, as you had expected your boyfriend to not be back for atleast a few hours.

“Hey honey” he responded, as he panted loudly throwing his bag down. This was not normal. He walked into the bedroom looking completely disheveled. “Jaejae... are you okay? How was the party?” You asked, closing the book and giving your boyfriend all your attention.

He just responded by face planting into the bed and moaning loudly. He smelled good. Clean. Must have showered before leaving the venue. Atleast he’s not gross and beer-y.

“Baby” you chuckled, pulling his head into your lap. “What’s happened?” You asked, as you began instanctively running your hands thought his long black locks to calm him.

“Nothing good! It was a mess!” He yelled softly, sadness across his face which broke your heart. “I had 2 guys dry humping girls in my stage, so guess who’s probably a new enemy of me too, the venue was over crowded and way too much smoke in the air, and guess what showed up?” He said. “Jay z?” You aksed hopefully. “No! A pedophile” he groaned. “6-9” You aksed, to which he nodded and screamed into you leg. “Oh- and some girl spilled two bottles of soju on my head as I was leaving screaming ‘oooh let’s go party- hence the shower’” he groaned. “My poor boy”

You started taking off his chain for him, and taking out his earrings and he smiled up at you. “L/N Y/N, are you taking care of me?” He smirked. “Y-you looked tired” you blushed. “No. Keep doing it. Your making my bad night a little better. Hey- I love you” he smiled, as suddenly, despite the age in his face and more tattoos you knew what you saw, the boy you fell in love with, in this NYC hotel, while shooting solo.

Your Park JaeBum.

So I have this idea y’all

Loosely based on the song big ole boss by djloaf

So (memb/mb) is this spoiled rich kid kid with 2 rich brothers and they all have a reputation to be dick heads, but m/b is known to be the worst, most sexist, jerk.

So one day he gets this new assistant. As he sees her she keeps to her self, wears looser clothes, and only speaks in the most perfect Korean with no sootori.

But one day he sees her at the gym he just started going too.

Now enter her, and her croped gift shop t shirt top, with high waisted leggings hugging just right.

Plus her shoe game right.

But while he’s alone, yelling in the phone, she’s social, friendly and somehow always surrounded by hot forgin students.

Him, this bratty millionare, who won’t even lend his brother 2$ for a soda, falls for her, who is by no means rich, but is still supporting her whole family on her shit 35K a year salary.

We are running so fast and we never look back

Jimin

☆ hates the suburbs with a passion

☆even though he lives in the most boring town ever

☆ always riding around on that damn bike with that damn boy on the handlebars

☆ ‘such a sweet boy’

☆ ‘Straight a student’

☆’innocent’

☆lmao he’s a fukboi

☆ meanwhile he’s smoking kush on the porch swing, sending hot guys from other schools his dick.

☆ annual family trips to California, Paris and London.

☆super well dressed but everyone thinks he’s straight

☆ mommy and daddy made too much money

☆so they buy his affection

☆and he leads 2 lives because of this.

☆ plays baseball in the spring,

☆ bums out at football games in the fall

☆catchfases include:

☆ “I hate white picket fences with a passion”

☆ “I’m.so.lit.right.now-I’m.so.lit”

☆ “this is so fucking cliche”

☆ “Gucci gang”

☆ “how American of you”

☆ national honor society president

☆ a ello hablan espanol, muy bueno, y sacar buenos notas.

☆ Spanish club

☆ business club

☆ youth and government

☆art club

☆special needs buddies club

☆ every club

☆ except GSA

☆ He dosent want to blow his cover.

☆bc he’s still in the closet.

Taehyung

☆ football team

☆poor dairy(milk) farmers only son.

☆’a true American wholesome boy’

☆ but his dad isn’t exactly around

☆lives with his ‘momma’, ‘big sissy’s’, his niece, his ‘nana’ and ‘pop pop’

☆ low key envies Jimin

☆’but nana always said money don’t buy love’

☆he kinda has that preachers daughter thing

☆v innocent by its sexy on him???

☆and is obviously a virgin

☆all the girls in his church/school/planet want to fuck him silly

☆ dosent do much other than toss that pig skin and skate sometimes

☆ kinda a skater boi but dosent dress like it.

