I'm going to revolve around you.

Title: <I>A work In progress, Open to suggestions</I>

Warnings: <I>None So Far</I> Summary: Hoseok goes on a limb after getting close to one of Jungkook's foreigner friends and for the sake of his daughter, Asks her to marry him.

This is honestly like a 'test screening' of a story that I wanted to work on. In which Hoseok desperately needs someone to look after his daughter before he enlists in the military. he finds comfort in Jungkook's foreigner friend.

Did she hear him right? Her Korean wasn't all that great but she was for darn sure the phrase. ''Marry me.'' spilt from his lips. looking Hoseok in his eyes confirmed that much. He'd just asked her to marry him.

''What are you saying?'' she questioned with a raised brow. Had they had that much to drink? he could usually handle his own. But his composure was straight, and his face lacked the usual alcohol flush and redness of the cheeks.

''I know, It's sudden. But it won't be like that.'' Hoseok raked a hand through his hair nervously; he hadn't exactly thought this through. asking her to marry him went so much differently in his head.

''I just.. I don't have much time until I have to go into active duty and I need someone to watch after Hwa-young. and.. I trust you.'' Nahla sighed as the weight of this finally settled. whatever buzz she had was long gone since he'd technically popped the question. his reasoning caused her to soften just the tiniest bit, but half of her still screamed at how crazy this sounded.

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Pairing: Taehyung X Black!reader

Warnings: None

Taehyung loved your hair. From the first time he saw you walking around the corner with your fro in an elegant, defined braid out that smelled of tropical fruits when you walked by. To the very first time he seen you in a protective style that consisted of long distressed locs going down to your butt.

He lived for your versatile, 4c fluff. The bounce, the shine. It always fascinated him to watch you on your wash days. Your hair soaking up the moisturizer and conditioner. He had been listening so intently when you told him about shrinkage. And he watched in all as it stretched again when you decided to finally brush it out and twist it.

He loved it, like it seemed to have a mind of its own. Finding it cute seeing you wrestle with it in the mornings, smiling sympathetically as you complained that it didn’t do what you wanted it to at times.

It was hard to miss the giddiness that overcame him the first time you asked him to help you with your hair.

Your knotless braids had gotten a little old and you were ready for a change. And to your surprise, he was more than up for the challenge. Asking what combs to use, bringing you your creams and jellies and spray bottle.

You watched, stiffened with a sharp breath and anxiously guided him in the mirror as you directed him where to cut so you could unravel the braids and take your hair down.

His hands were surprisingly gentle, so the untangling process felt more than heavenly. And when it was finally time to wash? Oh boy.

He had watched you enough times; he knew by now how to pour the shampoo into the palm of his hand, and mix it with the water, emulsifying it. He enjoyed turning you around in the shower and massaging his fingers through your hair as he worked up a thick lather, his teeth catching his bottom lip as you let out little moans and hums of approval.

He had come to understand how intimate this act was by being with you. At first before you had moved in, he would never let him help you with your hair, or even take it down around him, but the more enthusiastic you got about your different hairstyles, your micro braids and how they framed your face or his favorite, your Afro.

The time you tried ginger passion twist, and he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest. The way they stood out against your mocha colored skin and made it glimmer.

But your natural hair? He loved more than anything he loved the twin puffs. helping you with your twist outs. Staying up all night with fingers covered in fruity smelling conditioners as he helps you wrap. And he would get disappointed if you had to work the next morning, seeing as he wouldn’t be there to help you unravel them, watching your dark coils spring to life like the way your smile brought a spring to his heart.