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Rated: F for fluff I found a random prompt thing and this showed up LOL it’s kinda weird and hella lame but uh yeah

Upon hearing a knock on your door on a Sunday evening, he was the last person you'd expect to show up, “Uhm hi?”

“Hey Y/N,” Hanbin awkwardly laughed.

You scrunched your brows, “Yes Hanbin?”

He bit his lip, “Funny story… I know we don't really talk but I have a date tonight and my shower broke so can I use yours, please?” Shit.

“Oh. Sure! Of course,” you smiled, “How have you been showering before then?”

“My friends down the hall but they're all out,” he sighed. You let out a knowing hum before letting him in your apartment, taking note of his clothes in his hands. You grabbed a towel and handed it to him before pointing towards your bathroom.

“Ah thanks, you're a lifesaver,” he thanked before running to the bathroom and closing the door. Well, fuck. So now he's taken? You rushed to your room and frantically texted your friend. YO THE CUTE NEIGHBOR I'VE LIKED FOR WHAT?? 6 MONTHS? HE JUST CAME OVER AND IS USING MY SHOWER BC HIS BROKE AND ITS FOR A FUCKING DATE WHAT DO I DO. The sound of running water mixed with his loud singing made you melt but then you remembered. He's getting ready for a date. You groaned and checked your phone, waiting for a text back. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU was the only response you had gotten. You rolled your eyes gee thanks for the help. You straightened your back before getting up and walking to the kitchen. You were in the middle of a meal before he interrupted. You looked at it, laughing quietly. He was probably going to some fancy restaurant with the suit of his and you were eating a tv dinner, watching Law and Order: SVU. You sighed and continued to eat the remains, scrolling through your phone while half paying attention to the T.V. You were so immersed in trying to look natural, you didn't hear the water stop and Hanbin step out.

He coughed, “How do I look?” You jumped a little before turning.

“Woah,” you raised your brows, “Not too shabby.”

“That's all I get?” he pouted. You laughed. He was stunning in that suit, looking hotter than usual which you didn't know was possible, but he didn't have to know you thought that.

“You look amazing,” you finally settled with, “But your hair is still wet and dripping water all over it.”

“You didn't have a hair dryer,” he complained.

“Yes I do! I just don't use it so I store it away most of the time,” you tsked before leading him back to the bathroom and pulling it out for him.

“I didn't want to look through your drawers,” he blushed making you blush.

“How kind,” you joked, “Your date is so lucky to have such a gentleman of a date. And who knew you can sing too.” He blushed even more and you waved before going to your living room. Great, he's all shy because you made too many comments teasing him. What was up with that wave, too? You smacked yourself with the sound of the hair dryer in the background

“Hey Hanbin!” you yelled, seeing him walk down the hall. He turned and waved enthusiastically before waiting for you to catch up, “How was the date?”

He scratched his head with a laugh, “She was a great person but my mind was on something else and so you know how it goes from there.”

“Aww, sorry it didn't work out,” you apologized, feeling bad yet happy at the same time.

“Nah, it's okay. My eyes were on someone else before and I think she knew,” he quietly explained. Yep, there goes your heart plummeting for the second time because of Hanbin.

You nudged him, “Why did you even go on the date, anyways then?”

“Because I met the girl after I asked her out on the date but too late to cancel, you feel?” he struggled to explain. You shook your head. He rubbed his temples, “How do I put it like this? It was you.”

“What?” you asked, jaw dropped.

“Yeah… I mean I know we only said hi before when we saw each other but there was just something when you let me use your shower. Like not the gesture itself maybe? More like how you were so comfortable with me and just, I don't know. It just felt like it was… normal?” he started rambling making you blush.

“Kim Hanbin,” you hit his chest lightly, “I've liked you for like 6 months.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he whined.

“I didn't want to get rejected? I don't know!” you exclaimed.

“Well now you know… and I know… and… so.... We should like… Go on a date?” he giggled, shyly.

“Having trouble there? Of course,” you smiled, brightly.

“Great! I'll pick you up at 6?” he beamed.

“Are you going to use my shower?” you joked.

“Be there at 5:30, leave by 6?” he joked along.

“Hey!” you scolded light heartedly.

He smiled sheepishly, “No but really, can I?”

Rated: A/F for not rlly angst but there’s an instant and a whole lotta fluff. Also what is an endin my endings always suck 

To you, Jungkook was like ice cream; something everyone loved and something you'd never reject. You could never say no to his puppy eyes, always caving in to his requests.

“Y/N, take a break! You've been working for so long,” Jungkook whined.

“You have a different motive,” you rolled your eyes, typing away at the essay due by midnight.

“No…,” he looked at you, “Maybe… Please just cuddle me!”

You sighed, “After. This is due in 3 hours, Kookie. After I'm done I'll be all yours.” He pouted. Could a boyfriend not cuddle his girl?

