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SOULMATES

"Sometimes my soulmate sings two songs at the same fucking time"

— genre: crack; humor; soulmate au

— pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: in which jungkook and y/n are soulmates and the random thoughts that occur in y/n's head are actually jungkook's thoughts, where he sometimes sings the weirdest songs.

— M a s t e r l i s t

1. the songs

2. domesticated wind

3. threatened

4. ugly rat brain

5. absolute dumbass

6. vomIT

7. i know a jeon

8. circus

9. walking sounds

10. adios cockroach

11. baby

12. soft on main

13. kinda poetic

14. wait a minute

15. babysit

16. sober brain

17. crusty ass joke

18. a clown would say

19. faint

20. in l*ve

21. a joke that's not a joke

22. throw it awAY

23. I am baby

24. soft hours

end.

thank you for reading!!

be my baby | myg sm au

banner by: @ppersonna​

🖇 synopsis:

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: taekook, 2seok(?), namjoon x oc.

genre: idol au | heavy angst, with a pinch of fluff. there’s some smut too!!

disclaimer: mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction. pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to the topic or if it could be triggering!

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoongi nd company

character profiles: yn nd her babies

part one: no dramatics

part two: new follow

part three: answer me

part four: no bullshit

part five: looks different

part six: preparing him

part seven: fucking mess

part eight: head over heels

part nine: who are you?

part ten: blind date

part eleven: cheese fries

part twelve: need rescuing

part thirteen: best friend

part fourteen: the zoo

part fifteen: no excuse

part sixteen: teach me

time jump: not soulmates

part seventeen: absolutely stunning

part eighteen: still in love

part nineteen: you’ve changed

part twenty: forever thing

part twenty-one: what now

part twenty-two: regret it

part twenty-three: interesting night

part twenty-four: okay, daddy

part twenty-five: delicious man

part twenty-six: be all, end all

part twenty-seven: both of us

part twenty-eight: more than ready

epilogue (1)(2)

end

drabbles

guitar string : l.jh

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lee jihoon (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | running away, mentions of arranged marriage (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, angst, royal au

note | written with @ohmygoshcheese in mind for the carat admirer event 💗 hi rachel, i’m your carat admirer hehe <33 it’s been so fun getting to know and i hope we can continue interacting after this event 🥺 i’m not sure if this counts as a fantasy au but i hope you like this lil drabble i wrote for you, happy valentine’s day hehe :>

a/n: sorry i can’t really think of a summary but dw it’s pretty straightforward ;-; also three fics in three days? who is she? 😍 (more to come btw hehe)

“Take me away.”

Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze.

His head snaps up, finding you staring into the distance forlornly, eyes misting over as the corners of your lips turn down melancholically.

“P-Pardon, Your Highness?” The title you’ve come to loathe spills from his lips out of force of habit before he can catch himself.

Heavy is the exhale that leaves you when you turn to him. He’s found you enchanting ever since the moment you met, but perhaps even more so under the silvery luminescence of the moon during your clandestine meetings on the marble balcony of your quarters.

Yet, as you gaze at him with what can only be ascribed to pure, unadulterated sadness, the deep frown that mars your features threatens to settle permanently, and the hollows of your face are now hauntingly accentuated by the moonlight.

“Take me away,” you repeat, a little firmer this time, “I cannot bear a moment of this any longer.”

Two weeks. Two weeks had gone by since your father announced your betrothal to a neighbouring prince to unite your kingdoms. Of course, Jihoon was with you that very night, guitar abandoned at the edge of your bed in favour of stroking your hair with your head laid in his lap.

“But I don’t love him,” you whisper. Tears escape the corner of your eye, rolling down your smooth cheeks like crystalline dewdrops on petals at dawn. “I hardly know him, Jihoon. How am I supposed to marry him?”

“Perhaps… you’ll grow to love him.” Against his will, his voice cracks towards the end, the lump lodged in his throat ever growing. Invisible vines wrap around the column of his neck in a phantom force, constricting his breathing at the thought that in a month, you will truly be another’s.

Jihoon has always known that falling in love with you came with a hefty cost. To put it quite simply, your paths were not meant to cross. He was a mere musician who happened to receive the honour of entertaining the royal family at your father’s fiftieth birthday; he was not supposed to meet your eyes as he walked off the stage, he was not supposed to accept when you summoned him to the palace a week later requesting private guitar lessons, he was not supposed to let you in when you both knew that this relationship was fated for doom from the very beginning.

You smile, bittersweet and knowing. “I don’t think I can love him, Jihoon.”

Because my heart has long been yours.

Deep down, you knew this would happen. Born into royalty, you understood your role as a mere chess piece in a game much larger than your happiness, or yourself for that matter. The majority of your life was spent moulding you to become the perfect ruler, or rather—the perfect consort to your future spouse. You knew it was coming, yet reality had only truly sunken in with your father’s announcement: your life would never be truly yours.