☆but is actually a giant softie.

☆v cuddly

☆v clingy

☆verbally affectionate always to everyone

☆His small lil farm house bedroom is covered in ceiling stuck on glow stars bc there pretty and he has big dreams

☆ v religious mom

☆she teaches sunday school

☆ he works at the local grocery store to support his family.

☆ loves little kids

☆ doesn’t pay attention in escuela

☆but pays the bills

☆ church every sunday

☆ Catchfazes include

☆ “put that down, [nephews name]!”

☆”can’t gotta be at work after practice”

☆ “no thanks I don’t smoke”

☆ ‘ma! Little baby Jesus ain’t gonna save my slut of a sisters ass from getting pregnant again!’

These two

☆ jimins parents made him get a summer job

☆teach him humility

☆the real world

☆ worked the register next to taehyung

☆’omg that boy is so cute-

☆-omg hes do nice to the little kids’

☆ they just stared at each other for 3 months

☆too scared to say hi.

☆these two dorks are so shook and soft for each other I can’t even

☆suddenly the Suburbs are a lot more fun.

☆ then September came around.

☆ honor society sells concessions at football games.

☆so Minnie as TaeHyung called him in their minimal conversations was there ofc.

☆ ‘woah Jimin goes to my school’

☆ “lookin sharp taehyung” jimin yelled, almost out of body

☆and was like fuck that was gay

☆and the quarterback smiled and winked, waving.

☆ but jimins like ?? Was that-the gay??

☆and tae wants to die of embarrassment like wtf I’m scared what if my momma saw?¿?¿

☆ but then there okay

☆bc now there talking-just in the hall.

☆’nice hair, jimin’

☆’nice face’

☆’nice but’

☆but it’s okay.

☆ bc after a few awkward weeks they start going out.

☆kinda secretive but very commited to eachother

☆ Like Idc that nobody knows about us but don’t you dare look at that boy I’ll kill him and fuck you so hard you know your ass belongs to me

☆ him and jimin lie in his bed looking at the stars and talk about their dreams and it’s v intimate.

When I started working for the jay park, I got a million warnings from anyone and everyone.

He’s selfish

He views relationships as transactional

It’s not personal

He’s a liar

Don’t trust his words

But no one prepared me for the real jay park.

Who was sweet,

Kind,

Funny,

A soft sigh of relief left your lips as you herd the director yell ‘cut!’. Finally, part of this hell was over.

As jay sat up and began to leave the set, maybe one girl put on the silk robes left for them. And she, well, well just say modified it.

It’s not to say you were jealous. A year or too ago, you might of worried that jay would find someone better and leave, but now, that wasn’t even a worry. Cheating wasn’t even in his vocabulary. When he was single, he was someone totally different from relationship jay.

Among the 30+ girls in tube tops, bikinis, denim thongs, and lingerie, there were maybe 3 not. One being Simon D’s 17 year old intern Mia, who was scrambling to bring girls water, ‘fit tea’, and iced coffee, The assistant director Hwayoung, a 47 year old lesbian, and you, Jays girlfriend, in the corner of the sound stage in a biggie smalls hoodie, white converse and dark grey leggings, with your hair tied into a messy bun like for every other video shoot.- bum wear.

Jay used to joke, saying that ‘if you lied to you mother about what he was doing, he was surely in the wrong’. Well, right now, you were telling your mother you were in the studio.

“Hi princess” he smiled softly as he walked over to you, assistants hurrying to put a robe on his back and tell him what time he had to do in the next scene, fleeing as he came face to face with you, sitting down on the couch you were in and climbing under your fluffy pink Sherpa blanket. “How’s my baby girl’s day goin?”. You laughed softly as he warped his arms around you, gently kissing your neck affectionately and clicking off your phones power, gently putting it down. “Pay attention to meeeee” he whined. A soft giggle left your lips as you responded “I’m okay” smilingly. He started asking how your mom was, being he saw the message header seconds ago, when a girl in pink panties and denim thong shorts, walked by. Her jewelry jingled as she waved at jay flirtatiously.

