just give him a moment to miss them

Signs Figuring Out They Love Someone If They Were Book Characters

Aries: S/he was laying in my arms. Forehead sweaty, body limp. I realized that at that moment, I’d miss her/him. I couldn’t live without them. I brushed my finger across his/ her lips and felt his/ her steady breathe

Taurus: S/he stuffed a double double in n out burger in his/her mouth, and kept it down with a swig of chocolate shake. Wow. S/he was beautiful

Gemini: S/he just wouldn’t give up on me. I was infuriating person, why didn’t they run like the rest of them did? I traced my fingers along his/ her hand

Cancer: I look up and s/he is sitting there in front me doing nothing significant. S/he looks back and I get lost in those warm, but excitatory eyes wondering how I got so lucky to have him/her in my life

Leo: S/he came out of the dressing room and struck a pose. Whoah. S/he was hot. Hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen, maybe even hotter than me. Definitely hotter than me. I wanted to stare at them for eternity, but also rip those clothes off

Virgo: Close your eyes s/he said. I closed my eyes. Breathe s/he said. I breathed. S/he held me as I calmed down. S/he always made sure I was alright

Libra: S/he was so talkative. But I didn’t mind; i wasn’t much of a talker anyways and I loved the way s/he got excited about every little thing. His/ her eyes would glow and his/ her mouth would turn up in a wonderful smile

Scorpio: We danced together, without Jesus between us. It wasn’t scandalous, it was a slow dance. My eyes were closed and I breathed in his/ her scent. My muscles relaxed and I pressed into him/ her, always wanting to be closer

Sagittarius: I screamed at the top of my lungs, then became ultra aware of him/ her next to me and fell silent. But, s/he screamed in return into the empty land in front of us. His/ her voice cracked suddenly, and s/he turned to me, blushing fiercely and all I wanted to do was gather him/ her in my arms

Capricorn: We sat together, our shoulders barely touching as we read different books in comfortable silence. The fire was warm and the blanket held us together as if we were holding hands

Aquarius: S/he told me to shut the hell up for the millionth time, like everyone else did. i got pissed at him/ her like I did to everyone else. But, when s/he broke into a smile I did as well until we were on the ground, holding each other and laughing

Pisces: There were a million different lights glowing: The lights from the rides at the fair, the glow from the stars in the sky, but the best glow was the sparkle that radiated from his/ her eyes whenever we were together

Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

I can’t do an under the cut because I’m on my phone but I figured I’d give an update about my feelings on MEA so mild vague spoilers ahead!

I was wrong about Liam. The one awkward moment of him pumping bullets into the Kett body was just one forced awkward interaction. Since then he’s been nothing but sweet, sarcastic and gung-ho about everything. He also had a good family life with two parents who were lawyers and cried himself to sleep at night sometimes because he misses them so much.

I didn’t WANT to romance the first character I encountered, but….

Imagine having a daughter with Jax from a one night stand and your friends freaking out when he comes to her birthday party.

Originally posted by huntingxbird

(Yes this was utterly inspired by the scene in The Kids Are Alright from Supernatural. I just couldn’t resist.)

You knew the moment Jax arrived as you heard your daughter squeal and saw her take off running out of the corner of your eye.

“Daddy!” She screamed making Jax laugh.

“Hey baby girl.” He told her as he lifted her into his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too daddy.” She told him as she hugged him tight. You couldn’t help smiling as you watched them and tried one more time to move the drink cooler that you’re just refilled before finally giving up.

“Jax, can you help me with this?” You called.

“Sure thing darlin’. Be right there.” He told you before setting your daughter on the ground. “I’ll come play in a bit ok princess? I gotta help mommy first.”

“Ok.” She told him with a frown.

“Come on, you can’t be sad at your own birthday party.” He told her before he stuck out her tongue and made her giggle again. As Jax helped you finish arranging everything you happened to overhear some of your friends talking.

“That’s Jax? I thought (Daughter’s Name)’s dad was a biker.” One of them said.

“No!” Another gasped in shock. “She’d never go for that.”

“You haven’t heard the story? They hooked up at a party. She insists he was the best she ever had. Apparently he’s huge.” The first replied.

