BTS reaction: finding their s/o asleep with their solo song playing because he/she wants to hear their voice *requested*
This one was really cute! i hope you like it!
When Jin saw you curled in a ball on the sofa with headphones on he’d feel sad. You had stayed up waiting for him and you were so tired you fell asleep.
So he placed his things down and walked over to your sleeping form. He took your headphones if of you and heard a familiar voice singing. His.
Your were listening to Awake on repeat, because you missed his voice. He sighed and pause the song before picking you up and kissing your forehead. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting Love
Yoongi was beyond tired when he came home in the early hours of the morning. He was so tired he nearly walked right past you pass out on the floor. (You had fallen off the couch)
He raised an eyebrow before wallowing over to you, lifting you up slowly. That’s when your headphones fell off and he could hear First Love playing through the device.
He carried you to bed before coming back to the living room to grab your phone and headphones. He felt bad as he saw First Love on repeat. Did you miss him that much? You must have. He made a mental note to try and call you or get home earlier from now on.
Dance practice had run very very late. And by late it was almost 4am. So when Hobi snuck into the house only to see you passed out on the couch he’d feel awful. As he walked closer he saw you were fast asleep with headphones on.
Slowly he lifted them off your head, not wanting to wake you. But as he did he heard Mama ring through them. Aww baby i’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. He would mentally kick himself for not coming home sooner. So you could hear his voice instead of the recording.
Namjoon walked into your shared apartment at 3 am exactly. With the comeback soon her had to stay late at the studio to produce more tracks. He figured you would be asleep (and you were) but not where he was expecting.
You were asleep on half on the sofa and half on the floor. To be honest it looks like you slipped off in your sleep. God you’re as clumsy as i am.
He picked you up with ease but did not see your headphones and they fell off and landed with a loud clatter. Dammit Namjoon but to his surprise you were a heavy sleeper. But he was curious to what you were listening to and saw that you had Reflection on repeat.
He pouted, you must have had it on repeat cause you missed him i’m sorry baby girl.
Jimin got home late… or well early technically. It was 5am. He was practicing so much he lost track of time. That was the third time this week. So when he opened the door to your share room to see you cuddling his pillow with headphone on his heart fluttered and sunk.
Fluttered cause how cute you looked and that you were holding his pillow. Sunk because you were cuddling his pillow which meant you missed him. He quickly showered and came back to the room and over to you. He lifted your headphones off and heard Lie blaring through them. God you missed me that much kitten . He’d tuck you into bed before crawling in himself and pulling you close
Tae had stayed late at the studio to record for one of their new tracks. He’d felt bad because he hadn’t seen you much in these past few weeks. With the comeback soon and different photo shoots you- much to his sadness- were put on the back burner.
He walked into your shared home, hoping you would be asleep. And you were in fact you were passed out at the kitchen table with your phone next you you. Stigma was playing softly through the speaker. Aww Y/N baby, i’m so sorry. Ill spend the rest of the week with you ok?”
He didn’t get an answer cause you were still asleep. He turned off the speaker and picked you up and brought you to bed.
He had stayed late at the studio and then went to the practice room after. By the time he was done there he decided to work out at the gym for a bit. By the time he left he was not only exhausted but it was 4:30am.
He walked into your shared room after taking a shower. Expecting you to be snug under the cover. But instead he found you passed out on the floor a bunch of pictures of you and him, some with the boys some with your friends. Begin playing through your speaker and just as the song ended it started again.
He felt guilty for keeping you waiting that long. And slowly picked you up and tucked you and himself into bed.
I am literally in love with that video, especially Jimin’s fancam…I’ve seen it way too many times and decided, the only way to get over it is to take funny screenshots from the video..I admit it was really hard..
I’ve always loved that part when they kicked the air but I can say that I’m over it after this picture :) Jimin still looks good tho
Tae looks so done
The “when you suddenly see a spider on the floor” picture
“I wish I was this tall…”
When you lose your glasses and panic
Tae contemplating life in middle of a performance…same Tae…same…
It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.
You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.
And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”
You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”
You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.
“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.
“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.
You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.
The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.
And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.
We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.
And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.
I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.
“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.
It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.
“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.
“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.
“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.
And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.
I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.
To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.
I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.
“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”
And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.
I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.
Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.
I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.
“No, no I wasn’t.”
I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.
And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.
the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my
fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting
on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.
came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see
anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything
was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears,
but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my
breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around
the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.
I had a really cool experience with this sachet! Until now, this sachet has been charging in a black drawstring bag with money, corresponding tarot cards, and an enchanted devil’s shoestring (so charging for about 3~4 days). Today, when I decided to use my tarot cards and check on the sachet, immediately after opening the black bag & smelling the sachet, I noticed a gold coin on my floor (the one pictured)… I have never owned a $1 James Monroe coin before and I had just vacuumed so I have no idea how it got there! Immediately, I knew I had to share!!! I was going to wait until I had used it in my new serving job, but this was way to cool! It smells amazing and has lots of strong energy~!
Chamomile : Money
Patchouly : Money
Basil : Wealth
Elder : Prosperity
Lemon Balm : Success
Bay Leaf : To write your sigil
Enchant all of your herbs as necessary. On a bay leaf, create a sigil or write out intention. I personally created a sigil based off the intention. “I will make good money.” Burn the bay leaf and then add to enchanted herbs. Place into sachet and DONE!
To make this sachet more effective…
Bind with green ribbon/lace
Burn a green candle while creating this Sachet
How I charged my sachet…
I think how I charged this sachet largely influences its energy! I placed my sachet in a black drawstring bag (you could also wrap in cloth or put in larger jar) with the following items:
Money (I just put $2)
King of Pentacles
Ace of Pentacles
VII of Pentacles
Page of Pentacles
X of Pentacles
IX of Pentacles
Enchanted Devil’s Shoestring
The longer you charge your sachet, the more effective it will be! I hope everyone has positive results!