❝our relationship❞
━ the members in their own romantic relationships with their significant others, but they’ve been keeping it a secret.
YOONGI
❝instagram stories❞
━ yoongi repost a photo you took of him somewhere, and it becomes a meme.
❝midnight kiss❞
━ you spending their New Year’s Eve on a party with friends and share a New Year’s kiss in front of everyone.
TAEHYUNG
❝we will always have paris❞
━ you are in paris and taehyung’s an incredible supportive lover.
❝staring king❞
━ from awkward coffee dates to secret rendezvous, their relationship blossoms amidst the spotlight.
SEOKJIN
❝very familiar❞
━ being jin's girlfriend brings good moments with the members as well.
NAMJOON
DRABBLE BASED ON
━ your boyfriend keeps asking strange existential -or way too deep for 1am- questions and you just want to sleep
HOSEOK
❝step back❞
━ how dare she come back and try to steal your man?
JUNGKOOK
❝hopelessly devoted❞
━how can he move on when he's still hopelessly in love with you?
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❝just relax❞
━ reader wants to use her laptop on the couch, but steve always occupies the space in her lap.
❝together❞
━ you reunite again after not being together for a while, and are just in love.
𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋
❝here you are❞
━ you surprise henry with a sunday roast dinner and dessert for his cheat meal.
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˚. [ about. you never expected to receive the most life-changing news followed by the biggest and painful realization of betrayal.]
★ :inc. swearing, you know who being a bitch. genre. angst, f!reader, idol!au, break-up
The email arrived at exactly 3:47 PM.
You had been staring at your laptop screen for so long that your vision had started to blur, the dull ache behind your eyes a constant reminder of the stress that had been suffocating you for weeks. But when you saw the subject line—Berlin Arts Fellowship: Final Decision—your heart nearly stopped.
For a moment, you just stared, barely breathing.
This was it.
With shaky hands, you clicked it open.
Dear (_______),
We are pleased to inform you that after further review, you have been selected for the Berlin Arts Fellowship.
We sincerely apologize for any confusion during the initial evaluation process and appreciate your patience while we reconsidered your application.
We look forward to welcoming you to our program.
Best regards,Berlin Arts Fellowship Committee
You reread the words once. Twice. A third time.
Then again.
And again.
They had reconsidered your application? But why? What confusion?
Your stomach twisted.
This was supposed to be a moment of triumph, of unfiltered joy, but instead, unease slithered through your veins, curling around your throat like a noose.
Because you knew deep down, in that quiet, terrifying place inside of you that always sensed when something was off—that something had happened behind the scenes. Something you weren’t aware of.
Something that made your initial rejection not a simple mistake, but something much worse.
Your hands trembled as you scrolled further down, scanning the thread of emails attached below. The correspondence between the fellowship committee, your university, and—
Your breath caught in your throat.
—your recommenders.
The first two recommendations were exactly what you expected.
Your mentor, Professor Han, had praised your talent, your unwavering work ethic, your dedication to your art. A renowned artist in the field, he had been your greatest supporter, the person who had urged you to take this leap in the first place.
The second was from an old collaborator, someone you had worked with on an international project.
But it was the third that made your blood run cold.
Because it wasn’t from Min Yoongi.
It was from Kim Namjoon.
Your eyes scanned the letter, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
Namjoon had written about your time working with BTS as a creative consultant—your designs, your input, your artistic vision. He had written about your ability to capture emotions in your work, about how your art had transformed stages, concepts, and performances. He had called you extraordinary.
And it was because of this letter that Berlin had overturned their decision.
But it didn’t make sense.
Because Yoongi had promised.
You had asked him months ago if he would write you a letter of recommendation, knowing that his word carried weight, that having Min Yoongi, one of the most respected musicians in the industry, vouch for you would be invaluable.
And he had said yes.
He had shown you the letter.
You had seen it with your own eyes, neatly typed, his signature at the bottom.
So why wasn’t it here?
Your vision blurred as you scrolled further. There had to be some mistake. Maybe they had just used Namjoon’s instead. Maybe—
Then you saw it.
A forwarded message.
A direct email from Min Yoongi himself.
And as you read, the world tilted.
To Whom It May Concern,
I would like to express my concerns regarding _____'s application for the Berlin Arts Fellowship. While I acknowledge her artistic talent, I have observed a pattern of inconsistency and an inability to handle high-pressure situations. As someone who has worked closely with her in professional settings, I worry that this opportunity may not be the right fit for her at this stage in her career.
Sincerely,Min Yoongi
The words twisted into you like a serrated blade.
What?
You could barely breathe.
Your hands clenched into fists as your mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant. Yoongi had written this. He had sent this. Behind your back, without ever telling you. He had actively tried to sabotage you.
Yoongi had written to the committee.
Not to recommend you.
Not to support you.
But to sabotage you.
You felt yourself sinking, drowning in a sea of disbelief and betrayal.
He had lied.
He had promised you. He had shown you a letter of recommendation—one that didn’t exist.
And instead, behind your back, he had sent this.
A warning. A cautionary statement. A thinly veiled attempt to kill your chances before you ever got the opportunity to take flight.
The weight of it pressed down on your chest, suffocating, crushing, unbearable.
You felt sick.
Your fingers clenched around the edge of your desk, your nails digging into the wood as the realization slammed into you all at once.
Yoongi had never believed in you.
He had never wanted you to go.
And he had been willing to destroy your dream to keep you here.
Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.
Not yet.
A sudden need for answers surged through you, desperate and burning. Your hands shook as you grabbed your phone, your fingers fumbling as you dialed the number for the Berlin Arts Fellowship.
A woman answered on the third ring. “Hello, this is the Berlin Arts Fellowship office.”
You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Hi, this is ____. I just received my acceptance email, and I wanted to confirm something about my application.”
A brief pause. “Of course,” the woman responded kindly. “Let me pull up your file.”
Seconds stretched into eternity.
“Ah, yes, I see it here. What would you like to confirm?”
“I… I saw that there were concerns about my recommendation letters,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can you tell me who submitted them?”
There was a pause. “Yes, of course. You initially had a recommendation from Professor Hang, and then a second one from Min Yoongi—”
Your fingers curled around the phone. “I noticed that the final recommendation on my file was from Kim Namjoon. But originally, I had asked Min Yoongi to write one. Could you tell me what happened?”
There was another pause—this one longer. Hesitant.
Then, in a careful tone, she said, “Min Yoongi had submitted concerns regarding your application,” she continued. “However, a third letter was sent later—one that countered those concerns and made a strong case for your acceptance.”
You felt your stomach drop.
The woman continued, unaware of the devastation settling into your bones.
“The additional letter from Mr. Kim, who spoke very highly of you. His recommendation was incredibly compelling, and after a thorough review of your work, we decided to reevaluate your application.”
You barely heard the rest.
Your ears were ringing, the world around you fading into static.
Yoongi had nearly cost you everything.
And Namjoon…
Namjoon had saved you.
It was because of him that you were still standing here, clutching this acceptance letter with trembling hands instead of watching your dream slip through your fingers.
Tears blurred your vision, this time unstoppable.
Not just from gratitude.
But from heartbreak.
From the staggering weight of knowing that the person you had trusted more than anyone in the world had looked you in the eyes, told you he loved you, and still driven a knife into your back.
You barely muttered a thank-you before ending the call.
Then, with shaking hands, you set your phone down on the desk and let the sobs wrack through you.
Because you had never felt so alone.
Because you had never felt so betrayed.
And because now, you knew exactly what you had to do.
The storm inside you had been brewing for hours.
By the time you reached the doors of HYBE, it was an unrelenting hurricane.
You stormed past the security desk, barely sparing a glance at the startled guard. You knew this building like the back of your hand—how could you not, after all the late nights spent waiting for Yoongi to finish working, curled up on the studio couch while he fine-tuned beats into the early hours of the morning?
Back when you still thought he loved you.
Now, that love felt like a noose around your neck.
The moment you reached the Genius Lab, you didn’t hesitate. You shoved the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, making the three men inside jolt in surprise.
Yoongi was sitting in his usual chair, a notebook in hand, headphones around his neck. Across from him, Namjoon and Hoseok sat on the couch, deep in conversation—until they saw you.
Silence crashed over the room like a tidal wave.
“You fucking bastard.”
The words left your mouth before you could think, raw and venomous.
