YOU CAN BE POLITE. BUT NOT AS POLITE AS NAMJOON SAYING “SORRY TO BOTHER YOU” AT HIS OWN CONCERT

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pining, f2fwb2l infidelity on jimin's part

warnings: angst, reader is in love with him but who isn't, swearing, making out, fwb but still sfw and nothing explicit, college parties, mentions of anxiety because reader represents my two brain cells when they have to come up with small talk, jimin calls reader sweetheart because he's a whore who likes to play with her heart 🤠

rating: pg-15

a/n: writing after a long time feels weird but the good kind of weird, its 3am idk what im talking about but here, take a fic

*throws fic at you*

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puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to be cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”

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SEOKJIN x GQ KOREA

I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy? What keeps you up at night? What kind of meals do you make for yourself? Do you have any comfort shows or films or songs? How do you cope with stress? What makes someone a suitable partner for you? Can I be a suitable partner for you?

I want to learn every nook, every crevice, every inch, every single part of you that you’re willing to share. I want to count the freckles on your cheeks — be the only one who knows the exact number. I want to memorize the scars on your skin, know their history and carry them with me for a long time. I want to know you. I want to love you.

i’m so in love with him :(

↳ Index [Chapter 18 - Desperation]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Warnings: switch!Taehyung, morning sex, desperate & passionate sex, oral (f.recieving), body worshipping, handjob, edging (m.recieving), bondage with a tie, use of vibrators, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), overstimulation, he is being very goddamn needy (he has his fangs out *screeches*), dirty talk, creampie, the aftercare *sobs*, emotional pillowtalk & Taehyung being so in love

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: *throws chair against a wall but it bounces back and hits me in the face and knocks me tf out*

The next morning you get woken up by a painful cry. You jolt up from being startled, feeling confused for a moment until a quiet sob next to you calls your attention. Taehyung is still deep asleep, his whole body is shaking and his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be having a bad dream, judging by his tearstained cheeks and the way his fingers grip the blanket. He had even gotten rid of his shirt in his sleep, but despite being shirtless his skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you tell him, shaking him softly.

He doesn’t budge, the nightmare still has its grip on him, making him writhe on the mattress and forcing whimpers out between his gritted teeth.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you try again a little louder than before, shaking him again.

He jolts awake with a loud gasp, ripping his eyes open and looking around the room without focus. His hand is pressed to his chest as if he is trying to check if his heart is still there. He looks utterly confused, probably still half asleep. A single tear escapes his eye and runs down the side of his face.

“You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?” you ask softly, stroking the sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face.

Relief washes over his face when the sound of your sweet voice rings in his ears and he can feel the touch of your warm fingers on his face. He can feel the weight fall from his shoulders, the painful ache in his chest is finally gone.

“You are here”, he croaks out, his voice still heavy from sleep.

“Of course I am”, you assure him, cupping his cheek, “what did you dream about?”

“Nothing, just-“, he touches your hand, “-doesn’t matter.”

He sits up to get eye to eye with you, kneeling on the bed. He holds your face in his hands, his eyes race over your body as if trying to look at everything at the same time. Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your stomach, your chest, your hair, your nose, your neck. Everything is here, real and warm. You are here, next to him. It was all a bad dream, you didn’t leave him all alone in this world as you moved on to your next life.

“You didn’t leave”, he whispers.

“Why shoul-“, you don’t get to finish your sentence before Taehyung’s lips come crashing down on yours. 

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this is so fucking good, im a whore for enemies to lovers namjin

the shaman and the exorcist

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✎ metastacia ❝ 145k ⚐ mature

Seokjin doesn’t believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he’s kind of a big deal at his university; he’s a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn’t remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money.

Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can expel them. But there’s a certain phoney shaman at his university who’s stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he’s not happy about it because haunted people pay good money.

So, what do they do? Figure out whose closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.

oh man this one HURTS so fucking bad. i would do anything to bring the old team back, to bring poch with dele, jan, toby, dembele, coco together again and this time we will shine even brighter than before

Saying goodbye never gets easier

ft The Light That Shines When Things End by Iain S. Thomas

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BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE 💞

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Heeyy!! Here is BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE (or rather how I think they cuddle).I added a few songs that remind me of the individual members if you'd want to give them a listen 💗. Also i wanted to apologise for this not being NSFW like my usual work, i'm not feeling it today :/ but anyways, enjoyyy!!_______________________________

Jimin

- likes being big spoon so he gets to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck

-sometimes he lays on you'r chest because he likes listening to you'r heartbeat that reminds him your not just a dream

-deff COVERS you in kisses whenever your cuddling with him

-he has those big-ass plushies ALL over his bed (and they probably have very wierd names, like 'roosik' or smt💀) and sometimes just to be petty he chooses the plushie over you to cuddle. But he comes back to you in a few mins.

-LOVES it when he lays down in you'r lap and you play with his hair @////@

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Namjoon

(hes too precious STOP 😭)

- likes being big spoon because he LOVES feeling you'r hips/waist as you lay on you'r side infront of him

-watching movies and cuddling >>

- he always asks how you are feeling throughout the whole thing because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all

- he makes sure to let you know that he loves you at least more than 3 times

-he lends you his sweatshirts if your cold (ik thats the most 'uwu y/n 🥺' thing but plz dont kill me 💀)

- fluffy blankets everywhere!!!

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Taehyung

-hes surprisingly very clingy

- i can only imagine him as a little spoon

-he would want to get hugged from the back and when you put you'r hand on him to hug, he would hold it by his chest

-if your watching a movie or smt he will make drinks and you'll sit in between his legs

-like jimin, he also likes plushies but he probably has the very small ones which you could basically use as a neck rest so he lets you take those if you'r neck gets tired

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Yoongi 😼

- RANDOMLY tells you he wants to be little spoon and it usually catches you off guard

-he rly likes it when you touch his waist/hips when hes little spoon

-he lets you borrow his clothes

-whenever you guys are bored, he lays down in you'r lap and lets you do his makeup or skincare

- you guys deff squeeze each other's cheeks (on the face 🤨) as a joke until one of you gets hurt or smt and the other nourishes them

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J-Hope

- doesn't seem like he'd cuddle very much. I think he just mostly individually hugs you and cuddles you when your sleeping. Hes both big & little spoon

-A SHIT-TON OF KISSES >>

-he jokes around a lot with you so no matter what your doing, he'll cheer you up :))

- he buys you comfy things like ; socks, blankets, hoodies, plushies, and little cute slippers so that your not cold at all

- he whispers a lot of cute things to you in you'r ear while cuddling

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Jin

- BIG SPOON

- he usually cuddles you face-to-face so he can look at you and kiss you

-the hot chocolate this man makes is chef's kiss 🤤

-he loves it when you have anything of his belonging on you. Weather it be an elastic band or a necklace, it just makes him very happy

- i think he tells you stories while you cuddle 💗

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Jungkook

- usually big spoon

- actually ADORES it when you lay down on his chest

- he finds it very calming to hear you'r voice so he likes it when you talk to him as your going to bed

-taking pics w/ you while cuddling >>

- he enjoys playing with you'r hair a lot

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Sorry this was pretty short but i hope you liked it. ALSO I STAYED UP TILL 12:50AM TO FINISH THIS SO BE GRATEFUL 🙄. Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!! Im very thankfull for you reading this! Reblog if you enjoyed and dont forget to like!! Send request if you have any Byebye guysss!! :)))

faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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