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He’s a star in front of thousands, but behind the cameras, he’s just yours—always looking for you, always finding you. between rehearsals, quiet rides through neon streets, and stolen moments in empty rooms, it’s always the same pull back to each other.
dramatic, intimate, established‑relationship
The studio feels far too bright for the hour, the kind of brightness that ignores the fact that it’s well past midnight and insists on turning everything into sharp reflections and polished edges. The lights bounce off mirrors and metal stands, stretching across the floor in long, sterile streaks that make the entire space feel suspended between reality and something dreamlike. I’ve been here countless times before, waiting through shoots, schedules, rehearsals—but tonight the air feels different, charged in a way I can’t quite name. Maybe it’s the hour. Maybe it’s the exhaustion. Or maybe it’s simply him.
Jungkook stands in the center of the set like he was carved for this exact moment, like the light itself bends toward him out of instinct. His shirt hangs open just enough to reveal the familiar lines of his torso, the ones I’ve traced with my own hands more times than I can count. The faint edge of his Calvin Klein waistband peeks above his trousers, and even though I’ve seen him like this in far more intimate settings, something about the way he holds himself under these lights makes my breath catch. He rolls his shoulders between shots, runs a hand through his hair, exhales slowly as the photographer adjusts angles—and every movement feels like a reminder of the quiet gravity he carries without trying.
I tell myself not to stare.
But I always stare.
He’s mine, after all.
And he knows it.
Every so often, his gaze drifts across the room, cutting through the noise and the lights until it finds me. Not by accident. Never by accident. His eyes linger just long enough to make my pulse jump, just long enough to remind me that even in a room full of people, he’s aware of me—of my presence, my attention, my heartbeat.
“Break!”
The call slices through the air, and the room shifts instantly into motion. Staff members move in, voices rise, equipment clatters. But Jungkook doesn’t turn to them. He turns to me, already walking with that quiet certainty that always makes something inside me tighten.
“You came,” he says when he reaches me, his voice softer now, stripped of the performance edge he uses for the camera.
“I always come,” I reply, and this time my voice doesn’t waver. It’s the truth. I’ve been by his side long enough that showing up feels like instinct.
He studies my face with that familiar intensity, the kind that makes me feel seen in a way that’s both grounding and overwhelming. His eyes flick briefly to my lips before returning to mine, and the subtle shift in his expression sends a warm pull through my chest.
“You were watching me,” he murmurs—not accusing, not teasing, just stating what he already knows.
I let out a breath. “You make it impossible not to.”
A slow smirk curves his mouth, the one that always gives him away.
“Good.”
Someone calls his name from across the studio, and he sighs, reluctant. As he steps back, his fingers brush mine—light, fleeting, but familiar enough to send a quiet spark up my arm.
“Wait for me,” he says.
And of course I will. I always do.
The city feels different at night, like it’s breathing slower, deeper. The streets glow with reflections of neon signs and passing headlights, and everything feels suspended in a kind of restless calm. I’ve ridden behind him on his motorcycle more times than I can count, but the feeling never changes—the hum of the engine beneath us, the wind rushing past, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
My arms wrap around his waist automatically, my cheek resting lightly against his back as he weaves through the quiet streets with the kind of confidence that makes me feel both safe and breathless. Every turn pulls me closer, every acceleration makes my grip tighten. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly what it does to me.
At a red light, he shifts slightly—and his hand reaches back, fingers brushing my thigh in a slow, deliberate squeeze that sends a jolt straight through me. He doesn’t look back. He doesn’t need to. We’ve been together long enough that he can read my reactions without seeing my face.
His apartment is quiet when we step inside, the kind of quiet that feels warm rather than empty. The soft lighting casts gentle shadows across the room, replacing the harsh brightness of the studio with something far more intimate. The door clicks shut behind us, and the silence settles around us like a familiar blanket.
“You couldn’t stop staring earlier,” he says from behind me, his voice low enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I turn to face him, my heartbeat already picking up. “You noticed.”