Unless you did something about it.

Countless times in the past, you’ve confided in him about your desire to run away, yet you continue to remain out of fear, guilt, and responsibility. This time, however, it feels different. There’s something about your demeanour tonight that has uneasiness bubbling in his stomach.

“I… I cannot do that, Y/N.”

He feels your piercing stare searing through his side profile. “Is it… is it because you’re afraid of being caught with me? B-Because I will not dare ask you to stay with me after we cross the borders if that is not what you wish to do.”

Jihoon’s heart aches at your words. He loves you, deeply, and he loathes that he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind which led you to the conclusion that he does not wish to be with you. Truthfully, he’s thought about offering to run away with you as well, but a little voice at the back of his head dissuades him from doing so each time.

Thus, he shakes his head, woefully, regretfully. “No, it has nothing to do with that…”

“Then why not?” you demand, eyes now fierce with defiance as you briskly cross the balcony towards the ornate chair he sat in. Jihoon flinches when you fall to your knees, your robes forming silky, luxurious waves at his feet.

“Ever since my father announced my engagement, I have spent restless nights questioning the remainder of my life,” you continue, staring up with him with glassy, pleading eyes, “and I’ve decided I no longer want to be confined to one where I cannot be happy nor free.”

A part of you hardly believes you’ve been reduced to such a state. You grew up believing no request of yours was too preposterous or unimaginable, everywhere you went you were accompanied by easily a dozen attendants whose lives depended on catering to your every whim. And yet look at you now—begging like a commoner.

It’s refreshing. It makes you feel human because for once in your life, you’re not just a puppet on strings or a little canary in a cage.

“I don’t have anything I can give you,” Jihoon whispers. His clammy hands find yours and clutches tightly. The drags of his rough, callused finger pads against your soft, unflawed skin is a painful reminder of his inability to give you the life he thinks you deserve. “With him, you will have more lands and jewels and riches… all I have is the guitar on my back. I cannot give you a comfortable life, Y/N. I… I can only give you my love.”

“Can’t you see, Jihoon?” you weep, tears falling behind shut eyes, “that’s all I desire! I only ask for a life with someone who loves me, not someone who sees me as a diplomatic tool.”

He rests his forehead on yours, one of his hands reaching up to find the side of your face as his thumb catches the salty trails. “You can’t go back if I take you away. Have you thought this through?”

“I have, and I don’t care if I have to run from them for the rest of my life. I only want to be with you. If… if you’ll have me, t-that is…”

Jihoon smiles comfortingly at the insecure wobble in your voice, rubbing soothing circles at your temple in an attempt to ease your doubts. “Of course I do, my love,” he tells you, “but the last thing I want is for you to live with regrets. I roam faraway lands in search of new muses alone until I came to your kingdom and met you, I’m used to a life of running. You… you’d be leaving your family, everything you’ve ever had and known behind with little to no chance to return. I only wish you happiness in life, but I have fears you won’t find it with me either.”

“I’m willing to take that risk. I just want to live a normal life… with you.”

He searches your eyes for any trace of hesitation, any sign of apprehension towards the thought of starting anew with absolutely nothing to your name. What he unearths instead is unyielding resolution swimming in your hardened gaze; his heart still hammers in his rib cage like a war drum—after all, the consequences should the two of you get caught will most certainly be severe, and perhaps deadly—but your determination eases a little of that fear. Now, he's never been a particularly optimistic person, but the sliver of hope that still exists within him makes him want to believe he is worthy, that you will find happiness with him.

And it is that little splinter that leads to his next words. “Then we better start preparing, my love. We don’t have much time.”

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be on horseback past the borders of your kingdom in the dark of night, with only endless plains ahead of you and your belongings packed in a single sack, you’d surely dismiss them with a wave of your hand. Little did you know that you’d soon meet a travelling musician with infinite talent and somehow even more love in his heart for you.

The castle you grew up in is now a speck in the distance. Strangely enough, you don’t feel an ounce of longing or regret. If they were willing to give you away, who could blame you for running?

Jihoon observes you quietly from a few paces ahead. “It’s not too late to go back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, turning back to him with a smile as your horse trots onwards to catch up to him. Pale is the starlight that lays gentle kisses on your faces, and as you look up at the endless glittering diamonds that will guide your way, you know in your heart that this is only the true beginning of your life. Jihoon seems to realise this too, because when your eyes shift from the cosmos above to lock onto his, he offers you a warm smile.

“Let’s keep going, love,” he says softly, nodding towards the long journey ahead of you. “Let’s go home.”

(And when Jihoon marries you a year later with a ring fastened from a string he plucked from an old guitar, one passed down onto him by his father, you knew you had made the right choice.

You never left home, because he was with you all along.)

