LATTAEGI

Hey everyone, I just wanted to take the time to apologize for being so inactive lately. We just started a new semester and things have been pretty crazy. I want to get back into writing soon tho because I do truly enjoy it. We have some things in our drafts that will probably go out in the next week. Thanks for understanding.

Xoxo Reggie

Not a weird question, don’t worry! It seems that it is a coincidence. My nickname was only used as a catchy counterpart to Admin Reggie’s nickname that we made up randomly. 

All is doing pretty well right now, thank you! Hope all is doing well with you also :)

Author’s Note: I’m kinda in a bad mood so I’m sorry this isn’t the best.  XOXO Reggie

His shirt felt fuzzy on your cheek while your head rested on his chest. Almost as fuzzy as the feeling inside your stomach. Hoseok left traces through your hair as his fingers laced around a strand twirling it around endlessly.

“Hobi...you’re making me sleepy…” your voice was groggy and full of butterflies. Hoseok leaned his head down planting a kiss in your hair.

“Well baby, we can fix that.” you felt him stir from underneath you, flipping you onto your side so that you were both face to face. Hoseok smiled before placing a sloppy slow kiss on your forehead, pulling away to place another one on your lips. You whined into his mouth, returning the kiss.

“Hoseok, I love you so mu-” your words were cut off by Hoseok’s long arms embracing you and pulling you farther into his chest. He ran his fingers up your back and made his way under your shirt rubbing circles into the crook of your spine, leaving goosebumps. You smiled into him and pulled your arms out from your sides and wrapped them around his neck pulling him into another kiss. You could feel your face flush a tint of red and Hobi grabbed your cheeks pulling your face deeper into the kiss. You began to stir and motioned for him to sit up. Hobi took your hint and hoisted you up so now you were straddling him. He started leaving kisses on your lips turning into a slow sloppy makeout session. You began to grind your hips into his crotch, feeling him grow underneath your touch.

“Fuck, (Y/N). Someone’s not sleepy anymore.” You bit Hobi’s bottom lip and he growled into your mouth lifting up from the couch to the kitchen backing you into the counter. Setting you down, Hoseok unclasped your bra digging into your skin.

“Hoseok, just fucking take me. I want you so bad.” you whispered into his ear.

“Patience baby, I want to make sure you stay awake with me for a while.” You wrapped your legs around his waist feeling him against your panties. He pulled your sweater over your shoulders and threw it down on the floor. He began kneading at your breasts and sucking your neck causing heat to rise in your chest. You moaned unintentionally, and he began to suck harder. He pulled your pajama shorts down your legs and made his way down to your hips. He held your legs apart as they dangled over the edge of the counter. Pulling your panties to the side, you felt Hoseok’s finger circle around your folds, pushing in earning a gasp from your mouth. He smiled up at you. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful baby.” You felt his tongue dive into you and flick circles around your clit, causing your eyes to flutter. 

“Please, Hoseok, I want need you to fuck me.”

“Eager aren’t we, (Y/N). Don’t worry, my princess will get fucked soon.” He lifted you up over his shoulders smacking your ass in the process as he made his way to the bedroom. He flung you onto the fresh red sheets. Your breathing grew heavy as you saw your boyfriend strip down into nothing. 

“Fuck.” was all you could manage to express. Hoseok laid down next to you pulling your back into his side and lifting your left leg up to align himself with your cunt. 

“You ready baby?” he groaned into the back of your neck. You shook your head up and down and suddenly he rammed inside of you, causing tears of pleasure to rise up from the corners of your eyes. He pumped in and out bring a strong hand around your neck lightly to bend you backward and closer to his body. You reached down and began to rub yourself as his cock slammed into you at a constant speed. 

“Fuck baby, your moans are so hot, and you’re so fucking tight, I might not last much longer.” He let go of your leg and flipped you over onto your back pushing even further inside of you. You let out a moan of pure ecstasy. You tried rubbing faster before Hoseok took over with his thumb, swiping over your clit bringing you over the edge. 

“Please, harder, fuck me harder. “ your words were ragged and Hoseok smirked down at you listening to your command. His pace quickened and so did his hand. 