Yoongi’s eyes widened. “What—”
“How could you?” Your voice was shaking, your breath uneven, but you didn’t care. The hurt, the rage, the betrayal surged through you like wildfire, scorching everything in its path. “You sabotaged me. You fucking sabotaged me, Yoongi!”
Hoseok stiffened, his gaze flickering to Namjoon. Namjoon, who looked tired, like he already knew what this was about.
Yoongi sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “This isn’t something to freak out over—”
“Not something to—” A hysterical laugh tore from your throat, bitter and disbelieving. “You lied to me! You told me you sent a letter of recommendation—”
“I did.”
“No, you fucking didn’t!”
Your vision blurred with fury. “You sent them a letter telling them you doubted me. You made them question my integrity. You made them reject me. You almost ruined me, Yoongi. And you’re sitting here acting like it’s nothing?”
Yoongi’s jaw tightened. He stood up, his voice low, controlled. “I was trying to protect you.”
You flinched.
For a moment, you just stared at him, the weight of his words crushing the air from your lungs.
“Protect me?” you whispered.
His expression didn’t waver. “You weren’t ready. Berlin is too far, too demanding—”
Your breath hitched. “Who the fuck are you to decide that?”
Yoongi didn’t answer.
You let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “You were supposed to be the one person who believed in me. And instead, you—” You choked on the words, your voice breaking under the sheer weight of them. “You tried to take this from me.”
Namjoon exhaled, slow and heavy, rubbing his temples. Hoseok shifted uncomfortably, glancing between you both.
You turned to Namjoon then, something hollow settling in your chest.
“Did you know?”
His face fell.
And then—slowly, painfully—he nodded.
Your throat closed up.
Namjoon, your friend. Namjoon, who had fought for you when Yoongi hadn’t. Namjoon, who had written the letter that had saved your dream.
You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Thank you,” you murmured, voice raw.
His lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m proud of you.”
A fresh wave of emotions crashed into you, but you forced yourself to hold it together. You gave him a small, pained smile—one that barely reached your eyes. Then, without another word, Namjoon and Hoseok quietly gathered their things and left, closing the door behind them.
And then it was just you and Yoongi.
The silence was suffocating.
Yoongi’s hands were clenched into fists, his shoulders stiff as he exhaled shakily. “You don’t understand.”
You scoffed. “Oh, I understand perfectly.”
“No, you don’t,” he snapped, his voice rising. His eyes were dark, desperate. “I couldn’t let you go. Do you get that? I couldn’t—”
Your stomach twisted.
“So you decided to fucking ruin me?”
“I wasn’t ruining you,” Yoongi argued, his voice pleading now. “I was—” He sighed harshly, running a hand through his hair. “I was trying to keep you here. With me.”
Your heart shattered.
“You selfish piece of shit.”
Yoongi flinched like you had physically struck him.
“I loved you.” Your voice was shaking, tears burning your eyes. “I fucking loved you so much I would’ve tried. I would’ve done long distance. I would’ve come back to you at the end of it all. Because you were home to me, Yoongi. You were everything to me.”
His eyes darkened, his lips parting. “I am home to you—”
“Not anymore.”
The words landed between you like a death sentence.
Yoongi’s entire body tensed. “No. Don’t—”
“I’m done, Yoongi.”
His breath caught. “You don’t mean that.”
You let out a bitter, broken laugh. “Oh, I do. I really, really do.”
His hands clenched at his sides. “Baby—”
“Don’t call me that.”
His throat bobbed. “I love you.”
Tears spilled over your lashes.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
Yoongi inhaled sharply, his face twisting with pain. “You’re the love of my life. I can’t—”
Your voice cracked. “Then you shouldn’t have done this to me.”
Yoongi reached for you then—desperate, frantic—but you took a step back, out of his reach. His hands hovered in midair before they curled into trembling fists.
“I can fix this,” he begged. “Let me fix this. Let me make this right.”
You stared at him.
At the man you had once loved more than anything.
The man who had just broken you beyond repair.
“You can’t.”
A sob tore from Yoongi’s throat. He crumpled before you, his hands clutching his hair as his breath came out in broken gasps.
“I’m leaving.”
His head snapped up, his face streaked with tears. “No, don’t—”
Your heart was in ruins, but your voice was steady.
“Goodbye, Yoongi.”
And then you turned around and walked away, leaving behind the only person you had ever truly loved.
yoongi, who longed every day for the chance to run into you at work just to see you. even if you didn’t talk, just being in your presence or catching a glimpse of you from afar was enough for him.
yoongi, who, whenever you were in the same room, couldn’t stop his eyes from constantly seeking you out—just to make sure you were comfortable, that you were okay, or simply to watch you.
yoongi, who struggled to express himself with words, but somehow, the simple questions like “how have you been?” or “do you need anything?” were always meant for you.
yoongi, who felt completely satisfied for the rest of the day just from seeing you smile at him, who carried a faint smile on his lips every time he remembered the warmth in your eyes as they met his, the small tilt of your head as you wished him a good day.
yoongi, who got defensive when hoseok approached him, asking about his feelings for you—because he had noticed it too. the way tension seemed to spark whenever you were in the same space, the lingering glances exchanged between you two, subtle but impossible to ignore. Hoseok was both his friend and yours, and he saw right through it.
yoongi, who denied any possibility that he was in love with you. how could he be? you had never even spent time alone together. maybe he was just drawn to you—you, who were kind to everyone, no matter if you had known them for years or only just met. you, who always offered to help those who needed it. you, who treated everyone with the same respect. you, who noticed the little details that others overlooked. you, who, despite your shyness, always did your best to keep things flowing smoothly. you, who always brought coffee for whoever you were working with first thing in the morning. you, who had happened to overhear him casually mention his love for the lemon cookies from that small café two blocks from work—and two days later, he found himself holding two lemon cookies and a cup of coffee to start his day. and that day turned out to be the calmest, most manageable one he’d had in a long time, all because of you.
yoongi, who went home early that night, only to lie awake for hours, unable to stop thinking about the possibility that what he felt for you was real. could he actually be in love?
yoongi, who couldn’t help but feel a rush of nervous excitement at the mere thought of seeing you tomorrow.
yoongi, who, after tossing and turning in bed, got up and moved to his studio to try and compose something—only to realize that everything he wrote was about you.
yoongi, who felt a wave of panic crash over him the moment the truth finally sank in.
"shit, I'm in love."
yoongi, who called his therapist the next morning to talk about his sudden realization, needing to hear her confirm what he already knew—so he could finally allow himself to feel it, fully and without hesitation.
"it’s okay to be in love. it’s okay to feel love."
yoongi, who spent the entire week gathering the courage to approach you on friday, half an hour before your shift ended, to finally ask the question that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for far too long.
"hey... would you like to go get a coffee with me?"
˚. mistrust —kim namjoon ✧ ˚.
[ about. namjoon took his distrust too far this time. ]
★ :inc. swearing, ex!harrystyles, nam being idiot af genre. smau, angst, idol!au
note. welcome me to the smau world, i like it, send your requests please omg
[ if there are any spelling errors idc tbh, english is not my first language but i’m very proud of what i understand. ]
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ᴥ summary ━ from awkward coffee dates to secret rendezvous, their relationship blossoms amidst the spotlight.
ᴥ warnings ━ nsfw, fluff | +3k words
ᴥ note ━ this is based on the request of the first image! it took me years -literally, i forgot about it- but here it is!
It all began with a glance—well, several glances, actually. Taehyung had never been the type to shy away from admiring beauty, but there was something about you that caught his attention like no one else. You were an international sensation, a fashion icon, and a trendsetter in every sense of the word. Your effortless confidence, your unapologetic honesty, and your impeccable style had the entire world captivated, including him.
The first time he saw you in person was at an awards show. You walked onto the red carpet in a custom dress that left the crowd in awe, and the cameras couldn't get enough of you. Neither could Taehyung. He sat in the audience, his gaze fixed on you as you accepted your award gracefully, thanking your fans in multiple languages, and flashing that radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire room.
He told himself he was just curious. After all, it wasn't every day that you encountered someone so unapologetically themselves, especially in an industry that often demanded conformity. But as the night went on, Taehyung found his eyes drifting back to you, watching as you mingled with other idols, laughed with your friends, and even when you were simply seated, lost in thought.
