WAit so was taehyung in love with jungkook too or was i just reading too much into it because im so used to you putting hidden things in this au-
its up to interpretation tbh HDJWJSJ i originally wanted tae to have loved jungkook fleetingly in the past, but then i thought it would be a little too much for this au and ive already had too much going on for tae LOL so instead, i tried to slide some hints in there that might indicate that he used to love him romantically, but i framed it in sort of a way where he didnt realize it himself??
his part in autumn leaves was actually really interesting to write bc he speaks so highly of jungkook, but at the same times he kinda hates him in this weird way,,, but then tae realizes he hates himself more, which i guess you can relate it to his own inability to understand that hes the king of suppressing his emotions (esp his feelings for kook and eventually, jinnie)
hes actually one of my fave characters in the au LOL i made him a lot more complex than i meant to, and i could talk about him all day but yea thats the gist of it i guess,,, i hope this made sense somehow?? 🤪
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Since we are talking about strangers we have met in dreams, I had a dream once (before I knew about BTS) that I was cooking with a guy that I think was supposed to be my boyfriend in the dream and his name was Jin. I woke up and thought "huh, Jin is a weird name." And now here I am today, a huge-ass BTS and Kim Seokjin fan. Literal man of my dreams right there lol.
@sugacraving said: I had a dream about a guy once. I bumped into him on the street in the dream, and I was clearly older like, I was around 8 or 9 at the time of having the dream, and in the dream I was like maybe 20-23? And he knocked me over, helped me pick up my stuff and then bought me hot cocoa in the coffee shop literally beside us. I've yet to meet him but if I do I'll have to share!
anonymous said: hi! it’s soulmate anon, i saw about the grocery store reply and it really was crazy how we could even cross paths with each other! i saw saw your post, please do take a break or a breather, i started writing just recently the second half of this year and during my break, i was on here nonstop i had to remind myself that it would affect my grades so much if i prioritise on diff things, college is stressful but only know i’ve come to understand the importance of time management and rest.
YALL THESE SOULMATE STORIES ARE INSANE we really all out here living in a soulmate au. also to soulmate anon: thank you so much for your support concerning my hiatus !!!!
Maybe like, a picnic with yoongi or jin, if you havent done that before, that ends with a. s u n s e t. k i s s.
a/n: not to be predictable, but this is slightly cheesy. just like. slightly lmao.
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Your hiking feet softened into the luscious shards of green grass below, the darkened hue flushing into a lighter mint to the path your shoes carved out. A spring seasoned dandelion peeked every few feet, eliciting small swarms of striped bees and buzzing flies. The chattering of soaring birds flagged elongated shadows across the sloping hill before they dissipated into the rustling cast of trees.
The sun ducking under the knoll chilled the fluttering winds of the dry humidity, instead picking up the soft strands of Yoongi’s ebony locks to toss across his head. You squinted into the sun, bringing your wrist to shield at your eyes the second his torso twisted to grin at you.
“Come on,” Yoongi teased, turning completely so that he was trudging backward. “The faster we get to the top the faster we can eat.”
Your eyes trailed to the basket clutched at his waist, the woven wood bouncing off his thigh each time it flexed to propel him backward. A fond thrum of your heart paired your exaggerated snort as you eyed the checkered whites and reds peeking out from the ajar lid.
“Never have I seen you so excited about something like a picnic date,” You giggled, lengthening your stride to fall in step with him. Lightly, you elbowed his side, “or exercise.”
Yoongi’s gums appeared as he turned away from your smile, chin catching the kicking toe of his shoes into the dirt. The light pink dusting his cheeks painted over the sun rays tinging his pigment. “Can’t a man crave a soggy ham and cheese sandwich sometimes?” He grumbled, scraping up a dandelion by it’s roots with the curve of his turned out foot.
Your nose wrinkled, “That’s what you packed?”
“Hey,” He pouted, sharply rimmed eyes glancing at you, “I just thought-”
You reached for his wrist, tugging him to a stop. You rutted the balls of your feet into the earth below, leaving a gentle hand against his shoulder as you softly pecked his cheek. “I’m kidding, Yoongi,” You pecked at the blotching flush that splayed upward from his tensed jaw, “Thank you for planning this.”
His voice was small, tentative as he mumbled out a you’re welcome.
“So, how much farther-”
Yoongi’s lips found your cheek this time, nose feathering softly under the curved apple of your cheek. He carelessly tossed the basket in front of your statures, instead mumbling, “We’re here.”
“Oh, good,” You danced the crook of your fingers from his wrist to grapple at his open palm. You squeezed when the lace of his digits tangled over your own, “I thought my demise was going to happen on the side of this mountain-”
“Stop being dramatic and help me with this blanket.”
You flexed your feet, pointing your ankles toward the descending slope of the landscaping over the curl of your toes. The bright colors of the playground looked desolate without cheering children hanging from the barred metal. Maze like sidewalks were free of waddling dogs on retractable leashes, over sized strollers decked in toys with high probabilities of being forgotten under the rusted metal shelter house just beyond your smallest toe.
The higher your gaze raced, the more fluorescent the colors of the vegetation below the press of your palm to the patterned fabric. Soft yellows in weeds mirrored the goodbye of the sun as it shied away from the crescent of forest green trees lining the horizon. Sprinkled in were deep purples, the flowers much smaller, entirely more symmetrical, some missing petals, so robbed of their pea sized leaves. One rested over the stitched edge of the blanket, one you ducked at the waist for to secure between the knuckles of your middle and index finger.
Yoongi glanced at your actions with a gentle, knowing smile, adjusting the luxurious lean of his stature onto his palms as you curved over him. Tender fingers brushed wind stained bangs away from his ear, tucking and pleating the strands until you’d secured the colored flower against the stark black.