“Please, jagi,” he was begging now. He hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder, the chair separating your bodies from head down.

You stopped for a moment, “Would you rather have my full attention on you cuddles or my mind on something else cuddles?”

He stared at you, “Cuddle with me while typing your essay!” In one movement, he took your laptop and carried it to your bed, “Your turn!” Before you could protest, he lifted you over his shoulders and set you on the bed, “Perfect!” You rolled your eyes but smiled at your childish boyfriend. You didn't say anything; instead you sat up against the bed, legs under the blankets and laptop on top. He grinned cheekily, feeling a sense of achievement. He climbed in after your and soon his legs were entangled with yours and his arms wrapped around you as best he could. You continued to type away, occasionally running your hand through his hair. He hummed in comfort satisfied he got what he wanted, somewhat. Of course he would. He was always your first priority .

But too much of anything was never good. That went for ice cream and for Jungkook. You loved him so much but you couldn't handle his attitude at times. 

Yes Jungkook was an idol. Yes he was in one of the most popular bands. Yes you understood with that came fans who were all in love with him and wanted him to be theirs. Some so crazy in ‘love’, they crossed borders such as stalking. You understood this all including how he had to give fan service which often felt like he was flirting with them. You knew better though and you were okay with it. Yet, there were times your jealousy would rise or times where his jealousy would rise or just stupid reasons to argue about.

“I'm tired of this,” you sighed, “I'm tired of you putting me after your fans. You're here physically but not emotionally and I'm just… I'm done.”

“Where is this coming from? First you say I'm not here enough now you're saying... I don't even know what you're saying!” Jungkook yelled, causing you to flinch.

“In the middle of our dates, you stop and talk to your fans and act like I'm not there. You come home and act like you don't know what you did. When I'm just talking to you, you don't pay attention because you're looking at your fans’ tweets. You're basically flirting with them at fan signings and yeah, I get it's ‘fan service’ but I don't see the rest of the boys kissing them,” you rubbed your face as a headache started to come.

“You know my fans are a big part of my life,” Jungkook scoffed, not seeing your point of view, “Stop over reacting.”

“Yeah and I thought I was a big part of your life too but I guess we both know which one's more important, huh?” you glared, refusing to cry in front of him. You turned on your heels and went to your room, making sure to slam the door. You hastily put your charger and some clothes into a drawstring bag and grabbed your phone on the way out.

“Hey, where are you going!” he shouted, running after you. Instead of going to the elevator, you ran down the hallway of your apartment to another end of rooms which he would never guess you'd go. He ran to the elevator and when he saw it closed, shut his eyes. You just needed to cool off, right? He'd give you space tonight and if you didn't come back by tomorrow, he'd text you. You poked your head and saw him looking stressed and stomping back to your apartment room. You quickly made your way to the elevator. That night you spent it at a friend's house.

Did you mention the best similarity Jungkook shared with ice cream? They were both sweet as could be.

You swore Jungkook treated you like a queen. He bought you little gifts and when you asked why he would only softly say, “It reminded me of you. I knew you'd like it so I got it for you.” He made small gestures that always made your heart flutter and on the side, he'd throw in something big like going all out for your birthday. But, your favorite thing was his kisses and how he'd say I love you. There were the small, quick pecks before either of you left for work, a hurried “I love you” yet he'd always say it. Or the ones before he went on stage: quick at first but then he'd leave his lips lingering and you'd take it as a signal to make the kiss a little longer, sweeter, “Good luck Kookie.”

“Jungkook!” Namjoon would yell, trying to hurry him before they came on too late.

“I'll do good because you're here and I love you,” he gave you one last peck before waving and going on stage. There were also the ones where he came home from tour: hungry and yearning for more. “I missed you so much,” he said, always apologizing for leaving you alone for so long, “I love you.” After you helped him carry in his luggage, he'd put his hands on your hip, pushing you against the wall, “Leaving always makes me love you more.” He would pull at your lips, biting them in his want for more. Your hand would be running through his hair, his hand trapping you against the wall. Your lips would taste like mint from your chapstick that you loved so much and that's the taste he will always remember. Your most favorite kisses out of them all, however, were the casual ones. Something out of the blue yet you both were comfortable with it. The ones on your cheek when you're cooking and when you turn around, oh look it's his lips. The ones where you're reading and he just has to interrupt to kiss you. Even when you're walking hand and in hand, yet that's enough for him and he gives you a kiss that's not too much PDA for the public yet not qualified as a peck. Jungkook tasted of sweetness, something between chocolate and strawberries. It was such a random combination but something you adored. His kisses felt like home to you.

Rated: F for confession fluff blegh all my writing is so bad and half-assed lately

“Y/N,” Taehyung slurred over the phone.

“Tae? Are you drunk?” you asked, all too well knowing the answer.