The internet noticed too. Fans quickly picked up on his lingering stares, and soon enough, clips of Taehyung gazing at you were all over social media. The hashtags #IStareTooHeAintSpecial and #StaringKing started trending, and ARMYs had a field day analyzing every moment.
But Taehyung was oblivious to the online frenzy. All he could think about was how he could get closer to you, how he could talk to you, and maybe, just maybe, learn what it was about you that had him so mesmerized.
It took a few more award shows, several accidental run-ins, and a lot of pep talks from his members before Taehyung finally worked up the courage to approach you. The opportunity presented itself at a charity event—a smaller, more intimate affair where the two of you ended up in the same circle, chatting with mutual friends.
You were even more stunning up close, and Taehyung found himself at a loss for words as you greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi, Taehyung, right? I’ve seen you around."
He blinked, his mind scrambling for something cool and smooth to say. "Y-yeah, that’s me," he stammered, mentally facepalming himself. "I’m a big fan of your work."
"Likewise," you replied, your smile widening. "Your music is incredible. I'm a big fan!"
And that was all it took for him to fall a little deeper. The conversation flowed easily after that, and before he knew it, he was suggesting, "Maybe we could grab tea sometime? I’d love to talk more."
The moment the words left his mouth, Taehyung wanted to take them back. He hated tea. It was one of those things that everyone seemed to love, but he just couldn't get into it. He even knew you weren't a fan of tea because he read about it! But here he was, asking you out for tea like some kind of basic date. Why don't coffee? Everybody loves coffee.
You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "Tea, huh? You don’t strike me as the tea type."
He laughed nervously. "I’m not, actually. But it’s kind of the standard thing to suggest, right? Hum... maybe like in Britain... I heard..."
You chuckled, and the sound was music to his ears. "Well, I don’t like tea either. But how about we do something else? Maybe a museum, or a gallery? Something more our style."
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. "I’d love that."
The gallery date was a huge success. You and Taehyung spent hours wandering through the exhibits, discussing art, life, and everything in between. It was clear that there was a connection between you, something that went beyond the usual celebrity small talk. He loved how you spoke your mind, and how passionate you were about your work and the world around you. And you were equally captivated by his thoughtfulness, his depth, and the way he saw beauty in the simplest things.
As the evening drew to a close, Taehyung walked you to your car, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I had a really great time," he said, his voice soft.
"Me too," you replied, your eyes twinkling under the streetlights. "We should do this again sometime."
"I’d like that," he said, smiling.
You hesitated for a moment, then leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Taehyung."
His cheeks burned as he watched you drive away, a goofy grin spreading across his face. It was official—he was completely smitten.
The relationship blossomed after that, but you both decided to keep things low-key. As much as you appreciated your fans, you valued your privacy, and so did Taehyung. So, you kept your dates under wraps, meeting at private locations, and spending quiet evenings together in each other’s company.
But you couldn't keep it hidden forever. During one of Taehyung’s IG Lives, he was casually chatting with fans when someone noticed something in the background—your latest album cover, prominently displayed on his bookshelf.
The chat exploded with questions, speculations, and theories. Taehyung tried to play it cool, but the way his ears turned pink gave him away. "Ah, that? I just really like the album," he said, trying to laugh it off. But the fans weren’t buying it. They knew that look, that smile—it was the look of a man in love.
But what really gave him away was that square smile he gave every time he managed to get his way. After that, his eyes kept wandering to another place, as if he were following someone with his gaze. There was nothing that could hide his bright eyes from the sight that only he had.
Within minutes, the clip went viral, and fans everywhere were convinced that Taehyung and you were more than just friends. They dissected every interaction, every glance, and soon enough, #TaehyungAnd____ started trending worldwide.
The two of you knew it was only a matter of time before the rumors reached a point of no return. You weren’t opposed to going public, but you wanted to do it on your own terms. So, you and Taehyung decided to confirm the relationship with a simple, yet meaningful post.
On a quiet afternoon, Taehyung uploaded a photo to Instagram. It was a candid shot of the two of you at the gallery, both of you laughing at something only you could understand. The caption was simple.
At the same time, you posted a picture from another date—After a successful secret date, you both decided to go for coffee at a place that only you knew about in your group of friends. The cafe that saw you go from simple fans of each other to a couple in love.
The internet exploded. Fans were overjoyed, showering you both with love and support. The two of you spent the evening reading through the comments, laughing at the memes and edits, and feeling a sense of relief that you no longer had to hide.
With the world now aware of your relationship, things felt different—more open, more real. You and Taehyung didn’t have to sneak around anymore, and it made everything feel more natural, more comfortable.
One evening, after a long day of schedules and rehearsals, Taehyung invited you over to his place for a quiet night in. The two of you cooked dinner together, playfully arguing over the right way to chop vegetables, and laughing as you attempted to dance around the kitchen.
After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention. Taehyung had his arm around you, his fingers gently stroking your hair as you rested your head on his chest.
"Do you ever think about how crazy it is that we ended up together?" You asked, your voice soft in the dim light.
"All the time," he admitted, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. "It’s like something out of a movie."
You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. "A really good movie."
He chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed down at you. "The best."
There was a moment of silence, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the way his hand stilled on your back as his eyes darkened with desire.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You didn’t need to be told twice. You shifted in his arms, straddling his lap as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The first kiss was soft, tentative, as if he was savoring the moment, but it quickly deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you pressed closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each movement filled with a growing urgency that left you breathless.
Taehyung’s hands roamed your back, tracing the curves of your body as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tilted your head back, giving him more access.
"Taehyung," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat.
He hummed against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt, the touch of his fingers against your bare skin sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Me too," you breathed, your hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I’m sure."
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as he gently laid you down on the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. "So are you."
The next few moments were a blur of kisses, soft touches, and whispered words of affection as you slowly undressed each other. Taehyung took his time, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, worshipping you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
When he finally joined your bodies together, it was slow and deliberate, a perfect union of love and passion that made you both gasp. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other as you moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, instinctive.
It was a dance of love, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, the tension building with every breath, every touch, until you were both trembling, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
"Taehyung," you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Cum for me, baby," he murmured, his voice a soft, soothing balm as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over, sending you spiralling into a wave of bliss that left you breathless and shaking.
He followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried his face in your neck, muffling his moans as he found his release, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go.
For a long moment, you lay there together, your bodies still entwined, your breaths mingling as you slowly came down from the high. Taehyung pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his heart pounding against your chest as he held you close.
"I love you," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears of joy as you smiled. "I love you too."
The words hung in the air between you, a promise, a declaration, and a truth that you both knew would shape the rest of your lives.
The next morning, the two of you woke up to a world that had changed in subtle but significant ways. The fans were still buzzing about your relationship, the media was still speculating, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the love you had found in each other, the connection that had grown from a glance across a crowded room to something real, something beautiful.
As you lay in bed together, Taehyung pulled you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he smiled. "So… what’s next?"
You grinned, your heart filled with happiness as you leaned in to kiss him. "Whatever we want."
And in that moment, with Taehyung by your side, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with love, laughter, and a passion that would never fade.
ᴥ summary ━ from awkward coffee dates to secret rendezvous, their relationship blossoms amidst the spotlight.
ᴥ warnings ━ nsfw, fluff | +3k words
ᴥ note ━ this is based on the request of the first image! it took me years -literally, i forgot about it- but here it is!
It all began with a glance—well, several glances, actually. Taehyung had never been the type to shy away from admiring beauty, but there was something about you that caught his attention like no one else. You were an international sensation, a fashion icon, and a trendsetter in every sense of the word. Your effortless confidence, your unapologetic honesty, and your impeccable style had the entire world captivated, including him.
The first time he saw you in person was at an awards show. You walked onto the red carpet in a custom dress that left the crowd in awe, and the cameras couldn't get enough of you. Neither could Taehyung. He sat in the audience, his gaze fixed on you as you accepted your award with grace, thanking your fans in multiple languages, and flashing that radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire room.
He told himself he was just curious. After all, it wasn't every day that you encountered someone so unapologetically themselves, especially in an industry that often demanded conformity. But as the night went on, Taehyung found his eyes drifting back to you, watching as you mingled with other idols, laughed with your friends, and even when you were simply seated, lost in thought.