You always had a tell when you were self conscious. It was that your shoulders tensed, and your arms pulled closer, like a way to hide. “Jagi” He said softly. “Are you-does /this/ bother you?” He asked worriedly. You shook your head and smiled half heartedly. “It’s fine, jæjæ. Y-your a rapper, you’ve got girls, it’s good for the videos, I guess- d-don’t worry about me” he chuckled and shook his head, his lips pressing a peck to your forehead. “Y/N. Tell me how you feel, I just want to know.” “I just- I don’t like watching other girls grind on you, and flash their tits, and it just- jay I know that were each others, and your faithful but I just don’t like competition”.

After a second of silence, jay wrapped his arms around your tummy, squeezing softly and shoving his head into the junction of your shoulder, and kissing sucking. After a second she stoped, and smirked. “Do you know how Fucking good you smell? God it’s so sexy. No one else smells like this it’s the best perfume ever. And nobody’s skin is as soft as your I swear- and also, look how cute you look like damn if I had time I’d take you to my dressing room and- actually we have 10 minutes and I’ve got condom let’s go” he said quickly rambling and getting up, pulling you along. “Babe- I don’t want anyone else”

~I love you, you already know oh oh oh~

I locked my jaw angryily looking at jay as he drove at lightning speed past palm trees and brightly lit strip malls we’d spent house fooling around in. “It’s 2 am slow down, dumbass. People are drunk” I said, returning to looking out the window.

That little cunt

Ever since he’s been living with me he’s been like this.- actually that’s a lie. He’s never like this.

Never been this... cunty.

Every fucking night he drags me to party’s id much rather sit on my couch during. He’s always got a drink in his hand and 4 girls half naked- tits and ass out, on his lap, as i sit there with his keys and a glass of water, watching. I don’t think I’ve slept in my own damn house for more then 4 nights this month. It’s fine, he takes atleast 1 girl home, (if It’s a slow night), fucks her in MY house, and I charge my hotel room to his credit card.

But tonight I ‘lived a little’ as he told me to 24/7. I wasn’t dressed like a slut, in fact some girl who called me a slut in the bathroom after seeing me hug jay said I was dressed like a nun,(like usual). But tonight, I talked to the bartender and danced with him a little. He was sweet, and funny, and we had a good time together. And then bitchy little park jaebum grabed my arm and said ‘were going home-now’

“are you gonna say something or just sit there like an ass?” I said annoyed. Cuntface. “Shut the fuck up, slut” he snapped, before speeding up.

Jays never cursed at me. Not like the usual, ‘asshole’ ‘bitch the fuck’ or notmal, playful stuff. Not like, ‘your a slut’ “fuck you, asshole” I snapped back. We sat in silence for the next 10 Minutes, finally getting back to my house.

“You live in my house for free, fuck sluts in my guest bedroom every night, and have the Fucking nerve!” I yelled.

I quickly opened my side door and slammed it shut, but accidentally closed my finger. The last thing I herd as I started crying and screaming in pain was jay woriedly screaming my name.

-

Forcedly sitting on my counter, jay had my hand in a bucket of ice water, looking for the medical kit under the counter. “G-ah-go-go to sleep jay I’ll be-ow-fine” I said, attempting to be alone. “Shut up. A), Your not and B), just because I’m mad dosent mean I won’t take care of you. Your my-my Best friend” he said, his face softening at the end.

Big L

Friend zoned again.

Maybe this situation would make more sense if I explained that I’m in love with my best friend.

After a few minutes he sighed. “Maybe this happened for a reason. We needed to calm down” he sighed. “Your fingers fine, cuntface” I said again, still angry. “I’m sorry, okay?” He said, huffing. He put his hand on my wrist. I flinched a little, just by reflex to a guy touching me at all. I’ve been like this since high school, and jay is the only person who knows why, for a million obvious reasons.

“Can I see your hand please? I’m not gonna hurt you” he clarified. I nodded softly. “The airs gonna hurt, okay? Your gonna cry, but I need to see your hand to see if i need to chop it off” he said, smirking the last two words and changing from his serious attitude in the beginning of the sentance, taking a steak knife out of the drain board, sucesfully making me laugh.

