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symbol guide (will add more as we go along <3)

[🌸] fluff

[💔] angst

[🤭] secret third thing (not smut but slightly suggestive)

[🥺] fluff with a bit of angst

[🥲] angst with a bit of fluff

[🌚] crack

[🩷] my faves

er-established relationship

ftl-friends to lovers

fts-friends to strangers

etlte-exes to lovers to exes

s-situationship

tl-toxic lovers

tr-toxic relationship

W O R K S

B T S

kim seokjin

coming soon!

min yoongi

coming soon!

jung hoseok

why you treating me like someone that you never loved? | imagine, fts, tr, non idol au, college au, 💔, 🩷

kim namjoon

i’ll be here | imagine, er, idol!namjoon, 🥺, 🩷

just a touch of your love | requested, imagine, er, 🌸, idol!namjoon

park jimin

low battery | requested, imagine, er, idol!jimin, 🥲 (releasing 20 august)

kim taehyung

how could i forget? | imagine, er, idol!taehyung, 🥺

jeon jungkook

somewhere in paradise | drabble series, er, idol!jungkook, 🌸, 🩷

A T E E Z

park seonghwa

coming soon!

kim hongjoong

coming soon!

jeong yunho

call me when you get there | drabble series, fts, s, 💔 (might get deleted soon)

kang yeosang

last christmas | imagine, ftl, nonidol!yeosang, 🥺, 🩷

choi san

coming soon!

song mingi

coming soon!

jung wooyoung

painful reminders | imagine, er, 🌸, 🌚

choi jongho

healthy study habits | imagine, er, idol!jongho, 🌸, 🤭, 🩷

O T H E R:

(might not write for the group(s) but if inspiration strikes, who am I to stop it? >.< )

choi soobin

no goodbyes | oneshot, etlte, idol!soobin, 🥲, 🩷

more coming soon(?)

B T S

when it rains drabble and imagine series

#1 jungkook

#2 namjoon

more coming soon!

A T E E Z

in the rain drabble and imagine series

#1 yunho

more coming soon!

tysm for showing interest in my little blog and writings. take care! 🤍🩷

masterlist and mini series headers

Low Battery 

synopsis: in which jimin helps his girlfriend during a meltdown

cw: requested, autistic!reader, boyfriend!jimin, established relationship, reader has a meltdown, angst with fluff, reader has one emotional outburst, just a gentle jimin being there for his gf

words: 1217

It all started because of his bad habit. Jimin went out to pick up a few things that had run out in the apartment. You would’ve gone with him as usual but you were not in the highest of moods lately so you both decided you should rather stay at home in your vulnerable state. 

You were feeling worn out but you still tried to push yourself to at least be somewhat productive, even if it was managing to do only one thing. You set off on washing the dishes. 

You were barely tolerant of the sound of running water in the sink most days but now in your current state the intolerance would only heighten so you grabbed your noise cancelling earphones before beginning the task. You trudged through it but hoped once it was done you would at least feel better, even if it was slight. Sometimes it was easy navigating the world. You had learned over the years how to mask well but there would be other times when it all just became a bit too much, too exhausting and your body would almost manually reset itself as if to better equip you for future events. This was one of those times. 

Once you were finished, you ambled over to the couch and grabbed your phone to check how far he was. It usually took him around twenty minutes or so in total. It had only been around thirteen so far so there was still plenty of time for him to return. But then thirteen turned to twenty seven and he still hadn’t returned. 

‘It’s not that much of a concern, right?’ you tried to reason with yourself, ‘people run late sometimes.’ 

But it was unlike him not to tell you when he was, so you decided to call him. 

It didn't go through. 

You stared at your phone screen in confusion, worriedly tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth  before trying again. 

Same result. 

By now, without you even processing what you were doing, you were pacing the floor. Your heart hammered violently in your chest; your mind immediately generated the worst case scenarios. 

Jimin always answered his phone, especially when it came to you. Why had it changed today? 

You called him a third time, thinking that maybe something was wrong with his service but still to no avail. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” you murmured to yourself as you felt the rush of anxiety flowing through your body, almost rendering you breathless. You knew what was happening but you couldn’t concentrate enough to remember the breathing techniques you were taught to calm you down—not until you knew he was safe. 

Had something happened to him? Where could he be? Why wasn’t he answering your phone? 

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder and froze with your hands drawn to your chest in fright, your mind immediately going blank from terror. 

Jimin’s concerned face filled your vision but you couldn’t immediately register it. 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone!” was the only thing that left your mouth in a hurry, before you were even aware of what you had said or how you had said it. 

You turned away from him before heading towards the couch and hugging your knees to your chest with your head buried in between. You felt the couch sink beside you, indicating that Jimin had taken a seat close enough for you to know he was there but not enough to further overwhelm you. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d had a meltdown in front of him and the first few were rough for the both of you. As much as he was your kind, considerate and understanding boyfriend, it was easy to see he would get upset whenever you had a meltdown during the early months of your relationship because he didn’t know how best to navigate the situation yet. It seemed like the more he tried to approach you, the worse it would make the situation but eventually he learned how to follow your lead. 

He learned that when he tried to console you and touch you at the peak of it that that would only trigger you more so he would wait. He would always be just close enough to you and would wait. 

When he sensed you were calm enough, he would slowly approach and start with a gentle touch on your back or shoulder before you would eventually lay your head on his lap and he would continue to delicately stroke your hair; your body would tingle in delight at the calming action. 

His touch was always soft and tender, conveying his care and reassurance in this simple movement.  

If you were out in public, he would be most observant for any signs of discomfort. When you started showcasing them, he would gently guide you somewhere quiet and private, to allow you to give you the space you need without an audience to follow through with your breathing exercises that you’d learned or just sit in silence (alone or with him there) until you were ready again. He was always gentle, attentive, and had quintessentially become your safe space. 

And when it was him who had gotten you in such a state, he would be upset at himself but his main priority would be to bring you back to yourself. 

Just as he was doing now while patiently waiting for you to calm down. 

You had finally managed to subdue your crying after some time and the guilt had started to set in. You knew Jimin understood you weren’t upset with him, and he understood you were just overstimulated but that didn’t ease your guilt. 

You slowly sat up and wiped the tears off your cheeks, removing the earphones from your ears. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes as you sniffled, “I’m sorry I snapped at you.” 

He opened his hands, gesturing for you to put yours in his, checking if you would be alright with that. You tentatively put yours in his ad he clasped gently, rubbing the back of your palms with his thumbs. 

“I didn’t realise my battery was low until I tried to call you and saw it was dead. I had to go to a different store to find our favourite beer but I rushed back as quickly as I could.” 

Your lower lip trembled but he was quick to soothe you again. “I sound inconsiderate don’t I?” He wiped the falling tear away. 

“You don’t. You were worried. I would’ve been, too, if I were in your shoes.” You saw a hint of a reassuring smile before he opened his arms. You immediately fell against him, allowing him to bring you in his warm embrace and sighed, feeling a lot more grounded than earlier. 

“One day your scoldings about my uncharged phone will work,” he attempted as a joke and you grumbled in his chest. 

“Please let that day be today,” you said, dragging out the first word.  

His chest vibrated with poorly restrained laughter, causing you to smile into his chest. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll go charge it now.” You held him tighter, stopping him from moving. 

“Later.” 

He chuckled again, bringing his arms tighter around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Later.” 

a/n: sorry this is so late lol i had so many ideas but none of them felt right lol but i hope you like it, anon! ^.^

Can I request a Jimin one where his girlfriend is autistic and has a meltdown or shutdown ? :) just him comforting through it or basically how he prevents or is about someone overwhelmed ? :)

No worries if you don’t want to write it :)

Hope you have a great day :3

hi hi! <3

thank you so much, i’m glad you liked it! ^.^

I absolutely adore your fics 💕. Can I request a namjoon oneshot where reader is very clingy and keeps on hugging, kissing and clinging on namjoon? And namjoon is so confused but he goes on with it. And when they lie in bed for the night reader pulls namjoon on top of her because she wants to have namjoon as close as possible. A very cute and fluffy oneshot please

just a touch of your love // knj 

cw: requested, fluff, pure fluff, confused namjoon, boyfriend!namjoon, i didn’t know if you wanted idol au or non idol so i made it as vague as possible, i also made descriptions as vague as possible, one mention of past life, kisses, cuddles, one incident he makes you cry, established relationship

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much and thank you for the request! 

i’m so sorry this is late, i was not ignoring you, i just wanted to make sure the writing was as fluffy as i could make it and i hope you enjoyed it 💞i also released it early because i feel bad for keeping you waiting i’m sorry once again >.< 

words: 923

Namjoon was just like you. It wasn’t that you both didn’t like physical touch, you just wouldn’t actively seek it. You were both content with the occasional touches and small pecks here and there and would hardly ever deviate from this silent consensus. But today, you could admit, you found yourself needing his touch a little more than usual. 

Nothing in particular prompted this feeling, nothing ever really does, you were just suddenly flooded with such overwhelming affection for your darling boyfriend—your heart in human form. It often arises from watching him go about his day, performing mundane tasks but the thought that this man is in your presence and he’s all yours often tugs warmly at your heartstrings and you have no other way to express this fondness other than having him in your arms, reminding yourself that he is, indeed, real–that all of this was real.