The internet noticed too. Fans quickly picked up on his lingering stares, and soon enough, clips of Taehyung gazing at you were all over social media. The hashtags #IStareTooHeAintSpecial and #StaringKing started trending, and ARMYs had a field day analyzing every moment.
But Taehyung was oblivious to the online frenzy. All he could think about was how he could get closer to you, how he could talk to you, and maybe, just maybe, learn what it was about you that had him so mesmerized.
It took a few more award shows, several accidental run-ins, and a lot of pep talks from his members before Taehyung finally worked up the courage to approach you. The opportunity presented itself at a charity event—a smaller, more intimate affair where the two of you ended up in the same circle, chatting with mutual friends.
You were even more stunning up close, and Taehyung found himself at a loss for words as you greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi, Taehyung, right? I’ve seen you around."
He blinked, his mind scrambling for something cool and smooth to say. "Y-yeah, that’s me," he stammered, mentally facepalming himself. "I’m a big fan of your work."
"Likewise," you replied, your smile widening. "Your music is incredible. I'm a big fan!"
And that was all it took for him to fall a little deeper. The conversation flowed easily after that, and before he knew it, he was suggesting, "Maybe we could grab tea sometime? I’d love to talk more."
The moment the words left his mouth, Taehyung wanted to take them back. He hated tea. It was one of those things that everyone seemed to love, but he just couldn't get into it. He even knew you weren't a fan of tea because he read about it! But here he was, asking you out for tea like some kind of basic date. Why don't coffee? Everybody loves coffee.
You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "Tea, huh? You don’t strike me as the tea type."
He laughed nervously. "I’m not, actually. But it’s kind of the standard thing to suggest, right? Hum... maybe like in Britain... I heard..."
You chuckled, and the sound was music to his ears. "Well, I don’t like tea either. But how about we do something else? Maybe a museum, or a gallery? Something more our style."
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. "I’d love that."
The gallery date was a huge success. You and Taehyung spent hours wandering through the exhibits, discussing art, life, and everything in between. It was clear that there was a connection between you, something that went beyond the usual celebrity small talk. He loved how you spoke your mind, and how passionate you were about your work and the world around you. And you were equally captivated by his thoughtfulness, his depth, and the way he saw beauty in the simplest things.
As the evening drew to a close, Taehyung walked you to your car, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I had a really great time," he said, his voice soft.
"Me too," you replied, your eyes twinkling under the streetlights. "We should do this again sometime."
"I’d like that," he said, smiling.
You hesitated for a moment, then leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Taehyung."
His cheeks burned as he watched you drive away, a goofy grin spreading across his face. It was official—he was completely smitten.
The relationship blossomed after that, but you both decided to keep things low-key. As much as you appreciated your fans, you valued your privacy, and so did Taehyung. So, you kept your dates under wraps, meeting at private locations, and spending quiet evenings together in each other’s company.
But you couldn't keep it hidden forever. During one of Taehyung’s IG Lives, he was casually chatting with fans when someone noticed something in the background—your latest album cover, prominently displayed on his bookshelf.
The chat exploded with questions, speculations, and theories. Taehyung tried to play it cool, but the way his ears turned pink gave him away. "Ah, that? I just really like the album," he said, trying to laugh it off. But the fans weren’t buying it. They knew that look, that smile—it was the look of a man in love.
But what really gave him away was that square smile he gave every time he managed to get his way. After that, his eyes kept wandering to another place, as if he were following someone with his gaze. There was nothing that could hide his bright eyes from the sight that only he had.
Within minutes, the clip went viral, and fans everywhere were convinced that Taehyung and you were more than just friends. They dissected every interaction, every glance, and soon enough, #TaehyungAnd____ started trending worldwide.
The two of you knew it was only a matter of time before the rumors reached a point of no return. You weren’t opposed to going public, but you wanted to do it on your own terms. So, you and Taehyung decided to confirm the relationship with a simple, yet meaningful post.
On a quiet afternoon, Taehyung uploaded a photo to Instagram. It was a candid shot of the two of you at the gallery, both of you laughing at something only you could understand. The caption was simple.
At the same time, you posted a picture from another date—After a successful secret date, you both decided to go for coffee at a place that only you knew about in your group of friends. The cafe that saw you go from simple fans of each other to a couple in love.
The internet exploded. Fans were overjoyed, showering you both with love and support. The two of you spent the evening reading through the comments, laughing at the memes and edits, and feeling a sense of relief that you no longer had to hide.
With the world now aware of your relationship, things felt different—more open, more real. You and Taehyung didn’t have to sneak around anymore, and it made everything feel more natural, more comfortable.
One evening, after a long day of schedules and rehearsals, Taehyung invited you over to his place for a quiet night in. The two of you cooked dinner together, playfully arguing over the right way to chop vegetables, and laughing as you attempted to dance around the kitchen.
After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention. Taehyung had his arm around you, his fingers gently stroking your hair as you rested your head on his chest.
"Do you ever think about how crazy it is that we ended up together?" You asked, your voice soft in the dim light.
"All the time," he admitted, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. "It’s like something out of a movie."
You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. "A really good movie."
He chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed down at you. "The best."
There was a moment of silence, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the way his hand stilled on your back as his eyes darkened with desire.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You didn’t need to be told twice. You shifted in his arms, straddling his lap as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The first kiss was soft, tentative, as if he was savoring the moment, but it quickly deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you pressed closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each movement filled with a growing urgency that left you breathless.
Taehyung’s hands roamed your back, tracing the curves of your body as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tilted your head back, giving him more access.
"Taehyung," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat.
He hummed against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt, the touch of his fingers against your bare skin sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Me too," you breathed, your hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I’m sure."
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as he gently laid you down on the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. "So are you."
The next few moments were a blur of kisses, soft touches, and whispered words of affection as you slowly undressed each other. Taehyung took his time, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, worshipping you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
When he finally joined your bodies together, it was slow and deliberate, a perfect union of love and passion that made you both gasp. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other as you moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, instinctive.
It was a dance of love, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, the tension building with every breath, every touch, until you were both trembling, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
"Taehyung," you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Cum for me, baby," he murmured, his voice a soft, soothing balm as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over, sending you spiralling into a wave of bliss that left you breathless and shaking.
He followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried his face in your neck, muffling his moans as he found his release, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go.
For a long moment, you lay there together, your bodies still entwined, your breaths mingling as you slowly came down from the high. Taehyung pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his heart pounding against your chest as he held you close.
"I love you," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears of joy as you smiled. "I love you too."
The words hung in the air between you, a promise, a declaration, and a truth that you both knew would shape the rest of your lives.
The next morning, the two of you woke up to a world that had changed in subtle but significant ways. The fans were still buzzing about your relationship, the media was still speculating, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the love you had found in each other, the connection that had grown from a glance across a crowded room to something real, something beautiful.
As you lay in bed together, Taehyung pulled you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he smiled. "So… what’s next?"
You grinned, your heart filled with happiness as you leaned in to kiss him. "Whatever we want."
And in that moment, with Taehyung by your side, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with love, laughter, and a passion that would never fade.
ᴥ summary ━ from awkward coffee dates to secret rendezvous, their relationship blossoms amidst the spotlight.
ᴥ warnings ━ nsfw, fluff | +3k words
ᴥ note ━ this is based on the request of the first image! it took me years -literally, i forgot about it- but here it is!
It all began with a glance—well, several glances, actually. Taehyung had never been the type to shy away from admiring beauty, but there was something about you that caught his attention like no one else. You were an international sensation, a fashion icon, and a trendsetter in every sense of the word. Your effortless confidence, your unapologetic honesty, and your impeccable style had the entire world captivated, including him.
The first time he saw you in person was at an awards show. You walked onto the red carpet in a custom dress that left the crowd in awe, and the cameras couldn't get enough of you. Neither could Taehyung. He sat in the audience, his gaze fixed on you as you accepted your award with grace, thanking your fans in multiple languages, and flashing that radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire room.
He told himself he was just curious. After all, it wasn't every day that you encountered someone so unapologetically themselves, especially in an industry that often demanded conformity. But as the night went on, Taehyung found his eyes drifting back to you, watching as you mingled with other idols, laughed with your friends, and even when you were simply seated, lost in thought.
The internet noticed too. Fans quickly picked up on his lingering stares, and soon enough, clips of Taehyung gazing at you were all over social media. The hashtags #IStareTooHeAintSpecial and #StaringKing started trending, and ARMYs had a field day analyzing every moment.
