70s Disco | Taehyung

A night to remember. The music echoed across the dance floor. The lights bounced and glistened over any shiny surface it could find. The smell of sweat, velvet, and hair spray filled the air. The way he moved had more fluidity than the other bodies around you. His legs and hips so mesmerizing with the devilish mix of his hands gliding over his body. Second by second, his groove and swing brought you closer and closer to him. Until you peer up at him and see such an enticing smile. He doesn’t even need to ask you to dance because your body is already moving in-sync with his. Surely that won’t be the only thing in-sync tonight ~

→ pairing: taehyung x reader; feat. jimin → genre: drama / fluff → words: 7.6k → a/n: this is the first chapter of a very long series ahead. so I sincerely hope you enjoy this. there’s no smut yet but there will be. so to be cautious, i’m just labeling it as such for now. I’ve worked really, really hard on this series. please share if you enjoy it. give feedback. it would be greatly appreciated, xo (edit made by me)

→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

→ summary: falling in love isn’t easy; neither is standing in love. time and time again, you’ve tried to make things work in past relationships but all have ended in heartbreak. all you want is that white picket fence and a family of your own. time seemed to be getting faster every year and the time seemed appropriate to consider going to a doctor to have a child on your own. in one day, one person completely changes your life forever; but is this only practical or is this the real thing?

Caffe Americano

✦ characters: non-idol!namjoon x reader ✦ summary: a poetically romantic scenario of falling in love with a boy who shares a common interest - coffee. ✦ genre/words: fluff. romanticism. poetry. | 2.3k

There’s nothing like the smell of fresh coffee brewed in the morning. Most people might relish in the feeling of waking up to the smell of coffee at home but there was something completely different about walking into this coffee shop at 9 every morning. It was a ritual. Wake up at eight, out the door ten til nine, then a ten minute drive to the sweet sanctuary of the coffee shop that you’ve have grown to love over the years. It was your own personal heaven.

In the corner of the coffee shop, away from the rest of the crowds; this is where you would sit. A small table for two - yourself and your laptop. A quiet corner that held your residence for hours on end until you were satisfied writing whatever you were working on. The perks of being a writer is you can set your own schedule and this is what fit perfectly for you.

Trusting your laptop to be safe to sit alone for a minute or two, you exited from your seat to grab your first cup of coffee for the day. The bell chimed as a customer had walked in, but you were too busy smoothing out your dress to notice them. With a content sigh, you made your stride over to the counter to place your order.

In front of you was a tall, lean man with blonde hair. He wore a light blue button down shirt and white pants; broad shoulders and styled hair. You couldn’t help but to take in his features as you waited for him to make his order. The intrigue that flooded through you was growing by the second as you nonchalantly took notice of his long legs and the way his fingers tapped against his leg; anxiously awaiting his morning fix. When the cashier greeted him finally, his deep voice struck a chord in you and it made your heart skip a beat. His voice was as smooth as the creamy layer in the drink he ordered; your drink of choice.

“One caffe americano please.”

When it was time to place your order, your mind was completely blank. There was something very familiar about him and his voice. It was a soothing sound that you could easily listen to while falling asleep. A tone that could part a cloudy sky. It was like your heart was made of the strings of a harp and he just strummed every chord harmoniously.

“Ma’am? Are you okay,” the cashier asked. Jarring you from your thoughts, you looked at the kind faced man in front of you and cleared your throat. Stepping forward, you smiled nervously; praying no one saw you in this hazy state.

“Right. Sorry. An americano please,” your timid voice finally made an appearance. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked over at the tall man with a blush. He was standing at the other end of the counter, looking away quickly with a bashful grin as he was looking at you as well. Either he was mocking you for your embarrassing moment or he was tickled that you ordered the same thing as him; you weren’t sure. But when you heard his name being called as his drink was handed over to him, that was all that mattered.

Namjoon.

