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i leave tonight

SUMMARY It’s just you and your soju under the night sky. Oh, and your ex that you haven’t moved on from.

PAIRING lee haechan x gender neutral! reader

GENRE exes au, angst, fluff?

WORD COUNT 1.9k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking, not proofread, my rusty writing

AUTHOR’S NOTE a little something i wrote to get rid of my creative block, some of it’s inspired by frank ocean’s self control. hope you all enjoy! <3

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Don’t touch me. I think I’m in my Haechan phase 😭 I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM! He’s a beaming sun ☀️🥺

it’s yours - haechan imagine

i miss hyuck so yea here’s another scenario😭🥺💛 hope you like it! also stream beatbox!! what’s your favorite track of the album? 

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“Don’t ever write a cypher about me, I’ll cry.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s part 2 to “I’m not walking out on you” in which Yoongi and reader/Kid get into a pretty major fight. This takes place that same night and the next day. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Sleep doesn’t come too easy for those with the weight of two aching hearts inside their chest. The throbbing of your own heart, you could handle. But knowing you were the cause of your lover’s pain sat heavy in your mind. The look of regret, hurt, defeat that was etched across Yoongi’s features was impossible to shake, hovering over you like a sleep paralysis demon of your own creation.

Your tears had stopped since you shut yourself away in your bedroom, but the regret was all the more deep and unsettling. At the sound of the washing machine beeping on the other side of the door, you rolled onto your side, facing the wooden barrier that kept you from Yoongi. You were so sick of walls, but it was all that you knew.

Lifting yourself from the mattress, you began tiptoeing across the room to move the bedding to the dryer. You couldn’t sleep anyway. However, when you carefully pulled the door open, not wanting to alert your boyfriend of your activity, you were stopped in your tracks, the air leaving your lungs as you remained completely still. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, you watched as Yoongi transferred the sheets from the washing machine to the dryer.

He didn’t hear the door open, appearing oblivious to your presence. And perhaps that was why he wasn’t more careful in concealing the sniffle that sounded in the hallway, the small fragile sound stabbing your heart. When he raised his arm to his face, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe across his cheek, there was no mistaking the emotional state of the man. Yoongi was crying, and it was your fault.

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for the 478 request (if it's still open!!) maybe a lil bit of them growing back together? like post-fic, maybe jungkook discovers a small habit that OC does that they never did before?? and he gets :(( abt it bc omg when did that happen and OC is like when u were gone bro but like its fluffy and all?? DO I MAKE SENSE?? (It's alright either way ILY anyway<3)

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook’s habit becomes yours too <3

[ 478 masterlist ]

Jungkook thought it was only a fluke.

“Is something the matter?” he asks worriedly, eyes strained with concern. You’re too absorbed cooing at Miso on your lap that you didn’t notice your husband staring at you the whole time.

He’s completely unfocused from the movie he’s begged for the two of you to watch instead of your own pick, mouth parting as he sees you do it again.

“No?” you tilt your head, looking equally as confused.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook questions again, rearranging his position so this time he’s the one lying down on your lap and Miso’s the one on his chest, feeling her purrs reverberate all the way to his ribs. “Then why are you playing with your wedding band?”

Oh.

You’ve been doing it a lot these days, unconsciously twisting the platinum on your finger that it catches your husband off-guard every time. He thought it was only a fluke the first time, seeing your gazed zoned out that usually happens when you’re tired from work.

“Really?” you sound just as surprised, looking down on your finger before having the urge to twist it again. In hindsight, your husband’s right — you have been playing with your ring. “It must’ve become a habit when we were on break.”

You recall having the weight of the platinum being your comfort for the month, only taking it off the very last minute before shooting starts and have someone to remind you because you were just that attached to it.

In hindsight, the habit you didn’t even know you had seems to be familiar.

“I think I picked it up from you.”

“Me?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, looking down on his ring finger and just from seeing the band, he gets the urge to twist it around his finger.

He didn’t even know he’s been playing with his wedding band whenever he needed comforted or just wanted to be reminded of you in general, but now that you pointed out, it is familiar.

Jungkook chuckles, making you warm with the way he leans to your touch when you scratch his scalp.

“Oh, yeah. I think you got it from me.”

the back cutout was his idea 🙃

Hello! Can i request prompt no 57 with seokjin please? Thank you!! ☺☺☺

“There is enough room for both of us.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 400+

Searching the back of the car, you pulled your eyebrows together in thought. “Jin,” you called out, the man humming in response as he searched through his tackle box, perusing his lures. “Did you unload the other sleeping bag?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned, still pushing around the various lures as you looked from him, back to the car, to the bag with the tent, and the single sleeping bag sitting next to it.

“Did we only pack one sleeping bag?” You asked, the question finally getting Jin’s full attention as he looked up to see you staring at him curiously.

“Huh? No, I thought I grabbed them both.” Getting up to check the car again before looking over the camp spot, he pulled a face of immediate guilt. “Uh,” he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Jin,” you whined, leaning your head back in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Poopsie, I really thought I grabbed it,” he apologized, reaching for your waist and pulling you against his frame, you looking at him with a pout.

As you sighed, he let the smile he had been holding back break through, you groaning at the sight. “It’s not funny,” you warned.

“It is a little funny,” he insisted, you glaring at him as he chuckled a bit.

“We’re here for two nights and we have one sleeping bag,” you pointed out. “But thank god you packed three different fishing poles,” you complained, Jin laughing even more at the comment.

“We’re camping, Poopsie, I want to catch a fish,” he defended. “Hey, at least I packed the tent,” he pointed out, the comment causing a smile to break through your stern expression. “I’m sorry,” he told you sincerely.

Leaning your forehead against his chest, you draped your arms around his body. “It’s ok,” you forgave, hiding a smile against his shirt as you did so.

“You know,” he started, piquing your interest. “There is enough room for both of us,” he told you, “you know, in the one sleeping bag.” Well, that really was your only option at that point.

However, the tone of his voice and the quickness of his solution alerted you to a certain purposefulness to his indiscretion. “Did you do this on purpose?” You asked, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“What?” He let out a huff of air as if offended by your question. “Of course not.”

“Oh, ok,” you accepted his answer easily. “I was just thinking it would be kind of romantic if you did,” you shrugged, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh?” He questioned in surprise, you humming in response as you continued to kiss along his face and jaw. A few moments of silence went by, you trailing the kisses down his neck, the man’s arms tightening around you.

“Well actually, you know, maybe I did plan-”

“Jin!”

chill

I choose to trust. I choose to believe. No matter what reasons I may have to be skeptical, anxious, and insecure, no matter how very valid those reasons are… I still choose to trust. In love. In friendship. In success. In luck and in hope. In a better future for me, surrounded by those I love. I choose my own future. I won’t let anxiety and trauma choose it for me.