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This is a request from this prompt list, with a few details from the anon that requested it! I really hope you enjoy this. I’m still taking requests so send me a band member and number(s) for a blurb. Also the title came from the song Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. Feedback is always appreciated! 💞

3. Travelling long distances just to see them

The house didn’t feel the same without Calum.

The scent of his skin mixed in with his cologne still lingered on the bed sheets, on his pillow case; for you to bury your face into whenever you missed him just that little bit extra. Duke felt it too. He’d sleep curled up on Calum’s side of the bed, keeping you company. Mornings were far too quiet; you missed the familiar sound of his singing, whilst he made his first of several coffees for the day. The nights were lonesome too, without the rumbling of bass strings through the house. 

He had only been gone for a few weeks.

FaceTime calls only went so far. You tried to stay distracted with work, or by taking Duke for walks, but every time you returned home it just reminded you that Calum wasn’t there. It wasn’t the first tour he had been on in your relationship, but it was the first since things had gotten a little more serious between the two of you.

Talking to Calum through a screen became more unbearable as time went on; wanting nothing more than to just reach through the phone and hold him.

“Miss you, babe.” Calum murmured from the middle of an unfamiliar bed, in another hotel room, in a different city from when he spoke to you last. He had been in so many hotel rooms, yet they all felt and looked the same to him. “Wish you were here.”

WTSILY #3 - Jungkook CEO au

Jungkook woke with a slight shock, awaiting the blaring sound of his alarm. He scrambled for his phone for a moment, realizing too late that it was a Saturday.

His screen was quiet and void of emails and he placed his phone back onto the bedside table, sighing in relief as he slumped back against the soft pillows. The morning light seeped into the room through the slightly drawn curtains and Jungkook rubbed his eyes then scratched his bare chest.

He could still feel sleep pulling him under, too tired from the jam-packed schedule from the week before.

Well, it was always jam-packed when you managed a multibillion-dollar company.

Jungkook was the CEO of Nochu Tech, the biggest game developer in South Korea. Ever since his middle school days, Jungkook had been an avid gamer and it wasn’t at all surprising that he had ended up in the gaming software industry. Despite having a huge backer—being the second son of the chairman of Jeon enterprises, Jungkook had built Nochu Tech entirely on his own. It was only after its success that Jungkook accepted the offer of his father to include his company within their family empire. Ever since then, Jungkook had been unstoppable within the tech industry—even expanding to hardware technology with the release of state of the art laptops and cellular phone units.

Jungkook was just about to fall under slumber’s spell when something stirred beside him, causing his eyes to open widely in panic. He looked to his left and found dark hair splayed against his white pillows.

He relaxed and chuckled, realizing it was only his girlfriend sleeping soundly beside him.

Y/N had entered his life like a whirlwind: swiftly and all at once. Jungkook could still remember that day: how a girl—a teacher—had marched up to his office, angry and determined to tell him how his games were affecting her students negatively. Jungkook was about to tell her off, to say it wasn’t his fault his games were addicting and it wasn’t like he was the one purchasing them in the first place, when he actually saw said complainer, and thought her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

And that was saying a lot considering Y/N’s wardrobe that day consisted of worn out jeans and a huge coat that didn’t compliment her figure at all or her skin tone for that matter, and Jungkook’s dating history involved foreign models and famous actresses who wore beautiful clothing like second skin.

Jungkook had merely stared at her then as she went on a full debate speech about how games were not evil if children would have it in moderation. However, as passionate as her argument was, her words never processed through his genius brain, too busy checking her out and thinking how cute she looked when angry and how he really wanted to take her out on a date.

Again, that was saying a lot because Jungkook doesn’t “date”. He had one night stands, gala or red-carpet dates.

He supposed it was love at first sight.

And it didn’t even make him angry after she had slapped him when he had asked her if she wanted to grab dinner right after her little speech. Jungkook was smitten, holding a hand to his cheek with hearts in his eyes as he watched her march out of his office—all the while calling for his secretary to find out who that woman was.

He was sure then she was the one and made it a mission to win her heart.

Y/N, however, hated the man even with his constant pleas for her to go on a date with him by visiting her every chance he could and sending so many bouquets of flowers that the school looked like it grew a second garden.

But Jungkook remained true to his reputation: a charming man no one could ever resist and Y/N found herself slowly falling for his smiles and that cute way he would pop out in school, say hi to her students and ask her if she would go on a date with him.

She finally agreed after a month of constant begging. And the date turned out…surprising.

