I've Decided To Write This For The Mere Possibility Of Saving Someone's Life, Not Just From Ukraine,

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Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, slight Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Mystery, a lil bit of Horror 

Warnings: threesomes in the form of grinding, thigh riding, lots of neck kisses, sex in the middle of the dance floor, making out, mxm kissing too, fumbling, lots of sexy costumes, dirty talk, but also suspense and misunderstandings

Wordcount: 11.5k 

a/n: there is so much happening in this chapter, I don’t even know what I should comment on lmao. Also just so you know this is the last chapter before Sanguis Alpha goes on a little winter holiday break hehe 👁👁

“Oh wow, you actually came”, Hoseok greets you, taking you into a big hug before you can stop him. He already smells of alcohol.

“I did”, you and him step out of the hug, “my apartment was too sad." 

"Gotcha. But also look at you. You look hot as fuck. That corset looks so good on”, Hoseok says, placing his hand on your shoulder and letting his eyes travel over your body shamelessly. 

“Thank you very much”, you say and make a curtsy, “but you look hot too. I especially love the mask with that outfit. Also really love the harness, especially bold choice to go shirtless with it”, you say hooking your fingers in his chest harness and pulling him closer slightly. 

Hoseok purrs quietly, fire flicking up in his eyes for the briefest of moments.

“Thank you, thank you. I purchased them last week”, he explains, tilting his head back slightly to reveal his neck. The way his muscles flex under the leather straps, you try not to concentrate on too much.

You break your eyes away before you can do something you later regret, clearing your throat in the process. You look to your side, watching as the rest of Sanguis struts up to you and Hoseok. 

Jungkook is dressed in his full soldier uniform, face hidden behind a gas mask. Seokjin chose to go for a mask, which only covers the upper part of his face. Golden, it goes perfectly with his burgundy velvet suit and golden boots. He was not wearing a shirt under the jacket, revealing his chiselled torso.

You whistle through your teeth. 

“Look at you guys. Hot damn”, you say. 

“Thank you, you look good too”, Seokjin says, eyes not so subtly falling to your cleavage. 

“Thanks”, you hear Jungkook’s voice behind the mask. 

“Okay but damn Kook you really went all out with the costume”, you say, touching his arm. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, you can only imagine the way he lowers his eyes behind that mask. 

“T-thank you, that’s n-nice”, he stutters. 

Before he can grow any more awkward however, Hoseok drapes his arm across his shoulder. 

“Want to get drunk and then grind on the dance floor?” he suggests, looking between you and Jungkook. 

“I’m down”, Seokjin says, hooking his arm with yours. 

“Wait what?” you and Jungkook say in unison, already getting dragged to the bar. 

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SEOKJIN x GQ KOREA

for me | dilf!jk drabbles

⤷ A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk

⇢ all drabbles contain mature content | 18+ | warnings listed in each drabble

!there is no taglist!

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; jeon jungkook, the man you’re hooking up with on a daily basis and conveniently is your neighbor, happens to bring news with him one day – one you’d never expect unless you see it with your own eyes

⇢ read here

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; while adapting to being a new dad, he doesn’t forget what an asshole he can be – and it all starts from one bitter feeling

⇢ read here

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you’re one knock away and jungkook uses that opportunity, although there should be a different reason behind his knocks – one that you and him both know he owes you

⇢ read here coming soon

The kind of lovers they are ft BTS

I mean, its June y'all and you know what that means. I'll be doing this for all 7 of them but here's two to start off

It is boyfriend headcanons for ksj and a meet-cute for knj

Kim Seokjin Oppa, come back safe and sound!!