Your darling boyfriend, however, remained in the dark about these feelings that have arisen as he blinks down at you in surprise each time you wrapped your arms around him throughout the day. The first time he was amused and took it for your usual affections but after the third time, especially now as he stood in the kitchen preparing coffee for you both, he would tilt his head quizzically but wouldn’t comment further on the actions. Instead, he would resort to teasing you.

 “Did you miss me?” You were currently hugging him from behind and nodded into his back which caused him to chuckle. 

“It hasn’t even been five minutes.” 

“Still too long. I wish I could live in your skin so you can take me everywhere.” He bursted into laughter and you smiled at the jovial sound. 

When you sat together, you flung your legs over his and tried to get as close to him as possible. He would side eye you with a question clearly dancing in his eyes but would say nothing more as he placed an arm over your knees, softly drawing circles in your skin. 

That wasn’t the end of it, much to his unspoken confusion. 

If you two so happened to be in separate rooms (something he found to be a rare occasion today), the moment you were in his presence again you would either hold him close if he were standing or pepper kisses on any part of his body you could reach first, often landing kisses on his forehead, cheeks or even neck if you felt playful enough. After every interaction, Namjoon was left more dazed than the previous one but still he wouldn’t speak and allowed you to do as you pleased. 

Then, closer to the evening, you were pleasantly surprised when he was the one to beckon you to sit on his lap in his reading chair. You happily obliged and wrapped one arm around his neck while you traced his features with your other free hand. 

Namjoon sat obediently, watching your serene face closely as your feathered touch gave him goosebumps. To your ignorance, this only increased his bewildered state, but he wouldn’t speak because as much as this new influx of attention confused him he didn’t mind. 

When you weren’t tracing his face or simply staring at him lovingly, you would plant small kisses on his moles. 

“Do you know that theory about mole placements and how they say that’s where your lover in your past life kissed you most?” Namjoon lazily smiled as he brought you closer to his lips. 

“You really enjoyed kissing my face, huh? Some things never change,” he joked. You playfully rolled your eyes before aligning your lips to his soft, plump ones and allowed yourself to get lost in the slow movements of your mouths reuniting in a dance they knew all too well.  

Late at night was when you finally gained insight into what was really going through his mind throughout the day. You and Namjoon lay facing each other. His hand gently stroked your hair, nearly lulling you to sleep but his soft voice interrupted, “Was everything okay today?” You furrowed your brows in confusion but when you opened your eyes and saw the confusion painted on his face you realised your sudden clinginess was cause for concern for him. You allowed for a peaceful smile to form as you snuggled closer to him so your faces were only centimetres apart. “I just really love you,” you earnestly answered. But then slowly started to unwrap yourself as another thought occurred to you. 

“Were you uncomfortable?" Namjoon quickly halted your actions and brought you back to your original position, beaming at you. 

“No. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” You were suddenly shy and couldn’t meet his eyes. 

“I just wanted to appreciate you today. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re all mine.”  

“I’m the one who can’t believe you’re real. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you,” he whispered against your lips causing your heart to flutter for the umpteenth time today. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’d do it all again just for a chance to experience you again.” 

Your eyes wielded with unshed happy tears. “I love you. But right now I’m mad you’re gonna make me cry before we sleep.” 

He snorted and pulled you so close that you were basically laying on him more than the bed before planting playful kisses all over your face as an apology, as an affirmation that as much as you both were touch reserved, he was equally as obsessed with you and always eager to give in.

sleepless seoul || knj 

**part 2 of the when it rains drabble and imagine series**

cw: fluff, crack(ish?), mentions of insomnia, established relationship, kissing, one mention of enlistment (can you believe we made it??), reader is competitive, sleepy namjoon bless his soul, boyfriend!namjoon, this was written in state of intense writer’s block >.<, not proofread at all sorry

words: 734

“Are you sure about that, Kim Namjoon?” You quirked your eyebrow. 

“I’m sure about this, y/n y/l/n,” he said as he playfully gave you a challenging glare. 

The rumbling of thunder and rain outside acted as appropriate background music for the suspense building up between you both.

You were aware of Namjoon’s struggles with insomnia. Since coming back home from enlistment, nights have seldom been a peaceful reprieve for him. 

As the sun was slowly swallowed by the earth, it was hard not to notice how he would tense up, fearing what the night would have in store. Some nights went by without a hitch and he would succumb to sleep easily but other nights, like tonight, were filled with much hardship. 

He would sneak out of the bed to avoid waking you up because of his restlessness and occupy himself with something else until sleep eventually came in the early hours. When at first you offered to stay up with him, he fiercely refused, stating that at least one of you deserved a good night’s sleep but he could never bypass your stubbornness no matter how much he tried. 

Sometimes you would stay up and just let him get everything he needed off his chest, being the much needed shoulder he needed to cry on but on other days, like today, it was clear that he simply needed a distraction more than anything. 

And you gladly offered that distraction in various ways. Tonight, you chose uno. 

Namjoon wasn’t very competitive but you, on the other hand, took it incredibly seriously so in turn, he did too just to get a playful rise out of you. You knew which card he held between his two fingers as he gave you a mischievous smirk. 

“Namjoon I want you to know that if you play that card it could change the trajectory of our relationship forever. Are you ready for that?” 

He chuckled as he made a show of dramatically unleashing the card and placing it down to show its +4 face. 

You gasped, just as dramatically. “You didn’t!” 

“Oh, I did.” It was time for you to pick up the theatrics. 

“Oh, but I wish you hadn’t because you see,” you matched his previous dramatics as you placed your own +4 card on top of his, “now I have to absolutely destroy you.” You giggled manically as he bowed his head in defeat but stopped as you noticed his hands hovering over his stack of cards again. 

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” 

“Wait! There’s no need for violence.” 

He snorted. “You started it.” 

And it was true, you had, but that was also why you needed to end it as well. You hated losing and knew after he placed his card, the chances of him winning were incredibly likely as he would have only one more card left so you did the only thing you thought to do in your current slightly sleep deprived state—you jumped on him, knocking him over on his back and attempted to distract him with sweet kisses. 

“Isn’t this cheating?” He chuckled as he returned the kisses and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I was just suddenly overcome with so much love for you, is that a crime?” 

He smiled at your ridiculous response and antics, his dimples almost more profound under the soft glow of the golden light. 

“If that’s what you’re going with, I’m not complaining.” 

You returned the smile as you leaned in for a much tender kiss. Namjoon held the side of your face gently as he deepened the kiss and stole your breath away like he always did, the game long forgotten. Neither of you seemed to care. 

Soon enough, his kisses were much more relaxed and languid and you smiled victoriously at your triumph. He was finally tired enough to welcome sleep again. 

“Are you ready to try again?” you whispered against his lips as you two broke apart. 

Namjoon only hummed in response, his eyes staying closed from your brief makeup session. 

You made yourself comfortable next to him as you wrapped a hand around his torso. He rested his one hand gently over yours as he held you closer with his free arm. 

“Sweet dreams, Joonie,” you whispered and placed an another soft kiss on his neck but by then he was, thankfully, finally, dead to the world.

atp the drabble series is drabbles and imagines istg i tried to keep it short and sweet and that happened somewhat but not enough (╥_╥)

why you treating me like someone that you never loved? || jhs

cw: angst, just angst, university au, toxic relationship, use of alcohol, reader gets drunk, hobi gets drunk, a few curse words here and there, miscommunication, tae, yoongi, jungkook mentioned briefly (idk if that’s a cw but they’re here yay! well, not yay, this is angst), non-idol au, use of y/n and y/f/n, i tried to keep descriptions as neutral as possible so you can imagine reader as you would like <3

words: 3944

“Hello? Hoseok?” You could hardly hear him above the bass thumping from his end.

It was 3 AM.

Your phone was usually on Do Not Disturb around this time but you had a few contacts exempted so when your phone rang, your body was in high alert thinking it was an emergency.

When you saw the familiar name that flashed on the caller ID, your heart lurched itself into your throat.

After four months of no contact, you never thought you’d ever hear from him again.

There was a time where answering his calls around this time was a promised adventure but now it felt like you were entering uncharted waters.

He finally spoke, but you couldn’t make out his slurred speech.

“Are you drunk right now?” You sighed and leaned against your headboard. You were now partially awake but you knew hanging up and chasing sleep again would be a futile endeavour so you might as well find out what it was that made him call.

“Y/nnn.” You hadn’t heard him say your name in so long it felt foreign to your ears. There was a time when the whispered chants of your name from his tongue were a welcomed melody.

“Yeah?” you let out softly, unsure if he could hear it.

“Y/nnn,” was his only response.

To say you were slightly ticked off would be an understatement. “Hoseok, what is it? Do you want me to come get you?”

“Hobi,” he said, you could almost hear his pout through the screen.

You furrowed your brows. “What? What are you saying?”

“You didn’t…you didn’t call me Hobi,” he slurred out.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, although in slight amusement. “What do you want, Hobi? Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s going on?”