Jungkook was a complete gentleman and took her on the best date of her life. He also proved to be really smart, catching up to Y/N’s philosophical ideas and even quoting some authors she never thought in a million years Jungkook had read.

Falling in love was easy. Jungkook had already fallen the very first day and he was just waiting for Y/N to do the same for him. It took a while… one step at a time towards the end goal but they got there. And now here they were: two years into a relationship. A relationship that was everything Jungkook had ever wanted, a relationship everyone envied.

Jungkook turned his head towards his girlfriend’s sleeping face and stared, wondering however he got so lucky. He still couldn’t believe she had said yes when he asked her to move in with him a month ago. He hardly stayed at his house; his pad feeling too big and hollow to be lived in alone. But the moment Y/N had moved in, he began to look forward to coming home; simply because he just couldn’t wait to see her. It was absolutely domestic: him coming home to kisses or a home-cooked meal, and Jungkook loved every single bit of it.

The best part was: he no longer had to sleep in a huge bed alone or wake up alone, for that matter. He would be waking up to this sight every single morning—hopefully for the rest of his life.

Y/N stirred as if feeling his stare and did that cute thing with her nose where she scrunches it slightly, making Jungkook smile.

I could get used to this.

Y/N opened her eyes and groaned, “What time is it? Is it time to wake up?”

Jungkook grinned, endeared, and reached out to comb her hair with his fingers. He believed Y/N worked harder than him, having to wrangle little humans five days a week then make lesson plans for said little humans the moment she got home. He respected her profession and thought her to be the most amazing person he had ever met. He was just so in love and it hurts him… but in a good way—like the love he feels in his chest makes it hard to breathe but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“No, go back to sleep baby.”  He said before leaning over to kiss her cheek. Y/N sighed happily and snuggled closer, and Jungkook opened his arms to welcome her in, hugging her tight.

“I love Saturday’s,” she murmured sleepily.

I love you, Jungkook thought. “Mm? Why?”

“I get to have you all to myself.”

Jungkook sighed then kissed the crown of her head tenderly. He wanted to tell her that he was all hers; mind, body and soul. He was so whipped and the old him would’ve laughed at himself for saying so but the new him was proud. He was proud to have this woman in his life as much as he was incredibly grateful.

“I’m already yours,” he murmured, unsure if she heard him as her breathing had slowed; sleep pulling her under quickly.

Jungkook sighed and just hugged her close, basking in the feeling of her skin against his, her heartbeat mimicking his own.

As they slept the morning away, Jungkook let himself forget that there’s a world out there that’s constantly trying to get a hold of him; that he had a company to run and even a reputation to uphold.

Today it was just Y/N and him. Nothing else.

Although, one thing didn’t leave his mind even as dreamland called out to him… And it has everything to do with that little velvet box sitting comfortably in the pockets of his favorite coat inside his closet—the one Y/N had bought for him on their first anniversary—waiting to be revealed to his lover.

Because Jungkook was dead serious when he said he could get used to this: having Y/N beside him for the rest of his life.

END

I gave myself feels, not gonna lie. hahaha! What do you guys think? Do you want more? ;)

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ways to say i love you ☰ bellamy to clarke edition

This is a request from this prompt list! I’m working my way through them so please send me a number(s) and a band member if you’d like one💞

1. Holding their hands when they are shaking 

13. Playing their fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream 

“Baby,”

“I’m scared.” Luke sounded like a child as he mumbled against your skin. You had woken up moments earlier to him sitting up in bed, chest tight and trying to catch his breath as he realised where he was; safe, in your bedroom.

He didn’t have nightmares often, but when he did, they shook him up. Because when he had them, they weren’t of monsters that were quite obviously non existent, once he was awake. More often than not, they were realistic scenarios of someone he loved getting hurt in some way. And he couldn’t handle it.

“You’re alright Lu, I’m right here. It was just a bad dream, babe.” You pulled him into your arms and let him practically lay on top of you. His head fell to the middle of your chest, resting in the crook of your neck where the faded smell of your perfume flooded his senses. It helped to ground him. To remind him that he was safe, that you were there, and that the thoughts that plagued his mind weren’t real.

You held Luke as he cried quietly into your neck, taking sharp breaths. It broke your heart to see him so upset, when all you could do was reassure him that he was safe. He craved your warmth, your touch, anything that you could do to calm him down.

This is a request! Please let me know what you think. I’m also taking requests from this prompt list so send me a number(s) and a band member and i’ll see what I can write!