Carefully, he took my hand in his palm, and I let out a whimper, my other hand gripping his shoulder. “Let it out, ooohhh inhale, exhale” he said, softly. I started to breathe as jay looked at the blood pooling beneath my nail. He duped my hand in the ice for a secound before wrapping my finger in a bandage tightly, dropping it in ice again.

“Breathe. All done, princess” he smiled, filling a new bowl with ice, as the old was now melted. He carefully transferred hands.

“-we need to talk, though” he said seriously as I slowly, with my ice bowl walked to the living room. I didn’t need the bucket anymore, so I placed it on the floor and stood up facing jay.

“Go” I said annoyed.

"I'm realy sorry I blew up earlier it's just-" he starte but I wanted to say my peice. "Do you want to know why I was mad? Because you can fuck a 100 girls a day but I can't dance with one fucking guy" I said agravatedly. "Yoo-your not my dad" I said softly. "I'm sorry, princess- if k knew it bothered you-" "if you knew it bothered me? First, stop calling me princess. We're not a thing. And secound if all, I can't sleep in my own fucking house, of corse it bothers me" I said, still pissed.

"If you let me explain-" he started. "It's just, Ive been trying to hide something for years, and I've been with all these girls, it's just-" "oh my god are you gay?" I gawked. "What? Fuck no. It's just, for years I've been trying to find other girls, or love other people, but I can't. There not attractive as you, and there not as kind as you, or as sexy as you p, and I-I'm in love with you" he said, flat out.

I stood there slack jawed.

"All this time..." I signed, in shock.

"All this time, Ive felt the same way, and I've had no idea"

I smiled, and he pulled me close and kissed me.

"I'm realy happy we got into that fight" he mumbled.

-horny Seokjin

-yoongi and his cat

If there was really an eighthmamber, it might as well have been you. You were like the personal slave to bts, but it had its perks. You got to watch the most amazing boys in the world thrive. Unfortunately, it had its downsides. Watching those boys constantly collapse.

This was always a problem, but especially this tour. Jungkook was frail and small, even though he said would never admit it. But you didn't see him as week. No, to you this made him look stronger. Your baby just needed a little, help. "Jeonguk!" You yelled, slapping cold water on his face checked for him to be overheating, again. He was, of corse. You pulled off the sweat drenched tshirt, yelling at Yoongi to grab a clean one as you supported his head, a staff member literally pumping air into his lungs with a respirator.

Not again.

Chile was hotter than hell. You and Jin practically predicted this, but nobody listens to your pleas to stay hydrated. You were everything to BTS during tour. Tour manager, food delivery, last minute makeup artist and stylist, nurse, and of course the girlfriend of the Makane. So here you were, performing almost every roles once, taking care of Jungkook who was barely breathing. Finally, you and a staff member got him up. "J-Jagia it hurts" he whispered in your ear as you hugged him, pulling a clean black tshirt over him. "I-I know" you responded. He was in so much pain, he didn't need to hear your emotional pain right now. His one passion was killing him. "I can figure it out kook jimin can fill in-" "no hyung it's fine. I-I'll be okay" he said mumbled. Suddenly you found yourself in the shoes of tour manager. "Remember the formations we created in case anyone collapses? Well today's the day boys. No stupid movement for you kookie. Nobody over exert themselves. It's hot, and your probably all a little dehydrated by now too. So help me god if you do any more movement than the minimum, understand?" You yelled at all the boys, who worriedly nodded as you called a team of medics to ready a room as the boys went on stage.

With the help from a backup dancer, Jungkook hobbled behind the stage, collapse into your arms, allowing you to walk him to the room. “Y-Yeabo I feel like I'm on fire help me” he wined, barley above a whisper in your ear. “We're gonna get you help baby I promise I know it's bad but it's just like the other times when namjoon collapses, and he's fine after right?”. The words burned to speak but were what was necessary now.

