Perks Of Being A Househusband.

your starlight

tldr. when you moved into your new apartment, your neighbor gave you his number and said to call anytime. what better "anytime" than 3am during a thunderstorm, right?

♫ song insp. forever star - zhang yi hao 

❤ pairing. jungkook x f. reader

☁ genre. comfort and sweetness. do i write anything else lol

➷ warnings. drinking and cursing

✎ word count. 1522

彡 note. hope you all have been well. please enjoy!

It’s three in the morning and another crack of thunder makes you whimper, pulling the covers over your head in hopes that the plush down comforter will do something to drown out the sounds of the storm raging outside your bedroom window. You know it’s silly, you’re a grown adult after all. But thunderstorms have always scared you, and this is only your first week in your new apartment alone.

If you were back in your dorm with your roommate, it’d be another story. Ali was always so good and understanding. She’d have sat up with you, rubbed a manicured hand across your tense shoulder blades, fixed you tea, put on your favorite movie to watch together. But university was a thing of the past. You were on your own now, and there was no one here to comfort you or chase away the thunder with soft touches.

Another loud boom of thunder an you reach for your phone on your nightstand. You don’t know anyone in this area to call except for one person; your neighbor probably peacefully sleeping just on the wall behind you. You take a deep breath, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. He had said on the day you’d moved in that you were welcome to call him any time, day or night. You’d smiled politely, accepting his number and thanking him with a smile. It’d probably been a formality. He’d simply been neighborly and that was all. Surely he didn’t truly mean you were allowed to call him any time day or night. Surely he wouldn’t appreciate a phone call from his scaredycat neighbor who couldn’t even get through a thunderstorm, right?

A flash of lightening, and before you knew it, you were pressing his name on your screen: JEON JUNGKOOK. 

As it rang, images of his soft brown hair and big brown eyes flashed through your head. He’d just come in from working out when he’d stopped you on the stairs to help you carry the box you were struggling with. He’d been wearing an oversized black t-shirt and smelled of sweat and soap and his brown hair had stuck to his forehead and curled damply along the nape of his neck. You’d had butterflies from first glance. And when his front teeth had rested boyishly on his plush bottom lip, you’d been a goner. 

“Hello?” A voice sounds on the other end, far too chipper for 3am.

“Um, hi. Jungkook? This is Y/N.”

“Hiii!” He drawls, the recognition clear in his voice. “What’s up?”

Okay, waaay too chipper for 3am.

“This is embarrassing.”

“What is it, Y/N?” His voice suddenly grows serious, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine, I suppose. I just…I am having a hard time with the storm.”

“Oh. Is it the thunder?”

“Yeah. I know, embarrassing, right. What kind of grown…”

“No, no!” He is quick to interrupt, “One of my friends is the same way. It’s fine, Y/N. Do you want me to come over?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah, my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked. I usually don’t hit the hay until at least four. I can be over in five minutes. You got whiskey?”

You blink. “Jungkook. I just moved in a few days ago. I barely have Cheerios.”

“Right,” Jungkook chuckles, “Alright, I’ll bring the whiskey. See you in a minute, Y/N.”

You hang up, and mortifyingly realize that you are in your pajamas and Jungkook will be here in just a few short minutes. Flying out of bed, you give yourself a once-over in your dresser mirror. Your pastel donut nightshirt glares back at you, mockingly. As if on cue, there is a soft knock on your front door. Well, donuts will have to do, you suppose. You rake a hand through your untamed, sleep-mussed mane before hurrying to the door to answer.

Jungkook stands on the other side, a soft oversized grey shirts hangs off his frame. His dark curls are prominent and full and his eyes don’t contain a single drop of sleep. There’s a glass bottle of an amber-colored liquid in his hand.

“Hi-ya,” he says happily, lifting the whiskey bottle a little, “I come bearing gifts.”

You open the door wider and allow him to step inside.

“I am so sorry about this,” You cringe, leading him towards the kitchen where your cardboard boxes marked DRINKWARE sit in a maze on the floor. “About the mess an about calling you at 3am.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, Y/N. Like I said, my sleep schedule is fucked. I was just sitting up watching some YouTube videos. You’ll be much better company.”

You smile, unwrapping two glasses from their newspaper protection, and pass them to him. He pours two drinks and slides on to you. You take a sip. You were never much for whiskey, but whatever it Jungkook’s brought over goes down smooth and sweet and rich and warm. 

“Would you be okay with sitting with me a minute?” You ask.

“Of course.”

Jungkook grabs the bottle and the two of you head to your couch. You sit cross-legged across from him on the couch, tugging the donut shirt down in between your legs for some semblance of modesty. Jungkook takes another sip of whiskey.

Another clap of thunder makes you jolt and Jungkook t’sks. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arm slightly, offering you a safe spot to tuck into. You pause, wondering if you really should. But a flash of lightening answers that for you, and you find yourself pressed into his side. He is warm and soft and his arm comes down to hold you gently against his side.

“It’s okay,” he whispers soothingly, a hand coming up to play with the curls at your back, “You’re okay, Y/N. It’s just a bit of thunder, nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You relax into his side, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender laundry fabric softener.