“I miss you, y/n.” You’re simply hearing what you want, you tried to convince yourself. His slurred speech was so indecipherable that your brain had to fill in the blanks with whatever it could manage in your slightly drowsy state. That’s what you told yourself to rid your mind of the possibility you might have heard him correctly and his words were true. Because they simply couldn’t be.

“I miss you so much,” he repeated, this time more coherent than previously.

You clutched your phone tightly and stared at the blank wall in front of you in your dark room.

“I’m sorry. For how I acted. I was so, so, so, soooo stupid.”

Was he aware of the words spilling from his mouth? No, he couldn’t have been. He was too drunk.

He shuffled around for a while and you noticed the music in the background had quietened slightly. You were also well aware that you had barely said anything in response.

You had finally gathered the strength to voice your thoughts, that he was really drunk right now and he’d regret it all in the morning when he’d sobered up and had come to his senses, when his next words halted your attempt.

“I love you. Is that okay to say?” You heard him chuckle. Your breath hitched at the confession.

He didn’t seem the slightest bit aware of just how much his words had shifted your axis. He let out a long breath before you heard more shuffling from his side, as if he were trying to find a comfortable seating position.

“I really, really love you, y/n.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” your voice came out small. The fact you could find your voice at all surprised you.

He only chuckled again, you pictured his beautiful smile immediately.

“I love you. Everyone knows I love you. But I’m stupid. So fucking stupid.”

You heard repeated thumping as if he were hitting something repeatedly. You couldn’t let him continue. It would only hurt you more because you knew come morning, he would realise his mistake and you two would return to how you had been for the past four month, albeit now you’d have a heavier heart than before.

You cleared your throat as if to quell the tears away. “Hoseok, is there someone there someone who can take you home?”

He groaned. “Not Hoseok. Hobi.”

You couldn’t help the fleeting smile on your face. “Hobi. Is there someone who can take you home?”

He made a sound as if thinking. “Yoongi’s here. Yoongi!”

You heard brief shuffling and low indistinct arguing before Yoongi’s voice filled your phone speakers.

“Y/n?”

“Hey. Hobi called me. I’m worried about him, I think he’s had enough to drink for the night, can you take him home?”

Hobi was still audible in the background and you could hear him wrestling Yoongi and asking to speak to you. There was more arguing and shuffling before Yoongi came back on again.

“Sorry abut that. I think you’re right.” He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take him home safely.”

“Thank you.”

You said your goodbyes and you placed your phone on your nightstand again, aware that sleep had long evaded you by now. You replayed his drunken confession over and over in your mind, a fluttering in your heart that you tried—but failed—to squash. It couldn’t be true. Not after how you had left things.

How could it be true?

You shook out of your reverie. He was just drunk. That’s what it was. But you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Everyone knows I love you.”

Was it true? Why didn’t they say anything?

Your friends knew how you felt about him and how much it hurt you every time Hoseok would cancel your plans in the last few months before you drifted apart yet they said nothing. They all saw how much it ate at you seeing him out and about with other people but never you. You two used to be the best of friends, had been that way since the first day if uni and by the end, everything fell apart.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway,” you told yourself as you prepared to try and fall asleep again but you knew it was only wishful thinking.

___

You called y/f/n the next morning and told them what happened the previous night.

“He said that?”

“It’s crazy, right? I don’t know what got into him. How could you say that to me, especially how we ended things?”

Hoseok and you were never official. You two had always been the best of friends, inseparable–you couldn’t find one without the other and then one drunken night changed everything for you both and suddenly you were blurring the line between friends and more throughout uni.

But you’d always wanted more. You only realised how much after agreeing to your situation. Everyone knew about your…arrangement and you knew most of them didn’t approve (especially y/f/n and Yoongi) but they trusted you two to be mature in your handling of whatever mess you had gotten yourselves into. You two would try convince them all the time that everything was under control and it was. Up until it wasn’t.

When he started to cancel plans all of a sudden or sought ways to avoid you in the last few months of uni, you took it extra hard but you tried to convince yourself he was only focusing on his studies. But when you noticed that he would make time for everyone (and you do mean everyone, including people he hardly hung out with) but you, you knew it was an active decision on his part to ensure he stayed as far away from you as possible. It stung. Greatly.

It might not have been a huge surprise to your friends when you both eventually had a massive blowout, one you were sure you would never recover from. You swore you never wanted to hear from him again and he, much to your dismay, seemed to honour your request.

Your friends had to deal with the after effects, ensuring that you two never crossed paths which was incredibly difficult to do considering how integrated you all were in each other’s lives. It had proven to be difficult on multiple occasions and you’re sure it would only be more difficult moving forward with this sudden revelation and y/f/n’s graduation party coming up.

Your friends had secretly curated an alternating schedule for you both on which events he can attend and which ones you coul but now that you all were graduating, it would only be inevitable that you’d cross paths at all their graduation parties. You had prepared yourself at least for that, but with the new revelation, you weren’t so sure you were fully ready to face him again.

“Well, he’s always liked you so I’m not surprised.”

“What?” You were brought back to reality by y/f/n’s statement.

“Yeah. He’s right. We all knew it and it was so frustrating watching you both be so stupid.” Their cavalier voice caught you off guard, as if they were relaying some other mundane news to you like how the sky was blue.

“I…I was scared of losing him,” you said in defense, rather pathetically. You frowned at your own meek words.

“And look what happened anyway.”

You rolled your eyes but sulked more. “Do you think it’s too late?”

“I don’t know. I mean, clearly you’re still on his mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try?”

You thought back to your last fight, but it was quickly overshadowed by the gentleness, the playfulness of his tone when he’d told you he loved you. It reminded you of the myriad of late nights you would both spend together, how he would always look at you adoringly but how you would convince yourself it was all in your head.

Would it be worth the gamble?

As much as there were these beautiful sweet moments, there were also the moments filled with bitter confusion but were you willing to throw caution to the wind and take the leap, believe that his words were true?

If you were being honest, your entire relationship was never built on caution.

“You’re right. At least after, I’ll know where we stand. Maybe it’ll be good for us. To finally air out our feelings and everything.” You didn’t know who you were trying to convince.

“Oh, my God, finally!” they said, a little too excitedly.

“Wow, tell me how you really feel.”

They obviously ignored you. “And you know the perfect time to do it? My grad party.”

You wished they were with you so they would see the look of pure horror on your face.

“Do you not remember the last time we spoke?”

“Yes, he told you he loved you,” they responded cheekily. “Would you please have some optimism in your life? It’ll be fine! I’ll make sure of it.” You snorted.

“This is a good thing. The gang will all finally be together again and you two will work out whatever it is you’ve got going on between you two. I’m so happy this night actually be sorted once and for all.”

You smiled at their optimism, not wanting to rain on their parade and taking their word of advice and choosing to keep your thoughts in the brighter side. “How’s planning going by the way? Do you need help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost finished. I just have to figure out how I’m gonna get my cousin there from the airport. Trust her to do everything last minute,” they grumbled the last part. “I think I’ll ask Yoongi to pick her up. He still owes me a favour, anyway.”

“I would’ve offered but, you know…” You heard them snort on the other side. “Hey, maybe fourth time’s the charm.”

“If it’s taken me four tries, I’m just gonna take that as a sign.”

They laughed and you both hung up after saying your goodbyes. It was only then that it hit you: you would be seeing Hoseok again.

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The big day had finally arrived. You fretted over what to wear for a good portion of your morning but finally settled on the perfect look and did a once over in the mirror, satisfied with what you saw. You’d even practiced your speech in your head numerous times for when the big moment would come.

Hoseok had yet to talk to you again after his call and that only made you more nervous to see him. You were relieved to see you weren't blocked but his silence didn’t bode well for you either. Maybe it would be best if you tried to avoid him tonight?

No, you told yourself. Even if it might not end well, you at least owed it to yourself to close this chapter once and for all and if the end of your story was tonight, then so be it. You would face him tonight, even if it hurt you.

You finally arrived at the venue for the grad party with your gift in hand. The party was already in full swing when you entered. You immediately searched for your friend amongst the crowded room. You finally spotted them and rushed over.

They beamed once they spotted you. “Y/n, you made it!” They greeted you with a warm hug. “And you got me a gift. I wonder what it is,” they mused as they unburdened you with the gift.

They knew exactly what it was, having hinted to you for the longest time what it was they would like for you to get for them.

“Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you. I’m just glad it’s finally over. The best and worst years of my life.” You giggled and agreed as they slung their arm around your shoulders, moving you through the crowd.

“Go have fun! Mingle.” They leaned in close. “Hobi said he’ll be late but he’ll definitely be here.”

Your anxiety heightened at the mention of his name. Y/f/n left your side and you realised you needed to find a way to calm down if you were ever to approach Hoseok again.

There was an open sliding door that led to the outside area and there you found Taehyung preparing a shot by the outside bar. “Mind pouring me one?” you asked, sneaking up behind your good friend. He got a slight fright but calmed once he saw you and greeted you warmly.

“It’s a little strong.” He looked at you teasingly. “Can you handle it?”

“The stronger the better right now, honestly.”

He raised his eyebrows in amusement but said nothing more before handing you a shot and you both drank at the same time. You both winced as it travelled down your throats

“It’s good,” you said hoarsely and he chuckled. “You want another one?”