“FUCK” Hoseok exclaimed as he pulled out and came over your breasts. He then snapped down to your cunt and began to finger you as he sucked on your clit building tension and suddenly the cord snapped as he slammed his fingers inside of you. He felt you tighten around him as you came. Coming down from your high, Hobi collapsed down next to you.

Request: “can i get the dorks reactions to finding out their crush just loves cute thinga? like they love animals, or kids but also plushies like they could be walking by something they find cute and just be like fake crying ‘ OMG I WANT IIT ! ITS TOO CUUUUUTE!’ #i have an unhealthy obsession with those specially with rilakkuma. i already have socks, card bag, keychains, slippers…”

Author’s Note: I feel this so hard because I am obsessed with Rilakkuma and Pusheen and Gudetama and Alpacasso plushies, so this reaction is a big fucking mood. My ex used to have to drag me out of Barnes and Noble because I would be in there for hours just looking at all the plushies and stationary... Xoxo Reggie

I’m really sorry this took forever and it isn’t finished but I needed to get something out of our drafts. I’ll finish the rest when I can. My apologies -Reggie

Seokjin:

“(Y/N), please put it down. You don’t need it. We’ve been in here for like two hours!” Jin whined, tugging your hand away from the Rilakkuma stand in the Barnes and Noble. What was supposed to be a short trip to pick up a birthday present for Namjoon turned into a two hour long plushie escapade.

“But Jinnie, look at them, they look so sad. They need me to buy them, look how lonely they all are. I NEED THEM.” Jin turned to the lifeless, dead-inside Rilakkuma sitting on the display table. He shivered. They did look lonely; he had to admit, but he promised himself he wouldn’t give in.

“(Y/N), c’mon we have to go. Besides, they’re terrifying. They have like no souls. Why are they so lifeless?” You picked up the biggest Rilkkuma on the table, who had been surrounded by a miniature army of smaller bears. You stared into its eyes and smiled. Yeah, Rilakkuma looked depressed as all hell, but that’s what made him so fucking cute. You shoved the bear in Jin’s face and he squirmed, unable to look away from it’s eyes.

“Jin, admit it. He’s cute. And I need him.” There was nothing stopping you from getting this bear and Jin certainly wasn’t going to get in the way. Your mind churned with ideas on how to convince him and finally, it clicked. You hugged the bear to your chest and pouted with your bottom lip. You looked up at your boyfriend, armed with your best defense ready to crack him. But Jin was not going to go down without a fight. He dismissed the cuteness level and rejected the bear once again after seeing you like that. He was dying inside and he knew if you got any cuter, he would cave...but he couldn’t let you know that. You pouted for real this time knowing your initial plan had failed, but you came back stronger than he expected. Putting the bear back on the table, you ran your fingers up and down Jin’s arm, tracing goosebumps along the way. 

“Jinnie...you know what you do to me when you wear these jeans right?” Jin gulped. His forces were under attack and he knew it. He didn’t expect your army to be this strong. You blinked your eyes up at him and bit your bottom lip. Jin grew weaker and you noticed his face and ears turning red. You stood on your tippy toes and tried to reach his mouth but ended up kissing his neck. You had him now. 

“Oh my god fine fine fine...just stop, we’re in a store.” Jin whipped around and grabbed the bear, walking up to the register. 

When the two of you reached the car you climbed in and buckled up your Rilakkuma in the back seat. Jin plopped down in the driver’s seat and sighed, resting his head on the steering wheel. 

“How do you manage to do this to me every time...?” He sat defeated. You leaned over and turned his head towards yours. 

“You know I wasn’t lying about your jeans right?” You pulled him in and left sloppy kisses on his lips while the lifeless Rilakkuma sat and watched.

Yoongi: 

The wind blew through your crispy sea salt hair as you and your boyfriend made your way down the sizzling hell fire board walk.

“YOonGI, MY feET, PLeaSe CARrY mEeeeee!” You could feel the soles of your feet frying and immediately cursed yourself for leaving your shoes in the car. Yoongi sighed and then laughed, pointing at your messy ocean hair.

“That’s what you get for not bringing your shoes. I told you like 20 times to bring them, but nooooo. You didn’t want to have to carry extra stuff, and now I’m the one who’s stuck carrying you.” He grinned, showing you his teeth and bracing himself for you to hop onto his back. You climbed on and he “oofed” throwing you up to get a better grip.

