annyong!!!!!!

BTS as tourists in the States (N.Y)
  • Jimin: Okay guys so first we are going to the MET and then we'll take some pictures at time square, and then-
  • Namjoon: Jiminie...Stop, I want to live my life and in order to do that I NEED to go to Brooklyn right now and see where Biggie got shot.
  • Suga: He got shot in L.A.
  • Jungkook: Yeah L.A MAN! WHOO!
  • Suga: I'm going to the hotel. I feel pretty jet-lagged.
  • Jin: You have to be kidding me. We were in Canada. They basically have the same time zones.
  • Suga: Doesn't change the fact that I'm tired.
  • Jimin: No Suga! If you leave you're going to fuck up my itinerary! We need an even number to go on all the rides at Deno's!
  • Jungkook: DENO'S NEW YORK YASSS!
  • Jin: But we have seven.
  • Jimin: (Thinks) You can go Yoongs
  • Taehyung: I'm hungry.
  • Namjoon: We just asked you if you wanted to eat at the a pizza place and you said no.
  • Taehyung: I wasn't hungry then.
  • Jin: Okay Tae, there's a Dunkin' Donuts coming up, we'll stop at the next exit.
  • Taehyung: I'm not hungry for that. I want a burger.
  • Jungkook: IN AND OUT YESSS! FUCK YEAH L.A WHOOO!
  • Suga: Jk.We. Are. In. NEW YORK!!
  • Jungkook: America!1 Yass FUCK YEASS ARMY WHOOO!!
  • Jimin: As soon as we get Tae's food we are back on the road. We are on a tight schedule.
  • Hoseok: Jimin you need to relax.
  • Jimin: I can't relax. We have a day to see the whole city! We gotta be Hustle and Bustle Bangtan Boys today.
  • Taehyung: Annyong, we are Hustle and Bustle Bangtan Boys! Haha, that should have been our name.
  • Namjoon: Our fans would be B.L.A.S.T instead of A.R.M.Y
  • JUNGKOOK: BWAHAHAHHAH! B.L.A.S.T!! USA, USA USA!!! USA! WHOO-
  • Jungkook is knocked out by all of the members at the same time. He dreams of in and out burger and the Hollywood sign
  • ~Armygirl

Annyong! Thanks for tagging along with me in MysMe hell. To celebrate 350 followers, here’s another smiling Saeran. Red head this time. Spent all day on this 😥.

a near complete list of anons

it’s been a long time since anybody last made a complete list, so i decided to. these blogs might not even be active, but they’re still here. i don’t know. if you or someone you know isn’t on here, tell me!

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anonymous asked:

Annyong. 💙 xd he visto que haces trabajos muy shidoris...¿crees que podrías hacer un moodpad...o algo así de Wigetta o StaxxBy? No importa de quién sea:) Muchas gracias de antemano. 💕💕

Awwh  💕

Aquí tienes, de nada que para esto estamos 💕

SI QUIERES UNO SOLO ENVÍA ASK!

Birthday Kiss

“What, no birthday hug?” Minhyuk appears behind you, making you jump.

“Happy birthday,” You smile, leaning into his chest, his open arms waiting for you. He holds you tightly and you squeeze him back, inhaling his unique Minhyuk smell.

You don’t want to let him go, you want to stay in his arms all day, feeling his hands on your back, rubbing soft circles in a way that makes you think he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.

He’s warm, and solid, and he smells good, and you’re painfully in love with the boy.

He starts to laugh when you cling on tighter as he tries to pull away. “Come on, koala bear, we’re going to be late!” He pries you off him and slings his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards your next class,

“Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Hmmm,” he fake thinks, “Almost. I haven’t got a birthday kiss yet!”

The thought makes your face heat up, you’d love nothing more than to give him a birthday kiss, slow and sweet. And that kiss would open the door to whatever else you wanted to do to him, sweet, and otherwise.

“Shame,” you answer, your eye on the classroom door. You can almost hear the whispers already.

Everyone knows exactly how mad for Minhyuk you are, except Minhyuk himself, and you’ve been the talk of the class for some months now, as you become more and more desperate, and he more and more oblivious.

Minhyuk pushes it open, holding it for you to go through, his hand leading you in on your lower back.

Eyes flicker towards the pair of you and then to their neighbours, hands fly to cover mouths as whispers begin, wondering if you’ve confessed, or if he’s cheating on his girlfriend with you.

Because it’s not you he’s wanting a birthday kiss from. It’s her. His girlfriend of three weeks.

You don’t want to hate her, you know that anyone Minhyuk chooses to spend his time with must be wonderful and lovely. And that much is true; the little time you’ve spent with your best friend’s girl you’ve seen her sweet nature, her sense of humour, and her very pretty smile that she nervously covers with her hand when she laughs.