“No wonder she doesn’t date. I mean look at him. Who could turn down that.” The second laughed as you couldn’t help groaning, mentally noting to have a talk with them later.

“You ok babe?” He asked.

“Yeah my friends just aren’t exactly subtle.” You replied.

“I heard em. Sounds like you’ve been bragging about me.” He teased.

“Don’t let your ego get too big Teller. Your head might explode.” You retorted before turning to go.

“Whatever you say darlin’.” He chuckled as he smacked your ass.

“Jackson!” You exclaimed as you could hear your friends whispering.

“Daddy nice hands!” You heard your daughter scold making you burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry baby girl mommy liked it.” Jax laughed.

“You’re horrible.” You told him.

“I know. You still keep letting me in the house for some reason though.” He joked. “Come on, I’ll help you set the rest up.”

“Alright.” You agreed. “You know the other moms are probably not going to stop talking about that for weeks.”

“Let em. It’s not our probablem if they need a hobby.” He told you.

“Believe me them realizing you’re a biker is the most interesting thing to happen in their lives for a long time.” You laughed.

“Maybe I should visit more often then.” He laughed.

“You know you’re always welcome.” You told him with a smile before talking a tray of food outside trying to ignore the looks all the other mothers were giving you. Lord save you from all the crap you were going to get later.

The One:

“Hey Love, I was thinking about giving a dinner. Maybe we could invite your old Pack?” I asked my fiancé and looked up from unpacking all our stuff.
“Hm. If you want now Collage Students in our House who are all crazy and anoying, sure.” Grinning like always I took his hands and kissed him.
“Yeah, I promise you won´t have to tell them you missed them.”
“Oh shut up.” 
Just in this moment Talia started crying and you let go to get her.
“Hey there Baby girl. Momma´s here, Dada´s here and we´re in your new home.” I said and kissed her nose which made her squeak a little.

Derek stood in the doorframe arms crossed with a small smile on his face.
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Good to know, since we´re going to be married.” I smiled and handed him Talia.

About three or four weeks later the House was ready and all baby proof.
Derek was over protecting like he always was and the sweetest dad ever.
He didn´t mind you inviting Sheriff Stilinski and Mama McCall. 
Funny story by the way. 
Talia had a cold and an overacting Derek freaked out and took you to the Hospital and Melissa had night shift. Well the rest is history.

“Baby? Table´s ready, anything else I can do?” Derek asked and kissed my cheek.
“Aw, thank you. Uhm, you could get Talia dressed.” 
“Aye, Captain.” He laughed.

I took a deep breath and smiled. 
This was going to be a great night I knew it as the doorbell rang.

“Sheriff, Melissa.” Wow, that was mine, always speaky.
I shook my head and greeted the pair.
“God, Talia grew up so fast.”Melissa said and “stole” her from Derek.
“No. She´ll never grow up.” Derek growled and glared at her little head like that would help.
“Well, she´s a daddy´s girl.” 
John and Derek started talking about kids and growing up.
“Okay, so the stronger gender is about to explode. Can I help you, Y/N?
“No, thanks, so do you know when Scott and Stiles are going to be here?”
“Nah, but I guess they will be here in no time. You know, free food.”
We bursted out laughing when the bell rang.

“Wait a minute! You´re a DAD?” I heard a voice shouting.
“Yeah, so?”

God this was going to be so good.

Comfort [REQUEST]

Ah, my first request! I hope it did it justice and you are happy with the scenario kpopandanimelover :)

Baekhyun paced the length of the rehearsal room, barely able to contain his excitement as he waited for you to answer the phone. Their choreographer was so impressed with how hard all the members were working that he had decided to give them the rest of the afternoon off. In a spur of the moment decision, he decided to call you up and take you out for dinner and a movie. It had been so long since you had just gone out and done boyfriend/girlfriend things and Baekhyun was really missing you.

You answered after a long period of ringing, making him squeak slightly in excitement. “Babe, we’re going on a date. Put on that beautiful outfit you bought last week. I’ll be round to pick you up in an hour!”

“Oh Baek,” you sighed before breaking out into a coughing fit.