“I LoVE YOu yoONgI...” He just nodded and laughed through his nose. You slung your arms around his neck and let them dangle on his chest, playing with his shirt as the two of you trekked back to the car. All the while passing little boutiques and hermit crab carts. You could hear Yoongi breathing with every step he took. The both of you were sweating now and he heaved you up again to adjust himself. You loved how cute he was with his wet black hair glimmering in the sun. You could see shades of prior colors popping through in highlights. You looked at the little shops as the two of you past by. Then, you saw it. An overwhelming urge took over you body.

“Oh My God! Put me down put me down!” You slid off of Yoongi’s back and dashed into the store you had your eyes on. Yelling fuck every time your feet hit the scolding boardwalk planks. 

Yoongi watched you run into the store and his gaze turned to horror as he read the name of the building.

“Ohh no...” It’Sugar stood before him and he saw his life flash before him...and his wallet. He knew well enough that you weren’t in it for the candy, but the giant plushie section in the back of the store. Yoongi took one last deep breath and followed you inside. He found you submerged in the plushie wall and braced himself for the bombarding of stuffed animals that were about to be shoved in his face. You turned around with a massive Gudetama plush in hand and rushed up to him, your bare feet slapping on the floor like geese on pavement. He took one look at you and shook his head.

“Pleeeeeeaaasssseeee?” You were desperate. You realized you also left your wallet in the car’s glove box and now you had to pay the price. Yoongi grabbed the stuffed egg before examining the price tag. Gudetama was bigger than Yoongi’s upper body and you squealed at how cute he looked holding it. Yoongi’s eyes shot open when he read the price.

“Jesus Fuck. 40 dollars?! No.” 

“My wallet’s in the car. I’ll give you cash as soon as we get back. Please Yoongs.” Yoongi sighed giving into the use of the pet name. He would never admit it, but he loved it when you called him that. 

Back in the car, you whipped out your wallet and slapped it shut before he could see the wrinkly crumpled ten dollar bill you had stiffed in the side. But your guilty expression gave you away.

“You don’t even have the money do you.” Yoongi didn’t even have to look at you to know that you were shaking your head. He looked over at you sitting in the passenger seat with a giant egg buckled in with you. You handed him the ugly ten dollar bill and he laughed.

“You know (Y/N), I’d be annoyed, but you’re so fucking cute right now.” He leaned over and pecked your cheek before starting the car and driving home. 

Namjoon: (His is short because like he would be the one enabling the obsession.)

“(Y/N)! We need this one for the collection.” Namjoon exclaimed as he pulled another Ryan plushie from the top shelf of the case. You smiled glancing up at him while reaching out for the large bear. 

“I think we need that one too.” You pointed at the one at the end of the shelf and stood on your tippy toes trying to reach. 

“Babes, lemme help. You’re so tiny.” Namjoon grabbed your waist and hoisted you up allowing you to reach the stuffed animal. 

When the two of you came home with your purchases he plopped down and the bed and you jumped on top of him squishing his face between the two Ryan dolls. 

Thanks for the question! Admin Reggie will surely work on it soon :) We’re both a little packed at the moment. I’m doing my final leg of summer classes and Admin Reggie is on vacation, but don’t worry - we’ll be back before you know it!

Sorry for the wait!

“The Dead Hide in Curious Places” [Part One]

Author’s Note: This fic is a little different because I wanted to focus on the stylistic aspect of my writing. I wanted to build the characters and really incorporate an intricate story line. I didn’t want this one to be predictable and god I hope it’s not. I’ve actually had this story idea in my head for a while now and I have like 4 rough drafts for short stories but it wasn’t working out. So I figured I would turn it into a fan fic for you all. Let me know if I should make it an actual short story Also this will have about 3 parts.:) XOXO Reggie 

Inspiration: I drew a lot of inspiration from old story ideas I came up with when I was in high school, but I also drew ideas from “A Beautiful Mind”, “The Sixth Sense”, and “Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso”. However, these are just some inspirations, none of which are copied or stolen from. 

Synopsis: You are working at a small coffee shop in Seoul when captivated by the melancholic music of a mysterious silver haired boy.

“You alone can make my song take flight...Help me make the music of the night.”

Genre: Yoongi x Reader, Ghost AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut?