But Taehyung was oblivious to the online frenzy. All he could think about was how he could get closer to you, how he could talk to you, and maybe, just maybe, learn what it was about you that had him so mesmerized.
It took a few more award shows, several accidental run-ins, and a lot of pep talks from his members before Taehyung finally worked up the courage to approach you. The opportunity presented itself at a charity event—a smaller, more intimate affair where the two of you ended up in the same circle, chatting with mutual friends.
You were even more stunning up close, and Taehyung found himself at a loss for words as you greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi, Taehyung, right? I’ve seen you around."
He blinked, his mind scrambling for something cool and smooth to say. "Y-yeah, that’s me," he stammered, mentally facepalming himself. "I’m a big fan of your work."
"Likewise," you replied, your smile widening. "Your music is incredible. I'm a big fan!"
And that was all it took for him to fall a little deeper. The conversation flowed easily after that, and before he knew it, he was suggesting, "Maybe we could grab tea sometime? I’d love to talk more."
The moment the words left his mouth, Taehyung wanted to take them back. He hated tea. It was one of those things that everyone seemed to love, but he just couldn't get into it. He even knew you weren't a fan of tea because he read about it! But here he was, asking you out for tea like some kind of basic date. Why don't coffee? Everybody loves coffee.
You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "Tea, huh? You don’t strike me as the tea type."
He laughed nervously. "I’m not, actually. But it’s kind of the standard thing to suggest, right? Hum... maybe like in Britain... I heard..."
You chuckled, and the sound was music to his ears. "Well, I don’t like tea either. But how about we do something else? Maybe a museum, or a gallery? Something more our style."
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. "I’d love that."
The gallery date was a huge success. You and Taehyung spent hours wandering through the exhibits, discussing art, life, and everything in between. It was clear that there was a connection between you, something that went beyond the usual celebrity small talk. He loved how you spoke your mind, and how passionate you were about your work and the world around you. And you were equally captivated by his thoughtfulness, his depth, and the way he saw beauty in the simplest things.
As the evening drew to a close, Taehyung walked you to your car, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I had a really great time," he said, his voice soft.
"Me too," you replied, your eyes twinkling under the streetlights. "We should do this again sometime."
"I’d like that," he said, smiling.
You hesitated for a moment, then leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Taehyung."
His cheeks burned as he watched you drive away, a goofy grin spreading across his face. It was official—he was completely smitten.
The relationship blossomed after that, but you both decided to keep things low-key. As much as you appreciated your fans, you valued your privacy, and so did Taehyung. So, you kept your dates under wraps, meeting at private locations, and spending quiet evenings together in each other’s company.
But you couldn't keep it hidden forever. During one of Taehyung’s IG Lives, he was casually chatting with fans when someone noticed something in the background—your latest album cover, prominently displayed on his bookshelf.
The chat exploded with questions, speculations, and theories. Taehyung tried to play it cool, but the way his ears turned pink gave him away. "Ah, that? I just really like the album," he said, trying to laugh it off. But the fans weren’t buying it. They knew that look, that smile—it was the look of a man in love.
But what really gave him away was that square smile he gave every time he managed to get his way. After that, his eyes kept wandering to another place, as if he were following someone with his gaze. There was nothing that could hide his bright eyes from the sight that only he had.
Within minutes, the clip went viral, and fans everywhere were convinced that Taehyung and you were more than just friends. They dissected every interaction, every glance, and soon enough, #TaehyungAnd____ started trending worldwide.
The two of you knew it was only a matter of time before the rumors reached a point of no return. You weren’t opposed to going public, but you wanted to do it on your own terms. So, you and Taehyung decided to confirm the relationship with a simple, yet meaningful post.
On a quiet afternoon, Taehyung uploaded a photo to Instagram. It was a candid shot of the two of you at the gallery, both of you laughing at something only you could understand. The caption was simple.
At the same time, you posted a picture from another date—After a successful secret date, you both decided to go for coffee at a place that only you knew about in your group of friends. The cafe that saw you go from simple fans of each other to a couple in love.
The internet exploded. Fans were overjoyed, showering you both with love and support. The two of you spent the evening reading through the comments, laughing at the memes and edits, and feeling a sense of relief that you no longer had to hide.
With the world now aware of your relationship, things felt different—more open, more real. You and Taehyung didn’t have to sneak around anymore, and it made everything feel more natural, more comfortable.
One evening, after a long day of schedules and rehearsals, Taehyung invited you over to his place for a quiet night in. The two of you cooked dinner together, playfully arguing over the right way to chop vegetables, and laughing as you attempted to dance around the kitchen.
After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention. Taehyung had his arm around you, his fingers gently stroking your hair as you rested your head on his chest.
"Do you ever think about how crazy it is that we ended up together?" You asked, your voice soft in the dim light.
"All the time," he admitted, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. "It’s like something out of a movie."
You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. "A really good movie."
He chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed down at you. "The best."
There was a moment of silence, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the way his hand stilled on your back as his eyes darkened with desire.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You didn’t need to be told twice. You shifted in his arms, straddling his lap as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The first kiss was soft, tentative, as if he was savoring the moment, but it quickly deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you pressed closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each movement filled with a growing urgency that left you breathless.
Taehyung’s hands roamed your back, tracing the curves of your body as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tilted your head back, giving him more access.
"Taehyung," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat.
He hummed against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt, the touch of his fingers against your bare skin sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Me too," you breathed, your hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I’m sure."
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as he gently laid you down on the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. "So are you."
The next few moments were a blur of kisses, soft touches, and whispered words of affection as you slowly undressed each other. Taehyung took his time, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, worshipping you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
When he finally joined your bodies together, it was slow and deliberate, a perfect union of love and passion that made you both gasp. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other as you moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, instinctive.
It was a dance of love, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, the tension building with every breath, every touch, until you were both trembling, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
"Taehyung," you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Cum for me, baby," he murmured, his voice a soft, soothing balm as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over, sending you spiralling into a wave of bliss that left you breathless and shaking.
He followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried his face in your neck, muffling his moans as he found his release, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go.
For a long moment, you lay there together, your bodies still entwined, your breaths mingling as you slowly came down from the high. Taehyung pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his heart pounding against your chest as he held you close.
"I love you," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears of joy as you smiled. "I love you too."
The words hung in the air between you, a promise, a declaration, and a truth that you both knew would shape the rest of your lives.
The next morning, the two of you woke up to a world that had changed in subtle but significant ways. The fans were still buzzing about your relationship, the media was still speculating, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the love you had found in each other, the connection that had grown from a glance across a crowded room to something real, something beautiful.
As you lay in bed together, Taehyung pulled you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he smiled. "So… what’s next?"
You grinned, your heart filled with happiness as you leaned in to kiss him. "Whatever we want."
And in that moment, with Taehyung by your side, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with love, laughter, and a passion that would never fade.
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BASED ON | YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.
PAIRING | NAMJOON X F!READER
WARNINGS | NSFW - +1k words
The dim light of your shared bedroom cast a soft glow over the space, a warm and familiar heaven that usually lured you to sleep with ease. Tonight, however, sleep was elusive, chased away by the gentle but persistent voice of your boyfriend, Namjoon, who lay beside you, his head propped up on one hand as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.
"Do you think the universe is infinite?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. "And if it is, does that mean there are infinite versions of us, living out every possible scenario?"
You blinked sleepily, rolling over to face him, half-buried in the warmth of your comforter. "Nam," you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion, "it's 1 AM. Can we save the existential questions for the morning?"
He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "I can't help it," he said, his tone apologetic but laced with curiosity. "Sometimes I just get caught up thinking about these things."
You sighed, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite your fatigue. This was a familiar routine—Namjoon’s mind was always active, always questioning, even in the late hours of the night when all you wanted was to drift off to sleep in his arms.
"Okay," you murmured, shifting closer to him, your body pressing against his side. "Let's say the universe is infinite. That would mean there are versions of us where you don't ask deep questions at 1 AM, and I actually get to sleep."
Namjoon laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "But where's the fun in that?" He teased, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You couldn’t help but smile, your irritation melting away in the warmth of his gaze. Namjoon had a way of making even the most frustrating moments feel like something special. It was one of the many reasons you loved him.
