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Yoongi #2

Someone: I personally, don't like Hoseok at all.

Yoongi: I personally, I think, in my estimation, according to me, to my way of thinking, what I say is, my thought is, in my opinion, after much deliberation I have concluded that you need to shut up.

Hiraeth: Chapter 1

JUNGKOOK X READER wolf!AU

Words: 3693

“Here’s your green tea with banana chocolate chip cookies and muesli bars! Enjoy your meal, ma’am!”

You looked up from the book in your hands to see a young girl smiling brightly at you, her grin spreading from one ear to the other. A bit too sweet, a little too false. You realised that the thought was oxymoronically absurd but you knew it wasn’t without reason.

You thanked the girl and gave her a small smile before turning back to the book in your hand and continuing to read.

You had wandered amidst humans for a long time now, 505 years to be exact, and while it had been difficult, you had learnt to adapt. It was strange, the world of humans, no doubt. Ever since you had known the species, which would be since the time you had ruled over them to now, they had been greedy. However, just like the species itself, the way to express that greed had evolved as well.

Back in the days, when humans had not explored the idea of shared power and the world was aware of the existence of creatures that were unlike humans, greed manifested itself in their minds in the form of blind ambition for power, which in those times meant the throne. You knew this because, you had been alive in that time and more so, you had been a princess.

A wolf princess.

You had had your fair share of human kings waging war on your kingdom to claim your stronghold, your people and your kind. None of them succeeded, of course. Humans driven by greed for power tended to overestimate themselves and they truly believed they could defeat your ‘kind’, as they referred to you, in battle. An unbelievably stupid estimate, if someone asked you.

However, you had long since realized that humans were not only driven by greed. They were driven by fear and…by love. Take the chirpy, overly sweet girl who had just served you. She was eager to please you and you knew by your experience in observation, her smile was so forced that it physically hurt her. So why did she do the job? Fear. Maybe she was poor, maybe she was in debt, maybe she was trying hard to make ends meet and survive.

Maybe it was love. Maybe she had a future to build, maybe she had a sick companion. You did not care to go into the details.

If there was, however, something you understood after centuries of cohabiting with humans, it was that if you wanted to survive in the world of humans and blend in, you would have learn the unique skill of acting. That was something humans were absolutely brilliant at.  

To be fair, you weren’t so bad yourself.

You had changed professions and countries so many times now that you did not care to remember all of them. You had done your adequate share of acting. In fact, you were currently in midst of exactly that. In this lifetime, in this disguise, you were a professor of Zoology, named Diana Moon.

You finished the last bit of your muesli bar and gathered your belongings, as you checked the time. 10:21 AM. You smiled a little to yourself as you left the café and quietly walked back towards the campus.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t more eager than usual to deliver today’s lecture, because the topic of today’s lecture was more personal to you than anyone could imagine.

You opened the entrance to the lecture hall and walked to your desk. Taking the board marker, you turned around to write the topic for today’s lecture on the board. You let out a deep sigh as you finished writing across the white board.

Canis Dirus, the Dire Wolves.

Your brethren.

A lone hand was up in a sea of curious students attending a zoology class being taught by a very special professor, miss Diana Moon a.k.a you. To a passer-by it would seem to be a very normal day of teaching.

Nope.

This was the hand of a very ignoramus and moronic bully who went by the name ‘Rocky’. Now, after spending more than 500 hundred years trying to accommodate yourself with the humans, you would have liked to say that you were not the one to judge people, especially on the basis of names.

But seriously, Rocky? Even you could have come up with something better than that and you were ancient.

Anyway, coming back to the point, it was unlike you to get annoyed or even pay attention to this punk, knowing that the only reason he put his hand up in class was either in an attempt to sound sassy and cool in front of his classmates or to waste the class’s time for his entertainment. Now, in normal circumstances, this would have hardly mattered to you, since you were well aware that these kids cared less about gaining knowledge and more about getting a degree. You knew most of these kids were not here to learn something but rather to just comfortably spend some years in college, getting a degree that could help them get a job in the future, and that was okay. You were used to this routine and it did not affect you.