“I always notice you.”
He says it like it’s the simplest truth in the world.
He steps closer, his hand brushing along my arm before settling at my shoulder, his touch warm and steady. There’s no hesitation in the way he looks at me—just certainty, the kind that comes from knowing someone deeply, fully.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “What were you thinking?”
I swallow. “That you looked unreal tonight.”
Something shifts in his expression, something warm and intense.
“Only looked?” he asks, voice dipping lower.
I don’t get the chance to answer before he closes the distance, his forehead nearly touching mine, his breath warm against my lips. His fingers tilt my chin up gently, guiding my gaze back to his.
“Then don’t hold back now.”
When he leans in, I meet him halfway.
The kiss is slow at first, familiar and grounding, the kind of kiss that carries the weight of every moment we’ve shared. My hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and his arm wraps around my waist with a certainty that makes my chest tighten. The world narrows to the warmth of his mouth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet hum of something deeper between us.
When we finally pull back, our foreheads rest together, breaths uneven.
Kissing him felt natural, like something I’d always known. But tonight, kissing him wasn’t enough. I craved more, a deeper connection, a desire to feel every part of him. I staddle him already feeling his cock harden underneath his tight Calvin Klein jeans. Jungkook deepened the kiss as I started to slowly grind on top of him.
“Ride me baby….use me” Jungkook growled with desire
His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moved with a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts, feeling the tension build between us. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the soft rustle of fabric. I could feel his hands exploring my body, pulling me closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of me either.
Every touch, every kiss, was electric, and I knew this was more than just a moment of passion. It was a connection that transcended words, a bond that felt unbreakable. As we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own private universe.
“Please Jungkook, I wanna feel you” and with that we started taking off our clothes…aching to feel each other as much as possible. What began as something innocent transformed into a passionate display. I could almost feel him growing harder if that was possible. His insertion filled us with euphoria, a perfect blend of emotions and sensations. The world outside faded away leaving just the two of us in our own private universe. Reaching the peak of our passion the release was overwhelming a harmonious blend of emotions and sensations that left us breathless and content.
“You’re staying,” he whispers.
I nod without thinking.
I always stay.
Morning arrives gently, sunlight filtering through the curtains in soft gold. Jungkook stirs beside me, reaching for his phone with a sleepy groan.
“Schedule…” he mutters.
“Concert day,” I remind him.
He turns his head toward me, and despite the exhaustion, his expression softens in that way it always does when he looks at me first thing in the morning.
“You’re coming,” he says—not asking, just knowing.
“I am,” I say, because I always do.
He smiles, leaning closer until his nose brushes mine. “Good. I’ll look for you.”
Backstage is chaos, but I’ve learned to navigate it. The noise, the rushing staff, the distant roar of the crowd—it all blends into something electric. And then the lights drop, and BTS steps onto the stage.
Jungkook transforms instantly, slipping into that version of himself that belongs to the world—the performer, the powerhouse, the one who commands the stage like it’s an extension of his body. But even then, even in the middle of thousands of screaming fans, I can still see the man I woke up beside.
And then—
for just a moment—
he turns his head.
His eyes find mine.
Even from across the arena, even through the lights and the noise, the look is unmistakable. It’s the same one from the studio, from his apartment, from every quiet moment in between.
Like no matter where he is, he’s still anchored to me.
After the show, everything blurs again—voices, movement, adrenaline—but when he finally reaches me backstage, the world quiets. His hand finds mine instantly, warm and familiar, grounding me in a way nothing else can.
“Stay with me tonight too,” he murmurs, his voice low and certain.
And this time—
just like every time—
I don’t hesitate.
hiii i really like reading your work, it’s always so detailed and precise (and sososo accurate) i was wondering if you could write an OT7 headcannon/imagine about them seeing you for the first time after they finish their military time (pls make it fluff)
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hiii there💜 first THANK YOU for this unbelievably sweet ask, and for loving the details I pour into these worlds. 🥺 your words mean everything to me...
i’m so sorry this took ages - I really needed a break. However Hobis concert had me vibrating and seeing all the members together and AHH SEEING YOONGI gave me such a boost (and i definitely didn't cry like ten times ahhh).