Seokjin is the friends to lovers, shared looks across a room, boisterous laughter like the sound of a windshield wiper. Seokjin who helps improve your Korean when you start interning at HYBE, Seokjin who tries to explain his dad jokes to you, tries to feed you Korean delicacies. It was easy friendship that bloomed between the two of you, who seemingly have nothing in common but once you start talking, it’s like neither of you ever thinks about stopping, him teasing you in Korean as you give it back twofold in both English and french. It is him absolutely hating PDA, where the only contact you’ll have with him outside is a hand at the small of your back or your pinkies linked together but behind closed doors, he is all over you, all over you. He loves twirling you around in the kitchen, loves cooking for you as you sit on the counter, completely smitten with this man. The second he notices you looking at him like he hung the moon, the tips of his ears go red, a small smile overtaking his features. He turns around, completely embarrassed, “waah yaah I know I am world wide handsome but stop looking at me like that.” He loves it when you cook for him, fumbling through the kitchen, looking up videos on how to make a dish form your hometown for him, maybe it is too salty, maybe there wasn’t enough spice but gods, he eats it all through your stuttered apologies about how he doesn’t have to eat it, promising him you’ll get better at it. This mf eats it all with a smile on his face, telling you he loves it. It is the days when he’s not BTS’s Kim Seokjin but just your boyfriend Jin who loves sleeping in, arm around your waist, face buried in your curls, just the Jin who doesn’t let you leave the bed, who loves playing video games as you sit on his lap, just as involved in it as he is, making noises of outrage as he fails to clear a level. Jin who is your loudest cheerleader, always with you, every step of the way as you learn to love your body and accept it. Jin who makes sure you take care of yourself during your exams or as work stress keeps mounting. Jin who never forgets an anniversary, making sure to clear his schedule ahead of time. Jin who doesn’t like you feeling jealous, like the mere thought of him finding anyone other than you is so absurd to him, it is impossible. Jin who always rubs soothing circles on your palm as soon as he notices you feeling insecure. He’s right here and he is yours.

Kim Namjoon oh boy, does it show I love reading?

Kim Namjoon is the kind of love that feels like bonfire on a cold winter night, the first sip of water on a scorching day. It is the relief of finally coming home. It starts off with him walking to the book store where you work at, a hole in the wall really, feeling so lost as he wanders around the fantasy aisle. You walk up to him, careful to make your presence known asking if you could help him, maybe offer him some recommendations. He smiles bashfully, dimples appearing on his cheek as he acquiesces, “Just wanted to try reading some fantasy, either grimdark or maybe fiction...” he trails off, looking unsure. You brighten instantaneously, rambling on and on about various books you’ve read, what you think he might prefer, your favorite authors in that genre and the like. You’ve always been a bookworm at heart, only novels though, which was why school didn’t pan out. You abruptly stop, cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink as you finally take time to breathe, feeling his gaze on your skin, part amusement and part genuine curiosity. He buys all the books you’ve recommended, leaving with a quiet, “I’ll let you know how I feel about them.”

Huh—? how? You get your answer after about a week as he rushes into your store, looking completely flabbergasted and utterly furious, “what was that ending? Holy shit, is the sequel out yet?” Then you both get talking, getting along like a house on fire, both of you equally opinionated, equally enthusiastic about finally finding someone you could ramble about books with. As their band starts getting more popular, he visits less frequently, conversations switching over to texts and then video calls. You keep waiting, for the other shoe to drop, for him to stop calling, but it never stops. No matter which corner of the world he is in, he still calls, odd fucking times of the day sure, but he doesn’t forget. Falling for Joon is falling for his words, how your conversations strip you raw, leaving you completely exposed, blood on your hands as you tear your heart out of your chest, letting him see, spilling your deepest thoughts, a sinner at the altar. It is his quiet understanding, songs that hit a bit too close to home, of utter longing, of being young and stupidly in love. It is you learning Korean for him, surprising him on one of his birthdays by sending him a voice note, him bursting into tears as soon as he hears it. It is you being his biggest cheerleader, not the loudest but always steady in your presence, it is him always cheering you on, never forgetting the dates of your exams or important work meetings.