“I am so embarrassed,” you say, trying to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t be,” Jungkook implores, “My hyung will kill me for saying this, but he’s scared of thunder too. Can’t stand it. When it storms, he’s always gotta sleep in our hyung’s bed. And he’s almost thirty! You’re never too old to be scared of things.”

“What are you scared of, Jungkook?”

“Crowds.”

“How do you cope with that?” You ask curiously.

Jungkook giggles softly, “I sing.”

“What?” You sit up slightly.

“Yup! I’m a singer. I love performing, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t get shy in big crowds. But being up on stage helps, especially when I’m performing with my hyungs. It’s fine to be scared of stuff, Y/N. But it’s better to have someone at your side to comfort you.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Jungkook. Thank you. Thank you for coming over and for sitting with me tonight.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he continues running his fingertips through your curls, “We’re neighbors, I’ll always be here. I meant it when I said you could call me day or night. I’ll always be here to comfort you.” You melt as his words, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms.

“What do you say we fix another drink and I pull up YouTube on the TV and you can show me what videos you were up watching tonight.”

“Okay but you can’t laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you say as he pours more whiskey into the glasses.

You hand him the remote and he winces as he pulls up SpongeBob Top Ten Funny Moments.

You can’t help the giggle that breaks through.

“Hey! You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”

“That was before you pulled up Spongebob, weirdo,” you poke a finger into his stomach and he flinches with a soft giggle. 

“Okay, you can laugh at my taste in YouTube videos, but I draw the line at tickling.”

“Fair enough.”

Jungkook starts up the video, leaning back against the couch and pulling you back under his embrace. You nestle into his side, letting the soft fabric of his t-shirt caress your cheek. Outside the thunder crashes and the lightening strikes, but you don’t pay the storm outside any mind. You know you’re safe in his arms and nothing can harm you. 

Tomorrow the sun will shine and everything will smell of petrichor and wet grass. You don’t know it yet, but Jungkook will invite you over for breakfast and you’ll sip OJ at his counter while he flips pancakes and tells you about himself and you’ll steal nibbles of fresh-cut strawberries as you tell him about you. Tomorrow night you’ll walk to the cafe down the street holding hands as if you’ve done so a thousand times before, and when you get whipped cream from your vanilla latte on your upper lip, he’ll wipe it away with a kiss as soft as snowflakes.

Tonight though, you lean into his side and think to yourself how this is the first night since moving in that this place has truly felt like home. 

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I'm thinking about getting into writing. It would probably just be drabbles/reactions (BTS focused, although this may expand to other groups later), although I would love to do series I just don't have the attention span for that (lol).

Also, probably wouldn't write smut (not that it makes me uncomfortable, I just don't feel confident enough in writing something I don't have much experience of myself).

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Photos in your gallery if Yoongi was your bf

3tan slice:

yoongi watching reader get ready 🍊

stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)

"How about this one?"

Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.

"Is that new?"

Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.

"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made it get it."

When you pout, do you know how it affects him?

Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.

"Is it bad? Damn."

"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."

"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."

Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."

You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,

"Work again?"

"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.

"Oh."

Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.

"Okay, how's this?"

His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.

Fuck.

He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.

Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.

When the hell did you steal his voice, too?

"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"

If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."

"Wait, what?"

He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."

"You need to sleep..."

Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."

"But.. what about.."

"I won't take long."

"You sure?"

"No."

God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,

"Depends on how long you last."

"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.

"That's all I need, doll."

"Prove it."

Oh.

He intends to.

Because you can make him speechless for now.

But when it comes to showing you how he feels?

There's no way you're shutting his ass up.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

Dating headcanons pt.2

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: crack, swearing

A/N: part one felt a little short to me for some reason, so let's cover some of the things we missed, yeah?

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Increasingly not so secretly romantic. He made hundreds of handwritten notes for everyone at his birthday fanmeet, imagine the kind of things he would do for an s/o?

The type to surprise you with a pillow fort and your favorite movie after a tough day and then try to brush it off like "I didn't really do anything tho".

Intentionally takes couple photos out of focus? Idk why, it's just become his weird aesthetic with you.

Man's a master of 'flirting, but not flirting.'

Starring at you while you're doing anything, with that lil head tilt and the fucking tongue thing he does.

Knows you have a thing for his hands, and will use it against you.

Although, would you really mind?(I'm going to hell for these posts)

Brutally honest. Like he loves you, but he's still Yoongi.

"Does this make my butt look big?" "Your butt is big." "EXCUSE ME?!" "What? I like your butt."

But also the most supportive boyfriend about even the littlest things, similar to the way he tends to go along with Tae's little bits or dances.

Does not fall for or tolerate those tiktok/text pranks.

"I want a divorce." "🤨we're not married? Also no" "But-" "NO" "okay rude."

Actually has a little box of momentos from dates with you, from ticket stubs and bottle caps to a paper crane made out of a shopping receipt.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him, because it means you feel safe with him (maybe got a teeny bit emotional the first time it happened, but will never admit it).

Has a habit of sniffing you?? Like, idk he just finds your scent really comforting. Always notices when you try a new perfume or shampoo.