I tried to channeled all that emotion into these reunions, praying it’s what you wanted... if not feel free to ask again!
anyway... we almsot made it!
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BTS Seeing You After Military Service
Pairings: BTS(solo) x reader
Rating: R
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Warnings: Military Trauma, PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Nightmares, Emotional Repression
KIM NAMJOON (RM)
THE DAY HE RETURNS
Public Facade
stands stiffly at the press conference
uniform far from starched
his knuckles whiten around the mic
reporter asks
“Was it lonely?”
“Soldiers don’t get lonely...”
he lies to the press
his eyes scanning the crowd for you (kinda hoping you're not there, not having to deal with ARMY that came although they told not to) - [I' m sorry but I ahd to write this, I was soooo mad...]
FIRST NIGHT HOME
his place is dark when he enters
no fanfare, just the hum of the fridge
he drops his duffel by the door
combat boots echoing in the stillness
moonlight stripes the floor where you stand
you're clutching a pot of sikye (sweet rice drink)
steam curling like a ghost between you
His Reaction
Physical
he freezes
rigid posture drilled into him for 547 days collapses
shoulders slump, head bows
a tremor runs through him
Verbal
broken whisper
“You… waited.”
Action
stumbles forward
boots abandoned mid-step
crushes you to his chest
face buried in your neck
he doesn’t cry (yet)
he shakes, silent and violent
= like a dam cracking after years of pressure
“They yelled… every night. Said I moved too slow. Thought too much.”
his grip on you tightens
“I counted stars in the trenches to stay sane. Named one after you.”
UNPACKING
you sit cross-legged on the floor as he empties his duffel
each item carries weight
a notebook
= filled with poems scratched in margins
“DMZ Dawn: Fog like regret / Gun oil and frost / I dreamt of her laugh.”
ration chocolate
unopened, expiry date passed
“Saved it… for you.”
smooth, grey stone
lifted from the ceasefire line
places it in your palm
“Held this when the nightmares came. Felt like… holding us.”
CONFESSION
he can’t sleep
you find him on the balcony, staring at Seoul’s skyline
“I forgot how to be Kim Namjoon...”
voice raw
“Just Sergeant Kim. Orders. Silence.”
you pull his military jacket from shoulders, wrapping him in the hoodie he had left for you
His Breaking Point
he turns, eyes glistening
“I heard ARMY’s cheers today,,, finally, althogh they should not be there. Thought of your voice…”
a tear finally falls
“That’s when I remembered, I’m not just a soldier. I’m yours.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Morning
you brew coffee
he watches, mesmerized
“I dreamed of this smell.”
Touch
flinches when you brush his hair back
too used to rough hands
seeks your fingers, interlacing them like a prayer
Words
reads you new lyrics at 3 a.m.
“Peace isn’t the absence of war / It’s her hand in mine / And the stars inside our walls.”
KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)
DISCHARGE DAY
salutes with a flourish
winks at cameras
grabs the mic before officers can stop him
“Worldwide Handsome is back! Did you miss this face? Be honest...”
reporters eat it up
only you see how his hand trembles holding the bouquet
PRIVATE MOMENT
Car Ride Home
leans back in the passenger seat, eyes closed
“Ahhh… civilian air! Smells like… freedom and my skincare routine.”
suddenly serious
grabs your hand
“You didn’t date anyone, right? I had spies. Six very loud spies.”
Arrival at His Apartment
kicks off military boots dramatically
“Never. Again. Do you know they made me use generic shampoo? It was a war crime.”
spots the feast you cooked: samgyeopsal, kimchi jjigae, a cake shaped like his face
“YAH! Is that me?! Am I delicious?!”
cackles, then hugs you so tight your feet lift
“I missed your cooking. And… you...”