The day felt ominous. Heavy rain had pelted against the window for the majority of the day; offering a feeling of pathetic fallacy as you curled up in the warmth of your bed. The thunder and lightning was distant but ferocious; meaning it would only be a matter of time until it reached your home.

Michael knew how you got with weather like this; it tended to wear you down, not one to enjoy the storms, as others did. He had learned how to be a good distraction from the booming weather going on outside.

“Hey, you.” Michael entered your shared bedroom, finding you exactly where he expected. Laid in the middle of the bed, cuddled up in his grey Champion hoodie. It was soft and smelt like him; offering a comfort that nothing else could - apart from Michael himself. Your head rested on his pillow, duvet pulled up to your shoulders in an attempt to block out the weather. The TV played a rerun of your favourite show - one which he knew brought a familiarity, which was comforting in time like this.

WTSILY #1 - Prince Taehyung au

Y/N grunted as she sliced through the head of the dummy with her sword, the head falling to the mat with a thud. She moved her right arm at lightning speed, executing sharp and precise movements; her blade slicing through the air swiftly.

It was 2 a.m. and the palace was quiet apart from the sound of knights’ iron footsteps echoing through the brick walls every now and then as they made their nightly rounds. The training room was empty as well, as it should be at this time, considering it was not the time for combat training but sleep.

But Y/N had been bothered all night, unable to close her eyes and find rest; feeling a bubbling frustration deep within her.  She thought perhaps it may have something to do with the ball earlier that evening…

The moment the thought surfaced, she shook her head and let out a growl before slicing through the dummy once more, removing its right arm.

Fighting and training had always made her feel better, which was the probably why she had found herself going to the armoury and training hall in the middle of the night; hoping to cheer herself up. Being one of the kingdom’s top trainers and the only child of the kingdom’s General, Y/N had been born to fight. She had learned how to wield a sword before she could learn to read. She rode horse back when she was only three and mastered the art of jiu-jitsu and archery at age ten. Combat was something she had been trained to do from when she was very young and it had always been something she was just…good at.

However recently, Y/N began to wonder what it would have been like to be trained as a proper lady instead of a fighter. What it would be like if she were to become like those girls in pretty dresses? Attending royal balls and dancing with…

Y/N’s shoulders slumped at the thought of familiar brown eyes, causing her to be off balance and losing her stance instantly. She stood there in the middle of the room, staring down at her hand gripping the sharp blade and wondered if it was ever too late to—

“When they said you slept with a sword at your side, I had thought they were only kidding. I can see now that they were not.”

Y/N jumped at the sound of a deep voice, turning around swiftly with her sword pointed towards the intruder. The first lesson her father ever taught her was to never let your guard down, and she couldn’t believe she had let herself be deaf to the steps of her current visitor.

However, Y/N’s gaze softened and she relaxed the moment she realized who had walked in.

“Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you.” Prince Taehyung stood tall by the entryway with his hands up in surrender, wearing only a white ruffled shirt and dark trousers. His handsome face was a mask of curiosity; dark hair slightly tousled, and feet laced in boots which made Y/N wonder where he had gone to at this time.

“Your highness!” Y/N immediately bowed and lowered her sword. “Forgive me, I did not—“

“What are you doing up so late, Y/N?”

Y/N snapped up at his words, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. It wasn’t the first time the prince had addressed her so casually. In fact, he had called her by her name every chance he got, but Y/N never got used to it. And she wasn’t sure why she lets him do it, considering they weren’t exactly “friends” or in the same tier of the hierarchy to be addressed as such. He was royalty and Y/N, although had an important role in the kingdom and lived within the premises of the royal villa, was but a mere commoner.

A chortle echoed through the room, snapping her from her thoughts, and Y/N realized that the melodious sound came from the prince himself.

“Is Y/N not your name?” He smiled, amused. “You look a little…shocked.”

“Oh. No, I just… I’m sorry, your grace—“

“Taehyung,” he sighed. “I told you, you can just call me Taehyung. If you won’t call me that outside, then perhaps you can oblige my request to address me informally when it’s just…us.”

Y/N felt herself a little breathless at his words, unsure why the mere sound of “just as” made her feel a little woozy.

“As you wish, your—“ she paused when the prince gave her a sharp look. “Taehyung.”

The prince—Taehyung smiled then, that adorable grin (although Y/N wouldn’t admit it out loud) that literally lit up the whole kingdom. Saying his name without the honorifics was still quite foreign to Y/N’s tongue and yet it also felt familiar…and she felt an undeniable longing to say it once more.