You shrugged and held out your shot glass for him to refill. “What the hell?”

And so you took another, and another and another until you lost count but realised you no longer felt as anxious as before.

You don’t remember when you and Tae were joined by y/f/n and Jungkook but you were all in hysterics as you now played beer pong. Jungkook and y/f/n were in the lead but you doubted Taehyung cared about losing as he was clearly lost in his own world as he danced to the music while flimsily taking aim for his next shot. He missed by a great margin and your two opponents cheered. You didn’t seem to care either as you laughed and joined Taehyung in moving to the tempo of the current song you recognised as a Charli XCX song.

You heard a familiar laugh coming from inside as a fluttering of butterflies filled your stomach.

He’s here, you thought.

You made your way inside, hurriedly swerving through the brush of partygoers in search of the owner of the laugh that somehow carried over the noise. When you finally spotted a glimpse of him, you couldn’t stop the smile from forming—all of your last painful memories with him gone because you finally had a chance to paint over them with something new.

Finally, he fully appeared in front of you. But he was not alone. At least that’s what his arm around a girl you’d never seen before indicated.

When looking back on this day, you wouldn’t be able to fully remember what happened next. You didn’t remember approaching him, nor did you remember speaking, but you must have from how everyone near you turned to face you, him included. The smile he had worn had been replaced with a frown, or at least it was what you remembered.

“Y/n.” You must’ve looked at the girl who looked between you two, puzzled.

“Did you know he confessed he loves me last night?” was what you had allegedly said.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Hoseok.

“But of course I should’ve known you didn’t mean it. I’ve always been a joke to you.”

You pushed through the people and walked out of the venue. You didn’t know where it was you were going but the air inside was suddenly extremely suffocating and you needed to see yourself out of there.

“Y/n! Wait!” You recalled he tried to grab your arm and turn you to him but you shook him off.

“Get off of me!”

You spun around so fast you were dizzy. He held out his arms to steady you but you still fought him off. “This has all been some kind of game to you, hasn’t it?”

“It really isn’t what it looked like,” he said trying to explain but you cut him off.

“Does it make you feel better about yourself, Hoseok?” You heard your words coming out clearly in your head, whether that translated in real life you weren’t so sure. “If you hurt someone else then maybe, just maybe it’ll fill that black hole you have for a heart, right?”

You saw him blink, clearly hurt but still determined to speak which only infuriated you more. “Would you let me explain–”

“No! No. I’m tired. You had so long to explain. I’ve given you so many opportunities before and you’ve always brushed me off.” You remembered all the endless excuses he’d always give you, further fuelling the rising fire within: ‘It’s not a big deal’, ‘just leave it’, ‘stop making it a big issue’. You could go on forever if you had to. “You’ve never explained yourself or told me the truth so why would you start now? You tell me you love me and then nothing, Hoseok. Nothing!”

You couldn’t remember if you’d started crying, your face numb from the cold and your inebriated state.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about. I’m sorry.”

You laughed coldly. “What do you want to say? That it was all a mistake? That you didn’t mean it and you’re sorry? I know you didn’t. I was just the fool once again, believing your stupid lies like when you told me you’d never hurt me, or how you cared about me. It was all lies.”

You staggered back but found your balance and approached him again as steadily as you could manage.

“You never checked up on me. You just dropped me like it was so easy for you but maybe it’s because it was. Because you don’t love me, Hoseok. You could never love anyone but yourself.”

Hoseok’s arms fell limp next to him and he gave you a blank look. That was what you remembered. “Is that what you think?”

“I’d like to think I know you well enough now to know that that’s true. I’m done, Hoseok. I never want to see you again. And I mean it this time.”

You staggered away, unsure of your final destination. You weren’t even aware you were unabashedly crying as you went on, causing onlookers to eye you with concern as you walked by.

A car slowed next to you. You noticed it was Yoongi’s car and the driver rolled their window down. It was only then you saw it was Hoseok. He didn’t look at you as he spoke, “Let me at least take you home and we won’t ever speak again after.”

You almost refused his offer, knowing you couldn’t bear being in the car alone with him but your feet were killing you so unfortunately you had no choice. Looking back, it could’ve been a helping hand from the universe. Or maybe that’s what you’d like to think.

You got in the car. The drive was quiet. You angled your body as far away from him until he finally stopped outside your place. Before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt, yours was off and you were already out before he could gather himself, the last time you’d ever see him.

You ended up in your room, crying into your pillow until you undoubtedly passed out because the next thing you clearly remembered was the next day when you were woken by an incessant buzzing and the pounding of your head.

You aimlessly searched for your phone and answered once it was located not too far from you.

“Hello?” you spoke groggily.

“I hope you’re happy now.”

The sharp voice of your friend in invitingly pierced your eardrums and you groaned.

“What?”

“What the hell did you say to him? He won’t speak to anyone.”

You sighed and rolled over onto your back. You couldn’t remember the night before clearly, only in snippets but you knew enough to know that you and Hoseok would never be. The arm around the girl’s shoulder was clearly captured in your mind.

“Forget it, y/f/n. It’s over. He’s found someone else.”

“What are you even talking about? My cousin? That was my cousin. I literally told you she’d be coming over.”

The pit in your stomach grew larger with every word she spoke. You sat up in your bad, ignoring the nauseated feeling you got from the quick action. You weren’t sure whether it was from the fast action or the thought that you had gotten it all wrong. “Yeah, with Yoongi.”

You heard them scoff. “Hobi came with Yoongi. Who came with my cousin. Hobi was only making her feel welcomed, you know how he is. She’s literally seeing someone.”

You groaned and slumped backwards. “Oh, God. I’m so stupid,” you said more to yourself.

“Yeah. You are. I don’t think you can come back from this one.”

“You’re not helpful right now.”

“I’m not trying to be.”

“I’ll try to fix it.”

They scoffed again, clearly disappointed in whatever it was you had done. “Good luck with that.”

They hung up before you could get another word in and you were left alone with what you had done. The night slowly came back to you in a hazy fog. You couldn’t remember a huge bulk of it but you recalled what you had said to him the final time you’d spoke. You gasped in shock and embarrassment.

You knew you didn’t mean those words, you were only hurt. It was no excuse but maybe it wasn’t too late to help him see?

Reaching your phone again, you typed:

Hobi. I’m sorry.

Can we talk??

You pressed send. But to your dismay, the text bubble had changed colour. You stared at the different colour as your new reality dawned on you. Your last moments in his car played out clearly in your head. Could you have said something then to change the outcome?

You cried, doing nothing to stop the tears from coming out. Because your friend was right, there was no coming back.

Them reacting to their partner not kissing them back

cw: fluff and a secret third thing for tae as per my symbol guide, just some lighthearted fun really but slightly angsty with namjoon but not enough to be considered angst you feel me?

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Yoongi wouldn’t fully register that you didn’t kissed back until he’s walked a few paces from where you were. But once he does, he’d stop in his tracks and fully digest what just happened and then turn to face you again just as you were starting to think it hadn’t bothered him. You’d have to remember to hone in your poker face. He wouldn’t look hurt or anything, just really confused. He’d ask you if you were okay and you’d respond that you are which would only confuse him more. “Then…why didn’t you kiss me back? Is it my breath?” He’d hold his hand out to his mouth and breathe out, checking if his breath might be the problem and this would break you because of how cute he looked when he was concerned. You’d break out into a laugh, spoiling your whole prank and he would finally catch on, jokingly lecturing you before coming back to you for a cute kiss and then leave again, fully satisfied to carry on with his day.

There would be no fooling Jungkook. He’d know what your game was the moment he broke away from you and realised you hadn’t kissed him back. He’d simply arch his eyebrow with a playful glint in his eye and then plant kisses all over your face, making you giggle. He’d squeeze your cheeks so your lips would automatically pucker up before kissing you again. He would kiss you deeply, slowly, having you wanting more and just when he had you where he wanted you, he would break away and walk out the room in hysterics with you yelling and chasing after him.

Jimin would kiss you and notice you hadn’t kissed back. He’d blink, as if he’d imagined the whole thing and kiss you again to confirm whether what he thought happened really happened. He’d break away again, still confused. Maybe you hadn’t registered what he did? So he’d kiss you again, longer this time, waiting for your response. You’d probably giggle through the kiss, amused by his determination and finally kiss him back with both of you giggling between the sweetest kisses.

Jhope’s reaction would be similar to Jungkook’s. He would kiss you and once he realised you didn’t kiss him back, he would genuinely look puzzled. “You didn’t kiss me back? Why?” he’d asked. You wouldn’t be able to look at him because you knew if you were to make eye contact with him, your whole ruse would be up. That wouldn’t stop him from getting your attention, however. He would try to make you look at him, asking the question over and over again until he gets a small smile from you and that would confirm to him that it was indeed just a mean prank you are pulling on him. He would be amused upon realisation and would scold you lightly before leaning in to kiss you again but diverting last minute and kissing your cheek instead before walking (more like running) away from you, having the last laugh.