However, it did irk you when you were interrupted by a rude human kid when you were explaining to the class, the history of your kinsfolk.

You looked at Rocky with a blank expression and decided that for once, you would answer his query.

“Yes Mr. …” You slightly frowned as you tried to recall what the kid’s real name was but shrugged as you realized you had never bothered to find out his real name.“…Never mind. What is your query?”

Rocky sniggered, “What, Miss Moon? You can’t recall your own student’s name?”

“The matter of recalling your name would come up if I knew it in the first place. I don’t know your name at all.” You deadpanned, while the entire lecture hall seemed to have become a hall of laughter yoga. “Now, will you please share your query so that I can continue the lecture?”

“Y-Yes.” Rocky said through grit teeth, visibly humiliated by the little scene he had caused, but apparently he was still not discouraged to back out from announcing his downgrading comments about the topic in hopes to regain his lost honor. If anything, he seemed more fueled by anger now. Enough to forget that he was student speaking to his professor.

“It’s a fucking stupid topic that’s not going to help us in anyway in the real world.” He scoffed. “Dire wolves? Canis Dirus? The most powerful predators? Who cares? They’re dead anyway. Why do we need to study some stupid wolves who’re dead?”

Students around him gasped, some even openly gaping at the use of his language while others just shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

You, on the other hand, were casually leaning against your table, arms crossed and face entirely devoid of any expression. Your eyes, however, were flashing a dangerous red color, which did not go unnoticed. Rocky stiffened in his seat as he saw the change in your eyes. He looked around to see if anyone could see what he was seeing but as soon as he turned his head around towards his class, he let out a gasp of horror. It was like everyone was frozen, in midst of whatever they were doing. It was as though time -in that very moment- had stopped.

“Y-Yah, what’s wrong?” He asked the boy who was seated to his right, apparently frozen in midst of eating his lunch sneakily. “W-Why aren’t you moving?”

No response.

He turned towards your direction to see you standing in the exact same position that you had been the entire time; only you were doing it voluntarily. You were not frozen in time.

“P-P-Professor Moon, what’s happening? Do you see this? W-We’re going to die! Call for help!” He looked at you, visibly panicking.

“Be quiet.”

Rocky looked at you in disbelief. Could you not see what was happening? Or…were you the one doing it? Yes! That’s it! You and him were the only people who could move and he was obviously not the one causing this…so that left you.

“It’s you! You’re doing this, you hag! I-I’m gonna tell everyone.” Rocky flailed around.

“I said be quiet, child.”

Immediately, Rocky went rigid in his seat. It was as though his limbs had been held in place with invisible strings so strong, he would have to destroy every bone in his body to break even one of those wretched strings. He could only hear and process what was going on. He looked at you, completely terrified. He tried to say something, but not even a whimper came out. He had lost his voice.

You appraised the kid. He looked terrified out of his wits and his eyes were begging for mercy. That made you sad. You had not wished to do this and if you were to admit it, Rocky or any of the kids in this room were not worth the trouble of you using your divine powers. However, you could not forgive the words that had come out of his impertinent mouth. It had been a long time since you had let go of your family, perhaps many lifetimes, but the memory was as good as new to you.

The red in your eyes burned brighter.

“Listen to me carefully punk. I’m not going to harm you; you’re not worth it. However, I’ll have you know this. The legacy of my forbears is not easily forsaken. The next time you open that rotten mouth of yours, you’ll do well to remember my words because if you do not,” Your voice became dangerously low. “Those will be the last words you utter.”

Rocky closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to show he understood. As soon as he opened his eyes, everything was back to normal. The kids around him were looking at him weird as if he was the one doing bizarre and crazy things like freezing time. He immediately got up and frantically looked around the class, running from one seat to another and shaking his mates to confirm what he was seeing.

“Hey, kid. What do you think you’re doing in my class?”

Rocky froze. He slowly turned in your direction to find you leaning against the desk with a book in your hand, looking at him with an annoyed expression. As if…as if you hadn’t just threatened him, as if you hadn’t just stopped time, as if you hadn’t just called those stupid dire wolves your ancestors.