It is soft laughter as he breaks yet another thing at your house, embarrassed smiles and warm hugs, him trying to cook something for you, yet destroying your kitchen so thoroughly you had to order in. It is his quiet frustration at not being able to spend enough time with you, you crawling into his lap, hands in his hair as you whisper confessions of love into his skin, his hands digging into your waist. He is the kind of lover who needs to touch you like he needs air, hands on you always, at the small of your waist, holding your hand, arm around your shoulders. Not shy about PDA. If he wants to kiss his girl, he will, the rest of the world be damned. He leaves notes for you everywhere. You don’t know when and how he manages to hide them, but you keep finding little notes about how much he loves you, even one month after he’s left for the tour. He loves surprising you at work, buying you flowers and everything pretty. Just him being so stupidly in love with you, most of the songs he writes these days were love songs. Always does a shoutout to ‘my girl’ at the end of his concerts and at award shows. Once you surprised him at one of his concerts, face lighting up as he spots you, staring at you completely dumbfounded as he continues to rap. Bursts into tears because holy fuck it has been so long since he got to touch his girl. The entire stadium coos. He gets a small tattoo of your name on his chest. You both just love each other so much, there was no one without the other. No Kim Namjoon without you and no you without him.

This is my first time writing for BTS, so they might be a bit ooc but I really hope this was able to put a smile on at least one of your faces.

Hi! I’m the last ask you got about fics tar are similar to imprint by Arctic grey I don’t know if you could tell but I was wondering if there’s any bts fics you have I don’t know if it was specified in my first ask

i got ur ask!! sorry for the late answer, but yes, i’ve read imprints! it’s one of the best fwb aus under the bts tag, in my opinion. i have a few you might like, with the novel-like feel you mentioned and the fwb aspect.

these are personal favorites i ended up bookmarking (which means i really find them good). i hope you end up liking them too! :)

obligated to say that if you’re looking for namjin specifically, all of bazooka’s namjin works are exactly what you’re looking for. otherwise:

[E, 217k] Where The Heart Is by ??? (orphaned account) pairing: taegi

[M, 12k] Inward peripheries by murkya (i’m a huge fan of their characterization!) pairing: yoonkook

i’m not sure if you’re into yoonkook but if you’re looking for good worldbuilding, characterization and a novel-like length/feel, i highly suggest reading anything from notyoongs. here are some fics under their account that i personally love.

[T, 27k] everything i never told you by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook

[E, 107k] something in the water by notyoongs (this is a whole novel) pairing: yoonkook

[E, 109k] all the light we cannot see by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook

[E, 63k] rewrite the stars by notyoongs (highlight in story!) pairing: yoonkook

and back to our regular programming~

[E, 51k] Say My Name (And I'll Lie in the Sound) by fadetomorrow pairing: taegi

[E, 41k] i wrote these for you by buffcooky  pairing: namgi

[E, 66k] How much to give and how much to take by Aguacates pairing: namkook

[T, 32k] Of (Accidental) Felons and Harlequins by CheekyBrunette, CynoDemure (highlight in characterization and dialogue!) pairing: namgi

[M, 28k] we're risking it all for illegal love by dmingi pairing: yoonmin

[M, 26k] Spanish Doll by saengie pairing: namjin

enjoy! :) <3

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!! :)))

“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳." 𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” —Yae Noguchi

FIRST LOVE: HATSUKOI 初恋 (2022) dir. Yuri Kanchiku

OH MY GOD, SIBI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???? THIS CHAPTER IS SO FREAKING EXCEPTIONAL. I CANT BELIEVE TAE JUST ADMITTED HIS TRUE FORM.....

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Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Romance, tiny Angst in the beginning

Warnings: dom!Taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, consensual use of vampire compulsion, basically she wants him to make her “really horny for him by using his vampire hormones” and he does, rough yet passionate sex, sex on a kitchen table, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), multiple positions, cumplay, sweet aftercare and pillowtalk

Wordcount: 8.7k

a/n: honestly at this point I am *yells*

You startle awake. Someone just rang your doorbell. You close your eyes again and settle back in your pillow. It was probably just a dream. 

It rings again. 

Your eyes flit open, brows knitting. Or perhaps not. Groaning in annoyance, you sit up. 

"Huh." 

You just realised. You have no recollection of when you went to bed. It is like you walked into your apartment and blacked out. How peculiar. 

It rings again.

“Who the frick?” you ask, not even realizing that you asked a question. 

You get out of bed and drag your feet out of your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning on the lights, the moon is bright enough to illuminate your apartment. 

It rings again.

“Coming”, you murmur, knowing very well they won’t be able to hear you.

You take a peek through the spy first. 

Taehyung. 

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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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