LIGHT OF MY DARK WORLD.

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[ ✿ ]   5:30 pm   — 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 

there’s a wistful quietness in the air. under the fading clouds of midsummer’s sky, you and jaemin lie, side-by-side in a sea of grass; uncut and cold against your skins. your bikes lay asleep somewhere atop the great green hill, bags tossed aside, only jaemin’s half-zipped to let breathe a bunch of wild daisies you picked together by the whispering creak. 

“do you believe in happily ever after?” 

jaemin turns to you with a silent gaze, letting dissolve in his mind your question. for a while, he doesn’t speak yet you could feel his eyes on you. you like to feel his eyes on you.

“depends,” jaemin says, voice soft and cool, “are you in the story?”

you turn to meet his gaze, puzzled. “why does it matter?”

he smirks. “it matters. because you could be the misunderstood villain to my nineties coming-of-age movie, or the object of affection to my slow-burn eight hundred paged romance novel.”

there’s a softness in jaemin’s eyes that you can’t quite comprehend; the kind that steals your breath; the kind that makes your heart shudder. maybe his eyes are not the only parts of him that you like on you. maybe his hands too when he caresses your cheek and tells you; 

“either way, it’s not a story if you’re not in it.”

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[3:19 pm]

(cw: cursing like right off the bat)

“Shit!” You heard husband!Yuta curse.

“Are you okay?” You called out.

“I’m good!” He called back, obviously lying but he didn’t sound hurt so he must be fine. He had on multiple occasions come running from one side of the house to the other to receive a kiss on something as small as a paper cut, no running this time.

For a good five minutes you heard various cupboards slamming closed, water running, scrubbing, and cursing. He had asked you a few times where you kept the bleach, the nail polish remover, and any other harsh stain remover. You sent him confused looks, praying he wasn’t deciding to make “potions” like he told you he used to do when he was a kid. You figured he might have spilled something and was trying to clean it up before you saw, after a few more minutes you sat up and made your way to the bathroom.

You knocked on the door, “You know not to mix chemicals right?”

The door flew open to reveal a flushed and panicked Yuta, “Of course I know, I was being careful.”

He held his hands behind his back and pressed a quick peck to your cheek, on his way to his phone that was charging. 

“Have you finished painting your nails yet? You usually show me once you’ve finished them.”

He hesitated for a second, body frozen, “I messed them up and I haven’t started over yet.”

“I can do them for you!” You reached for his hands, holding them in your own to lead him back to the bathroom where you kept the nail polish. Upon reaching the bathroom, you froze. “Why is there a huge black stain on our new bath mat?”

“So, funny story- hilarious even. I might have accidentally knocked over the nail polish and stained the rug.”

You took a deep breath, calming your annoyed thoughts, “It’s just a rug, next time please be more careful.” Yeah just a rug that had been placed there that very morning. Just a rug that took you almost two months to find because a certain husband of yours was picky about the feeling of the rugs because they would “feel weird” or “didn’t have enough bounce”- whatever that meant.

Yuta let out a sigh of relief, “At least you didn’t notice my wedding band!”

“What about your wedding band Yuta? Did you lose it again? That’s the third one in two years!” 

The first lost wedding band had been understandable, he was washing dishes and it happened to go down the drain. All good, no harm no foul. But the second band, that one had happened just a few months after the first. He lost it somewhere in the house, so you both tore the house apart looking for it. You checked between cushions after he said he stuck his hand there for a second, checked his pants pockets after he said he was reaching for his phone a lot, and even checked the shower drain despite knowing his ring could have never fallen in. This loss was the most annoying knowing that the ring was surely somewhere in the house, and it took almost 5 months for Yuta’s replacement ring to come in. Even more annoying when he would jokingly tease that he was a “free man” knowing damn well he could barely get through his proposal and his vows without a sob and shuddering breath leaving him every two minutes.

“Well, I guess this is better than losing it… I got nail polish on it and it’s not coming off.”

“Call the jeweler, I’m sure this will be a fun one for them.” 

He smiled nervously, making his way over to his phone. His eyes remained locked with yours, full of nerves and apprehension while the line rang, “You still love me right?”

“I guess I married you for a reason. You should go back to the store to get another rug since you’re so picky too.”

“Another couple outing- Yes, hi this is Nakamoto Yuta, I stained my ring- no, I didn’t lose another one.” He started.

Till death do you part, I guess.

uuuuuu mungkin tumblr be dropping hints now

“Maybe you’ve met the right person, but you’re just not ready to fall in love.”

— Unknown

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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!”

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