The way his hands sauntered across the keys entranced you. His veins so blue that you couldn’t help but stare at how they spiraled down his almost paper white skin, intertwining into the tips of his fingers. Each press of the keys expressed an intimacy so strong; you could almost feel the yearning between the silver haired boy and his instrument. He bit his top lip and narrowed his eyes in concentration, a gesture you would soon grow accustomed to. Snapping out of your trance, you looked down at the cell phone buzzing on the metal rust stained coffee table. Frowning at the caller ID, you picked it up.

“(Y/N), where are you right now? I need help moving all the shit into the apartment, the movers came early,” your new roommate’s voice echoed through the speaker, leaving you irritated. You loved Yeri, but if you had to make one more goddamn trip to move in the rest of her sweatshirt collection, you would kill yourself. You glanced around the cafe, eyeing the customers in line. There were fifteen minutes left on break before you had to get back to work.

Fucking Hell…

“Uh, I have like two hours after my break and then I’ll be back. What do you even need to bring in?” You anticipated the answer you knew was coming.

“Yeah that’ll work. It’s just the rest of my sweatshirts and my dresser.” You could hear the excitement in Yeri’s voice. Despite shoveling shit into your apartment for the past three days, she was still somehow sane and as bubbly as ever. You liked to believe that the two of you balanced each other out. You were the logic and she was the optimist. It worked. 

You hung up after hearing her sweatshirt dilemma. Hearing the word had become some sort of negative asmr, and you cringed at the thought of them. Taking one last sip of your heart disease enhancing latte, you stood up and went back to work. It had taken you about ten minutes, but you soon realized that the yearning music had stopped, and the silver haired boy was no longer at the piano.

Yeri sat with her legs crossed in a pile of plushies on the couch. She was watching some sappy drama while you heated up the leftover Chinese food from the night before. You didn’t want to admit it, but “Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo” was your weakness. You couldn’t even count how many times you had re watched the episodes.

“Is it done yet? I’m so fucking hung—oh.” You placed a plate full of General Tso’s chicken in front of her and she squealed. She began stuffing her face, never once glancing away from the screen. You chuckled at how she could eat so much. She was small. So small that her clothes could be those of a child. You sat and listened to the TV while the two of you ate together. Your mind wandering to memories of moving - thoughts about what tomorrow will bring, and of course, him. Not once since you arrived home from work had the beautiful nostalgic melody left your head. The music of that boy and his piano almost left you searching for something you had long forgotten. You hadn’t recognized the song, but it didn’t feel like it was a foreign tune either. You recapped the order in which his fingers brushed the keys, tapping along on your leg trying to figure it out. Your keyboard sat dusty and alone in your room, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know why you had kept the thing when you moved. You guessed a part of you couldn’t let go of the past.

And it frightened you.

But there was something about the way he played that made you feel like you were the only person in that room, as if he had played it solely for you. It was a comforting, familiar sort of longing, and for the first time since you moved, you felt at home, engulfed in the sound of his music.

The small overpriced cafe bustled with people. And for some of these people, you knew that this coffee shop was the highlight of their 9-5 work day. 

You checked your phone, glancing at the time. Five minutes before break. Working the morning shift had its perks, like getting out at a decent time and having the rest of the day to yourself. But for you, not being a morning person really took its toll. You were used to late nights, staying up past 2am every day. You couldn’t remember the last time you fell asleep before that ungodly hour. Thinking back to the past several years; you’ve been to countless doctors and sleep specialists, all prescribing the same useless shitty sleeping pill. Nothing worked. And you grew to accept it for what it was.

The door flew open and the sound of the bell drew your head to the entrance. In walked the silver haired boy from the day before. Unbeknownst to you, he would become a frequent in your work day. You watched him as he made his way to the familiar instrument, never looking up once as he walked over to the bench. You stepped out from behind the counter, clocking out for your break, and took your seat at the same table as yesterday. From the direction you were seated, you had a direct view of his entire side profile. Dressed in black jeans and a beat up over sized hoodie, he sat down. Placing his cell phone a top the glazed wood, he began to play from memory. The same song rang out through the air, engulfing your senses once again. Whatever anger and frustration you held against the instrument was gone, and you were swept away into the notes. 

There was something different about him though. 