“You…you just stopped time.” He pointed at you, a maniacal expression on his face.

“Dude, sit down before you get all of us in trouble.” A kid called out behind him. But Rocky was not done. He had almost lost his life because of his zoology professor who flashes red eyes and makes time stop. He was not going to stop until he got an answer.

“Are you guys fucking blind?!” He screamed at his classmates and then pointed at you. “She just stopped time, she just froze everyone, she-she almost killed me!” He cried. “Y-you’re a monster.”

Before anyone could react to that, the bell went off signaling the end of that study slot.

“Right. That’s it for today. I’ll see all of you soon and by that time I expect you to be…”

Rocky tuned out the rest of your words. He felt like he was losing his mind. Nobody was ready to believe him. Hell, even you seemed to not know what he was talking about. Had…had he really just imagined all that?

He picked up his bag, deep in thoughts and gave you one last glance. You weren’t even looking at him. He really must be losing his mind. He looked away and walked out of the class with the rest of the students, missing your amused smile.

“_____!”

There he stood, your old friend. He was leaning against your luxurious car, parked at least a kilometer from the university. You couldn’t take chances with small stuff like this. A university professor could not possibly have that much money, could not possibly afford a Mercedes Maybach built for richest of the rich.

You smiled at Dae-seok. “I am not called by that name anymore, old friend.”

Dae-seok was a child when you found him, no more than 10 years of age. A child trapped in the fires set by an arsonist. He had lost his family and yet, he was only a child. He was scared of dying. He kept crying out, for someone to save him and his family trapped in the building where his father once used to work. No one heard his screams, no one but you. You had listened for a while, even thought of leaving the scene since you were hardly in any position to disclose your identity. Yet, you could not allow yourself to abandon the boy. After all, how different would you be from the people who had abandoned you when you were crying out for your family?

So, for that moment you let go of your disguise. Stealthily, you entered the building still in human form and saw the young child weeping for his burnt family around him. They had passed. You had picked the child up and dropped down straight from the 11th floor to the ground and took him to your house. There you had nursed him back to health and by the end of his healing process, you knew you could not let the child go.

So you sponsored him, you nurtured him. You helped him get his education, you fed him, you let him stay with you until he was old enough to venture out alone and make a life for himself.

Dae-seok looked at you with fond eyes. He may be 65 years of age now, but in front of you, his eyes were still like that of child, for he knew your secrets.

“I’m sorry!” He let out a hearty laugh. “Miss Diana Moon, is it?”

“That is correct.” You moved forward and opened the passenger’s seat for him to get in. “Get in, Mr. Da-Seok. It appears you have something to talk to me about. How about dinner?”

“That will not be necessary, captain.” He fake saluted you but with a laugh he got into the car. You shut the door after him and made your own way to the driver’s seat. You got in and sat down facing forward, looking through your car’s front pane at the empty and abandoned road ahead, surrounded by trees on each side.

“____.”

You did not turn towards him.

“I told you not to call me that, Dae-Seok.” You sighed.

“I can’t help it.” He muttered. “You’re not Diana Moon or whatever. You’re ____.” He asserted. He was trying to prove some point. You finally turned towards Dae-Seok suspiciously. He had a very old look on his face, marked with wrinkles and craters of old age. However, that was not what worried you. It was Dae-Seok’s eyes. Those eyes, which had held childlike excitement, a few moments ago, were now etched with fear and worry.

“Dae-Seok.” He looked up. “What is worrying you, my child?”

It was then Dae-seok started to silently cry. It reminded you of the time you saved him from the fire. He was shocked, keeping silent the first few days after he gained consciousness. He didn’t want to show his fear and his pain. It was only after a week of staying together, when you had just come back from the market, that you found him on the doorstep of your house, crying endlessly. You had put down the vegetables that you bought to cook for the boy and bent down in front of him. He had thrown himself in your arms and continued to cry until you took him inside, tucked him in bed and sang him a lullaby till he slept. It was only later that you found out, he was scared that you had abandoned him and left. After that day, he did not leave your side for a minute. Not until he left your house for good.