You wouldn’t even be able to play this prank on Jin. Upon realisation he would playfully sulk and complain before you eventually told him it was a prank. That was supposed to be the end of it, but slowly but surely, he would remind you of your ‘heartless’ prank all throughout the day, even in situations where it wasn’t prompted. You would try to jokingly apologise and to finally give him what he really wants only for him to be the one to deny you. Somehow along the line, you now were the one begging him to kiss you back but he’d still be salty about it and you would kiss him over and over and over again, still apologising haplessly until he would finally show some mercy and kiss you back. Not before jokingly scolding you and promising him you would never do it again.

It would really depend on Taehyung’s mood how he would go about it. He could play along and playfully sulk at you denying him and play into his ‘hurt feelings’. You wouldn’t hear the end of it. You were sure the neighbours could even hear his dramatic sighs from their side. He would really play it up which would be highly entertaining for you and cause you to play up your role as well. Or he would completely take you by surprise by trying to coax you into kissing him back. He would smirk down at you and raise his eyebrows. “Oh? So that’s how you’re playing it?” Then we would place his soft lips on your neck, then down to your collarbone and anywhere else he could reach. The slow, deliberate kisses would be your undoing and he knew it too. He would kiss every inch of skin he could put his lips on until eventually you would lead him back to yours for a sensual kiss, your prank long forgotten.

Bless this overthinker. Namjoon would simply stand there and stare at you with confusion in his eyes. He would recount the day, even the week to try and pinpoint something that could’ve happened between you two lately that would warrant such a reaction but nothing would jump out. But maybe, he would think, he had missed something between the lines. “Everything okay?” he’d ask you. You would respond that everything was fine but he would still mull it over and inadvertently cock his head to the side, eyebrows knitted tight. That would be what broke you because you knew he’d only spiral into overthinking and you’d realise that maybe this wasn’t the best prank to pull on him. You’d finally tell him it was all a joke. “Ah. So we’re fine?” was what he would say in response. You would engulf him in a hug and eventually would kiss him properly, hopefully melting his doubts away.

Do you mind if I requested a reaction(ot8) ateez react to their so/ praying everytime before they sleep, I'm just curious about their reactions, since it was something that was taught to me as a kid

Thanks alot if you take on this request, really

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A T E E Z reactions

How the members would react to their partners/Significant Others praying every night

Before we get into this I’m going off of what I remember hearing about the members’ beliefs from a while ago so sorry in advance if I get those wrong

A lot of them have either stated their non-religious or haven’t confirmed but I don’t think they would be disrespectful towards you or your beliefs because for them what’s important to their partner is also important to them and that would include your practices. It’s been a part of you since childhood, I don’t think they’d expect you to change that now because you’re with him. If anything, I think they would be quite accommodating in their own way.

When it comes to Hongjoong and Jongho I think when your bedtime draws closer, having been aware of your bedtime routine, they would ensure that there would be nothing that would potentially distract or delay you. If there’s any work that still needs to be done like maybe washing the dishes or the likes, I think they’d be happy to handle that for you so you’re free from any extra work.

Seonghwa, Yeosang and San would be the type who would prepare everything you need beforehand if there was anything specific you’d need. They wouldn’t want to interrupt you either and would make sure nothing else would interrupt you as well for the duration of you praying until you gave them the go ahead to enter.

I think maybe Mingi and Wooyoung would be too scared they’d ruin something or if there was anything that was breakable, they’d be too scared they would break it to move around and make sure is ready for you but they would still try their best to make sure the environment you’re in is peaceful and comfortable for you and would find other ways to keep themselves busy. I do, however, see them slipping up from time to time and making some sort of unprompted noise and immediately regretting it. They would be sheepish and apologise profusely, scared they’d interrupted you.

I may be wrong but the last time I checked I think Yunho had made an indication he was religious? So I think if there was one of the members who would join you, it would be him. I think it would be your newly found nighttime routine together, and he would treat as a very special activity for you both.

painful reminders || jwy

synopsis: in which your boyfriend undergoes a cramp simulator

cw: fluff, crack, established relationship, intended as a nonidol!au but can be read otherwise, periods, one mention of vomiting, brief mentioned of a period from hell, absolute theatrics, reader calls wooyoung youngie, one jagi used i think?, fem!reader, boyfriend!wooyoung

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edited but nobody’s perfect ~.~

an: this is absolutely ridiculous. i cannot stress this enough.

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but i have no regrets. had sm fun writing it. okay let’s continue ^•^

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Having to deal with period cramps is arguably one of the top five most painful experiences one has to go through every month or so. You’re sure many agree. And for you, most times on the first and last day, they would absolutely wreak havoc, as if your uterus was out for vengeance.

There would be nothing more you could bring yourself to do than to curl up in a tight ball with a heating pad on your lower abdomen, the strongest painkillers you could find in your system and a whole lot of hoping and crying that it would end soon. And that was when they were being courteous.

It was an awful time, truly despicable and without mercy in every way and you dreaded each time your period drew closer and closer. Which is why you don’t understand why your boyfriend, Wooyoung, would ever want to experience something akin to that.

“What?”

You stared at your boyfriend dumbfounded as he held out the unthinkable machine to you. “It’s a period simulator. I ordered it online. There’s so many of them so it was a little confusing choosing the best one but a lot of people say this one’s the closest to the real thing.”

You blinked. Then again, mouth slightly agape as you continued to look at him with a mix of disbelief and horror.

You shook your head as if to clear your already existing thoughts to make room for better processing of the words that had come out of his mouth.

“So, let me get this straight,” you started slowly.

“You want me—“ you made a point to gesture to yourself for further emphasis—“to put these patches on you—“ you pointed at him—“so that they can simulate period cramps?”

Wooyoung nodded as if you had asked him any other mundane question that required his active response.

“Yes.”

You paused, processing his answer but it still refusing to register in your brain.

“You want to feel how period cramps feel?”

“Yes,” he simply answered again.

You still couldn’t believe what you’d heard was true, trying to convince yourself it had to be some sort of fever dream.

Once I wake up, I have to remember to drink my vitamin C, you thought because that was the only explanation you could think of.

“Willingly?”

“Yes,” he said.

Too calmly.

Too honestly.

He had no sense of apprehension to him, no sense of doubt. He was sure, so sure it bewildered you. What on earth could have possibly possessed him?

You pictured him sitting in front of his laptop and searching for the contraption in the first place, typing in the letters to form the words period pain simulator, and reading through every review for each product meticulously. How many of these products or reviews there were in the first place, you didn’t know.

Did you even want to know?

“Why?” Your question came out a lot more exasperated than you had intended. You didn’t mean for it to happen, you were simply too puzzled to fully comprehend the situation at hand.

He smiled at you sheepishly, his smile managing to dazzle you for a bit, only adding on to your current bewilderment.

“Well, I see how much they affect you and I’ve heard stories of how awful they can feel and I’ve always been a bit more curious. It’s my way of trying to understand you better.”

Your heart swelled but that still didn’t change the fact this was an odd, albeit slightly amusing now, request. You simpered, nearly giving in but still willing to talk him out of him. “Youngie, you don’t have to do this to understand me better. What you do already is more than enough.”

Wooyoung simply shrugged, clearly determined to go through with his plan no matter what you’d say to him.

“You’ve told me you’ve experienced them while doing normal things. I just want to know how bad it could get.” You sighed, admitting defeat.

“Okay. If you insist. But remember, this was your idea,” you responded a little reluctantly. You eyed him with hesitation drawn on your face from the encouraging words he gave you as he handed you the machine and you examined it.

It was similar to the blood pressure monitors you’ve seen before but instead of one sleeve, it had for small patches you had to paste onto your lower abdomen.

You read the instructions carefully before proceeding to paste them onto yours first.

“I’ll put them on first so I can give you an accurate-ish experience of mine.”

You were doubtful this would even come close to the real thing but anything to humour your boyfriend who was enthusiastically encouraging you to proceed, still no qualms about his own future experience with the machine on show.

You eyed him strangely before looking at the screen. There was a giant 0 in the middle that would go all the way up to ten and another graphic of a bar beside it to better illustrate the intensity level. You pressed start, bracing yourself to experience these godforsaken cramps when you weren’t even close to your time of the month.

You wondered if you could even accurately remember them because as soon as you were finished with your period, it was as if you had no recollection of the torment you had gone through.

But when the intensity was on level one and you felt that slight tug in your abdomen, you knew you would have no problem remembering.

The first two stages were not so intense, as expected and you told him so. “This is usually just before my period starts or the day before, warning be that it could start any day now. So not too bad. I think you’ll be fine.”

He nodded fervently. You couldn’t tell anymore whether it was from excitement or nerves.

The machine automatically cranked itself up to three and the pain slightly intensified but still bearable. This was reminiscent of the pain you’d experience on the day you were meant to start. Still nothing bad.

By four, you could clearly feel them and were shocked at how accurate they actually were. “It’s not too bad but this is around the time where I should start making sure I have the equipment I’ll need because it only gets worse from here.”

You could’ve sworn you saw him gulp and his expression was now a lot tamer, as if it was finally dawning on him what he would have to go through.

“Remember, you don’t have to do this,” you reminded him as the pain heightened to six. It was nothing you couldn’t really handle but around the time where you have to make sure your heating bad is prepared and you’ve already taken a painkiller.

He paled when you tell him this but still persisted.