“They weren’t soggy, by the way,” You mused, eyes trained to your actions.
He chuckled softly, nose scrunching, “What are you saying?”
“Your sandwiches,” You frowned, softening your lips to his temple, “they weren’t soggy. They were really good.”
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek as a sliver of his teeth appeared, “Would you be mad if I told you I got Hoseok to help me?”
“No,” You curled your stature to settle against his side, leaning your cheek against the cool strip of the zipper on his jacket, “I’ll tell him thank you when we get back home.”
He slid an arm to settle over your hips, fingers toying with the sheer material of your top. “Are you cold?” His lips flushed into the top of your head, assessing the sprinkle of goosebumps to the skin of your waist as he toyed the hem higher.
“No,” You lied, shifting closer to him to enjoy the radiating warmth of his embrace.
Soft leather was spread over your shoulders before you could protest, Yoongi’s lips melding to your temple as he again tucked you to the curve of his stature. “Just take it,” He hushed, lips curling against you, “add to the cliche’.”
You gratefully wrapped the bend of your wrist to tuck the jacket tighter around your bare arms, humming quietly as you curled into a ball at his side. “I like cliche’,” You mumbled tiredly, digging your nose into his shirt, “I like you.”
“You know, I have this strange thing that happens to me, too,” Yoongi’s thumb passed over your hip, “My heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest every time you kiss me. You’d think I was seeing you for the first time every time with how sweaty my palms get. I have this strange urge to hold your hand all the time, which is really inconvenient with the clamminess and all ...”
Your chin hooked into his chest, peering at him with curiously knitted eyebrows. His grin was playful as he pecked your nose, “...is that love? I think I love you.”
“I know I love you,” You huffed, chasing after his lips when his neck straightened, “You know that’s what I meant.”
The impish curve of Yoongi’s teeth died when he swallowed, eyes shifting to the dimming rolls of the landscape beyond your figures. Your curving mouth to inquire what’s wrong? was overlapped by his tentative inquiry.
“Can I ask you something?”
Your lips pouted, cheek squishing into the planes of his stature, “Anything, babe.”
The curve of his irises caramelized into a soft amber as the casting shards of light thrown over the shade of the treeline as the sky canvased into thirteen shades of oiled pinks, purples, oranges. Soft cheeks puffed out as pretty pink lips suctioned into a pout.
“Where do you see yourself in a few years?” He blinked, once, twice, before amending softly, “Us. Where do you see us in a few years?”
“Hopefully eating something other than stale bags of chips-”
Yoongi’s scrunched features cut to you as he chuckled softly, “No. You know what I mean.”
You studied the hesitant, hopeful, appearance of his steady features. “Happy?” You rolled the word on your tongue as if tasting the chewy crunch of the potato chip, “Yeah. I hope we’re happy.”
A positive slope caught his thinly pressed mouth. “That’s all?”
“What-”
“Could we be happy and, I don’t know,” He shifted, catching a hand to rub against his skin, “Married?”
The only ounce of oxygen not stolen from your lungs in that moment allowed you to utter the word back at him.
Yoongi laughed, a breathy, shaky sound. The hand around his neck slid to the jacket wrapped in your shoulders, fist digging around in the pocket for a second before he was placing a weighed velvet box against your curled thigh. His thumb flicked, drawing open the lid to glitter the reflection of a handful of diamonds over the shocked contours of your visage.
“Would you like that?” He hushed, coaxing your gaze back to his widened eyes, “To be married to me, that is. Fuck, I mean, would you-”
He caught you by the waist when you forced the flush of your lips against his, forgetting the plop of his jacket off your shoulders and the roll of the ring box. The scrunch of his features contrasted to the harsh release of pent up anxieties that melded into the purse of his mouth against yours.
“Yeah?” Yoongi inferred quietly, an affirmation that stuttered on the end of his tongue when his forehead against yours separated your lips. “Is that-”
The second kiss was softer, a tender ministration that had him smiling to dislodge the affection. He adverted the overwhelmed adoring shine of his eyes to fumble for the hinged black box. The ring was plucked between shaking fingers, gaze trailing up the slope of your cheek, “Are you sure-”
“Don’t make me kiss you again.”
His teeth caught the corner of his unabashed lips, gently pushing the jewelry over the swell of your knuckles. You gasped, not because of the newfound weight and all that it mirrored in your heart but instead the violent twitch of his appendage against the crook of your fingers. You desperately grappled for his massive palm, cradling it in both of your hands as your shocked gaze flew to his.
“Yoongi, you’re shaking,” You dropped his hand to throw your arms around his neck, burying your face to the crook of his shoulder. Your mumble was muffled against him, “Did you think I was going to say no?”
He shrugged around the loop of his arms to your stature, shyly admitting, “I don’t know. I’m not good at things like this. I thought maybe you’d-”
You pulled away, squishing his cheeks in your fingers. “You’re an idiot, Min Yoongi,” You hushed, glowering at the innocent expansive dilation of his pupils, “This couldn’t be more perfect. You couldn’t be more perfect.”
The geometric shade of his teeth was a faux confidence as he mumbled under the duck of his chin, “Your idiot though?”
You rolled your eyes, the third kiss chaste, short, audible. “Yeah,” Another kiss was showered to the soft dot to the corner of his mouth, “Forever-” another to the mole on his cheek, nose nuzzling there as you met his adoring gaze.
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HMMM I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE "Just this one girl I adore. Shes a total cutie and I love her." def not me tho i aint cute and i aint enough to adore. whatcha doin rn bre?
I mean I do love you and you are hella adorable and a mega cutie... Youre just not who I was referring to. As to what Im doing uh failing at flirting and wasting my life away?? Idek man