Still, your body craved rest, and you couldn't resist a playful groan as you buried your face in his chest. "You're lucky I love you," you grumbled, your words muffled against his skin.
"I know," he replied softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "And I love you too, even when you're sleepy and grumpy."
You sighed contentedly, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a state of drowsy comfort. For a moment, it seemed like you might actually get some rest, but then Namjoon spoke again, his voice a hushed whisper in the quiet room.
"Do you ever wonder if we were meant to find each other?" He asked, his tone contemplative. "Like, out of all the people in the world, how did it end up being us?"
You lifted your head, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. His expression was serious, his brow slightly furrowed as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. It was hard not to get caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sincerity in his question.
"Maybe we were," you said softly, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Or maybe it was just luck or coincidence. But either way, I'm glad we found each other."
He smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Me too," he murmured, his lips lingering against your skin. "I don't think I could ever imagine my life without you in it."
A warm flush spread through your chest at his words, a mix of affection and desire that stirred something deep within you. You tilted your head up, your lips seeking his in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened as Namjoon responded, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you closer.
The kiss was unhurried, a slow exploration of familiar territory that left you both breathless. When you finally pulled back, your forehead rested against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.
"You're such a sap," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper, though the affection in your tone was unmistakable.
He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You love it," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I do," you admitted, your eyes locking with his, the air between you charged with an electric tension that made your skin tingle.
For a moment, neither of you moved, simply soaking in the closeness, the warmth of each other’s bodies. But then Namjoon shifted, rolling you onto your back as he hovered over you, his gaze darkening with desire.
"And I love you," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, the promise of more lingering in the air.
Your breath hitched, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him down into another kiss, this one more urgent, more insistent. Namjoon responded in kind, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that left you dizzy.
He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, his hands wandering over your body, mapping out every curve and dip with a reverence that made your heart race. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.
"Namjoon," you breathed, your voice laced with need, your body aching for more of him, more of his touch, his warmth.
He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers skimming over your bare skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he slowly inched your shirt up, his lips following the path his hands had taken.
You could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something tender, something that made your chest tighten with emotion.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words were too heavy to speak aloud.
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, your heart swelling with affection for the man above you. "So are you," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, and then he was kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of love and desire.
The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in him, in the feel of his skin against yours, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.
Your clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, your bodies pressing together in a way that felt so right, so perfect, that it took your breath away. Namjoon’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body with a familiarity that only deepened the connection between you.
He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every moment, every touch, every kiss. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, in the warmth and comfort of your love.
When he finally entered you, it was with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his lips never straying far from yours, his hands cradling your face as if you were something precious, something to be cherished.
You felt the world tilt on its axis, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his breath in your ear, the way his body moved against yours with a grace and fluidity that left you gasping for air.
His eyes never leaving yours, his breath caressing your nose and mouth. His right hand caressed your body moving down to your ass, taking a large part of it to keep you even closer.
Your legs closed around his hips, wanting to keep it that way forever. He smiled feeling the pleasure run through his body. Letting out a shaky sigh he brought his hand to your clit where he agreed to take you with him to the end.
And when you finally reached the peak together, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before—a rush of warmth and light that seemed to flood every corner of your being, leaving you both trembling, breathless, and completely spent.
Namjoon collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, your bodies still entwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was quiet now, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you nestled against him.
"Do you still think about the universe?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you traced lazy circles on his chest.
Namjoon chuckled, the sound of a soft rumble in his chest. "Not right now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Right now, all I can think about is how much I love you."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you, the man who always seemed to have a question, always seemed to be searching for answers, even in the quietest moments.
"I love you too," you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as the exhaustion finally caught up with you.
And as you drifted off to sleep in Namjoon’s arms, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the universe had a way of bringing the right people together at the right time, in the right place.
Maybe, you thought with a smile, you were meant to find each other after all.
based on: reader posts a picture of yoongi somewhere, and it becomes a meme.
warnings: just fluff.
word count: 1k+
a/n: so... i'm loving this social media au, please if you want, you can request yours. again, english is not my first language, so please, forgive me if i misspell something. thank you for reading!
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Yoongi was literally on top of Y/n as he slowly kissed her lips and his right hand slowly lowered to her waist where he squeezed lightly.
"Mm, baby, no…" she murmured against his lips, "I have to take a shower." She laughed and with difficulty was able to get out from under him, who only let out a sigh complaining. "We have to get to Jin's house on time, it will be the first dinner all together since we recovered." She walked around the room looking for her clothes to finally enter the bathroom.
"But I'm bored," he lay down, staring at the ceiling. "I told you to take a shower in the morning," he ran his hands over his face, trying to relax. "I miss you..."
"We had sex until 3 in the morning?" Y/n looked at him from the bathroom door frame as she tried not to laugh. "It will only be a few minutes, Yoongs."
"What am I supposed to do until that?" He laughed, looking at her with pleading eyes, but frowned when she entered the bathroom again.
"I don't know," she spoke loudly as she turned on the shower tap. "You can go on Instagram," she suggested, now walking back to the door frame as she waited for the hot water to come out. "Hobi has a good time there, you can kill time."
"Instagram is boring and difficult," he complained. "I don't know how he handles it so well." He looked up. "You handle it well too," he smiled at her. "Should I follow you?"
"No, it'll take a long time if we both go to the shower." She blew him an air kiss before closing the door.
"I meant on Instagram," he replied under his breath to no one, since Y/n was already locked in the other room.
Yoongi reached his right arm to the nightstand on the side of the bed to take his phone to 'kill time'.
Yoongi: Should I follow Y/n on Instagram?
Namjoon: She's your girlfriend, it's up to you, I guess
Namjoon: Also, we always comment on her posts, I don't understand why no one noticed yet 🤷♂️
Hoseok: she has loyal friends who don't tell anyone, that's why 😌
Yoongi: Or no one really cares what we say
Yoongi: You guys comment a lot on my girlfriend's posts...
Tae: She literally only posted 3 times since you've been together?
Yoongi: How do you know that?
Yoongi: Hello?
Namjoon: I really liked the post she made today with your photo 😂
Hoseok: i liked it too, i was the first like 😌😌
Tae: Hyung, you live on Instagram right?
Hoseok: lies
Hoseok: hope out, I'll go get ready for tonight 🥵
Yoongi: It's a good photo, it's true
Yoongi: I'm going to share it. Hoba, how do I do that?
Namjoon: I'll explain you, but Yoongi we have to do something before that
Hoseok: nono, I'll explain him 😭😭
____'s phone hadn't stopped ringing for the past 7 minutes, not letting her music play in peace, and she didn't understand why. With a groan, she finally got out of the shower and walked over to where she had left her phone, grabbed it and couldn't believe her eyes.
Shit.
"Min Yoongi, what the fuck?" She came out into the room naked with her hair wet with drops falling from it and her body. "When I told you to get distracted on Instagram, I didn't mean this," she showed him the notifications that kept coming.
Yoongi was lying down with a grin on his lips as he watched her closely. "Don't worry, I took all precautions."
"Just yesterday I taught you how to upload a story, and now you do this?!" She said, still unable to believe it. She was overwhelmed, she had only two Instagram notifications informing her that agustd had shared her post and that she had 3 new special followers, and hundreds of messages from family and friends who knew nothing about her relationship and how she even knew him.
Both had officially been together for 11 months as a couple, 1 and a half years as "friends with benefits", and 2 and a half years of knowing each other. She trusted him fully, she knew his friends and a bit of his family. She also knew about his work and how things worked there, god help who is linked to someone as famous as 'Suga'.
To Y/n, Yoongi was just someone low-key dude, sometimes grumpy, but very shy and caring when they're in private. And sometimes a little shit.
From the first moment, she accepted that no one from the outside could know about them, that was fine with her. A girl from another country who did not meet Korean beauty standards and who struggled every day to speak Korean fluently without getting confused with some words. She accepted it, and he loved her just like that. She knew that Yoongi would one day announce that they were together -if they were still together, of course. Hopefully-, she just imagined that it would be something planned by both of them. Or with a warning.
"I made your account private so no one can follow you without your approval or see your posts, and I also limited your comments just in case."
"Did you do all that while I was taking a shower?"
"Namjoon and Hobi explained it to me." He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Besides, your account was already on my phone and I love you."
"I- uh..."
Yoongi walked over to her and took her in her arms, slowly kissing her lips as he sat her on the bed next to him.