UNSPOKEN STRUGGLES
you catch him staring blankly at his uniform hanging on the door
You: “Was it hard?”
Jin: “Psh! Hard? I charmed generals. Taught them TikTok dances!”
but when you touch his shoulder, his smile wavers
“…Okay, the beds were rocks. And the snoring! Ugh, louder than Jungkookie.”
rolls over at 3 AM
voice muffled in your hair
“Sometimes I’d look at the stars and pretend ARMY’s lightsticks were under them. Silly, right?”
before you answer, he fake-snores
“ZZzz… military discharge ZZzz…”
RE-CLAIMING OF JOY
First Morning Home
wears silk pajamas and a gold eye mask
“This is a uniform! Hydration, skincare, me time.”
dances to “Super Tuna” while flipping pancakes
PLANS
For ARMY
“SEOKJIN DAY” Concert
free live stream with actual tuna gifts thrown to fans (plushies)
“Safety first! Virtual tuna!”
Jin Joke Book
“101 Ways to Survive Military Service (by a Guy Who Didn’t).”
Mukbang VLIVE
eats 10 packets of jin ramyeon
“Unrationed! Uncensored!”
For You
Revenge Spa Day
books a couple’s massage
“They dared to give me calluses! Fix them!”
Private Karaoke Night
sings trot songs until dawn
“Louder than the artillery!”
Future Dreams
“Let’s adopt a real super tuna uhhh... puppie dog, and teach it to high-five!”
Extra:
you catch him quietly tracing your face at breakfast
“What?”
he grins, eyes crinkling
“Just memorizing. In case they drag me back for ‘Worldwide Handsomeness Duty.’”
pancake burns
he doesn’t care
MIN YOONGI (SUGA)
[pls idk how to do Yoongi for the first time because I have no idea what his service was like... if he says something next week I might write a new post on this]
DAILY GRIND
His Reality (Pre-Reunion)
Location
community center in Mapo-gu, Seoul
filing paperwork, teaching elderly citizens digital literacy
Constraints
curfew = home by 10 PM, no exceptions
uniform = scratchy polyester badge he hates touching
public scrutiny:
paparazzi sometimes staked outside the center
your monthly visits were tense
= coffee-shop meetings with guarded hugs
“Felt like a zoo animal at that place...”
THE LAST DAY OF SERVICE
he hands in his badge
walks past reporters without a word
texts you first
"Done. Door unlocked. Don’t bring takeout... I am cooking."
REUNION
you find him in his studio
not the living room, not the kitchen... the studio
it's his sanctuary
he’s wearing soft gray sweatpants and an old BTS hoodie
sleeves frayed, smelling of lavender
no more uniforms, no more badges
later moves to the kitchen to make promised dinner
His Reaction
Physical
doesn’t turn when you enter
keeps chopping kimchi
his shoulders relax
subtle drop of tension held for 18 months
Verbal
“Took us long enough.”
he pauses
“...Missed you.”
Action
turns, knife still in hand
sees your tears and sighs
“Yah. Come here.”
pulls you into a one-armed hug (left shoulder still stiff)
face buried in your hair
he doesn’t cry
tho his grip is desperate
fingers clutching your shirt like you might dissolve
“Hearing ARMY scream at Hobis concert last week…”
his voice cracks
“Fuck. Forgot how much I needed that sound. Forgot how much I needed you.”
THE UNWINDING
Ritual of Return
Hoodie
“Stole it last winter. Smelled like you. Only thing that made that fucking uniform bearable.”
Playlist
hands you aux cord
“No more community center elevator music. Play something real.”
Silence
sits you on his studio couch
kneading your hand like he’s reassuring himself you’re tangible
“Talk. Or don’t. Just... stay.”