Baekhyun just looked at his phone with a frown and then held it back up to his ear. “Are you ok?” he asked in concern, his pacing stopping with each slowing step.

You finally stopped coughing and cleared your throat. “Today’s not so good for me Baek. I think I’ve come down with the flu,” you told him, your voice distinctly weaker than usual.

Leaning against the mirrored wall, Baekhyun ran a hand through his hair and sighed away from his phone. All of his excitement instantly drained out of his body, leaving him to just slump his shoulders and drop the corners of his smile sadly. “Do you need anything?” he asked softly.

“No I’m just going to take a nap on the sofa. I’m sorry about the date, can I get a rain check?” you asked him, the optimism audible in your voice which made Baekhyun smile a little bit.

“Of course babe! Hope you feel better soon!” He told you he loved you and then hung up, grabbing his bag and heading for the showers.

You woke up from your nap to someone banging on your door loudly. Groaning to yourself, you got to your feet, knocking a pile of used tissues to the floor in the process. Your blanket formed a little cloak as you slowly moved towards the persistent knocking. “Ok, ok! I’m coming!” you said tiredly before breaking out into a coughing fit.

Opening the door, you were surprised to see Baekhyun on the other side, a grocery bag in one hand and a mask over his nose and mouth. “Please don’t cough on me. Manager-hyung would kill me if I got ill.”

You coughed a final time into your blanket and then wrapped it tighter around your body as you let him into your house. “What are you doing here Baekhyun?” you asked, closing the door while he took his shoes off.

“I’m here to take care of my girlfriend,” he said through his mask, holding up the bag in his hand. “I have all your favourite foods with me, including the biggest tub of cookie dough ice cream they had in the store.” He took your hand and slowly led you back to your sofa.

“Baekhyun, you shouldn’t be here,” you moaned softly, pulling the blanket up to your mouth to cough again. “I don’t want you to get ill.”

He pulled you down on the sofa beside him and made sure you were all tucked up in your blanket. “As long as I don’t kiss you, which is slightly problematic seeing as you look beautiful even with the flu, I think I’ll be ok,” he joked, pulling everything out of the bag, including the ice cream and two spoons. “We all got the rest of the day off and I wanted to spend it with you, regardless of whether you are ill or not.”

“Thank you babe,” you replied, resting you head on his chest while he handed you a spoon and opened the ice cream. “And I am really sorry about the date. Trust me to get ill when you get a day off.”

Soothingly he ran a hand through your hair and pulled you closer into his side. “Just get better babe. There will be other days off, don’t worry,” he told you, his voice although slightly muffled by the mask, still melodious and comforting. “Now what’s on TV at this time of day?” he asked to himself, grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels while you tucked into the ice cream, the coldness comforting your sore throat.

In the end he settled on an old black and white comedy. You nuzzled in closer and picked up his spoon to feed him ice cream. “I love you Baekhyunnie,” you told him earnestly, looking him straight in his beautiful brown eyes.

He pulled down his mask and swallowed the ice cream with a smile on his face. “Oh you are just too cute. Forget manager-hyung!” In a flash, he dipped his head and pressed his lips against yours, the touch gentle and delicate. Almost in the same breath, he pulled back and pulled his mask back up, leaving you to recover from your breathlessness. “Now stop looking at me with that beautiful face and watch the film!”

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{ His confession had left you really confused about your own feelings and what to do with them. It takes you a whole week to figure things out and to find the courage to face him one last time. ALL THE BOYS / ANGST + FLUFF + A LITTLE SMUT (well, not smut smut , just a hint?! XD) - a little bit of everything I guess 


