bts reacts: you ask them out
anon: Can you do a BTS reacts to You asking them out, instead of the other way around??
none of these gifs belong to me, i don’t have the talent. all credit to their original owners :)
this took me so long to do i’m sorry oml also they’re hichkey terrible i have writers block and exam studies rip my productivity
yoongi: he’d always been someone you’d been comfortable with, but for some reason, the prospect of actually going up and saying what you wanted to say seemed daunting, to say the least- so after that, the only viable option was by text. maybe not the most intimate of choices, but it seemed like the best option at the time. he’d be confused at first, messaging something along the lines of;
this wasn’t meant for me, was it?
if you hadn’t answered, he’d message again for clarification. no more than once, any more than that was quite frankly unacceptable.
whether it was meant for me or not, the answer would be yes. just in case.
hoseok: i’m going to try and make this the least cheesy that i can, okay?”
“why so serious all of a sudden?” he joked, nudging you slightly. “where did ___ go and who is this impostor?”
“please?” he nodded solemnly in response as if to say, ‘go on, i’m listening.’
“would you ever consider going out- with you know, me?” the words were a little garbled and seemed to run over one another, but he understood nonetheless.
“what, really? you mean, on like, a date?”
“yes? if not, it’s absolutely fine, i understand- i just thought that maybe-”
“yes, of course i will! what else would i have said?”
namjoon: “so let’s say, hypothetically speaking-”
“ahh, hypothetically speaking. okay.”
“hypothetically speaking-” you ignored him and carried on. “if i were to say to you, hypothetically speaking, of course-”
“if someone, i don’t know, asked you if you wanted to go out one day to, you know, maybe grab some coffee and talk about the world, then hypothetically speaking, how would you reply to that?” his lips were pressed together into a smile, as he rested his head on his hand and his elbow on the arm of the sofa.
“well- hypothetically speaking,” he added, “i’d say of course, what day and what time- but you know. hypothetically.”
seokjin: it was when you were both the slightest bit tipsy; just intoxicated enough to be little lax with what you were saying, but sober enough for it to not be garbled and nonsensical.
“do you ever think about what we’d be like?” he sighed against your chest as you lazily played with his hair, both of you too tired to do anything that involved inputting any more energy than that.
“what d’you mean, we? you mean, like us? together?”
“something like that.”
“sometimes.” he admitted. “i like to think about what it would be like to hold your hand. i like to think about if you’d give good hugs or not- does that count?”
jungkook: you hadn’t even meant to. the words just hung in the air and you gaped at them, as if, if you kept your mouth open for long enough then they would magically go back to being unspoken and become forgotten about.
“i, uh- i wasn’t meant to say that.” at those words, his face fell a little, and he cocked his head.
“you didn’t? not at all?” the only way you could describe the way he looked was a hurt puppy that had been left out in the rain. “oh.” his head hung slightly, and he almost looked disappointed.
“no- it’s just- it’s not that i didn’t mean it, i just- i wasn’t supposed to tell you yet.”
“so you did mean it? cause if the offer still stands, then i would have totally said yes.”
jimin: it had been going on for two weeks, the not stop stream of friends, family, and just random people with which you have a faint acquaintance with just asking where the two of you even stood with each other at this point. it would always end in the same way, resulting in the two of you being reduced to blushing and stammering messes of protest net to each other, promptly followed by an awkwardly long hour that avoided the elephant in the room.
“what am i to you?” you said out of the blue, one day. “what are we?”
“what do you want us to be?” he tipped lightly, carefully, cautiously, as if there were invisible boundaries that had been laid out and he was scared of crossing them.
“me? i like the idea of us. you and me, together. is- what about you?”
taehyung: “you’re my best friend, right?”
“best, best friend.” he agreed. “the best of the best. the prime. the creme de la creme. the very, very best.”
“and you love me for it.” he beamed, leaning a little to the side to temporarily rest his head on your shoulder.
“oh yeah? what makes you think that?”
“i just do. i know that you love me, you love me-” he teased in a singsong voice, his head swaying side to side, still with an annoyingly angelic smile painted onto his face. “you like me, you love me, you like me-”
“you’re a child, i hope you know that.”
“you like me, you love me-”
“yeah, i do.”
“told you.” the words didn’t even have the smallest hint of arrogance when coming from him. they just seemed to be full of happy triumph. “i told you, i told you-”
“no, i mean- i like you.”
“i know you do- wait, really?”
you see they either end up really short or really long i don’t even know why tae’s was so much longer rip
i hope this was okay, anon :) requests are open, as long as its fluff i gOtChU
thanks for reading!