⚬ pairing: prince!seokmin x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 12,690 ⚬ warnings: none. ⚬ genre: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, teasing, some slowburn romance, superfluff toward the end.

✧✎ synopsis: the time has come for prince seokmin to meet his arranged marriage, which forces you to confront a strange predicament: if you truly hate the prince, then why does the thought of him being with someone else hurt this badly?

✧✎ a/n: yeah… i’ve wanted to write some prince!lsm since his excalibur pictures. evidently, i am very late! i hope u enjoy nonetheless :-)

Hiking up the long, heavy layers of your dress, pale and coloured like lilacs, you retrieved a small carving knife that had been clandestinely strapped against your outer thigh. Buried a few feet away from you in the grass was a smooth, palm-sized piece of beech wood, which you quickly picked up before walking back to the bench. You sat down horizontally, stretching out your legs and taking up as much space as possible whilst you started carving down the edges of the beech wood, flicking away the occasional shavings.

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basketballcaptain!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes 

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me 

→ note: um can we talk about how attractive yoongi is when he spins a basketball on his finger like that,,, anyWays HAPPY DECEMBER (it’s my frickin birthday monTH) this is one day late and it’s almost 3am but i pulled thru and i was like i promised bball yoongi and that’s what i have 2 deliver to my children!! i hope u guys like this!!! pleaSE flood my inbox i love hearing back from y’all <3

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or kook or captain yoongs u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

somehoW someway jungkook managed to squirm himself into the upperclassmen’s basketball team which not only meant there that was no longer a water-boy but also that because of basketball practice you and kook wouldn’t be able to hang out as much anymore

and he’s used to seeing you every day because you’re his best friend okAy

y’all have been friends since the first day of uni during orientation when he spilt his banana milk all over himself and you immediately rushed over with napkins AND you gave him your chocolate milk instead (ur mom told u to seize all opportunities of friend-making and that was the one you happened to choose)

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how wonwoo says “i love you” for the first time 💌

he carries you all the way to the bathroom, bridal style and all, just so he can clean your knee. he stays silent as he helps you sit down on the edge of the bathtub and even when you wince in pain, his lips are sealed in a thin line. you look at wonwoo every once in awhile as he dabs your knee with a sterile gauze, noticing the wrinkles that formed between his eyebrows as he inspects your bleeding knee.

you reach out to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your fingertips and he momentarily stops his movements just to look at you. “i’m sorry,” you finally speak, your lower lip jutting out to let him know just how sorry you are for being so careless.

he shakes his head, and returns his attention back to your cut. he cleans your cut in no time and he leaves you to sit on the edge whilst he throws the red gauze in the bin. you stare at him through the mirror as he washes his hands and his face remains unreadable.

“woo i said i’m sorry,” you attempt to stand up but one look at you through the mirror sends you back down. “why’d you have to be so carelesss yn?” he finally replies, spinning around and leaning against the sink.

“i just wanted to surprise ‘s all,” you mumble, your head dropping in embarrassment. you wanted to surprise him for your 6th monthsary but after tangling yourself with the fairy lights and falling off the stool, the ruckus had him running down from his bedroom to the living room where he found you laying on the floor. he didn’t know his heart could drop so low at the sight of you.

“i really don’t get why we have to celebrate our 6th month together,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. he closes the gap between you two as he kneels between your legs. he cups your cheeks with his warm hands. wonwoo loses his train of thoughts as he continues to look into your eyes and without being able to stop himself, he whispers the three words you’ve been aching to hear from him.

“i love you okay? i don’t need any fairy lights or a blanket fort, i just want you.”

you grin so widely at his words that the pain coursing through your knees subsides momentarily. you cup his cheeks in your hands too, placing a long and soft kiss on his lips.

“i love you too.”

If You Know This

Pairings: Mingyu x fem!reader 

Synopsis: “It’s going to take more than a bad omen to ruin our marriage after all we’ve been through, Gyu.”

Genre: Fluff, crack, a good smattering of angst, medieval times(?), stableboy!Mingyu, princess!reader, knight!Jihoon, squire!Soonyoung, brother!Seungkwan, suitor!Joshua, cinderella (with a twist)!au

Warnings: Social inequalities, kissing, Jihoon continues to be disgusted™

Also the use of the terms “stable boy” is out of endearment, not to belittle said character!

WC: ~1350

A/N: I should be finishing my Jun fic, but I missed this couple so here **runs in tears**

Taglist: @autumn-lv @ann-non​

Read the original story, If The Horseshoe Fits.

“You clean up well, stable boy.”