Yes, the music sounded the same and he performed the same way, not once faltering. But there was something off. You checked your phone once more. Twelve minutes before you had to clock back in. It was decided. 

You stood up and paced over to the piano. Only a few feet away, he stopped playing and pulled his cell phone down. He got up. Without noticing your presence, he left. 

For the next week, it had become habit to wait for the mysterious boy to come in. And every day at 12:15 pm he would saunter through the glass door. You found yourself anticipating the arrival, and each day he played the same song. Once in a while differing the emotion of the piece.

The coffee shop was slow on this particular Sunday, but when 12:15 approached, he was there. He floated in, and took his seat on the bench. 

This was your chance. 

Before he could even place his phone down, you brisked over and caught him. Standing next to the bench, he looked at you. You had no plan, and you began to panic. 

“Uh, can I, can I get you anything to drink?” He seemed surprised, but regained his composure sooner than it had left. He looked at your blue apron, eyeing your name tag and the embroidered logo of the cafe in the top left corner of the fabric. Joy’s Coffee House, it read. Twirling his thumbs he finally acknowledged your eyes. His eyes were piercing; such a dark brown that they looked black. They had their own uniqueness that gave them a certain beauty - like two small planets kept behind glass doors. You heard him whisper something to himself, but couldn’t make it out. But he soon opened his mouth to speak. 

“I’ve never had coffee before,” was all he could manage to get out. His voice was jagged and filled with uncertainty. You smiled at the innocence of his words. He lowered his head back to the piano. 

“Would you like to try something then? It’ll be on me. What would you like?” His ears perked and you could have sworn you saw a faint smile. 

“Whatever your favorite is, (Y/N).” You smiled at him, his voice becoming smoother and more prominent. 

“I’ll be right back then. Oh, and your music is beautiful. I’ve been humming your song for the past week.” A panicked expression laced his face as his eyes widened. 

“You...you know the song?!” you turned back to face him, an endearing quizzical expression spread across your face.  

“Well, not exactly, but I look forward to it everyday. It sounds familiar for some reason though.” He sat down, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His eyes crinkled into crescent moons and you laughed, turning to go make his drink. 

When you came back with the heart disease latte, you were met with an empty piano bench. You sighed, placing the drink on the coaster a top the piano. Where does he always leave to? You thought to yourself. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught it. A small rip of paper sticking out between two keys. You plucked it out and laughed through your nose. A telephone number and a single music note stared back at you. 

You paced back and forth in the apartment, gripping your cell phone hard enough to squeeze the color out of your knuckles. Do I call? Or do I wait until I see him again? What if I don’t see him again? Questions played tag in your head all morning while you stood in the kitchen, the tile floor chilling your feet.

It was 10 am on a Saturday. Yeri was working and Saturday’s were your days off. You hadn’t slept all night, the buzz of his piano circled through your mind. It had been one week since the first time you saw him, and one week since the song embedded it’s way into your brain. You sauntered over to the couch and plopped down.

You stumbled around for the remote, reaching under the cushions.

Jesus fuck.

You pulled your hand out of the couch only to find that your were holding a crusty piece of General Tso’s chicken Yeri had sworn she cleaned up the other day. That was it. You were getting out of the apartment even if it killed you. 

It rang three times before the soft voice of the familiar stranger glided through the phone.

“Hello?” His voice was deeper than the day prior but just as heartwarming. It sounded groggy as if he just woke up.

“Uhh, is this uhh...”  he never gave you a name, “Is this the piano boy from Joy’s?” You stuttered breathing noticeably heavier. You heard him laugh through his nose while you tried to calm down.

“I didn’t think you would call...or find the little note in the first place to be honest.” You could hear his mouth curl into a smile, that you could only imagine, “Ah, (Y/N), so I guess if you’re not busy, could I show you something?”

He sounded much more confident on the phone, it was cute. But here you were still searching for words that you had tried so hard to hang onto just a minute ago.

“Oh umm, yes. Yes, umm...”

“Perfect! I’ll meet you at Grand Hall Performance Studio, in an hour.” The familiar name brought chills to the back of your neck, and briefly, just briefly you let yourself remember.

“Oh, wait, what’s your name? I don’t think you told me.” 

Hey, everyone!