“You’re my only family, ____.” A lone tear fell from the old man’s eye.

Immediately, your brain started working over-drive. He was talking like something was about to happen to him. Was he ill? Terminally-ill?

“You’re okay, aren’t you?” You let the worry inside you show on your face this time. “Are you ill?”

Dae-seok laughed a little, wiping his tears. “You’re such a mother.”

“Dae-seok.” You warned.

He looked at you and the worry slowly crept back in his features. His wrinkles became deeper and his smile was faint.

“It’s you.” He finally said. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Another tear fell down Dae-Seok face.

“You are the one who’s in danger. Not me.”

9:30 PM, Millenium MARRIOT hotel, Seoul

Jeon Jungkook walked briskly in the vast halls of his luxurious hotel. For once, he did not even glance at the people greeting him. The facts that had been buried for centuries were now beginning to surface. He had heard tales by his elder brothers, his hyungs, for a long time. The tales and legends of the white wolves, blessed by the moon goddess. He had heard of the betrayals that lead to the annihilation of the Nuntis pack.

If someone were to ask him, Jungkook would say it was needed. The white sun wolves of Nuntis pack were too powerful for their own good. They had become the rulers of their time without question because who would question heavenly beings with divine powers? Everything happened at the discretion of the White wolf King and Queen. Yes, they were kind rulers but till when? If a time came, where they were displeased, they could kill at discretion and have no one to answer to but more so, no one to stop them. No one was strong enough to go against the white wolves. The only way to be free of them was to kill them, and to kill them the only tools, which could be used, were deception and betrayal. He had heard the gruesome tales of their deaths. He had heard how the wolf princess was forced to kill the King and Queen to protect her brother and how her brother was deceived into believing his family had died and was beheaded. There were no tales about the end of the wolf princess but she was killed as well. That’s what the Yawa tribe, who had led the revolt against the Nuntis tribe, always affirmed. However, the new enigma that had just presented itself in front of them said something else entirely.

The elevator doors opened and Jungkook walked out and took his first right to the VIP suites section. He stopped in front of suite 0009 and knocked in a hurry. The door opened and he was greeted by Jimin, one of his brothers. Jungkook could smell the tense atmosphere from the door. Jimin turned around and Jungkook followed him inside to be greeted by the sight of his brothers spread out in the entire room. Yoongi and Namjoon sat near the huge windows overlooking the city. Hoseok and Jin sat on chairs placed on either side of the ground table while Jimin and Taehyung made the couch their temporary home. On the bed, however, he saw the leader of the Yawa pack.

Durion.

Durion was a cunning and filthy being. He prided himself as the killer of the Nuntis tribe and was a self proclaimed ‘enforcer of the divine laws of wolves’. A pompous scum, if someone asked Jungkook. However, he was a strong pompous scum. Jungkook didn’t like to admit it but he would probably have a tough time fighting the guy. He might even lose. However, that was not something he needed to worry himself about. Durion was an ally…or at the very least both packs decided to become allies for the sake of peace.

Jungkook never liked Durion- or the Yawa Pack for that matter. Survival instinct said that white wolves needed to die and Jungkook was not about to put himself on a moral high ground and say he would have done things differently but he would probably not have been so cruel. Durion was cruel beyond measure.

“Ah.” Durion rose from his makeshift throne. “My dear friend Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t make an effort to hide his distaste as he gave the elder wolf a slight nod. He turned towards his leader and bowed in respect. He needed answers but Durion was not the one he wanted answers from.

“Is it true?”

The leader of the pack finally looked at the youngest member of his pack. Namjoon was a wise leader. He was aware of the distaste everyone held for the Yawa, especially for Durion. He was not a fan of their sly ways either. However, he could not afford to battle for power with this cunning tribe. Ráka was a strong tribe, beyond the shadow of a doubt but unlike Durion- who had warriors to lose, Namjoon had family to lose. He had chosen to become a ghost ally of Durion to observe him closely rather than risking open war and losing his family.

Of course, that didn’t mean that they actually had to be friendly. Namjoon never stopped Jungkook from misbehaving with Durion. He quite enjoyed it.