Mingyu’s eyes softened in surprise as he lifted from the gold-rimmed mirror that he was concentrating on while he was adjusting the last few buttons of his velvet blue military suit jacket. He pressed his lips into a tight line, in an attempt to suppress the shy smile growing at your words. Per usual, he couldn’t hold it for long, however; his infamous childish, yet handsome grin with his canines peeking out from underneath his top lip eventually broke through when his gaze settled on your again. There was a sanguine glint reflecting in his eyes. Contrary to the tales of the heart fluttering feeling you get when you fall in love he grew up being told, the sight of you always brought a sense of warmth and calm to Mingyu. Despite being in the castle for the past three years, it quite hadn’t felt like home yet. He wasn’t sure if it was the scornful looks from the passing nobles or awkward title of “sir” from his former colleagues. Your presence brought a veil of repose and security when uncertainty rampaged the depths of his mind. 

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BTS as k-dramas 𖡄̽ݴ᭄ᭂ ⠀

jungkook: dream high

this drama got me into Korea in its all and into Kpop as well. it's so close to my heart I can't help but put it with my favorite Korean boy. the Kirin art school's students have a dream, and they grow up learning to become stars, ultimately succeeding, just like jungkook did.

jin: business proposal

the main character is exactly how I imagine jin in a relationship to be like. a stoic, successful, kinda naive man who warms up and becomes devoted as soon as he sets his eyes on someone. and the rest his history.

taehyung: nevertheless

i imagine taehyung loving this drama. its complicated explanation on love reflects all the flaws of the human spirit and portraits love as chaos in a life full of art.

jimin: true beauty

jimin's just like Lee Soo Ho would like someone regardless of his flaws. I always imagines jimin as a kind and careful soul who cares about people's feelings and emphatazies with them. I imagine jimin to like light, fun and cute dramas and this is it.

namjoon: what's wrong with secretary Kim?

namjoon gives me the impression of being a controlled and calm person, but just like young-joon he loses his composure when he likes someone and gets tested by a potential lover. I feel like he'd be as funny as the main character when he finds a partner who challenges him and, frequently, beats him at his own game.

yoongi: descendants of the sun

if I ever imagine yoongi liking someone, I imagine him playing it cool. no drama, no embarassment, simply a cool strong man who admits he fell in love. in descendants of the sun life gets in the way of love one too many time and I imagine for yoongi too life sometimes is pretty heavy to carry around without getting crushed.

hosoek: strong woman do bong soon

I thought hoseok belonged in an historical drama, but I see him as well as the ceo of a company who meets a strange girl who ends up being his bodyguard and lover. he's as funny as MinMin and he gives me Labrador boyfriend vibes.

Mia

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

summary: the enemies to lovers social media au where min yoongi refuses to date a cheerleader, but yoon haryun might be able to change that.

fandom: bangtan sonyeondan / bts

genre: college au universe! / enemies to lovers

ship(s): min yoongi x female!oc / jung hoseok x female!oc / kim seokjin x female!oc / more to come…

updates: every tuesday, thursday, and sunday

status: ongoing

before you read: this is the first book in the walking cliches series, the others will follow soon. the length is currently undetermined.

there will be an attempt at humor

angst is included

fluff too

read at your own risk

pleath enjoy!

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ accounts : female ( twitter / instagram )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ accounts : male ( twitter / instagram )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ additional accounts : snu

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 001 | the whole fucking store

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 002 | chef boyardee

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 003 | hand in marriage

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 004 | first day of classes

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 005 | jealous and lonely

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 006 | dance team vs cheer team

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 007 | namgguk birthday bash

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 008 | kim geummi (derogatory)

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 009 | jung hoseok [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 010 | believe in the process

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 011 | broken table chronicles

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 012 | ikea is swedish

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 013 | party time

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 014 | the start of something terrible [ written ] ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 015 | min yoongi no more

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 016 | never see her again

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 017 | joonie’s birthday

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 018 | a nice challenge

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 019 | cheer practice [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 020 | twitter is the new instagram

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 021 | quintuple shots of espresso [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 022 | to the library

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 023 | battle of the textbook [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 024 | who is haryun?

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 025 | hickey on his face

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 026 | blocked, unblocked

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 027 | min yoongi = whipped

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 028 | luda’s shit list

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 029 | yoongi’s :] smile

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 030 | day one [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 031 | about soyeon (day two)

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 032 | day three [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 033 | haryun the unaliver

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 034 | day five

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 035 | we stay hungry, we devour

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 036 | day six / basketball practice [ written / texts ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 037 | day 8 [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 038 | day 9

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 039 | the after math ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 040 | day 11 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 041 | game day ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 042 | seokyun + 3 randos

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 043 | day 12 [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 044 | day 13 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 045 | day 14 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 046 | moonhee’s an empath

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 047 | kim seokjin the boat captain

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 048 | yoongi’s pov

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 049 | no deadlines

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 050 | jimins party

title: for lovers who hesitate author: jia_yang rating: teen wordcount: 19889 pairing: ot7 summary:

namjoon is the leader and seventh wheel of bts.

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