They began to clear the room, but Jungkook was barely speaking coherently and yelled for you and jimin to stay. So here you are, You and jimin sat nervously watching the team lie him down and start to work quickly. “H-he looks so innocent like this y/n, I almost forgot that he's just a baby” jimin said softly. You nodded as you worriedly watched as he would mumble JiMin's name and yours, causing you both to constantly remind him that you were there. His best friend and his girl friend, his only concerns. “Worry about your body kookie” you reminded him. ice was being packed everywhere and fans were on high, as you were about to cry. Jungkook was more stubborn by the minute, namjoon was about to have a mid life crisis as the leader, and Jin was yelling at the boys he saw as brothers-even Yoongi. Tension was high until a saint of a medic popped it. He went to remove his socks and Jungkook mumbled not to. “Is your pride in your socks?” He teased, and suddenly all 8 of you laughed, teasing Jungkook like any other day, and the night got better from there. Soon, Jungkook was up and walking, being stupid again, being okay, being Jungkook. Everyone went to a room for an interview and was so proud and smiley, saying how much of a champ he was. Jimin was beaming as he retold stories, and you watched from the back and smiled. Even if you were in the background you were still there, and it was all you could ever want. Perfect.

♡ The Love started when you were young

♡ like realy young

♡ highschool young

♡ you were 15 and so was he when you 'met'-and by met I mean he just stared at you shyly for months bc he was angstious

♡he was a new trainee, and girls were flocking to him and he, being shy, hated this new popularity. He just wanted to be a quiet nerd, with a beautiful geeky girlfriend in fact he fantasized about the quiet life he wished the two of you had.

♡you were a new student in his highschool. Aperently you dad was some businessman who moved your family to Seoul for work, after you grew up in England, Rome, France and Singapore.

♡you were v shy.

♡ just like him- the him he liked and felt like home.

♡you had a cute lil stutter and blushed a lot, and he was obsessed (in a non creepy way)

♡he would just daze off lovingly and smile at every little thing you did.

♡so he was just so drawn to you

♡ you, little ole you, sitting with your head in a book drinking little sips of your aloe, taping your clean nails against the table, trying to keep to yourself so the queenkas wouldn't pick on you again.

♡he thinks your super pretty.

♡and of corse you think he’s handsome I mean he’s beautiful

♡He was so angstious he asked makeup noonas for help, like how do I talk to a girl anbunch of 19 year old boys raised me ahhhim scared.

♡he would just come up to you on a rainy day when a lot of kids didn't come in- less fear that day.

♡maybe 10 other people in the normally 100 person cafeteria. Rich kids don't come on in the rain.

♡"Hey" "o-oh H-Hey"

♡ "can I sit here?"

♡ "O-oh Sorry I'll move"

♡"no I ment with you"

♡"o-oh"

♡and boom, he fell hard in love, and you hated were scared to admit that you did to.

♡his first love and is last.

♡ after a few months of sitting, staring, and asking the time/date/your ringsize and how you like ya eggs in the morning after the good good he confessed.

♡but see, he was about to debut as an idol at that time.

♡you all ready knew how hard it was for him to do this, he called you his only escape a million times

♡ you decided to date in secret, or Just keep doing what you were doing. You grounded him, kept him sane.

♡it was hard, but here you were, blood sweat and 2 years later and he was admiting to his members.

♡ "hyungs theres a girl. I-I love her"

♡they were sceptical ofcorse.

♡ like who the fuck is this gold diggin hoe after out Kookie. They thought any girl the makane would be home would be a bitchy mrs popular, and only after fame.

♡’there just after your fame, jeonguk’ hoseok said softly, not to upset the baby.

♡”no hyung she’s different-she's Y/N, you don't get her"

♡but then they met you and they got it.

♡you were v sweet and v shy and v cute

♡Kookie met the only person ever shyer then him. To the boys they were like ¿?¿wow?¿? clone much?¿?

♡ you literally used him as a human shield, and bowed while formally addressing the members. Always using honorifics and it was so funny to them bc you were like when they first met kookie.

♡"oh my fucking god these dorks"- yoongi

♡like Namjoon was shook after watching you two talk in Jungkooks room, which you thought was private. After he was like this girl realy loves Jungkook

♡ you had a heavy stutter and hugged Jungkook in a clingy koala way when you talked to him, looking up at him, deep in his eyes, as he played with your hair.

♡and it made Kookie gush like ahhh my baby's so cute.

♡you were the only person ever who saw him as big and strong, and he ate that sit up. Ｌｏｖｅｄ it

♡ "I-I don think they like me, jeo-kookie" you said, with a few tears.