EMOTIONAL RELEASE
plays the demo for BTS’s comeback album first track
raw piano, no vocals
stops mid-chord
“They treated me like glass. ‘Don’t lift that, Min-ssi! Don’t stress!’”
he mimics a high-pitched voice, scowling
“But hearing ARMY say ‘we’re back’ yesterday…”
meets your eyes, vulnerability stark
“Felt like I could breathe again. Like me again.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reclamation
Curfew Broken
stays up until 3 AM watching Train to Busan with you
“Just ’cause I can.”
Touch
lets you massage his stiff shoulder without flinching
the moment his CO barks the command, his shoulders drop a fraction
cameras flash as fans scream
he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight
"Yes, sir! Proud to serve!"
his eyes dart through the crowd like searchlights
"Where is she?"
FIRST MOMENT
you’re waiting under an old oak tree at the edge of the base
= his request
"No cameras, no ARMY. Just us."
he spots you
His Reaction
Physical
tremor runs through him
his polished drill-instructor composure shatters
Sound
choked gasp
then a broken, high-pitched "Yah...!"
drops his duffel and sprints
Action
collides with you so hard you stumble
his arms lock like steel bands
buries his face in your neck, sobbing
gog tags dig into your collarbone
"You came..."
voice muffled against your skin
"I dreamed of this. Every. Damn. Night."
UNPACKING
back at his apartment, he kneels on the floor
unpacking his duffel with trembling hands
each item tells a story
Neatly Folded Letters
every one you sent
edges frayed from rereading
"Read them during night watch. Your words kept the dark away."
Miniature Whistle
= his drill sergeant tool
presses it into your palm
"Used it to call ‘attention!’... but really, I just wanted to scream I miss you!"
CONFESSION
startles awake at 2 a.m.
gasping
haunted by phantom shouts
you find him in the kitchen, chugging water
knuckles white on the counter
"They called me Sunshine Sergeant..."
whispers, voice raw
"But nights were… dark. So dark."
What Breaks Him
you touch his back (just a light brush)
he crumples
"I had to be hard, jagiya. But I cried in the showers. Every. Single. Day."
tears streak his face as he clings to you
"Forgive me? For not being… sunshine?"
HEALING
Morning
cooks ramyeon
burning it spectacularly
Touch
flinches when a car backfires
tangles your fingers with his
thumb rubbing your knuckles like a lifeline
Dance
in the living room
pulls you close
no music, just swaying
"Missed this. Missed you. Let’s never stop moving."
BONUS
puts on his old "Hope World" hoodie
grabs your hand then drags you to Han River Park
"Let’s feed the ducks! And…"
pulls a tiny box from his pocket
it's matching necklaces
"So everyone knows you’re mine."
when you laugh, his smile finally reaches his eyes
PARK JIMIN
THE DAY HE RETURNS
he exits posture razor-straight
face carved into stoicism
press cameras flash
he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight
but when a reporter shouts, "Any message for ARMY?" his composure wavers
eyes darting through the crowd
he rasps:
"I... just want to go home."
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you wait at his dimly lit apartment
heart pounding
keys rattle in the lock
he steps inside, hair regulation-short
skin dry, shoulders broadened by combat training
his eyes find you instantly
His Reaction
Physical
agasp tears from him
his duffel bag thuds to the floor
Movement
crosses the room in three strides
not running, but an urgent march
Breakdown
collapses against you
arms locking like steel bands
he doesn’t just cry, he shatters
sobs wrack his body
hot tears soaking your shoulder
"I dreamed of this..."
he chokes
"Every night in the barracks... your smell... your voice..."
What You Feel
ridged scar on his knuckles from training
the tremor in his hands as they fist your shirt
the way he buries his face in your neck
= breathing you in like oxygen
UNPACKING
you kneel beside him as he empties his duffel
A Faded Photo
you laughing, tucked inside his helmet liner
water-stained at the edges
"Looked at this during night watch... made the stars feel closer."
Black Stone
"Held it when they yelled... imagined it was your hand."
His Dog Tags
presses them into your palm
"Carried you against my heart. Every. Single. Day."