"I think it's about time the world knows that I'm in love and finally completely happy with the woman of my life."
Oh, that was okay with her. So okay.
It was already night, and they were both in bed ready to sleep after a fun dinner with their friends. Y/n was reading her book when she caught a glimpse of Yoongi frowning, looking at his phone.
"Everything's okay?" She asked him, quietly lowering the book to direct all her attention to her boyfriend.
"This bite me in the ass," he complained under his breath. "What the fuck-"
"Love?"
"I should've never shared that photo." He let out an irritated sigh, then laughed. Y/n watched him, still not understanding.
"I don't understand, and you're not helping me." She moved to be at his level and look at his phone with him. "Oh..."
"They made me a fucking meme! The guys haven't stopped sending all the photos they find to the group chat."
"It's a worldwide trend and a meme on all social networks." She laughed after checking her apps. "Oh, you have to check Twitter, there are the best!" She let out a loud laugh.
"Love," he growled. "It's not even funny. I'm just squatting." He excused himself. He looked at Y/n who was chuckling, still looking at her phone. In a quick movement, he took it out of her hands and left it on the side of the bed.
"Hey! I was watching that…" She spoke, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Enough of that shit, I want to have fun now myself," he said, then grabbed her feet and dragged her a little further to the middle of the bed to climb on top of her and then pull his shirt off of him.
"Yoongi…" she laughed as she cupped his face in her hands. They both looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
"You do know that sharing that photo wasn't an official announcement of our relationship, right?" She nodded. "We'll do that tomorrow, together." She smiled at him to kiss him. "I love you, I truly love you."
BASED ON | TOMMY REALLY WANTED TO GO BACK IN TIME TO WHEN YOU WERE JUST HIS. PAIRING | TOMMY X F!READER. WARNINGS | EXES, CURSING, ANGST, DRINKING, PART 1?
That night, the Garrison Pub seemed quieter than usual. The familiar clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversations filled the air, but there was a somber undertone that even the dim, warm glow of the gaslights couldn't dispel. Men with drinks at their tables drank without paying attention to their surroundings, immersed in conversations with friends, forgetting the hard day's work. No one noticed how the atmosphere was more bitter… almost nostalgic.
Except for Tommy; he was observing everything from the office door. His flat cap in his left hand, while his right hand held a cigarette to his lips. Releasing the smoke from his mouth, he began making his way to the bar door for the family meeting Polly had scheduled. A family meeting he wasn’t invited to.
The fact burned a part of his mind and filled him with rage. Why the hell would Polly gather the family but exclude him? There was something they obviously didn’t want him to know. Something he was determined to find out. Damn it, if they thought he wouldn’t discover the meeting and investigate what was going on, they were wrong.
December had arrived again, the cold seeping through his heavy wool coat and touching his skin, but he continued his way without paying attention. The Birmingham streets were quiet, the occasional flicker of a streetlamp illuminating the cobblestones slick with recent rain. His eyes were fixed on the path, but his mind was everywhere. He couldn’t stop thinking, he had no moment of peace. Not since that day, the day he held the phone in one hand while holding a piece of paper with a number written on it in the other. The calendar marked the day with a red circle, seeming to judge him, hoping he would finally do it, that the courage he always claimed to have would make him call you for your birthday.
But what was he supposed to say? They hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since those words came out of your mouth. Those damn words that sent Tommy into a whirlwind of emotions. Emotions that were unknown to him. He didn’t understand at that moment that it was an opportunity at the beginning of a fulfilling life. A life he let die with the roses you gave him the day you opened your heart.
“I don’t understand,” you murmured. Your gaze fixed on the white flowers you had brought him as a small gesture to mark the beginning of the last month of the year. A girl was passing by selling them, and when you saw them, you immediately thought of him and how, the first time he took you to see his horses, he gave you a white rose. That day was etched in your mind as well as in your heart. You didn’t know how there were such beautiful flowers at this time of year, but you took it as a sign of the courage to finally confess to Tommy, hoping to strengthen and officially start what, in your eyes, you believed was mutual. Oh, how wrong you were.
“What don’t you understand, _____?” Tommy ran his hands over his face, feeling trapped. He didn’t really know where, but he could feel the walls of the room closing in even more as time passed.
“Tommy, how can you say this to me?” You shook your head incredulously. “This… I, I gave you everything. We see each other every day, we practically live together, and now you tell me this?” With each passing second, you felt the knot in your throat intensifying, and the heat in your chest burning you. “We’ve been together for a year now—”
“Don’t confuse things, _____. We are not together.” This time Tommy, for some reason even he didn’t know, spoke slowly and carefully. Almost in a way that was trying to convince you that you were mistaken, that it wasn’t love you both had. Or maybe he was just trying to convince himself. “We said it when we started sleeping together, and I repeat it to you. It’s only for mutual benefit. Nothing more, hmm?”
You laughed without joy and looked at the ceiling while feeling your eyes welling up. You cursed under your breath. You had never been one to show your feelings or even talk about them, but you felt so secure with him that for some reason you decided to put your heart on the table, only for it to be stabbed by the one you were completely in love with.
Tommy slowly lifted his gaze from the desk and fixed it on you. A discomfort and a bitter taste in his mouth seemed to want to tell him something he decided to ignore and focus on what he believed was best for both of them.
“Freedom, _____.” He said with his eyes on you. “Freedom to do what we want, do you really want to lose that? It’s not worth it.”
You lowered your head for a few seconds, trying to process the shame, pain, and anger that were driving you mad at that moment. How dare he say that freedom was his priority over you? You, who gave everything to stay by his side. Ignoring the looks, the whispers, insults, and pointing fingers at you to support him in all his decisions. The nights you gave up sleep to watch over his well-being were a waste in his eyes. He never wanted you or what you gave him and were willing to give. He only wanted someone to sleep with and vent to, someone to entertain him on his boring nights. You didn’t see it. Maybe all your judgment was clouded by his blue eyes that seemed to want to take you to heaven. And he did, he took you to the highest point only to let you go, and now you found yourself shattered on the ground of reality.
“Fuck you, Tommy. You and your stupid fictitious freedom.” You said through clenched teeth. “You want to be free? Congratulations, Tommy, you already are. You freed yourself from me.”
That had been the last time Tommy had seen you. Exactly a little over a year ago when you showed up in his office, as beautiful as always. With a coat that Ada had given you because you were that important to everyone, you had become someone special to the Shelbys, and when you decided to take the much-desired step of officially becoming a couple, Tommy simply rejected it.
The last thing he heard from you was when Polly, with a disappointed look, announced that you had gone back to London with your sister. They didn’t want to tell him anything more about you. He understood, he knew it was because of his actions and saying that you decided to leave the town. After all, you were from there, you had only fallen in love with the town when you came to visit a friend and decided to stay. Or that’s what you told everyone to avoid saying the obvious. That you stayed for him.
Over time he thought he had forgotten you, believed he had made the right decision by prioritizing what he so often called freedom, and futilely tried to believe he didn’t love you. But he was so wrong. Time was only a brief moment of forgetfulness, only to come back and take him back to those September nights where everything seemed perfect. Where he held you in his arms at night while listening to the beat of your heart, which was his favorite melody to calm his demons and fill him with a peace he thought he had lost. When you waited for him until late at night just to tend to his wounds, or listen to him talk about things that bothered him, or simply hold him. Kissing you seemed to be the remedy that cured everything, making love to you was the perfect union of their two souls. So beautiful, so bright that only the darkness of his selfishness prevailed and let everything crash to the ground.
Lately, he found himself returning to the past more than usual, but this time it was different. It wasn’t his dark past, the one he cursed remembering. Instead, it was a happy past because you were in it, in all his memories you were always there. By his side, holding him, loving him.
Without realizing it, he was already at the door of Polly’s house. He took his cap off his head and shook off the snow. His hands covered by black leather gloves turned the doorknob but paused briefly to hear laughter.
They weren’t accustomed to laughing so much, to sounding so cheerful… so happy. What the hell was going on?
Efficiently, Tommy opened the door and his breath caught in his throat at the scene before him. Everything seemed to have stopped. Even his heart.
“_____…” Tommy said softly upon seeing you in the living room, sitting with Polly, Ada, and John. All happy while drinking tea, and Tommy felt his body go numb. “You’re back.”