♡a-and I know how much you love them like brothers and I don’t want to devide you all”

♡"why? What's not to like? It's you Jagi"

♡ "I-i don't think they think I'm good enough. Their right your so handsome Jungkook you could get a queenka if you wanted but your wit-"

♡he kisses you and shuts you up.

♡ "I love you. And I'm with you because I want you, only you. They don't love me for me, but you do, baby. I'll be by your side forever" "promise?" "I'll die on that promise. Your my life"

♡ you hugged him and he smiled. "They'll come around to you. Your the best. I know that will"

♡'ok boys she's good enough'-Namjoon

♡ you almost broke up once, tho

♡you did it to protct him, his image, his brand and his fandom. Gf= bad

♡he didn’t like the idea and neither did you, but you insisted even though it hurt like a knife to the heart. It was so fucking hard on you. You didn't leaves your bed, just crying for 2 days.

♡ but two days later he want having it. He herd about your state from your sister and he wa steady to kill the jerk who hurt you so... himself?

♡never gonna give u up

♡it was like a movie, crying in the rain and hungrily kissing. "I love you your never leaving me again"

♡ that night you got back together you shared your first time in a hotel room

♡yes it was very romantic and sweet and emotional and the aftercare was on point and you just cuddled him as he whispered in your ear about your future for hours and it was so wpsweet hou criend and it was just beautiful.

♡ next day Jungkook had they glowy 'I just got fucked' look

♡they were on set for a mv, And as grown ass men they know that look.- the 'I just got fucked look'

♡’yall finaly fucked?’-Hoseok

♡’no hyung we made love’

♡ and your were a little bit more confident after that

♡meaning that now you too, believed in your love and would fight for it! This was it!!!

♡ so you did.

♡ flash forward to age 20

♡blood sweet, and 5 years later (lol).

♡ management just found out about you

♡in a realyyyyyy bad way

♡ you got stabbed by a saesang in a grocery store when you kissed Jungkook as he petted your tummy affectionately.

♡ but it's even worse-don't tell anyone it's a secret- Shh your 9 weeks along

♡yEs I mEaN pReGgErS

♡ Jungkook called management crying

♡he spilled all about y'all (except the baby thing)

♡like ‘I might loose everything hyung' (exact words to Namjoon later)

♡ and of corse they handled international police on the crazy bitch for him while making arrangements for the best suite in the hospital.

♡ considering how Namjoon flies into bangs office yelling about how great you are you were now family to big hit.

♡all 6 boys vouged for you as family

♡ VVVIP epward secured for ya post op- aka after surgery

♡3 longggg (6 hours plus, like 20 hours of surgery) surgeries.

♡ Jungkook was a mess.

♡first two were the riskiest. And he cried for hours.

♡ spent that time explaining the relationship to management, from high school to now(minus the secret baby)

♡ they rolled you back into the room and Jungkook went crazy.

♡ hugged you, petted your tummy, said how much he loved you, and you two just talked, and cried, and snuggled and cried and called his mom and he told stupid jokes and you just giggled until you saw management

♡then y'all panicked- it was jumping but the. A nurse came in.

♡ "don't worry, Mr.Jeon, as we just told mrs. Y/L/N, your baby is perfectly fine, and they affected. Perfect as new"

♡as blessed as the new father felt he was a little worked abput something else.

♡’Well hyung Y/Ns tired you should leave’

♡ haha to late- you've herd of anger management, but what about 'angry management ™️''?

♡ JeOn JuNgKoOk whAt Do YoU mEaN pReGnAnT?!? NoT iN mY lObBy

♡"we will discuss this later, Jungkook. Just take care of your familly for now, they've been through a lot today' (*breaks door handle from squeezing anger ly and has,little baby stress stroke*)

♡ calm now, but rip Jungkook l8r tho

Yoongi as a dad-

Yoongi didn't get baby fever until he had a baby of his own.

Yoongi always thought he wanted a son, but as soon as you said you were pregnant he was generally extatic, and didn't give a shit. When you told him it was a girl, you knew he wished it was a boy, but he was still happy. “Wow Jagi a little girl. I-I don't know what to do with a little girl” he would laugh, rubbing your stomach, something he loved to do your whole pregnancy.