“Ah, no. Maybe. Yes. No. I don't know. You figure it out,” he giggled.

“Where are you? Who let you drink?” you groaned. He promptly gave you the address of a local club and in your pajamas, you drove to pick him up. You loved Taehyung but he truly could be the biggest idiot ever. You wished he was more than a best friend but at the same time, could you deal with his antics as a boyfriend? You told yourself you couldn't but really, you wouldn't mind. But if you told yourself you couldn't enough times, you'd believe it and your feelings for Taehyung would go away, right? You rubbed your temples as you drove, both tired and irritated.

“Taehyung!” you shouted as you entered the club. This boy could be anywhere. In sweats and a shirt stolen from Taehyung, you looked very out of place. Every girl wore a tight dress with killer heels and makeup that'd soon be smudged with all the sweat they were accumulating. The body heat and the aura of horny people, to put it simply, made you want to puke. You didn't understand what Taehyung was doing partying by himself at 2 a.m. You were definitely yelling at him when you found him. Where was the rest of Bangtan? You had been weaving your way in and out of the crowd for a bit, your texts unanswered when you found him.

“Kim Taehyung!” you hissed, smacking his arm. His eyes rolled over as he sloppily fell into your arms.

“Y/N, I knew you'd come,” he drawled.

“This is the last time I'll save your ass from the club,” you warned.

“No it won't because you looove me,” he giggled making you groan, “But it's okay. I love you too.”

“I know you do. We're best friends. Now where are the other boys? I can't believe they let you party,” you tsked.

“No, no. I want to be more than best friends,” he corrected, sloppily. He looked around before whispering, “Wanna know a secret? I have a crush on you. Shhh, don't tell anyone.” Your heart stopped at his confession but you shook your head. He was drunk, he didn't know what he was talking about.

“You won't be saying that when you're sober. Come on Tae,” you sighed, dragging him out of the club. He protested, saying he knew his feelings but you blocked him out.

“Guys!” you screamed, pounding on the door. Taehyung leaned against you, a giggling mess. No one answered and you looked in the peephole. Everything was dark and you assumed everyone was asleep. Your relentless pounding should have woken them up, you thought. You were right; it did. But they knew it was you and afraid of a scolding, they all huddled together in their respective rooms, ignoring you. Eventually you gave up and dragged Taehyung into the elevator and back to your car where you drove to your apartment.

You scratched your head, unsure of what clothes Taehyung could borrow. Then it hit you he always left a pair of pajamas in case he wanted an unplanned sleepover. You threw the pair at him and he clumsily changed into them in the middle of the room, causing you to turn around and cover your eyes.

“I can't believe I'm letting you crash here,” you muttered, crawling back into your bed. The bed sunk as the spot next to you was occupied. Taehyung slung his arm over you and quickly, fell asleep, leaving you in your own thoughts of his ‘confession.’

The next morning you awoke to a groaning noise from Taehyung. You almost forgot what he was doing there when the memories of last night hit you, including his confession. You sighed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before sitting up. Taehyung curled in a ball, moaning and groaning. You rolled your eyes as you got up and returned with water and aspirin.

“I hate you,” you stated, staring down at him.

“No you don't,” he smirked, taking the pill quickly, “Thanks.”

“Whatever. Get out of my bed now,” you urged, trying to pull him out.

“No, my headache,” he wailed.

“God damn it,” you groaned before crawling into bed, “Just stay on your side.” You stayed close to the edge, trying to fall asleep again. Taehyung had different plans and rolled over until he was as close to you as he could be. “Taehyung!”

“I want Y/N cuddles,” he whined.

“You don't deserve them,” you hissed, hitting him.

“I know you love me,” he teased, wrapping his arms around you.

“If I remember correctly, it is you who loves me,” you pointed out.

“Hmm?” he hummed, squeezing your stomach and murmuring in content.

“‘I have a crush on you. Shhh, don't tell anyone,’” you mocked with a smirk.

“I did not say that!” he protested.

“I beg to differ,” you laughed, aware of how he was still hugging you.

“It wasn't supposed to happen like that ,” he pouted.

“What?” you choked.

“I do like you,” he awkwardly chuckled, “I'm not gonna deny it… But I wasn't gonna tell you like that!” You stayed silent for a couple seconds, scaring him.

“Good, because I like you too. I just wanted a better confession,” you teased making him groan.

“Stop! It's embarrassing,” he whined.

“This is karma for making me get out of bed at 2 a.m,” you yawned, still tired. You were surprised at how casual the confession was and how normal it felt.

“Thanks,” he gushed, “So a date at 7 tomorrow?”

“We're already like a couple,” you mused, “But yes. I'll be expecting you.”

“The boys will have fun teasing us,” he laughed into your neck.

“Yeah but then I'll kill them for not answering the door yesterday. I know they heard me,” you reassured.