→ pairing: first person reader x taehyung [hospital!au] → genre: angst | slight fluff | mention of smut → words: 5k → warnings: triggering warning - this fiction contains mentions of mental illness, suicide, and death. → a/n: edit made by me. this is my first angst fic. I don’t like writing or reading angst fics because they’re too intense for me. but sometimes, you have to let some intense emotions out and through words is the only way it can be done sometimes. please be gentle.

Is it me or does it always rain on Tuesday; or maybe it’s Wednesday? Oh wait. Today is Thursday. Everyone else either doesn’t care or they’re flipping out because of the rain. The sky is a bright, ironic muddled shade of grey. The rain is pouring out of the sky like it’s desperate to extinguish a fire that no one else can see. If you ignore the sounds of cries and screaming in the background, you can enjoy the sound of the water hitting the window pane. Right now, I hear a girl crying to my left and a boy repeating the same word over and over to my right. It’s a vicious cycle that won’t stop filtering through my ears while I’m just trying to enjoy the fucking rain.

This place, these four walls, is hell on earth. It doesn’t look like it from the outside looking in. Everything is white, which is frustrating. The walls, the linoleum floors, the clothes the nurses and guards wear, our sneakers; everything is white except for what we wear. I’m sure they did that on purpose so we couldn’t blend in as well. Grey or blue for us with white sneakers is what we’re forced to wear. Although everyone is familiar with our faces, they wouldn’t want us acting normal and pretending we’re staff so we could escape. That’s happened before, you know? By me? How dare you think such a thing? Yeah, it was me.

namjoon birthday project | 01 | reflection 940912

kim namjoon is a man that, like many of us, has faced many obstacles in his life. he’s worked so incredibly hard to become the man he is today. he’s dealt with pain, depression, heart break, insults, threats, judgments; he’s been through it all. what we see is a man that smiles and shows his dimples when all he felt inside was pain and suffering. namjoon has shown us nothing but strength.

through his words, he showed us his heart and soul. in reflection, he told us his truth. the hate he feels for himself and how he sees the world in despair. a harsh reality that was beyond relatable. he envied how happy people looked. he felt that he showed be happy and in ways, he was, but deep down he really wasn’t. through his words, namjoon freed himself.

I have a deep respect for this man. thank you for being yourself. whether it’s a facade or truth, you seem much happier now and I hope it’s true. thank you for sharing your strength with us. thank you for teaching us how to love ourselves. I hope you realize in each passing day how much you’re loved and adored; how inspiring and incredible you are. 

namjoon birthday project | 02 | love

there’s a lot to love about namjoon. the beautiful thing is that he’s finally getting the recognition he deserves. he’s been loved for so long but didn’t even realize it. how could you not love how hardworking he is? how could you not notice how beautiful it is when he smiles and dimples poke his cheeks? he’s such a sweet and loving person. he’s so loyal and faithful to his friends and family. when they asked him if he wanted to go solo or stay with the boys, he chose the boys. sure, he would do well on his own, but he would never. as long as he can stay a part of bangtan, he will. 

namjoon is so intelligent. not just by the book but there is so much wisdom inside his mind. his insight on the world is so broad. his thoughts run deep. he’s the type of person that goes out late at night or early in the morning to observe the world around him. he has such an open mind and he’s not afraid to let the world know. he openly talks about his views on women and the lgbtq community. even in a society where things may be taboo or not commonly spoken of, he will say it anyways. he taught himself english to better himself. he studies anything that will benefit his work and that will help him grow as a person and leader.

he’s such a warm and fuzzy person. the image he portrayed at first was that he was a hardcore rapper. while he is an insanely talented rapper, he’s also a teddy bear. he loves his ryan collection. he loves crabs in the most adorable way possible. he loves his puppy, rapmon. he loves when his brothers do cute things that make him squishy. he loves cafes and book shops. he loves romanticism and poetry. he loves indie movies. he loves supporting other artists and musicians. he loves taking photos while on his walks. lastly, he loves all of us with all of his heart.

namjoon birthday project | 03 | librarian!au

There’s a magical component that lies within a book. Something about walking into a bookstore or a library that draws you in. It catches your attention and devours your very being as you begin flipping through the pages. But there’s something else that can consume you - love.