Hey would be super cuddly and affectionate the whole pregnancy, super attentive. Would call you and the unborn baby ‘his princesses’

The day she was born, Yoongi smiled the brightest gummy smile imaginable. When her tiny little hand squeezed his finger, and she had a gummy smile like his, Suddenly he realized he really wanted a little girl, and was so thankful, feeling so blessed. Loved you 7000000% More like wow, I made a thing and she's perfect. She wasn't very fussy, and was super clingy to her daddy. she had Your skin, his eyes, and big fluffy cheeks and lips, traces of soft black hair. You were such a champ through the whole thing too. He was just blown away like ‘look at my wife she just had that baby and she's still model worthy’. She was his little princess. He would lie in the hospital bed with you, him holding you, while you both hold your little baby, him holding the only two girls who mattered to him. His smile never left his face for the first month of your daughter's life.

He was super clingy to his baby, which led her to be very attached to her dad and a huge daddy's girl when she grew up, but that's not a worry now. She was super clingy when he was around, but super independent when at school. Right now, she's tiny and in his alarms as you rest up.

Once you were back home, Yoongi was attached to her 24/7 when he was home. Naps now meant Yoongi snoozing on the couch with a ‘little nugget’ as he weirdly called her, on his chest. He didn't expect himself to become that clingy I-love-my-daughter-more-than-you-did-you-know-how-perfect-she-is guys, but he was. If you tried to move her, he'd wine like a little bitch. “Nonononono my baby my baby jagiiiiiii stopppppp” “yoongs’ I gave birth to her” “Yes and I thank you kindly but that's mine now”.

It was honestly so cute tho that you didnt mind.

He was always available to feed if you pumped, and you divided late night feeding pretty equally. He would sing to her totally out of key, and she obviously didn't care, and you loved it. As soon as she was old enough she would sit in the studio on his lap as he produced. It made for the cutest photos.

When he came home exhausted late at night he would go see her, and his face would LIGHT UP like crazy. She would just be there, sleeping and Yoongi would be like ‘wow so perfect’

Super clingy to his family as I said, like who are you? Get tf away from my wife/baby

When she starts school, it would be bitter sweet. He's totally making a song about it. ‘Like wow she's all grown up but she's only 4 but at the same time she needs to spread her wings and fly I'm so proud of her.’ All the mms would ENVY you- like ‘Min HaNa’s dad drops her off every day- and picks her up every day?- by choice!? My husband would never’

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Seokjin: his daughter likes girls

Seokjin always thought his daughter was a littleprincess, who would one day find her prince charming- except she would rather a princess. "Daddy I need to tell you something" she said angstiously as she entered the dining room, looking down. "Yes princess?" He smiled. "Please don't be mad, daddy" she said, tears threatening to fall. "What is it honey? Did you fail your math test?" She asked, worriedly. "D-dad, im gay" she said softly. -Silence-then it was broken by windshield laughter. "Hi gay, I'm dad" Seokjin smiled. Tears poured out of her eyes in relief as Seokjin stood up, pulling her into his embrace. "Shh, shhh, daddy's here, princess. Daddy's here, and daddy loves you" he soothed as she sobbed uncontrollably hugging her father tightly. He repeated the same words he did when she was a baby and was crying, and it was a little emotional for him to realize his 17 year o,d little girl wasn't so little anymore. A few tears fell from his eyes. "My little princess is all grown up" he sighed contently. He just wanted his little girl to be happy, and loved by someone who loved her as much as he did.

Yoongi: his daughter is bi

Your daughter was super chill about the whole thing, being she knew her dad wouldn't really care. They were learning how to drive when your daughter passed the prittiest girl in school. Perfect time. As she spilled the truth, Yoongi just laughed. *smirks* "aye, me too! Chicks, right?"