**as always, not proof read, don’t mind the errors, please


Your heart was beating fast in your chest, your hands trembling from the nervousness, your legs threatening to give in any moment now. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, closing your eyes to try and calm your nerves down.
You heard the door unlock and you opened your eyes, finding him looking at you with a surprised expression.
You bit your bottom lip feeling like your heart was going to explode soon.
“Hey, Y/N, is something wrong?” he looked at you perplexed before placing one of his hands on your cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb.
You looked freaked out, pale, and on the verge of a crisis and his heart was clenching at the thought of something bad happening to you.
“Did… did you mean what you told me last week?” you whispered, leaning in to his touch.
He furrowed his brows and grabbing your arm he made you enter the dorms so no one would hear you two talking in the corridor.
“About my feelings for you?” he asked, still pretty confused about the whole situation.
You nodded, your gaze falling to the ground, slightly regretting all of this.
“Of course I meant it…” he whispered, taking your hand in his, making you look up once more. His expression was unreadable and for the very first time since you knew him, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking in that moment.
“Why do you ask? Don’t you already have a boyfriend?” he asked, his brows furrowing again, his hand leaving yours all of a sudden.
You closed your eyes, you had expected this question and you didn’t know how this situation would make you look like but for the first time, you actually didn’t care.
“Not anymore” you said, opening your eyes again to watch his expression change slightly into a more confused one.
“I’m sorry to hear that…” he said, his voice a bit uncertain.
“Why would you be? Didn’t you say you had feelings for me?” you asked back, feeling less and less sure about your decision to go and talk to him.
“… I do have feelings for you… that’s why I want you to be happy” his voice was soft, his eyes betrayed the pain he was feeling for your current situation and you couldn’t help but tearing up at his words.
He did love you, so much so he didn’t even care if you had rejected him as long as you were happy.
“I don’t deserve someone like you” you whispered, your voice trembling while you struggled to keep the tears down. You hadn’t done anything else besides crying in front of him lately.
His hands found their way to your face again and he started stroking your cheeks, drying your face at the same time.
“Please, Y/N, stop crying. I can’t take it anymore…” his voice sounded broken, making you realize how many feelings were swirling inside of him as well, even though he was better at hiding them.
“I broke up with him” you said, sniffling loudly, your voice shaking “…because I’m in love with you.”
Saying you were scared was an euphemism: last time you had admitted your feelings for him he had rejected you and even though he was saying he had feelings for you, the cut was still too fresh to not be scared about his response to your confession.
He was looking at you, a bit taken aback from your words, until they registered in his mind and he realized that all of this was you coming back to him, choosing him.
He crashed his lips against yours, his arms encircling around you to make sure you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, all of his feelings exploding in his chest.
The moment his lips were on yours you felt your insides twist and your heartbeat increase rapidly in your chest.
Your hands found their way in his hair and you pulled him closer to you, trying to erase any distance between your bodies.
When he left your lips his breath was shallow, a small smile tugging on his lips, looking at you with all the love he felt.
“Be mine” he whispered, placing  a small kiss on your lips after saying that.
“I was never somebody else’s” you whispered back, brushing his nose with yours.
He crashed his lips against your once again, this time deepening the kiss right away, his tongue fighting with yours until you had to give up, letting him guide the kiss, devouring you like he had dreamt of doing so many times already.
Without leaving your lips he had lifted you up, bringing you to his room like you weighed nothing and closing the door behind him he laid you down on his bed, climbing on top of you right away.
He kept kissing you like that, his hands stroking every centimeter of your body, discovering your curves for the very first time.
All these emotions were absolutely new to you: you had never loved someone with this intensity, you had never craved so much for a guy’s touch before and you had never been willing to give all of yourself to someone else before.
“I love you” he whispered against your ear, his lips tracing the outline of your jawline, moving downward to your neck, planting small kisses on your soft skin, creating goose bumps where his lips landed.
He moved up again, his eyes locking with yours.
“I love you” he whispered again before closing his eyes to plant another kiss on your lips, making your eyes close as well.
You had never thought you’d hear him say that, you had never thought he’d be kissing you like that, craving you like that.
You lifted his shirt up, interrupting your kiss for a few seconds, before taking back his lips, your hands roaming over his naked chest and back.
“I love you” you whispered, while he undressed you slowly, never taking his eyes off of you, taking in every single detail about your body, never making you feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
He kissed every single part of your body that night, one of his hands always in yours, whispering sweet nothings inside your ear even when he was making love to you.
Your first night together was absolutely magical, with him always whispering how much he loved, looking in your eyes whenever he had to stop kissing you to catch his breath.
No one had ever made you feel so loved in all your life and now, laying in his bed, him hugging you tight to his chest, you felt real happiness for the first time and you realized that you’d go through all of that pain again if it meant you could call him yours, in the end.