NIGHTMARES
he jolts awake at 3 a.m.
gasping, drenched in sweat
instinctively, he scans the dark room, assessing threats
you ouch his arm gently
"Jimin-ah. It’s me. You’re home."
"They broke us down"
he whispers, voice trembling
"Made us scream, crawl through mud... called us weak."
he turns to you, eyes haunted
"I never cried there. Not once. Saved it all... for you."
THE HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Touch Therapy
craves skin contact constantly
presses your palm to his cheek while making coffee
"Just... need to feel you're real."
Voice Relearning
sings "Promise" to you at dawn
voice rough from disuse
stumbles over the high notes
"Sorry... out of practice."
you join in softly
he cries again
= healing tears this time
Extra:
he traces your face with roughened fingers
"They tried to erase Park Jimin, but you? You remembered me back to life."
KIM TAEHYUNG (V)
THE DAY HE RETURNS
he descends the base steps in sunglasses hiding tired eyes
flashes a Boxy Smile at cameras
blows kisses to ARMY
his fingers tap nervously against his leg
reporter shouts: “What’s first after discharge?”
he grins
“A nap… and a kiss from my wife.”
crowd swoons
only you see the tremor in his hands
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you expect chaos
= confetti, champagne, his loud laugh echoing off walls
instead, you open the door to silence
apartment is transformed
= fairy lights drip from ceilings, velvet drapes pool on floors, a vintage record player spins “Fly Me to the Moon.”
Taehyung stands in soft linen pants, barefoot, holding a single gardenia
His Reaction
Physical
he doesn’t move
just drinks you in
= the way you clutch the doorframe, the tears already spilling
slowly sinks to one knee
not to propose again but to breathe
Verbal
“I practiced this speech for months, now I… forgot it all.”
Action
rises and crosses the room in three strides
cradles your face like porcelain
“Wife.”
the word is a prayer, a promise, a homecoming
CONFESSION
Midnight Honesty
you find him on the balcony
he plays a jagged, aching melody, something raw and new
“Wrote this after night patrol.”
voice rough
“Saw Orion’s Belt… remembered how you’d trace it on my back.”
he turns, eyes glittering
“Military Taehyung was fine. But he wasn’t… me. Not without you.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Morning
makes you dalgona coffee, but badly
“Forgot how to whisk! Forgive me?”
licks foam off your nose
Touch
keeps a hand on you at all times
= your waist, your ankle, your pinky hooked in his
“Need to remember you’re real.”
Art Therapy
paints your portrait at 3 a.m.
“Vintage filter... because you’re timeless.”
JEON JUNGKOOK
THE DAY HE RETURNS
strides off the military transport
posture razor-sharp, beret low, gaze shadowed
cameras flash as he salutes, jaw clenched
answers media in clipped syllables
“Honored to serve. Focused on duty.”
a reporter shouts: “What’s first thing you’ll do as civilian?”
his eyes snap to the crowd
“Hug someone...”
he rasps with a smirk
but mic catches the crack in his voice
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you wait at his house, heart hammering after an instant police call
scared after somoeone tried to break in
then the door clicks open
he stands framed in darkness
broader shoulders, new tattoo on his shoulder, knuckles scarred, birn marks on his arms
His Reaction:
Physical
drops his duffel
takes one step
two...
then crashes into you
lifting you off your feet
his arms lock like steel cables
= a soldier’s grip, desperate and possessive
Verbal
his voice is a raw, shattered whisper against your ear
“Jagiya. I counted the stars. I counted the bullets. I counted you.”
Unspoken
he trembles not from cold
but from the release of too many days of forced control
What Breaks Him
you touch his new tattoo (your favourite flower)
he flinches, then crumbles
“They made us scream. Run till we vomited. But this... this kept me human.”
presses your palm onto the new ink
tears streak his cheeks
= silent, furious
he hasn’t cried since boot camp
UNPACKING
he kneels on the floor, you beside him
Faded Hoodie
your university hoodie
stolen pre-enlistment
it smells of sweat and earth
“Slept in it. Got yelled at. Worth it.”