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BASED ON | reader and jungkook holding hands and being shy to admit their feelings. GENRE | friends but they have feelings for each other, fluff. WARNINGS | none, just them being shy.
"Ah, breathing fresh air is what I needed." Namjoon smiled, looking at the people around him. After a busy week full of exams and assignments, they could finally take a well-deserved break from all the studying. "This is really going to get crowded."
"Yeah, I heard Matty's band is playing tonight," Jungkook mentioned as he watched students arrive with their baskets and blankets to enjoy an outdoor picnic with friends. "I want to hear them play." He smiled excitedly.
"I want to eat," ____ complained when she saw that her friends were still making no effort to find a place to sit and get the food out.
"Me too," Yoongi sighed. "It's difficult, but I'm sure you can set up the picnic and talk at the same time." He deadpanned, making ____ and Soyeon laugh.
"Ah hyung, you're so mean sometimes." Jungkook frowned. "You, my best friend, support him." He scolded, looking at ____.
"I just laughed, Kook. Come on," she said, taking his arm and dragging him through the park to stand near the shade of a tree, all while she listened to Jungkook mutter under his breath.
The five of them began to take things out to arrange them on top of the tablecloth in the passage; they took out the food and drink they brought to share, while each one took their place around it.
As the sun began to set, the surrounding crowd grew thicker. Jungkook and ____ decided to take a slow walk around the park while the others finished their meal and gossiped. As they strolled, they noticed a group of people gathering around a stage.
"Matty's band is playing," Jungkook said, excitement evident in his voice.
____ nodded, "Let's go check them out."
As they approached the stage, ____'s eyes met Jungkook's. She saw the way Jungkook was watching Matty's band play, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that Jungkook had feelings for her, but she wasn't sure how to reciprocate them.
Not only that, but she sucked at love.
The band started playing, and both of them found a spot near the front. They danced and sang along, lost in the music. Suddenly, Jungkook appeared beside ____, his hand brushing against hers as he tried to find a place to stand. ____ felt a jolt of electricity run through her as their hands touched.
The band played on, but ____ couldn't focus on anything except for Jungkook's presence beside her. She felt her heart beating faster and faster as Jungkook leaned in closer to her. She could feel Jungkook's breath on her neck as they both swayed to the music.
As the song ended, Jungkook turned to ____ with a shy smile. "Can I walk you back?" he asked.
____ nodded, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. As they walked back to their friends, Jungkook couldn't help but feel like everything was falling into place. He knew that he had feelings for ____, and he was ready to take things to the next level.
As they arrived back at their picnic spot, a group of girls ran towards the stage for the next band, making ____ take Jungkook's hand in her own. The surrounding crowd had thinned out by now, but ____ didn't care. She wanted to hold onto Jungkook as long as possible.
Jungkook looked up at ____, his eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and hope.
Jungkook and ____ sat down beside their friends, still holding hands. The air was thick with tension, and everyone could sense the electricity between the two of them.
Soyeon nudged Yoongi, who rolled his eyes and whispered, "Already kiss, what the fuck."
Jungkook and ____ both turned bright red, feeling embarrassed and shy. They didn't want to admit that they had feelings for each other, but the way they looked at each other spoke volumes.
Namjoon noticed the way Jungkook and ____ were avoiding eye contact and decided to break the ice. "Who wants to play a game?" He suggested, pulling out a deck of cards from his backpack.
Everyone cheered, eager to take their minds off the awkwardness between Jungkook and ____. They played card games and laughed together, enjoying each other's company in a carefree and relaxed manner.
As the night drew to a close, Jungkook and ____ found themselves sitting next to each other once again. This time, there was no crowd around them, just the soft glow of the moonlight.
Jungkook took a deep breath and turned to her. All their friends were already gone. "I have something to say," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
____'s heart skipped a beat as she looked into Jungkook's eyes. She could see the sincerity and vulnerability in his gaze, and it made her heart flutter.
"I know we've been friends for a long time," Jungkook continued, "but I want you to know that I have feelings for you. I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I can't keep these feelings inside any longer."
____ felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looked at Jungkook with a mixture of surprise and joy. She had always suspected that Jungkook had feelings for her too.
Hell. Everyone knew it.
"I… I don't know what to say," she stammered, feeling overwhelmed by emotions. "I care about you too, Jungkook."
Jungkook smiled softly, taking her hand in his own. "That's all I need to know," he said, "and I want to explore this further with you. If you're willing to give us a chance."
____ nodded eagerly, feeling her heart swell with happiness. She leaned in, and the kiss was slow, filled with the promise of something new and beautiful. From that moment on, they were no longer just friends - they were something more special than either of them had ever experienced before, the cliché friends to lovers Jungkook loved to watch in dramas.
He just hoped they would find no bumps in their journey.
BASED ON | how can he move on when he is still hopelessly in love with you ? GENRE | f!reader x jungkook, ex!lovers, angst. WARNINGS | a very sad jungkook. I got the photos from the internet - pinterest - please let me know if they are yours, so I can give you credit for them or remove them. | something short i wrote when i was trying to get tickets for taylor, but sadly I couldn't.
Jungkook knew that being in his current situation was all his fault. No matter how much he looked at the ceiling of his room, how much he thought about things, or how much he regretted his actions. It was all done.
He also knew that his heart wasn't the first to break, but this was far beyond that. He felt like it had fallen off his chest and shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. Unable to pick up the pieces to put it back together again.
His head kept telling him that it had been months, and it was time to move on. That there were more fish in the water and in a little more time and with more will, all this would be in the past. But his heart... his heart, he couldn't even feel it. Because it wasn't with him anymore, it was always with her.
He felt like he was going crazy since he wasn't with her anymore, his days passed slowly like an uncomfortable situation that he wanted to escape from all the time, but there was no way out.
Even at rehearsals with his friends, all he could do was think about her and feel sorry for himself.
"I feel like I'm on automatic, I don't even feel it when I walk anymore. Or talk… or just breath." He muttered, looking at a point in the void in front of him.
Taehyung looked at him with his lips pressed together feeling bad for his friend's situation, but deep inside he couldn't help but want to let out a sigh and tell him that it was all a result of his actions. What he didn't know was that Jungkook already knew, and that was what fucked him up the most.
"We were all there, bro. It'll pass." Were his only words before patting his shoulder and going to Namjoon.
His actions not only resulted in losing the love of his life, but he also lost the trust of two of his brothers. Namjoon and Jin were very close to you, almost like family. So it was natural for them to be unhappy with him or his presence. Jungkook couldn't care less, he just wanted to stop feeling that way. He wanted her.
When he went out on the street, he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly when he saw a couple walking hand in hand, for it reminded him of the moments he shared with her.
After months, he knew he was still hopelessly and madly in love with her.
He had come to the conclusion that there was simply no way to get over her. He was willing to sit and wait for her for the rest of his life if necessary. There was nothing more he could do at that point, he was losing his mind.
She had blocked him from everywhere, every time he tried to dial her number it would just send it to voicemail. When he tried to log into her Instagram, her profile would come up as non-existent for him. Her Facebook and Twitter were no longer on his friends list. Every trace of her had even been removed from his networks.
Desperately, he had only one option left to communicate and as pathetic as it looked, he was going to use it.
My love,
How have you been? It's been so long... I've spent so much time without you that I feel like I'm dying.
I know that receiving an email from me on a Saturday night where I express everything I've wanted to say to you, just wasn't in your plans. And I know I don’t deserve it, but I have no other way to communicate with you. Your friends have done a great job of hiding you from me, and you have done a great job of removing yourself from all means of communication with me. Let me tell you that I don't blame you at all. I know I made the biggest mistake of my life and believe me I am paying for it.
I know I should have stayed home that night. I know I should have listened to my heart and waited for your call instead of going out with my friends. And I know I should let you go and move on, but I just can't.
How can I let go of the love of my life?
There is no one to blame but myself here. I take responsibility for my actions.
Still, I'm willing to ask on my knees that we can please talk. If only one last time.
To ask as a last favor to see your eyes without tears. To be able to be in your presence one more time is all I ask. Listen to my words and if you still want me out of your life forever, then I'll leave... but until I hear it one last time from your lips I'll remain this fool madly in love with you blinded with the hope of still seeing you again and being with you.
I pray to the stars to hear from you.
I love you today and always.
Hopelessly devoted to you, Jungkook.