Seven, you told him, was when you’re waiting for the painkiller to kick in but it’s unbearable now and eight is when it’s on your worst days; where your hunched over from the pain, gripping fiercely at whatever was in reach and tears threatening to run down your cheeks. You’ve only ever experienced a nine twice in your life—where you felt so much pain you vomited on both occasions but you wouldn’t let it get that far.

Even you had your limits.

You only had to sit down at eight but was still going strong enough to narrate your experience for him. “Eight is usually the limit. It’s around there where I have to lie down or sit down and wait for it to subside but after I’ve taken my painkillers it lasts around fifteen to twenty minutes so it’s not that bad.”

Wooyoung had grown silent by this time but he seemed a bit encouraged by your vocalisations for each round.

It didn’t stop you from worrying for him.

He helped you put on the patches on himself in the correct spots and stood comically rigid, his back as straight as a ruler and fists clenched on either side.

You snorted.

“We really don’t have to do this. It’s good enough you help me through my time but you don’t have to actually feel what I feel.”

“No, no, no,” het lets out quickly, shaking his hands in protest and trying his best to steel his nerves.

“I can do it. I’ll be okay.”

You sighed before preparing yourself, and him, to press start.

“You ready?” He didn’t respond with words anymore, simply aggressively nods and clenches his jaw.

You pressed the button and at the sound of the click, he screamed.

You immediately stopped and attended to him, concerned. “Are you okay? Did it hurt already?”

If that was the case, you weren’t even sure you’d make it past three.

Wooyoung sheepishly laughed and dismissed his reaction. “I’m sorry, I panicked. I’m sorry. No, continue. I’m ready now.”

You proceeded to press the button a little more suspiciously and cautiously than the first one, your worry only growing.

You saw on the screen the intensity was at level one and the only thing he’d done so far was slightly jolt from the pain. He assured you he was okay and that you should continue.

It steadily jumped from two until three. Wooyoung released an unrestrained curse that startled you but you couldn’t help your giggle. “Are you okay?”

Words had evaded him as he clutched on his lower half but gave you a thumbs up to show he was still fine.

By the time it reached four, more than you what you thought he would handle, his whole face had surprisingly turned a bright red and you could see small sweat beads forming on his forehead. Wooyoung had his eyes clothes tights and he had the same expression like when he was lighting heavy weights.

“Jagi, you have to breathe, okay? You have to breathe or you’ll pass out.”

Your concern was mixed with amusement and as much as you wanted to switch it off, you couldn’t help but find a little bit of sadistic humour at his reaction.

At number five, he let out such a yelp it took you by surprise and you almost dropped the machine but found your bearings soon enough.

His screaming wouldn’t stop now.

You tried to speak to him over the noise but you highly doubted he could hear you but you had to still try.

But before you could speak, Wooyoung fell onto all fours and cursed louder than before. “Should I stop?” You asked him, a bit startled as he crawled on the floor in what was obviously excruciating pain for him.

He shook his head once more (although not as convincing as the other times) but was now full on sweating.

By seven, the most peculiar thing happened: he began to undress.

“Hot…hot…” was all he could manage out as he took off the black t-shirt he’d worn which, if it were a different colour, you were sure would most likely be drenched in sweat.

You knew then that you had to make a quick executive decision and you switched the machine off.

His ragged breathing filled the air, as if he had run a marathon and he looked over at you with a dazed look.

“Why’d you…why’d you stop?” he croaked. “Because you would’ve died and how would I explain to your mom you died from period cramps?”

His haggard breathing continued as he stood up. “I was fine. I could still go on.”

He fanned himself and you scoffed.

“No, you couldn’t,” you said and gave him a sympathetic grin.

Once he’d regained his breath, he looked over to you with a newfound admiration in his eyes. “You stood there and spoke to me throughout that entire thing when it was your turn.”

You nodded.

“I’ve seen you do your chores after you’ve told me you had cramps.”

You nodded again. “I mean, they have to get done eventually right?”

He shook his head, still in utter disbelief. “You spoke to me. You’ve walked around, done your chores and have gone to work…while that was happening to your body?” His voice was tinged with incredulity and respect. You gave him another amused smile and nodded.

“Yes, Youngie. That happens while I carry on with my day. It only really gets immobilising around level ei—“

Before you could finish, he pulled you into a tight hug. You giggled into his arms before putting your own around him.

“I love you. I don’t know how you do it but I’m so proud of you.”

“For cramps?” You looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows.

“For enduring. But I promise you as long as I’m here, even when I’m not, I’ll find a way to make the whole experience a lot more bearable for you. No one deserves to go through that.” He suddenly poured, as if deep in thought. “I wish there was a way I could help everyone,” he mumbled under his breath.

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but said nothing more.

As if suddenly struck with another realisation, he brightened.

“My mom! My mom’s probably gone through that too! I have to go call my mom and apologise to her!”

Before you could even ask him what exactly it was he was apologising for, Wooyoung had already gone in search of his phone.

You carefully repackaged the machine into the box it came in and prepared to store it when you overheard his conversation with his mom on the phone.

"...And I promise I'll continue to be an even better son that you deserve, mom. I'm sorry for the headaches I've given you. The pain you've already been through is enough, I shouldn't have added on. I love you, mom."

You stifled your giggles as you placed the box in a safe location, hopefully far from Wooyoung's reach again.

When you returned to where he was, he looked dejected. You raised your eyebrows and sat next to him, ruffling his hair. Usually he'd shoo your hand away with more vigor but he only did so weakly this time.

"What's wrong?"

He turned to you with a pout. "My mom. she hung up on me. She asked what I was going on about and then I told her and even told her I loved her but she hung up on me."

You covered your snort with a sudden cough before cooing at him and bringing in him for a hug, hopefully hiding your expression.

"You have to understand it's not everyday you hear your son tell you he willingly experienced something most women hate going through." Wooyoung sighed but cuddled into you more. Just then, his phone pinged and he picked it up, reading the message he'd received and then smiled.

"It's my mom. She says she loves me too and that I should take care of myself and you."

He pocketed his phone and pulled you closer to him again, his mood much lighter than previously, even if you knew he wasn’t all too displeased about his mom’s earlier reaction.

“I promise you and her that you’ll never have to worry about me again. Especially on your period. Or worry about your period, actually. I still can’t believe that happens every month. Every month?”

You chuckled but nodded your head as your boyfriend went on about the unfairness of it all and how he’ll do anything in his power to make sure yours go by smoothly from now on.

And he did.

He insisted on being included on your period tracker and now every time your first or last day near, you always have some painkillers, chocolate and a heating pad waiting nearby and a helpful boyfriend who’s ever so eager to give you any type of message you might like.

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call me when you get there // jyh

Part of the ateez in the rain Drabble series

synopsis: in which yunho asks you to call him when you get there

cw: angst, apologies in advance idk what came over me, (loosely defined) friends to strangers, reader’s a bit selfish, friend!yunho, non-idol au, fem!reader but not much is mentioned so it can be gn!reader, sad, heartbroken yunho 😔

words: 946 (we’ll just ignore this lmao)

The long walk to your car was quiet, save for the thunking of rain outside of the underground parking area and both of your heavy footsteps on the pavement followed by his own, heavy footsteps.

You reached into your bag and reluctantly fished out your car keys. You pressed the button that would unlock your car and watched as the orange light flashed twice before disappearing again. Both of you stopped just a few centimetres from your car. Both of you knew what it would mean for you to enter and both of you, seemingly, were not ready for that eventuality.

You took in a deep breath before letting it out again, signalling to him that it was time.

You were ready. You looked over at Yunho to find his sullen eyes already on you. Your heart lurched in your throat.

Without saying another word, you opened the driver’s side and entered. You sensed his presence as he leaned over your window. The urge to look over at him grew stronger and as if it had a mind of its own, your head turned once again to face him. The look on Yunho’s face hadn’t changed, your heart only ached more. You sighed once more before lowering the window against your better judgment.

You knew it would have been easier not to but when it came to him you always found yourself giving in to your masochistic tendencies which was why today was the day it all had to end.

“Will you call me when you get there?” Yunho’s pleading voice was soft.

You knew what he meant. You’d always known what he meant.

The slight brush of his hand against yours, the little excuses he would cling on to so he would somehow find a way to touch you, the yearning looks he’d send your way when he thought you weren’t looking—sometimes if he was brave enough when you were.

You weren’t innocent either. You always found any excuse yourself to always be in his presence even for the most mundane of tasks, even when there would be no time for you both to spend alone—as long as you were with him that’s all that mattered. You knew you could never give him what he wanted from you, though, but still selfishly fed into your own wants and desires.

You knew what he’d always wanted with you, from you and you selfishly held back whilst feeding your own greed. You knew he deserved better, he knew he deserved better but neither of you could ever let go.

You saw how much it stripped Yunho of the warmth and joviality you’d grown so accustomed to, watched his hope wither away day by day yet you still clung on.

You couldn’t picture your world without him, without his smile, laughter or care but still, you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

Finally, after your friends intervened, you decided enough was enough and was honest with him. It ended as well as you’d imagined—not well at all.