But you can’t like her. You can’t stop the uncomfortable flip of your stomach when he talks about her. Or the uneasy thundering of your heart when he lets go of you to take her hand instead. And that acidic bubble of jealousy that leaps up your throat and threatens to spill out in angry words when he kisses her goodbye, the softest of pecks, followed by a shy giggle from both of them.

It makes your skin prickle just to think about the fact that someone else gets to share all the secret little intimate parts of himself that only you should know. Soon this new girl would know more about him than you would.

You clench your fists at the thought, denting your soft palms with your nails, trying to ignore the speculation of your classmates as you make your way to your seat.

“Catch you after class,” Minhyuk grins, making his own way to his seat, squeezing your shoulder.

You drop into your seat with a soft sigh, catching the attention of your friend, already sat in her seat next to the window, “What’s up? Is it Minhyuk?”

“It’s his birthday today.”

“And that’s a bad thing because…?”

“Because he wants a birthday kiss.”

“Then give him one!”

“Not from me,” You slam your bag on the table and tug out your books, “from his girlfriend.” You sneer. You hate being like this, bitter and jealous, but you can’t help it. You were there first, you’ve loved him longer, and maybe even more than she does, it’s not fair you should be the one making him smile and giving him birthday kisses.

She shrugs, “Give him one anyways. If he freaks out you can say it’s a birthday kiss nothing more, if he doesn’t, then you’re in.”

You wish you had the guts to try it out, but the thought still makes you smile.

You have to sit through an hour of class, leaning your cheek on your fist, bored out of your mind, wishing you were still tucked into bed. Maybe tucked into Minhyuk while you’re at it.

But finally, you’re allowed to slink out, like a line of weary sheep, not having digested the majority of the information during the fifty-minute class. No one can blame you, it’s been a long week, and you only managed to drag yourself out of bed this morning with the promise that it is finally Friday

And Minhyuk is quick to find you again, his warm hand settling on your waist as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And for the two of you, it is.

You’ve always been close, and he’s never been shy about showing his affection towards you physically, in the form of back hugs, front hugs, hand holding and tugging your body into his at every opportunity.

It’s probably one of the reasons you’ve fallen so hard for him, the constant affection made it so much easier for you to close your eyes and pretend you were together.

“You’re coming over tonight right?” His voice snaps you out of your own mind.

“For?”

“For my birthday party! We’ve literally been talking about this for weeks!”

“Oh yeah.” An entire evening of watching Minhyuk snuggling up with his girl, getting cosier and cosier as the night goes on. “Not sure if I’m up to it, Hyukkie.”

He stops dead in the hallway, stalling you with him, “What?!” Eyes swivel towards you too at his outburst, “You can’t bail on me! Apart from me you’re the most important person going!”

“Mmm.”

“What does ‘mmm’ mean? If it doesn’t mean ‘Of course I’m coming!’ then I’m going to drag you there myself.”

“Minhyuk I’m tired! School is tiring me out! Life is tiring me out.” You whine.

He shakes you a little, your hips banging together. “You’re such a moaner. Please come? I’ll be so lonely without you!”

“You’ve got plenty of friends Minhyuk, you won’t even notice I’m not there.”

***

You feel guilty, abandoning him after his pleading, whining, and eventually his aegyo to try and tempt you. But you had stuck hard to your decision, stomping to your room after school and throwing yourself onto your bed instead of picking out an outfit for the night.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, and why twist your already broken heart?

Your ceiling stares back at you. “Shut up.” You mumble, turning over on your bed. “I’m not going, I can’t watch them.”

You sulk for the next few hours, picking your way through your food, mumbling when your mum asks you why you’re not heading over to Minhyuk’s.

“Don’t really feel like it.”

She narrows her eyes, not believing you, but lets you get away with it.

You ignore the texts he sends you, the cute pouty pictures he spams you with, even the video of him yelling over the music for you to get your butt over there.

And when you phone rings you don’t answer it, going to shove it under your pillow before catching the contact name flashing on your screen.

“Eunkwang?”

“Annyong!” He cries down the phone. “Come to the party! The birthday boy is sulking without his favourite!”

“I’m not his favourite Eunkwang.”

“Of course you are! Come on he’s got no one to cling on to.”

“That’s what his girlfriend’s for.”

“She’s not here! She bailed, she’s sick.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes! Come over now!”

“Alright, I’m on my way.”

Eunkwang picks you up himself, eager to show off his driving skills, chatting your ear off the whole way, telling you what you’ve missed, who’s at the party, and who isn’t. “I didn’t tell him I was coming to get you, it’ll be a nice surprise.”

You grin, “You think?”

“Yeah! He loves you!”

You glance out the window, smashing your cheek against the cold window. “If only.”

Eunkwang punches your arm. “Of course he does.” He turns back to the road, glancing at you briefly. “He doesn’t talk about her half as much as he talks about you.”

“Shut up,” But you’re smiling out the window.