Unfazed af

Namjoon: his son likes boys

He and his son were walking home from football practice as they did every Saturday morning, with snacks in hand, like any normal day. "Babi we need to talk" your son would say sternly, looking at his dad. "What's up, Kiddo?" Namjoon responded biting into his chip. "I told mom this yesterday and I think I have to tell you-" he said softly, inhaling sharply. "Shoot" Namjoon said, before grabbing another chip. "Dad! I'm gay. I like boys" "*screams*" he didn't scream out of anger or fear, more like- Ive failed as a father. Wait- that sounds bad *namjoon said mentally to himself* "o-ohs y-your a top right?" Namjoon said worriedly. "Babi!" Your son yelled, throwing his helmet. "Hey hey that cost your mother and I a lot of money pick that up" he yelled, almost forgetting the prior conversation. "It is a mans duty to protect his family from dicks! If your gettin it up the ass I've failed as a father! No man wants their kid penetrated-" "dad!" Your son yelled blushing. "It's okay, kiddo, I love you just the same. Bring it in"

Hobi: his son was born a girl/ trans male

*She* looked up at her father, worriedly. The only person She had told was heris grandma, who was very accepting. Hoseok was gobbling down cereal at 5 am, a perfect time for herim to hear about this. "Dad" your child said softly. "Yes, nugget?" He asked, using the name he used for herim this whole life. "I-I" they hesitated. "I-I'm not supposed to be a girl" Hobi imetietly understood, not being stupid and started crying. His poor baby had to suffer in the worm body for 16 years. He stood up and flung his body on who was now his sons. "My poor nugget!" He cried, and cried dramatically. "Dad!" Your son laughed. "Sorry" hobi said, sniffling. "I'm so sorry" he said softly. "It's not your fault, it's nobodys" your son sighed. "Oh my little boy- w-wait do you want me to call you that- o-or a different name? C-can I still call you nugget?" He panicked. "I-I want your to call me a boy- and I don't know what name I want yet- so can you only call me nugget till then?" Your son said shyly. "Of corse! Your not going to school today- we're going shopping!" Hobi said happily. "No way any son of mine is going to school with boobs, come on, let's get you a binder"

post concert depresion.

slowly, the noise, cheers and energy die down at the end of an amazing night and everything stops. the lights go off, they run backstage, and a great night is once again over.

there is a 110% chance jimin is crying.

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"hey can you drop me off at Y/Ns appartment please?" he asked the van driver as he and Jungkook stoped from chanting something stupid after passing a McDonald's. they were in Japan for 2 concerts in one day and then a late night show in busan. now, they were on the way back to Seoul. "sure" the driver said as JiMin bowed, sitting back down, 'snuggled' between HoSeok and Jungkook in the back row, a large sherpa blanket over them, as he and Namjoon both clutched their coffee cups for dear life. im not saying that jimin didnt cherish these moments. no, these were amazing. they made life great. but this exact night was low-key misrable. everyone in the car just wanted to see their girlfriends* (except for one who wanted to see his boyfriend) and go to sleep.

after what felt like the longest ride ever, it was midnight and the van pulled up infround of the appartment building where you lived. The half alive boy left the van quickly and some how ran to the elevator to reach your home.

moments later, you herd soft knocking from none other. "min min" you excitedly said as the tired male praticly collapsed onto you. "yeabo... im so tired.." he mumbled kissing your cheek. "oh my poor boy. here sit down" you said as you turned on the living room light and he plopped on the couch. you hadn't expected him to come this late. you thought he'd just go to the dorm, but alas, he was here. you were in tight lounge pants and a croped red t-shirt as you expected nobody but your turtle to be seeing you. poor jimin. 3 times re aplied cakey makeup was cracking of his soft skin as painfully unnatural blue contacts stained his beaufiful chocolate eyes. "gimme a sec ill take care of this" you said walking to the bathroom and grabing micelar water, cotton balls, aloe lotion and a contact case. he put on soft music as you walked back in. you pulled the hair the out of your own top knot and pulled his bangs into an underwelming frount pony tail before you began to clean the gunk off his pretty face. pulling contacts out, you smiled at the boyfriend you knew 'under all the crap'. "i like your bare face better, park min-min" you mumbled, spreading cream across the raw skin and kissing all over his face, causing him to Google. "take a shower then come to bed, okay?" you smiled, grabing his t-shirt and sweatpants from your spare drawer he used. "i love you so much" he mumbled, drowning into the shower.

The playful one