His usually calm and vibrant apartment, the place you’d spend most of your time when you weren’t in your own, suddenly seemed so foreign and strange as you both hurled words with previously unspoken and strong emotion at each other, tainting the walls with their reminder in the process. By the end of it all, you both knew there would be no coming back from the night. And that only hurt more than what had been said. The realisation it was all over dawning on you hurt even more than anything.

And it had all been your fault.

He would’ve given you all that you would want and even more that you would have never even believed—this you knew, but you also knew you would not be able to reciprocate the way he deserves. You’d known it for a while but still selfishly continued.

Yunho had known too, as he revealed, but still clung on to the little that you’d allow him to have than having nothing at all.

That’s when you knew you were doing the right thing, for him especially as much as he would resent you afterwards for it.

You knew somewhere down the line, he would realise losing you was the best thing that could happen to him.

“Will you call me when you get there?”

His words echoed in your mind, and you closed your eyes to hide the unshed tears from sadness? Frustration? He didn’t’t understand.

Not yet, at least.

He would one day, this you knew.

This you hoped.

It was better this way, you told yourself. Better for you, better for him.

You opened your eyes again to find his pleading, desperate face still fixed on you.

You placed your hand over the one he had on the window panel.

“You promised you would,” Yunho spoke again in the same desperate tone he had in his apartment.

You no longer held on to the tears as you let them free fall.

You clutched onto his hand tight, your mind screaming at you not to let go, to give in and give him what he wants.

But you knew better. Your hand fell from his as you turned back to face the steering wheel and prepare to drive off.

He finally stepped away, as if finally accepting defeat and watched as you rolled up the window and put your car in drive.

From the rearview mirror as you drove off, you saw him watching you with his hands in his pockets and shoulders sunken, not once moving as his figure grew smaller and smaller the further away you drove until he finally, completely disappeared.

somewhere in paradise |jjk

(part of the bts when it rains drabble series: #1)

synopsis: in which you and jungkook spend a rainy cosied up in paradise

cw: fluff, pure and utter fluff, established relationship, boyfriend!jungkook, squint and it's an idol!au, fem!reader but not much is mentioned so it can be gn!reader, grumpy jungkook for a tiny bit, jungkook's snores 💀

words: 525

You continued to smooth your finger over Jungkook’s eyebrow, the action surprisingly having lulled him to sleep a short while ago with his telltale snores informing you he was long gone from the world and had now drifted off into his own. Maybe the swaying of the hammock aided in his slumber as well.

His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as one of your legs fell upon his, both of you comfortably snug in such a confined space. How could you have minded? Any excuse to be as close as possible to him was good enough for you.

You smoothed out the small frown lines that remained on his forehead, a small smile playing on your lips. The pout he’d fallen asleep with had faded into a more serene line—his frustration with the rainy day somewhat forgotten.

Jungkook had planned a surprise holiday for you both; had even checked the weather prior to your arrival to ensure you’d maximise your stay, but he hadn’t factored in, unfortunately, that you’d be travelling during your destination’s rainy season and how it could happen almost without warning sometimes.

He was upset, deeply so, at having your holiday ruined because you’d be forced to stay within your bungalow when he had a myriad of activities planned for you to enjoy. You didn’t mind it though, as long as you were with him.

He still was pretty upset so you tried to show him you could still enjoy time together in different ways, even with the rain falling down outside and lead him onto the bungalow’s balcony where the hammock you were currently in stood. You got on first and held out your hand for him to join in. Reluctantly (you knew otherwise) he followed.

As soon as he had you in his arms, it seemed to have the exact effect you were hoping for. Jungkook calmed, his rambles of frustration slowly petering away as he welcomed your warmth. Your fingers drew mindless shapes on his face as your gentle words of love and gratitude for him and this trip regardless of the circumstance you’ve found yourselves in filled the small empty space left between you two.

His affectionate gaze warmed your whole body as you both gently swayed from side to side, him repeating the same patterns you drew on his face on your waist.

The rain lightly pelted down all around you but you didn’t care and for the first time that day, you noticed, neither did he. It was only you two in the world for all you knew, and that’s how you liked it.

Soon his eyes had begun to slowly flutter before they shut and he eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Which brings you to this moment—watching your beautiful boyfriend’s sleeping face and imprinting every inch of his face into your memory and heart, not wanting to forget a single thing or an inch of movement as a way of making up for the all the time you’d lost whenever you weren’t in each other’s company.

Soon the gentle song of the rain ushered you into a sleep of your own.

hi! i’m l (she/her), i’m in my twenties and a pisces! 🩷🤍

i decided to start this side blog as a way to get back into writing and try to put myself out there and step out of my comfort zone lol.

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॰i’ll mostly write about bts and ateez unrequested but others may be requested and i'll try my best 🩷 (it may take a little longer for others as i may first newd to familiarise myself with them frst if not too familiar with them already)

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॰if you’re under 18 i won’t be taking your request

॰requests aren’t only limited to imagines. i’ll also write mtls, headcanons, drabbles etc

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how could i forget? | kth

synopsis: in which you think he’s forgotten your special day 

cw: fluff, a bit angsty, established relationship, let’s pretend your family lives close to you and taehyung lol, squint and it’s idol!taehyung, use of y/n, reader has two sisters and a stepfather

boyfriend!taehyung, fem!reader

words: 2866

You groan at the incessant ringing of your alarm on your bedside table and peek one eye open to guide you in silencing it for the day. With grumbles of protest, you roll over expecting to be met with your boyfriend’s body peacefully sleeping beside you. 

It was almost second nature to you, this act. Your mornings would usually start this way–you would grumble in protest under your breath and roll over to find Taehyung expectantly waiting for you to cuddle into him. He would pull you closer for five to ten minutes of extra cuddles in the morning before either of you would start your day. It was no surprise you both were often scraping the line between late and barely on time. This morning, you expected nothing less, even more so considering just what day it happened to be. 

To your surprise, however, you were met with a cold, empty space indicating he hadn’t been in for some time now. You frown. You hadn’t thought he would have any other plans today. Frankly speaking, you weren’t even sure whether you two had plans today but you had assumed so.

Not only was it Valentine’s Day, it just so happened to be your birthday as well. Waking up to an empty bed today of all days was not something you had expected. But you still had hope he might be somewhere in his apartment. Maybe he had been making you breakfast? But no scent or sound indicated so. Still, you thought, it wouldn’t hurt to check. You make your way to the kitchen and, much to your chagrin, find nothing nor anyone there. 

You sadly still hoped there was a reasonable explanation to all this. He couldn’t have possibly forgotten what today was, could he? It also happened to be the very first birthday and Valentine’s Day you would spend with him as an official couple. You were looking forward to it and clung on to hope that you were merely jumping to conclusions. 

You reenter the bedroom to fetch your phone and in all this investigation, you had yourself briefly forgotten the day and was immediately greeted with a multitude of well wishes for your special day along with a few Happy Valentine’s Days from your contacts. 

You politely respond to a few before finally dialling Taehyung’s number in search of answers. It took him a while to pick up which only disheartened you more. You hear music blasting in the background as well as barely distinct voices talking over each other as he greeted you. 

“Tae? Where are you? It looks like you left early.” You would be lying if you said his amused tone only bewildered you more. 

“Ah. Yeah, I’m with Jimin and Jungkook. I needed their help with something quickly,” he simply responds.

You wait a beat hoping he’d explain further but you gathered soon enough that it would be a futile attempt. You could only take in a long breath. 

“Will you be long?”  

“I might be. But I’ll see you later tonight.” 

You make a sound of acknowledgement, finding that any more words evaded you once you realised you might not be spending this day with your boyfriend. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says in an attempt, you could tell, to lift your spirit but you couldn't help notice that he still sounds oddly pleased with himself. 

Just then a knock sounds on the door. “Were you expecting someone?” you ask him, remembering you still have him on the line. 

“I was. Do you mind getting it for me?” 

You trudge to the door, not before looking into the small video camera and finding it was a delivery man with a bouquet of roses and a white plastic bag in his other hand. You squeal, forgetting yourself, before excitedly opening the door and catching the man off guard. 

Taehyung’s laughter on the other side of the phone causes you to feel bashful but you happily accept the delivery and thank the delivery man before entering the apartment again. 

“Did you think I’d forget?” 

You place the plastic bag containing the breakfast he’d ordered for you on the tv room table and hug the bouquet of red and pink roses to your chest. 

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” 

You didn’t even notice he hadn’t wished you a happy birthday. You get off the phone with him feeling slightly lighter than before but still upset he wasn’t there with you for the second portion of the special day. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you mumble sadly to yourself, “I‘ll still try to enjoy it.” Your phone suddenly pinged and you realised you’d gotten a text from your older sister. 

Get ready. We’ll be there in a few xx. 

You frown. You weren’t expecting to see your sisters today, having reconciled yourself with possibly spending the day with Tae, but who were you to complain and miss out on an opportunity to see your sisters? 

You do as told and a few minutes later, get in the car with not only your two sisters but your mother as well. 

“Mom?” you let out excitedly. “What are you doing here?” 

Your mother simply smiles back at you. “Just a small treat. Happy birthday, y/n, you lucky girl.” 