Taehyung, she thought. Taehyung.

“So… what are you doing up?” He asked, taking a step further into the room.

“Oh… I… well… I just couldn’t sleep.” She said and Y/N wanted to reprimand herself for stuttering so much. Taehyung must think she was an illiterate.

If he did, he didn’t show it and merely shrugged. “Same. I actually left to go out riding.”

“At this hour, sire?” Y/N exclaimed. “But…Tae! You can’t just waltz out of the palace without guards! You could’ve been mobbed out there; kidnapped or—are you… laughing?” Y/N looked at the prince incredulously, seeing a bright smile on his face. His eyes sparkled against the moonlight that shone through the large windows across the room and Y/N averted her gaze, the sight a little too much for her. “This is no laughing matter, Tae—“

“You called me Tae,” he interrupted, grinning. Y/N stopped, realizing that she had accidentally called him that and immediately blushed.  

“I’m sorry, I—“

“No…no…” Taehyung waved his hand. “I uh,” he cleared his throat, looking away. “Liked it.”

Y/N was speechless at his words and she wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her but there was a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

They were silent for a while; just standing there, unsure how to continue the conversation.  When the awkward silence got a little too much, Y/N turned from him and cleared her throat. “Aren’t you tired though? That was some ball this evening…”

Earlier this evening, a grand ball had ensued in celebration of crown Prince Namjoon’s, Taehyung’s older brother, engagement to the princess of the Far-eastern seas. It was a fitting arrangement as the future king had already been acquainted with the princess from back when they were very young and the two of them had grown fond of one another through the years.

Rumors say they might even be in love. Y/N hoped they were, for her mother always told her marriage was a bond between two people who loved each other more than they love themselves. It was the union of two people—an eternal promise. Y/N couldn’t comprehend how anyone could just arrange marriages or how anyone could marry someone and not be in love with them.

At the thought, she hoped Taehyung gets to marry for love. It was least likely with him being a prince, but perhaps not being heir to the throne may give him little more freedom to choose.

Taehyung rubbed at his nape, “Yeah, it was. I’m happy for my brother… Princess Mari seems wonderful. I do not know her that well but Joonie hyung often spoke of her. He likes her very much and is very glad with the arrangement.”

Y/N smiled at that, nodding as she placed the sword back into its casing. “That’s great to hear.”

“I didn’t see you there, though. I’m fairly sure the whole kingdom was invited.”

Y/N paused at his statement, unsure if she should laugh that he had to ask, or feel surprised—grateful—that he had noticed her absence.

“Oh well, you know. Balls…parties…” she chuckled breathlessly. “They’re not really my place…”

“What do you mean?”

This time, Y/N frowned, remembering why she had been upset in the first place…

For in an alternate world where titles and bloodlines didn’t matter, Y/N would have openly admitted her feelings for the young prince standing beside her. Admit to how seeing his smile made her day just a little better after a hard day of training; admit to how his mere presence, standing tall beside his older brother by the throne, takes her breath away… and admit to how his very being inspired her to become the loyal subject that she is to their little kingdom. And that she would gladly lay her life on the line if it meant protecting their beautiful prince.

The prince who cared deeply for his people; the prince who happily dined and laughed with serfs in the server’s kitchen…

The prince who had stolen her heart from the very first day they had met; way back when they were only eight when she had taught him how to ride horseback.

Y/N looked at him, eyes casting downwards to his boots, seeing them stained with mud. She wondered if he even recalled that she was the one who had taught him how to ride.

“Balls are not a place for girls like me,” she murmured, turning from him to fix the weaponry on the table. She remembered the way Taehyung danced with those girls at the balls, how each of them looked fitting in his arms. They were the most gorgeous women she had ever seen in her life and it was like a cold, hard slap in the face being faced with the reality that a man like Taehyung, a man of royalty, could never be with someone like her. A handsome prince had always been meant to be with a beautiful princess…

And Y/N was no princess. An honourable knight perhaps, but that simply wasn’t enough.  Y/N couldn’t bear to see it and fled the ball before she could even begin to enjoy the festivities.

“Girls like what exactly?” Taehyung’s voice sounded closer but Y/N ignored it; busying herself with wiping the array of knives on the table.

“Beautiful girls,” she answered simply, thinking that was the best description for them. A pregnant silence hung over the room and Y/N sighed, thinking how even Taehyung agreed with her.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

It was barely a whisper but in this empty hall where every sound seemed to be suspended into the air, words echoing and bouncing through the walls, Taehyung might as well have shouted in her ear.