Originally posted by tabwi


You dropped yourself on your bed, the CD already playing in your CD player, the music enveloping the room, transporting you inside another world.
You had waited all day to go to the store and buy BTS’ new album. They had finally released it after the booming success of the single you had wrote for them and you couldn’t wait to hear their other songs.
When you and Yoongi were still part of each other lives you had never had to wait for the actual album to come out. This feeling of expectation was new to you and it made you realize how much things had changed in just a matter of months.
You were losing yourself in your thoughts, the music lulling you, when the next song started playing. You didn’t know exactly what was bugging you about it until you started listening to the lyrics with more attention.
With trembling hands you took the photo book to look at who had written the song and when Yoongi’s name popped out you felt your heart drop. He had wrote a whole song about you. There was no way you could be wrong about this. He was talking about you and it was as clear as the day light.
You jumped on your feet and without even thinking about what you were doing you ran to the dorms, not even wondering if he was even there in the first place.
You ran up the stairs and knocked on the door, your breath shallow from the rush and the turmoil your heart was in to.
When the door opened you were met with a very shocked Jungkook; you probably looked terrible, tired, your make up long gone, and your labored breathing made him worried something really bad had happened.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, taking a step back to make you enter the dorms.
“Is Yoongi here?” you asked, breathless, looking around the apartment to get a glimpse of him.
Jungkook bit his lips unsure on what to do but eventually nodded, a little uncertainly.
“He’s in his room…”
You rushed to Yoongi’s room, walking around the dorms as they were your home, not even thanking Jungkook, and without knocking you just opened the door and let yourself in.
Yoongi jumped on his feet when he saw you, suddenly popping out in his room in that state.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to your side so he could make sure you were okay.
“That song… is that song about me?” you asked, searching his eyes.
He looked at you with a defeated expression before closing his eyes.
“What difference does it make?” he asked, taking a step back now that he was sure nothing major had happened to you.
“Just answer my question! Is it about me?!” you exclaimed, taking a step forward, looking for his proximity again.
“What if it is?!” he asked, shrugging his shoulders, trying to hide how much this affected him in reality.
“JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION!” you yelled, pointing a finger to his chest, the tears already forming in your eyes.
“YES!” he yelled back, a defeated expression on his face “IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?! YES IT’S ABOUT YOU Y/N AND HOW MADLY IN LOVE I AM WITH YOU, IS THAT EN-MPH?”
You cut his sentence short by pressing your lips on his, kissing him roughly, one hand in his hair, the other arm around his neck to bring him closer.
He stayed frozen for a second before responding to your kiss, his tongue capturing yours, his hands grasping your hips.
He inched forward, making you step backwards until you were pinned against the door of his room, trapped between his arms, his lips sealed on yours.
He parted from you when breathing became harder and he opened his eyes, locking gaze with you, a sigh escaping from his lips.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked, a pained expression on his face.
“I broke up with him a week ago” you whispered, feeling the guilt eat you up alive.
“A week ago” he whispered to himself, a bit lost. That was when he had rushed to your place, confessing you all of his feelings.
“I couldn’t keep lying to him and to myself… there is no other one but you” you said, one of your hands caressing his face lovingly while he closed his eyes, taking in what you just told him.
He exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours, his nose brushing yours as he opened his eyes to look at you.
“Tell me you’re mine” he said, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
“I was always yours” you whispered back, kissing his lips softly, slowly, conveying all of your emotions into that simple contact.
He grabbed your waist, pulling you against him again, kissing you with the same fierce he had before, now sure you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
The kiss was getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, you both engrossed into the feeling of finally having each other.
He had started biting your jawline, your neck, licking the soft skin right after to erase the pain, making you whimper every time.
He was sucking on your collarbone now, making sure to leave a mark there to let everybody know you were his and his only.
You had started moaning shamelessly, his hands undressing you while he kept kissing every inch of your skin, sucking here and there to leave marks all along your body.
“We’re not alone” you whispered, breathlessly, when he was attacking your neck again, making you whimper when his hands grasped your butt, forcing your hips to meet with his.
“I don’t care” he answered, biting your ear to make a point “We’ve wasted enough time already.”
You wanted to fight back, to make him rethink this, but when his hips move forward you completely lost it and gave up on any moral sense you still had in yourself.
Before you knew it you were on his bed, him on top of you, and you were both completely naked, panting hard, your hands always roaming on each other bodies, discovering your naked selves for the first time.
Yoongi’s love making was both rough and sweet.
He was needy, not afraid to tease or ask for what he wanted from you but never forgot to whisper in your ears sweet nothings even when he was pumping hard inside you.
Your chest was heaving up and down, your naked body tangled up with his, one of his arms encircling your waist to keep you close to him, his lips resting on your forehead, planting sweet kisses there every now and then.
“I love you, Min Yoongi” you whispered, closing your eyes, one of your hands drawing circles on his chest.
He sighed happily, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
You moved in his embrace to look at him and smiled before planting a little kiss on his lips.
It felt like a dream, to finally have him all to yourself, to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted to, to be able to finally call him yours.