You were surprised when you found yourselves at a spa. Your younger sister remarked how she had been looking forward to this moment for quite some time, and filled you all in on how university had not been the most favourable to her for quite some time. Your older sister would have otherwise been spending the day alone if it weren’t for you all. You were surprised to find that your mother would not be spending the rest of the day with you as she had dinner plans with your stepfather. This reminds you of how you, yourself, wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend after it was all over. You give a deep sigh as you sink deeper into your seat, but not enough to disrupt the ladies currently working on your hands, face and feet. 

“Is it that relaxing?” your younger sister quips. 

“It’s about Tae,” you clarify, “I think he’s forgotten my birthday.” 

“I don’t think that’s the case.” You were surprised at how quickly she had jumped to his defence. She never defended your partners. “Has he ever let you down before?”

“Well no,” you answer honestly, bewilderedly. “But I would understand. It’s sometimes hard enough just spending Valentine’s Day with someone, now add on a birthday and it’s asking for too much.” 

“You’d never be asking for too much from the right person. Always remember that,” your mom offers in support. This only made your frown deepen, and as if noticing the change in your mood, your older sister offered her words of comfort. 

“I wouldn’t give up hope. Taehyung really cares for you. Put your faith in him. You’ll find that he’s full of surprises.” 

As if the day wasn’t already surprising enough, your sisters announce you’d be going shopping. It wasn’t that you’d be going out to shop, per se, this wasn’t an unusual activity for you to partake in with him, it was more so where you’d be going shopping. 

“Here?” you ask, your voice doing nothing to hide your disbelief. Your sisters only happily nod as they pulled you along into the large and expensive boutique shop. 

You’d often walk past this store, sighing dreamily as you looked at the clothes in the window wishing that one day you’d buy yourself something beautiful from it. 

That day, apparently, was today courtesy of your sisters. As if sensing your worry, your older sister playfully rolled her eyes, urging you deeper inside. 

“Relax. This is your special day and we’re going to make sure you enjoy it fully.” You gasp as you notice the salespeople closing the doors to allow you three to continue shopping in private. You were about to protest when your younger sister approached you with the most breathtaking dress you’d ever laid your eyes on. 

“This must cost a fortune. You guys don’t really have to–” 

“Nope. We knew you’d do this.” She practically throws the dress at you and pushes you towards the fitting rooms. 

“You will enjoy yourself,” she says, although it comes out more as a threat. You step out moments later with the beautiful cocktail dress adorning your body. Your two sisters were joined by the few salespeople in the store gushing at how beautiful you looked. 

You couldn’t help but agree with them as you stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring your reflection but couldn’t help thinking about the impracticality of owning it. 

“Where would I even wear this?” 

“To celebrate yourself. Tonight.” 

You turn to face your older sister who had spoken and curled an eyebrow at her. 

“Tonight?” 

She simply nods. “We’re taking you out to a restaurant.” You knew better than to complain at this point and simply agreed to be taken out once more. 

Your heart still aches and in the changing room when alone, you couldn’t help but check in with Taehyung. 

You text him that your sister was still planning on spending more time with you and taking you out tonight. You were unsure of whether to go or maybe he had made plans for you two. His answer was nothing short of disappointing. 

You should go. 

A puff of air leaves your mouth. 

Don’t you think you’ll be back by then? 

You bite your lip, hoping maybe somehow his answer would change. But once again, you only receive a vague answer in response. 

I’ll see you. I promise. 

“I promised myself I’d enjoy the day and that’s what I’ll do,” you tell yourself. 

It didn’t make matters any easier because everywhere you look, couples seemed to be all over each other, as if extra in love today. You clear your mind of these thoughts, still grateful you managed to spend your day with family.

Leading up to the days of your birthday, you remember you felt a bit upset that that might be a possibility. You always enjoyed spending your birthday with your family. Sometimes, they were the only ones who managed to plan out your special day as your past partners would often neglect one event for the other. 

You surmise it might just be the same this time around as well, but you had been so used to the disappointment it hardly upset you anymore. At least, that’s what you’d told yourself. 

You had made it back to your apartment with your sisters in tow so they could help you get ready for yourself upon their insistence. 

“These are beautiful,” your younger sister gushes as she smells the bouquet of the fresh roses you’d put in a vase. 

You smile sadly. “Yeah he got them for me. He might’ve forgotten my birthday but at least I got a cute bouquet for Valentine’s.” 

“He didn’t forget.” 

You shrug. “It doesn’t really matter anymore. He can’t even tell me if he’ll make it in time for me to at least see him today.” You didn’t miss the look of frustration on your sister’s face. 

As they helped you prepare, you noticed how agitated they both seemed to ensure you looked your best. They disagreed on how to do your make up and your hair and even disagreed on which shoes would look best with your dress or whether or not you should wear jewellery or not. Once that was eventually agreed on, they argued about how much jewellery to wear.

You noticed your older sister was almost always on her phone the entire time and eventually were left to your younger sister to help you with the smaller things in your preparation. It was only later when you were finished where they both seemed to have calmed down a bit. 

As much as you were suspicious of their actions, you said nothing more. Your suspicions only grew when you realised you were the only one dressed up for dinner. 

“This is really about you tonight,” came their excuse when prompted.

Once you got to the upscale restaurant, however, you noticed it was empty with no sign of life around it. You found this odd. It was Valentine’s Day, it was supposed to be bustling with people. 

“Are they closed?”

Your younger sister shrugs, almost theatrically, earning a narrowed glance from your older sister. “I don’t know, let’s go find out.” 

They walked a small distance behind you as you made your way to the entrance. The door opened upon your arrival revealing someone neatly dressed ushering you inside. 

When you step inside, you notice faint music playing in the background and a trail of rose petals leading to somewhere. 

You turn around, expecting to find your sisters behind you, possibly just as confused as you but found no one where their figures should have been. Your phone chimes again and you look down to have received a text from your older sister. 

Enjoy your birthday ;) 

You stare at it for what felt like forever, trying to decipher whether the words you were seeing were true. 

“Ms y/n y\l\n?” Your attention was brought back by the neatly dressed man waiting patiently for you to follow him. 

You wonder if he could hear the beating of your heart from where he stood because it was the only thing you could hear distinctively in your eardrums, drowning out the music you had entered with. You smile politely to him as an apology and follow him diligently. 

The sight before you once you’d supposedly arrived at your destination knocked the air from your lungs. There in front of you, in a dashing suit and holding a birthday cake with a lit candle, stood your boyfriend Taehyung singing a warm rendition of the Birthday song in his deep and soulful tone. 

Behind him was a large red rose covered backdrop with the words “Happy Valentine’s Day” written in white roses. Dazzling lights and candles were the only illumination available where he stood. Suddenly everything made sense. 

Once he had finished singing, you notice that he was now close to you, but not as close as you’ve wanted him the whole day but still closer than what you thought he would’ve been. You hadn’t realised just how much you had missed him and wished to see him until this moment. You wipe the tears from your eyes to see him better. 

“Make a wish, darling,” he whispers to you as he held out the cake to you. You chuckle before closing your eyes and did as told. When you open your eyes, the smile he gave you was enough to melt you. 

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I wished for?” 

He playfully pouts. “No. If you tell me it won’t come true.” 

“It already has,” you softly say. “You’re my dream come true, Tae.” 

His bashful look only cemented that thought further. “Did you enjoy your day?” he muses. 

You shake your head in disbelief and cock your head to the side, matching his playful energy. “How didn’t I know that this was all your doing?” 

“It wouldn’t have been a surprise if you had known, defeating the whole purpose.” You nudge him gently. He puts the cake down on the table and takes your hands in his, gently brushing his thumbs over your hands. 

“I knew you were torn between wanting to spend the day with your family and me and, well…I wanted to make sure you spent time with everyone.” He shyly gestures at the cake. “I got Jimin and Jungkook to help me with the cake. Before you eat it I just want you to know…we tried our best.” 

Your laugh escapes you before you even knew it was out. “I’m sure I’ll love it. Just like I loved today. Just like I love you.” 

“I have one more gift.” You raise an eyebrow as you watch him go behind his chair by the table set for two.

When he came back up, in his hand was a cute fluffy brown bear with something shiny around his neck. Taehyung removes it from the bear and you realise it was a tennis bracelet. He clasps it around your wrist as you tried your best not to cry all over again.

You lose the battle and allow him to wipe the tears from your eyes and place a tender kiss on your lips. 

“Happy birthday, my love. I love you more and more each day and I promise to never stop.” 

You wrap your arms around his waist as you lay your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling grateful for the wonderful man before you. You stay in the moment for what feels like forever, happily basking in the joy you’ve felt the whole day—especially now here with him

You finally notice the poorly decorated yet well intentioned cake again. You smirk to yourself as you swipe some frosting on your finger and lick it. You hum appreciatively. 

“Not bad.” Taehyung furrows his eyebrows at your answer. 

“Really?” You nod your head and swipe some more on your finger. 

“Want a taste?” You put it on the side of his mouth and giggle. He flicks his tongue to reach it and mimics your previous sound, albeit more dramatically. 

“You’re right. But I think you need a second opinion.” He swipes some on his finger again and just as you were about to make a run for it, he catches you and swipes your cheek. 

Soon, you're embroiled in a frosting fight with your boyfriend—a perfect end your perfect day.