Y/N turned and was surprised to find him so close, only a couple of steps away from her. Taehyung’s expression was serious, gaze intent on hers. She wanted turn from him but he had her locked in place, unable to look away.

Before she could speak, Taehyung was already stepping back and she wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Thanks you for your company, Y/N. I quite enjoyed it.” He said and bowed towards her. Y/N wanted to tell him that she barely did anything but before she could, Taehyung stopped by the hall’s entrance and looked back at her.

“Oh. And I hope you’ll attend the next ball. Save me a dance, yes?” Y/N was rendered speechless and Taehyung smirked, adding. “Or do I have to give a personal invitation?”

Y/N wanted to say no, he didn’t have to; but Taehyung was already walking towards her once more and before she could stop him, he had knelt down in front of her.

“Your highness!” She exclaimed as she watched him get down on one knee. But her protests died on her lips the moment he looked up at her with those beautiful eyes, rendering her immobile.

“Miss Y/FN. Would you do me the honor of attending the winter ball and…accompanying me through the evening?”

Y/N’s mouth hung open, the answer stuck on her throat. Taehyung, however looked absolutely serious.

Accompanying him meant being on his arm and…The mere thought made Y/N dizzy. Taehyung seemed adamant at getting her to speak up and so he reached out and held her hand.

“Please?”

Y/N tried to ignore how warm his large hand felt around hers. Right then she knew, if she had one wish, she would have wished that he never let go.

“I—“

The door to the training room suddenly opened revealing Jimin, one of the palace guards and one Y/N considered a friend among the royal guards. The moment he saw the situation in front of him, his eyes widened and he bowed immediately.

“Your highness! I did not know you were here. My sincerest apologies… I did not intend to intrude on this intimate moment.”

Intimate?! Y/N thought incredulously then realized the current position they were in: with Taehyung down on one knee and holding her hand like he was professing his love to her. She tugged on her hand to remove it from his hold, but Taehyung only tightened his grip, looking at her sharply (like he was saying, not so fast).

“No it’s quite alright, Jimin. Actually… come in, I need your help.”

“How can I be of service, your grace?”

“Y/N here is about to give me an answer,” Taehyung told nonchalantly. “And I need a witness.”

Jimin scrunched his eyebrows at the weird request then looked at Y/N for some enlightenment. She gave him a helpless look.

“Your highness—“ she started.

“Taehyung,” the prince corrected immediately and Y/N huffed, his hold on her unyielding.

“T—Taehyung, I…I am honoured by your invitation but…” Y/N paused when she saw the way his face fell; like a kicked puppy. He looked up at her, frowning, eyes shining with disappointment that was hard to ignore and Y/N suddenly couldn’t find the courage to decline.

“O—okay,” she blurted and Taehyung’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“You’ll also dance with me, right?”

Y/N glanced over at Jimin who simply looked amused by the whole thing. She was about to say no when Taehyung added, “The winter ball is also my birthday, just putting it out there…”

Y/N blinked at him, wanting to say that she knew it was. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that the prince—also the love of her life—was asking her to dance at a ball…

“Please Y/N?” he pouted, staring at her intently and Y/N just had about enough; feeling like her heart would combust any moment if he kept looking at her like that.

“Alright! Okay, I’ll dance with you. Can you just…stop looking at me like that?” Y/N huffed, earning a chuckle from the prince. She expected him to let go now, but he didn’t. Instead, Taehyung brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Y/N hoped she didn’t look as red as she felt then.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.” He stood up and bowed to her once more. “Have a good night.”

Taehyung left swiftly right after, leaving Y/N with a racing heart and flushed cheeks. She wasn’t sure if what happened really happened or something she had conjured on her mind. She pinched her arm and winced. She was definitely not dreaming.

“Well, that was interesting.”

Y/N jumped, forgetting that she wasn’t alone. “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “I didn’t know you and the prince were…close.”

“We’re not.”

“Didn’t seem like it,” he teased. “Prince Taehyung wouldn’t just personally invite anyone to his birthday ball. Let alone ask to accompany him…”

“What are you saying, then?” Y/N prodded, her heart drumming against her ribcage.

“I think you already know exactly what I’m saying.” Jimin winked before turning on his heel, leaving Y/N with hope flaring like an open fire in her chest.

 END

I think this will be a cute au to continue someday... keke~ <3 What do you guys think? 

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WTSILY #4 - Jin Chef au

“Okay, I specifically said the backdrop ought to be gold… This is yellow, people! Now remove that thing, it hurts my eyes.”