Sorry we haven’t been active lately. We’ve been busy with real life and haven’t had much time for the blog because of that. We love hearing from you guys and talking to you guys, so please keep sending in asks!

As for new updates, Admin Reggie and I have decided to open up a fic rec blog because we feel that other authors should get rightful recognition for their work. We also want you guys to have other fics to read while we’re working on our own! 

If you want some really great fanfics, follow THIS blog to see the stuff we like. We will definitely mark them appropriately. If you have anything that you wouldn’t like to see, send us an ask so that we’ll make sure to put a tag that looks like: “trigger word /” and you can block it accordingly.

This has been sitting in our inbox for quite a while! Sorry for such a late response. We’ve been very busy as of late, so requests have been slow and our answers have been as well.

Disclaimer, as always: This is all based on personal opinion because I don’t know the boys well enough in person to tell you. Take this with a grain of salt! This is not to say the boys wouldn’t go for someone with a babyface. They would love their significant other no matter what. 

This list also kind of matches with the previous mtl question about cute girls, since the concept is somewhat similar.

Aw this is really cute! To be quite honest, I can see Yoongi joining along jokingly too just because he likes to mess around with the others just as much. 

Although he might have that initial reaction, I’m pretty sure he’ll shrug, laugh (as you said!), and join along. He might even provide the background music to the dancing!

Thanks for sharing!

Sorry for such a late reply! I took classes over the summer, so my time has been cut in half with answering. As long as you show your support to all of the members outwardly, it’ll be okay if you only get your bias and/or your bias wrecker. It would be considered unequal if you purposely voiced disliking to the rest of them, but you sending this ask proves that you love them all equally anyway. 

If all you can afford are your two favorites, that’s okay! Support and love don’t just transcend through how much you spend on them, it transcends through many different means, like your words or your actions.

I hope you end up buying those keychains! 

That’s great! We love fanboys around these parts. There’s such a low amount because of the stigma behind KPOP. Hopefully, we can get rid of that!

How and when did you get into BTS?

1: Thanks for asking b. So basically Eggy got me into bts. More like trapped me tbh. It was last September so I guess I’m sort of new? Idk it feels a lot longer than 10 months and honestly it was the best thing to happen to me. I had always been into kpop in general but never a specific group.  

If you were given the chance to say one sentence to all of them, what would you tell them?

44: If i could only say one sentence to them I honestly don’t even know. I’ve thought about this a lot actually. It’s really embarrassing but when I’m driving home from college I talk to myself and pretend like I’m an interviewer. But if I ever had the chance it would be along the lines of this…”I think what the seven of you do is truly inspiring and influential, and I just want you all to know how thankful I am for your music and how proud I am to be part of army.” 

XOXO Reggie 

How and when did you get into BTS?

1.) While I was the one who got Admin Reggie into BTS (as stated above), my cousin was the one who got me into them. He basically forced me to listen to Spring Day and then moved it onto Dope and so on and so forth. I actually got officially into them the exact day that Serendipity came out, so I would say September 4, 2017! At first, I was hesitant to get into them because I was used to smaller fanbase groups like Astro and Seventeen, but I ended up loving every bit of them. Being that I was the only one in college who liked Kpop intensely, well, I decided to make Reggie join me by introducing her to our boys!

If you were given the chance to say one sentence to all of them, what would you tell them?

44.) I really don’t know what I could or would be able to say to them. There’s so much that I want to say or that I have the need to say. I know it’s quite cliche to thank them for saving me, and while I didn’t have any instances where I legitimately needed physical saving, I needed a lot of emotional saving. Admin Reggie helps me a lot with my insecurities, but the boys help me a great deal too. I think I would say something like, “Thank you for existing, inspiring me to love myself more, and continuing to think about every single one of us as if we were your family.” 

Thanks for the questions!

That is kinda creepy, but that is flattering. I would personally take it as a compliment, but I guess it really depends on further context of the situation. Glad nothing bad happened!

Honestly, Hobi would definitely be grateful and thank you a million times over! But considering fan signs, the other members would be busy talking to other fans to be able to react as quickly as him. I’m sure they’ll smile very widely if they saw it, but would probably not be able to comment on it as much as Hobi would.

Big Mood™

Hoseok sure does have that tendency :( He’s certainly coming for Admin Reggie.