“Namjoon-hyung?” The youngest one’s voice impatiently called out, eager to get an answer.

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” Namjoon’s face turned grim as he recalled why everyone had been called with such haste. Immediately, the uneasiness in the suite increased exponentially. Watching the leader tense was not something the men in the room were used to.

“Why, Hyung? Is it really true?” Taehyung spoke.

Namjoon sighed as he shook his head. “Yes. It is true.” He took another deep breath.

“It seems like the princess survived the war.”

Yoongi stepped forward, keeping his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Are you sure?”

Namjoon nodded.

“The wolf princess is alive and…she is in this city.”

To be continued…

Suga Daddy: Part 9

Suga Daddy: Part 9 (m)

Word count: 8.2k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, role-play (I’m sorry Yugyeom)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: It’s finally time for your showcase but Yoongi is nowhere to be found.

I know some of you have been reading this since the beginning and that’s crazy to me. Thank you so much for the constant support. I love you guys and Yoongi so yeah, onto the next chapter :) 

 Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.

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the true story of how Home Party came to be (more fake subz here)

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Hoseok: If you're not smiling, you're doing something wrong.

Yoongi: My whole life must be a lie then.

Rapmonster: If you bite it and you die it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die it's venomous.

J-hope: What if it bites me and it dies?

Rapmonster: That means you're poisonous.

Jin: What if it bites itself and i die?

Suga: That's voodoo.

V: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Rapmonster: That's correlation,not causation.

Jungkook: What if we bite each other and neither of us dies?

Jimin: That's kinky.

ppl been sleepn on yoongle bells my eyes.. have truly been opened

what a king

Y/N: “Yah Jimin” Jimin: “?” Y/N: “You’re beautiful” Jimin: *gif*

-Admin Karoline

Call Me Kitten | 2

➳ Genre:  Fluff | Hybrid!AU

➳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➳ Warnings: None

➳ Word count: 1405

↠ A/N: I’m falling in love with kitten!Jimin, he’s too cute, so here’s a part two for you all! Find Part 1 here↞

“Jimin?” You peered out from the bathroom, casually wiping your hands off on a towel as you padded through the quiet apartment, carefully pushing the bedroom door open.

You smiled softly at the sight, Jimin curled up on the bed, his white tail wrapped warmly around him, ears twitching occasionally as he slept, his hair falling into his face as usual. His chest rose and fell steadily, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he stirred, beginning to shake his head from side to side. You pouted a little, realising another dreadful nightmare was likely coming on, confirmed by the scared whimpers that began to slip past his lips as he tossed from side to side.

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BTS while watching a romantic movie

Seokjin: Did you see that? He made her breakfast in bed. That's so sweet!

Namjoon: She got off the plane. In the end, only true love wins.

Taehyung: I'll never let go, Jack. I'LL NEVER LET GOOOO!

Hoseok: *in tears* those f-flowers were her f-f-f-favourite. MY HEEEAAARTT!!!

Jimin: *sniffling through endless piles of tissue* they fought for eachother. They went through a war, the whole world was against them. This is ... this is true love.

Jungkook: A couple that games together, stays together. FUCK YEAH!

Yoongi: Ew.

The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Three]

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 4,6k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

*Present Day*

“(Y/N)!!” Your friend Vee shouted, snapping you back to reality. It was such a shock and so sudden that you bumped your head against the locker you were leaning onto.

You groaned, “Ugh! What the hell, Vee?” 

“I’ve been saying your name for the past ten minutes!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop exaggerating! You know as much as me that you would have given up within the first two minutes.”

She thought for a second, “Okay. True. You’re right, but still! Why didn’t you told me that I had a test today, huh?”

Your best friend whined, leaning her head against her locker while staring at you with a pout. “You know how much I suck at chemistry.”

“How could I know?” You raised your shoulders up, “We’re not in the same class.”

“We have the same program. You should have known about it.” She glared at you.

You sighed, “Okay, true, but I thought that you already knew that. And even if you didn’t, Jackson tried to text you about it yesterday, but you were too busy making out with Juan, oh yeah, on MY bed.”