“Yes, doves. We ordered doves but this morning we got a bunch of pigeons instead.”

“What do you mean the linen came in Ecru?! Boss specifically said it should be Ivory!”

“Y/N, when you’re done I need you to sign some things!”

Y/N looked up from her clip board briefly and gave a quick nod. She wasn’t entirely sure who had asked—too busy checking her list through.

The latest wedding project was in a week and there were a few things that needed to be done still. The last few days of preparations were always the worse but there’s nothing Y/N—Seoul’s top wedding planner, couldn’t handle. She had been through worse than delivery and color mix ups. The toughest ones were when her clients didn’t get along in decision-making (there was one time the bride and groom took a week to decide on their wedding cake flavor alone) or when brides have cold feet. That’s why Y/N always stuck close to her bride’s hours before the big event—making sure they’re comfortable and making sure they won’t be running away.

“Y/N, it’s eight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

Y/N looked up from her clipboard and saw Janice, one of her colleagues, holding a delicate flower arrangement and giving her a knowing smile.

“I…do?”

Janice chuckled and plucked the clipboard from her hand. “You’re seriously lucky to have the most patient boyfriend in the world, Y/N. You have dinner with him at seven.”

Just then, it all clicked. “No! I wouldn’t forget. Let me see…” she took the clipboard again and flipped through the schedule, seeing that she had a meeting with the caterer at 7. She showed her the form, “See? I have a meeting with…”

“The caterer.” Janice finished for her before grabbing the clipboard once again. “Who is also your boyfriend, if you’ve forgotten?”

Y/N blinked once, twice, before realization hit her. She was juggling three weddings this month and she had forgotten one of those weddings booked her boyfriend’s business to be the caterer.

“Hey, go on, I’ll take over here. He’s probably waiting. And those dishes aren’t going to taste itself, you know?”

Y/N smiled at her gratefully before taking her phone out. “Thanks Jan. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“See ya! Tell Jin I said hi.”

Y/N smiled before turning and moving towards her car on the lot out back, all the while sending a quick “Sorry, got caught up. Be there soon. :*”

As she was halfway to the restaurant, by the stoplight on the second intersection, she received a reply:

“I’ll be waiting :)”

 “Good evening, miss Y/LN.”

“Hey Jay,” she gave the young server a small smile before her eyes searched for that one familiar figure. The restaurant was still packed, as it should be during this hour. “Where’s Jin?”

“Second floor; he has everything set up for you.”

Y/N smiled in thanks before moving up the stairs to the second floor. What welcomed her made her heart stop.

The set up was just as her clients had asked: everything from the centerpiece down to the linen, plates and utensils set up on the table was spot on. She sighed, thinking if only all her business partners were like this. It would definitely make her job a lot easier.

Y/N moved towards the array of dishes on the table and knew they were delicious by a single glance. She didn’t need to taste them as Jin never disappointed in that department. All his restaurants were rated 5 stars for a reason.  

“You’re late.”

Y/N turned at the sound of the familiar voice and she swore she felt her heart skip a beat. Jin stood by the doorway, still donned in his chef uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. She remembered the first time she had ever met him: exactly like he was now at one of his restaurants uptown. She remembered thinking how handsome (she may have stared longer than necessary and forgot to introduce herself) and polite he was with how he had offered to feed her after the meeting, as well as the rest of her staff. After that, they started seeing more of each other as Jin’s business became more popular and every bride and groom wanted him to cater their wedding. 

It was almost too easy: falling in love. Jin made it easy with his sweet smile, his gentlemanly gestures, and his ability to put a smile on her face. Even his awkward tendencies and dad jokes became endearing.

And perhaps Jin did bribe her a little with the food. Food was life, and who was Y/N to say no to good food?

“Sorry babe, things were a little crazy back at the venue and—“ Y/N didn’t get to finish her sentence as Jin had reached her in three long strides and gathered her up in his arms—before leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

If Y/N thought his food tasted divine, there were no words to describe Jin’s kisses. It was simply put, on another level; the type that made your toes curl and your heart drum like it was trying to escape from your chest.

When they parted, their cheeks were flushed and their smiles were brighter than the sun. Y/N thought how she could look at him all day and never get tired.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Hungry?” Jin asked with a chuckle before taking her hand and leading her towards the table. 