It wasn’t quite time for autumn but it was lingering just around the corner. The air around you struggled between wanting to embrace in the warmth still or basking in that crisp, cool air. The combination of the two was exhilarating in your stride. An old library came into view; stopping you almost instantly. It was a building that seemed to have been here for so long but you’ve never seen it before. Perhaps it used to be another storefront and now it’s been transformed into something else - something that lures you.

As you stepped through the chipped white painted door, a little bell chimed. The smell of old books filled your nostrils but a hint of coffee in the distance. There was no one else in the small building - no one to greet you. Assuming it was open, you carried on to glance at the books anyways. Your fingertips grazed binding after binding until finally you stumbled across a section of poetry. A collection of E.E. Cummings caught your attention, so you picked it up and opened to a page at random.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

You whispered the words to yourself. Although you knew the poem by heart, you were unable to stop reading aloud. The whisper was loud enough for a tall man to hear from a bookshelf he was organizing nearby. He stepped out from his place to observe you. The man knew the poem and recognized it right away. Your voice was so soothing to him. As you read, it was like a melody to his ears - like a siren drawing him to the shore.

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose -

The man stood near you softly without alarm and parted his lips to continue. or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;

His voice didn’t startle you as it may have anyone else as he began joining you in speech. His presence was comforting and warm. Brown hair, light honey skin, and full pink lips that made your heart skip a beat. The two of you carried out the words of the poem; neither of you needing a script to recite.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

As the man said the words that began sending chills up and down your spine, he inched closer and closer to you until he was only a breath away. His hand reached up to engulf your smaller hand - slowly easing the book back down in its original place. Not once did you break eye contact but you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Silence filled the air once the last words were spoken, gentle smiles easing on your faces. His hand remained on yours without either of you realizing until the bell chimed once again - neither of you letting go of the other. An elderly woman walked in for her weekly visits.

“I’m sorry,” the man began, “I don’t mean to be so forward.” His voice was deep and smooth like velvet. You looked up into his brown eyes as the shade of rose blossomed your cheeks.

“I don’t mind. That was…beautiful,” you said almost in a trance. You were unsure of the right words to say; as if you were under a spell you didn’t want to break. Perhaps beautiful wasn’t the right word but it didn’t matter in this moment because it truly was. He gave you his name and it echoed in your head as if your heart was desperately trying to keep from forgetting - although it wouldn’t be possible. A name that you somehow knew would purr from your lips beyond this day as he would say yours like the melody that he fell in love with the first moment he heard your voice.

Namjoon

so, I was talking to @lets-go-north and somehow the conversation escalated to imagining Tae as Harley Quinn and how insanely well Tae plays a crazy person but like…in a hot way? the conversation escalated to this little imagine and I might make a drabble of it. just gonna copy and paste what I wrote her. sound interesting or nah?

the crazy factor makes it even hotter? like you have no idea what he’s going to do. like going up to him cautiously to kiss him and he just stands there with the bat in his hand, watching your every move with a raised eyebrow. as you slowly put your hands on his chest and reach up to kiss him, he lets you at first but then something snaps in him and he bites your lip, growls and backs away. then gets mad and starts smashing things with the bat. his hair becoming disheveled and breathing heavily as he tries to calm down. then starts laughing as he runs his fingers through his hair and asks if you really thought you could tame him. then walks up to you quickly to hover over you and intimidate you, making you back up into a wall. he smacks the wall right next to your head to make you jump and smirks as it just does that. you can feel the bat grazing your leg and his hand running up your other leg and under your skirt. his gaze is so dark…face so close to yours and he says, ‘but this is what you want, isn’t it? you want to make me mad so i can play with you?’

oh and speaking of Tae as Harley Quinn, you should check out @lets-go-northSuicide Squad video because it’s incredible and my girl is crazy talented and I just can’t get enough of promoting her brilliance.