Eunkwang laughs. “I’m serious. That boy is crazy about you, even if he can’t see it himself.” He pulls into Minhyuk’s drive, switching the engine off. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

***

“You came!” Minhyuk jumps to his feet, running into a table in his eagerness. He swears, holding his bruised shin with a cry. “It’s ok,” he insists, seeing you rush over to him, unable to contain your laughter. Up close you can see the tears in his eyes, “I’m fine.” He laughs with you, wincing when he puts his leg down.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah but I’m your idiot.” He grins, pulling you close.

“I have something for you.” You mumble into his chest on impulse.

“What is it?” His eyes, still sparkling with pain induced tears search you face as he pulls back.

“Not here, is your room free?”

“Sure! Unless Ilhoon’s dragged a poor girl in there.” He giggles at the thought.

He slips his hand into yours, pulling you upstairs, away from the loud music and into the quiet of his familiar bedroom.

The times you’ve studied here together, played video games, card games and even drinking games, bitched about school, grades, friends, exes, life.

It seems different now, smaller, but maybe it’s because you two are both bigger, and there’s a girlfriend shaped space between the two of you now.

You wonder if she’s lay in that bed with him, making out, doing things his parents don’t know about, things he hasn’t told you about.

But you shake your head, if you keep thinking like that you won’t do what you’re planning to.

“What do you have for me?” His face is puzzled, but anticipating, eyes bright waiting for what you’re about to give him. Always anticipating when it comes to you.

It strengthens your resolve and you close the space between you, rising on your tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Your heart is racing like crazy, knowing you’re crossing a boundary in your friendship that you won’t be able to return from. But you don’t care, you’re kissing Minhyuk, and it’s all you ever wanted.

You drop back down to the flats of your feet, still close enough to him to feel his quick breath on your lips. “You said you wanted a birthday kiss.” You whisper, eyes stuck on his, trying to read his reaction.

They’re wide in shock, his lips parted, on the edge of saying something.

But his lips close again, and, determined, he kisses you back, pulling you in with his hand on the back of your neck.

Your body sinks into his, chests touching and his other hand finds your hip, dragging you even closer. His lips open yours, claiming you with open mouthed kisses, his hot breath filling your mouth, clouding your brain.

Fingers run up his chest, his skin burning beneath his shirt on your fingertips.

You pull back, half in surprise. “Minhyuk,” you gasp, breathless, your face on fire, “your girlfriend.”

A flash of guilt crosses his face as he looks down away, still holding you tightly to his body. But his eyes find you again, his voice low when he says, “She’s not you.”

You should feel the same guilt, should push him away and tell him that until they’re over nothing can happen between you two. But you are absolutely love drunk on him, and the last thing you want to do is push him way, put more space between the pair of you.

He kisses you again, sweetly on your lips, down on your jaw and softly, so much so you barely feel it, on your neck.

“Minhyuk,” you breathe again, the spot where he kissed sending sparks of electricity through your body.

He kisses the same spot, harder, “I want you to say my name like that again.” His voice is still deep and low, vibrating against your skin where his mouth lies. His teeth graze softly, his mouth curling to a smirk when he hears you draw in breath, “All night.”

You nod enthusiastically, whimpering when his warmth leaves you to lock his door.

He turns back, gripping your hips and hoisting you up so your legs wrap around him, and walking you to his bed. “I never imagined you would want me like this.” he admitted, laying you down on his bed, crawling over you.

“Why on earth wouldn’t I want you? That’s crazy!”

He hides his head in your shoulder, your cute Minhyuk again, “I don’t know.” He giggles.

You pull his head up to look at you. “I want you.” You affirm, in a serious voice. “Very, very much.”

He grins, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons, kissing you again. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“I’m sure. So sure.” His hand runs down your waist and under your top, creeping his hand over your warm stomach. His lips find yours, moving against them slowly, as if you two have forever to do this.

Maybe you do.

This took so crazy long I’m so sorry, but it’s Minhyukkie’s birthday today so I thought this was a good time to do this request. It is currently un-spellchecked and I took some artistic liberties, and it was more suggestive than actual smut, but I hope it resembles something like what you wanted!!!

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I always kept the door open for you, y'know? Sometimes, I’d even thought I heard you walk by…

I waited for you to show up but weeks turned into months and I just– 

You stupid– my stupid vampire!

You’re really never coming back, are you?

My Photo Op Experience with SEVENTEEN
  • SEVENTEEN: Annyong
  • Me: Annyong
  • *Walks up to seat which is in front of Seungkwan and Vernon*
  • Seungkwan: Where are you from ?
  • Me: New Zealand
  • Vernon: Obviously
  • (Seungkwan Stares at Vernon with a stank face)
  • Hahaha, I love these two because they are funny when they are paired together ... Also Vernon's Accent sounds better in real life and looks different closer too