“When I am ever not?” She laughed as Jin pulled out a seat for her. “And besides, it looks like we have some food tasting to do. My client wanted a—”

“Oh that?” Jin scoffed as he pushed her chair a bit closer to the table. “The bride and groom came in earlier today and tasted everything already. She loved it,” before Y/N could say anything he added, “I tried calling you around lunch, but you weren’t answering.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open for a moment, realizing that Jin practically did her job—crossing out a huge chunk in her list. She felt so relieved and thankful that she couldn’t find the right words to say.

Thank you didn’t seem enough.

Jin moved over to the serving tray and picked up two plates before returning to the table to serve it in front of her. Y/N smiled when she saw the dish.

“I figured you were busy. But tonight, just try to relax please?” He kissed the crown of her head. “For you. I made your favorite.”

Y/N’s gaze softened as she watched her boyfriend take a seat on the opposite side of the table. She watched as he placed the table napkin on his lap, feeling a sense of peace at watching him doing something so mundane. Jin often stayed at her apartment and she at his depending on their schedules and she liked watching him cook in the kitchen more than she liked to admit. They were both early risers and so their bonding often took place in the kitchen; with Y/N lounging by the counter drinking fruit juice while Jin whips up something absolutely delicious by the stove. 

As if feeling her stare, Jin looked up and smiled shyly when she caught her staring.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

She shook her head slightly. “No…” she looked down at her food and grabbed a fork—smiling. “I just, it’s been a really tiring day but you somehow managed to turn it around.“ She looked at him then and their eyes locked. “As you always do. So thank you. I just want you to know that.”

A soft expression passed over Jin’s face, endeared and touched by her words. He held out his hand and Y/N took it, their palms sliding over each other and fingers intertwining in a perfect fit.

“For you? Anything.” Jin smiled before bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. 

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the gesture but she gave him snort to hide how completely head-over-heels she was at that moment. “You’re such a sap.”

“A very romantic sap and you love it.” Jin winked which made her chuckle. He then grabbed a spoon before digging into his dish and reaching out to feed her. Y/N opened her mouth and took a bite, then closed her eyes and moaned slightly at how delicious it was.

Jin chuckled. “Good?”

“Really really good! God, I could marry you right now.”

Silence hung in the air, and Y/N realized what she had said a little too late, unable to hold her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself. She instantly blushed when she caught Jin smiling to himself.

“I…I mean…”

“Why don’t you?”

Y/N paused, unsure if she heard him right. “What?”

“I said,” Jin chewed for a second before swallowing then looked at her, his expression serious. “Why don’t you? Marry me, I mean.”

Y/N’s gaze softened at that. “You want to?”

“More than anything.”

Y/N was practically screaming on the inside at how quickly he had replied. “Is that an official proposal?”

Jin bit his lip before pushing off his chair and standing up. Her eyes widened when she saw him retrieve something shiny from the right breast pocket of his uniform.

“Oh my god. Wait—You were serious? You already have a ring?!”

Jin looked at her like that wasn’t obvious already. “Yes. I ah…” he looked down, suddenly shy. “I had one since June.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open. She never thought Jin had planned on proposing for so long… It was already December! 

“But… why did you wait so long?”

Jin was looking sheepish as he rubbed his nape. “I tried, several times. I just… I was finding the right—perfect time, I guess. And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to settle yet. I know you have a career going for you and I just wanted to support you and—“ Jin stopped when he was suddenly engulfed in a warm embrace.

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N’s eyes as she hugged him, unsure however she got so lucky to have someone love her this much…To have someone like Jin in her life.

“Stupid. I would have said yes without delay.”

And this time, it was Jin’s turn to cry. Relieved or overjoyed? It was definitely both.  

END

To the first person in BTS who has ever made my heart race, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 

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WTSILY #2 ; Jimin college au

“Okay, we’re lost.” 

“No, we’re not. We’re just…taking an alternate route.”

Y/N shook her head as her boyfriend continued to drive, fists tight on the steering wheel and eyes constantly switching from the road to the GPS system installed on the car’s console.

Y/N knew Jimin well enough to know the he was lost…but was too proud to admit it.

It’s been three hours and the night was going fast, turning into a new day. Y/N looked at her phone, swiping right to unlock and was welcomed by an invitation. Her cousin Hana was getting married tomorrow and Y/N was glad that Jimin agreed to go with her as her plus one despite his busy schedule. Being president of their university’s student council, Jimin didn’t have a lot of free time on his hands. 

In fact, most of their dates took place in council meetings, with all the members no longer batting an eye whenever Y/N enters their office or find her already sitting on Jimin’s chair. Jinyoung, the council secretary, had already named her an honorary member considering how often they saw her there.