You sent her a glare in return, crossing your arms on your chest. Juan was Vee’s boyfriend for now a year and you could see she was very happy with him, which also made you happy. Vee never had good taste in guys. She only dated assholes, bastards, fuck boys and the list goes on…

At least she was with Juan, who proved to be an excellent guy for her.

But making out on your bed? Not so excellent. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the thought. What if they did it on your bed? You didn’t even wash the sheets.

Ignoring your remark, your best friend tapped her manicured nails on the navy-blue book she was holding nervously, her bluish grey eyes watching the other students around while biting her thin bottom lip, “I’m going to fail…”

“Maybe.”

You laughed when she smacked your arm.

“It’s not funny (Y/N)!”

You shrugged, “Well, if you weren’t busy sticking your mouth with Juan’s yesterday- “

“(Y/N)!!!”

You laughed even more, raising your arms in the air in an innocent posture, “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. You’re nervous. You think you’ll fail. You think you’re dumb, which is not false…” You smiled innocently when she sent you a glare, “… And you think you’ll fail the year. But you’re worrying too much, Vee. It’s just a test. I’m sure you’ll manage to get a decent grade. Alyce will still be proud that you at least tried.”

“Yeah sure, after she’s done beating up my ass that is. Oh God! I’m sorry (Y/N), it slipped!” She quickly added, seeing your body visibly tense at her words.

“It’s okay, Vee. It has been ten years ago anyway.” You shrugged, trying to relax and block away the memories of your childhood.

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Namjoon: You know, it makes me so sad. None of them are fluent in English.

Bitch

The

Fuck

Did

You

Say?

(He’s gonna have his ass whooped)

Tarot Card Readings

Yoongi: The cards speak to me, I swear. Trust me.

Jungkook: Ok, tell me my future.

Yoongi: *lays head on cards*

Yoongi: They're saying...

Jungkook: Yeah????

Yoongi: that you're a little bitch.

getting shy + sticking his tongue out

BOI GOT ME SWERVING

in her shadow || chapter thirteen.

summary: you were the right girl for him and he knew it.

previous chapter.

genre: smut, fluff word count: 2.8k

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Jungkook: I love holding hands and cuddling-

Jin [cuddling Jungkook]: awwww~ how cute.

Jungkook [kicks Jin in the shin]: ...with JIMIN! Everyone else don't touch me. I hate being touched.

star actor Jeon Jungkook

‼️🚨🏃🏽📣😫😳💦🌟🔥👑💜💯✔️

Jimin, a police officer: I said get down on the ground.

Jungkook, a criminal: Why? So that we can see eye to eye?

*Jungkook's execution will be held next week*

Yoongi: You know, for a guy who's an expert at street dance, you can't dance that well.

Hoseok: Did it hurt?

Hoseok: When you fell from Heaven?

Yoongi: I swear to God-

Hoseok: Because if it did, then good, you motherfucking fallen ass angel. Only you and Lucifer are capable of stooping so low-

Yoongi: Hoseok, calm d-

Hoseok, muttering under his breath: Good-for-nothing piece of shit. Always complaining about crap smh. Agust D-isgraceful.

Yoongi: For the love of God, I was jok-

Hoseok: DON'T TALK TO ME, MY UNLIMITED SUNSHINE OR MY 3000 DANCE MOVES EVER AGAIN!

When your bias starts dating someone

me: pls talk to me pls !!pls pls!!!

me: *can't hold a conversation*

me: *has nothing interesting to say*

me: *is bad at replying*

me: pls :) talkto me

rip kim taehyung

MOUTH WIDE OPEN

MOUTH WIDE OPEN

MOUTH WIDE OPEN LIKE I WAS AT THE DENTIST

EVERYONE NEEDS THIS ON THEIR FEED

i think i just stopped breathing

Hoseok: Hey, how are you?

Yoongi: Oh, you know ...

Yoongi: Feel like pulling my hair out.

Yoongi: Banging my head against the wall.

Yoongi: ... Murdering someone.

Hoseok: ...

Yoongi: The usual.

Incorrect BTS 11/?

I’m past the point where I try not to make it about Yoonseok