Bullet Casing
polished smooth
"Found it on the range. Thought… ‘She’d hate this.’ Kept it to remind me why I needed to come home.”
NIGHTMARES
you wake to his choked gasp
he’s rigid, drenched in sweat
eyes wide, unseeing
“Don’t move! Tripwire...!”
Your Response
you touch his wrist
light, so he doesn’t reflexively strike
then you hum “Magic Shop” until his breathing steadies
"They dropped us in mountains. No food. No light. Just… cold.”
he curls around you
face buried in your hair
“I’d close my eyes and see your smile. That was my compass.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Touch
he startles at sudden movements
you move slowly
brush his hair, trace his scars
by day three, he seeks it
= nuzzling your palm like a wounded animal learning trust
Food
cooks gamjatang at 2 a.m.
army rations ruined his stomach
“Need real food. Need you.”
Vulnerability
shows you his special forces manual
notes scribbled in margins:
Page 42: “Pain tolerance drill. Thought of her laugh. Lasted 3 mins longer.”
Page 109: “Night navigation. Followed Orion’s Belt. Her favorite constellation.”
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synopsis : sum girlfriend sevika headcanons of mine !
c/w : fluff, sfw, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, soft sevika, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of play-fighting, not proofread
w/c : 0.6k
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who was asked to play uno by you and kept making fun of you for it because it wasn't a "real card game," but she ended up being super competitive and into it.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who loves getting high asf with you, go get fast food, and then pretending to do a food review in the car.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who loves play-wrestles with you all the time. she always lets you win them while she pretended to be dead
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who is basically a fireplace. you can just feel the heat radiating off of her. she makes good cuddle material though.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who brings you flowers home at least once a week. she's not very good with words, so this was her way of saying she loves you.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who still likes to play truth or dare with you. she's so casual about it too.
"truth or dare?" sevika asked in a monotone, scrolling through her phone.
"dare." you reply while laying your head on sevikas lap, half asleep.
"I dare you to go get me a snack"
"go get your own damn snack."
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who randomly sticks her feet in the socks your wearing whenever and where ever.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who curls in behind you anytime she gets just to smell you. she'll hold you there for a good minute before letting go. if you smell bad, she'd tell you. (but she kinda like the stank)
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who twerked on you before because she lost a bet. (she's serious about her gambling man). your friend took a video, and you sometimes fear-monger her with it.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who sends you hot gym pics of herself where her abs are glistening with sweatttt
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who doesn't have social media, but sometimes peers over your shoulder to see what you're watching. she thinks your insane after seeing whatever it is
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who is not at all a chill high, but instead really talkative. she'll yap your ear off on some random philosophical theory that she doesn't know about.
"so, you know the nihilism theory...like none of this even matters..."
"sev,please. you always talk about this."
"what? no."
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who does fake proposals with you at restaurants if y'all are really craving dessert that much.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who you're either eating 10k calories with, or burning 10k calories with. one day you go to a bunch of little food areas, and the next both of you guys are on a hike.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who once drunk called you while she was out with friends and just sobbed about how much you mean to her. actually, it's pretty reoccurring.
"you don't even knowwww...I miss you a lot lot lot. sleep sweetheart, sleepppp. wait for me, please." sevika sobbed into the phone. she hiccuped before starting it back up again.
"okay...miss you too."
"noooo, not as much as I doo."
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who accompany's you to ever doctors, dentist, eye appointment, anything.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who you have to give a back massage almost everyday. you started to think to ask her for a payment at this point.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who adores it when you praise her but she'll never admit it.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who has the key to your apartment and she just goes there to sleep even though you're not even home.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who has a baby pic of you in her wallet. you asked her where she sound it and she just shrugs.
જ⁀➴gf!sevika...who fucks with love island heavy, but in secret. she shits on it in front of you, but then she's there on the dot when a new episode drops.
a/n : hey guys I'm writing this high asf so pls if sumthing does not make sense im srry :] srry dis super short lawl