Their dates often involved just having to eat together—with Y/N making sure Jimin wasn’t skipping meals. With his hectic schedule, Jimin often forgot to do the necessary to things to keep him alive: like eating healthy meals and drinking enough liquids. And so Y/N made herself available to remind him to do just that every day.

“So my cousin is getting married in two weeks,” Y/N opened up as they were having lunch at the council office Thursday afternoon. Jimin hummed as he ate, letting her know that he was listening. “It’s on a Sunday, and I know you’re busy with the upcoming fundraiser—“

“Sure,” Jimin had suddenly answered as he picked up a piece of radish with his chopsticks. 

Y/N blinked then, not expecting his answer; but a smile slowly crept to her face as she watched him chewing cutely. “You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

“You were going to invite to be your date at the wedding, right?” Jimin said matter-of-factly, looking up at her with a smile. “I’d love to.”

“What made you think I didn’t have a date already?” She teased and Jimin stopped chewing then, giving her a scandalized look. Y/N giggled and leaned in to kiss the pout forming on his lips. It was a quick peck and Jimin’s eyes widened at the gesture, his lips tingling from the feather touch. Y/N wasn’t always so touchy or “kissy”. It had always been Jimin who was more open to public display of affection in the relationship, so the gesture was unexpected considering they were eating in the middle of the council office where any of the other members could just walk in any minute.

“Thank you.” She murmured and it was one of those moments when Jimin wondered however did he got so lucky to have someone like Y/N in his life.

Two weeks later, presently, the both of them were driving down to the resort where the wedding would take place. Jimin had confidently told her that he knew the way but after driving for almost three hours towards a destination that should have only been an hour and a half drive, Y/N confirmed they were lost.

Jimin, however, was adamant at getting them there his way. And though his persistence and stubbornness was starting to annoy Y/N, she didn’t say a thing.

Not until now, when she noticed the tiredness in his posture, remembering how he had an early meeting that day for the fundraiser. It was supposed to be in the afternoon, but Jimin had moved it earlier so he could drive her to the wedding. Jimin made time for her… and that’s when Y/N decided she had to do something.

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

Jimin snapped up at her words, glancing at her with a small smile. “I’m fine, babe.”

“No you’re not. You’ve been up since 6 a.m. and you’ve been driving for almost three hours straight now. Let me drive, Jimin. You’re going to burn yourself out.”

Jimin sighed, still not budging. “But we’re almost there—“ he stopped when he suddenly felt something warm on top of his hand that was resting on the gear shift. He sighed then, recognizing her touch.

“Please?” Y/N said and Jimin knew she was right. Y/N always was.

He pulled over to the side of the road and they switched places without a word. As Y/N began to drove, Jimin buckled his seat belt and watched her from the passenger side. Now that he wasn’t driving, he could feel the exhaustion washing over him like a wave, pulling him down under.

“Go to sleep, Chim. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Jimin shook his head and just watched her. 

“What are you staring at?”

“The love of my life.” He said without missing a beat and Y/N felt her heart race at his words. They’ve  been dating for more than two years now, and it still gave her butterflies. 

Jimin had always been the showy type and was very vocal with his feelings. That meant he said ‘I love you’s’ like they were simple ‘hello’s’. He was the one who wrote lengthy cringe-worthy love letters on special occasions and good morning text messages; the one who posted candid photos of Y/N doing something completely mundane like reading a book on Twitter and writing a caption that said: “If I checked out that book, will you come with it? ;)”

Y/N on the other hand was the opposite: the more reserved one who mostly showed her love through actions. Jimin didn’t need to hear her say I love you every day to know how she felt about him. He felt it in the way she cared for him: when she brought him lunch or asked about his day; when he would text her just to bother her when he’s bored and how she would reply with a stream of memes to make him laugh…

When she asked him to pull over so he could rest from driving, even though he had been trying to hide his exhaustion for the past hour.

Jimin knew it like the back of his hand and he thought if forever had a name, it would probably be what they had.

“Sap.”

Jimin chuckled and grabbed her free hand before bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. He let it rest on his chest and Y/N felt his heart beating against the back of her hand, his chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

“Only…” he yawned, his eyes already drooping. “For a while, okay?”

Y/N grinned when she caught Jimin’s eyes closing from the corner of her eye, and hoped he heard her say three beautiful words right before he entered the realms of dreamland. As Y/N drove the next half hour towards their destination, Jimin smiled in his sleep…

Because he did. He heard it loud and clear. 

END

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