Intentionally leaves hoodies at your place in hopes you'll wear them.

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BOYFRIEND MATERIAL.

characters: yoongi x reader

genre: romance, comfort, reaction

about: esentially, what min yoongi would be like as boyfriend.

一 Yoongi would be a very good balance of inspiration, sensitivity and expression;

一 for starters, he would be a great listener who's capable of delving into complicated conversations if necessary.

一 he would understand complex emotions, provide a lot of encouragement, and have an infectious ability to make his girlfriend laugh.

一 in other words, his presence would fill Y/n's life with lightheartedness and insight.

一 warmth and comfort because he has a calm and chill demeanor, yet still maintaining a steady, mean, and levelheaded attitude when dealing with difficult situations.

一 he’d be the type of person that would give his girlfriend the security she needs in order to be herself completely.

一 when protecting his girlfriend, Yoongi would be steadfast and reliable, while also understanding of her independence.

一 he would be willing to put himself between Y/n and harm, he has her back, it would allow his girlfriend to feel safe.

一 most importantly, he would bring a wealth of great music to life. as a lyric writer, he would always have something in the works that Y/n just can't get enough of, with singing rap to create a smooth blend of sound.

一 he would respect her boundaries as well;

一 his girlfriend can trust him with anything she has to share and feel that he isn’t going to take advantage of her vulnerability.

一 dating him would never be dull;

一 he would be creative enough to surprise Y/n with unexpected dates: whether it be romantic trips or simply taking the time to listen to her and have meaningful conversations, he would put in effort to make sure the time spent together is special.

一 shortly, having Yoongi as boyfriend would be like having the ideal boyfriend: he’d be someone Y/n would be happy to be around, and can learn from and have fun with.

一 plus, he’d bring a whole new level of cool into his girlfriend's life.

. . .

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echoes of liberation / jeon jungkook

synopsis: Y/N experiences a breakup with their partner, leaving Jungkook feeling sympathetic towards Y/N. However, amidst the sorrow, Jungkook also senses a certain sense of liberation.

The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside Y/N's window. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone, the words of her now ex-partner, Han-Jung, still fresh in her mind. Their breakup had been inevitable, a long time coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Y/N and Han-Jung had been together for years. They had weathered storms, shared dreams, and built a life together. But as time passed, they realized that they had grown apart. The love they once shared had slowly eroded, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and resentment.

With a sigh, Y/N finally dialed a familiar number, and after a few rings, Jungkook answered. He was a friend who had always been there, a constant presence in Y/N's life.

"Hey," Y/N said, her voice trembling. "I just… I needed to talk to someone."

Jungkook could sense the vulnerability in her tone, and he immediately offered comfort. "Of course, Y/N. I'm here for you. What happened?"

Y/N recounted the painful details of the breakup with Han-Jung, her voice breaking at times. Jungkook listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and words of consolation. But as he listened, he couldn't help but feel a certain weight lift from his own heart, a feeling he was almost afraid to acknowledge.

When Y/N finished speaking, Jungkook hesitated for a moment before saying, "Y/N, I'm so sorry you're going through this. It must be incredibly tough."

Y/N nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "Yeah, it is. But it's also… strange. I should be devastated, right? But there's a part of me, a tiny part, that feels… relief."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he replied, "I can't pretend to fully understand your feelings, Y/N, but sometimes, when something is broken beyond repair, finding the strength to let go can be liberating in its own way."

Y/N wiped away her tears and looked at Jungkook with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Jungkook. Your support means the world to me."

Over the weeks that followed, Y/N and Han-Jung began the difficult process of untangling their lives from each other. It was a painful and emotionally draining experience, but there was an undeniable sense of freedom that began to emerge from the ashes of their relationship.

Jungkook continued to be a pillar of support for Y/N, offering his friendship and understanding. As they spent more time together, Y/N began to notice something different about Jungkook—a warmth, a kindness, and a depth of connection she had never truly appreciated before.

One evening, as they sat together on Y/N's balcony, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, Y/N turned to Jungkook. "You know, Jungkook, you've been an incredible friend through all of this. I don't know what I would've done without you."

Jungkook smiled softly. "I'm just glad I could be here for you, Y/N."

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "There's something else I need to say, Jungkook. Something I've been feeling for a while now."

Jungkook looked at her, his curiosity piqued. "What is it, Y/N?"

She hesitated for a moment, then took his hand in hers. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Jungkook."

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Jungkook's eyes widened with surprise, but then a soft smile graced his lips.

"Y/N," he said, his voice filled with warmth, "I think I'm falling in love with you too."

In that moment, the weight of their past relationships and the pain of their recent struggles seemed to fade into the background. Y/N and Jungkook had discovered a love that was born from the ashes of their past, a love that felt like a breath of fresh air, a love that offered a sense of relief and liberation they had never known before.

As they leaned in to share their first kiss, they knew that their journey was just beginning, and they were ready to embrace the future together, free from the constraints of their past. In each other's arms, they found solace and a love that had been waiting to blossom, a love that was, in its own way, a beautiful and unexpected release from the past.