Originally posted by yoongbeans


“Namjoon!” you were running after him, calling his name on repeat, hoping he would come around and actually stop walking so you could talk to him.
He never turned though, pretending you weren’t even there, making your heart break a little more every time he took a step forward away from you.
You thought you had gone through hell when you were filming together and you had to pretend to be in love but it was nothing compared to this. He wouldn’t look at you, speak to you, unless it was necessary, and he ignored  you every time you’d try to reach out to him.
He would still pull off his scenes perfectly, turning into the perfect boyfriend, and then, when the director would yell “cut” he’d get away from you as fast as humanly possible.
His hugs and kisses looked good on camera but you felt the coldness inside of them, you felt the urge he had to stop touching you. He was making you feel like the only idea of having human contact with you was disgusting.
You were crying again, you had no love for yourself left anymore to care about it, though. This whole “We Got Married” experience had broken you in ways you didn’t thought were possible and there was just not mending yourself anymore.
You were chasing him to his dressing room when you tripped on a box and fell painfully to the ground, a yelp escaping your mouth when you hit your wrist hard on the floor.
Namjoon stopped in his tracks, unsure on whether to turn or not but eventually decided to check if you  were okay before running away from you for the hundredth time.
You were looking at him, holding your wrist with your other hand, tears streaming down your face. His eyes were sad and his expression troubled. He had took a step forward to help you but then he just stopped in his tracks, unable to get closer to you.
“Do I repulse you that much?” you asked, your voice shaking for all the crying.
He closed his eyes, sighing heavily before taking a step back.
You couldn’t believe your eyes: he had turned his back on you and he was leaving you there, without even making sure you were actually okay.
He just doesn’t care anymore. When that thought hit you, you completely lost it. You were crying hard, shamelessly so, sobbing loudly, unable to get on your feet and leave before someone from the staff would see you in this condition.
Your nerves had been tested a lot in the past few months and you were just warned out. You had no will left to fight for your happiness, in fact you didn’t even believe you deserved to be happy in the first place.
Namjoon on the other hand had stop walking at the first sob you emitted, feeling is heart break at the thought of you being that hurt. He was torn because he didn’t want to be the cause of your pain anymore but at the same time he still had a drop of self-preservation in him. He was afraid to let you in once again, he was afraid of getting his heart broken.
You had started crying louder and that erased any doubt for him. He just cared about you more than he cared about himself.
He turned around and walked to you, his heart clenching when he saw you breaking down like that, and without saying anything he lifted you up and brought you inside his dressing room, locking the door behind him.
You were sitting on one of his chairs, he looking down on you, unsure on what to do.
He exhaled and lowered at your height, taking your wrist in his hands to check on it. When he turned it you flinched and he let go immediately.
“I think you sprained it” he said, getting up to get you some ice.
You jumped on your feet and grabbed the hem of his shirt before he could leave you.
He turned to look at you, placing his hands on top of yours to make you let go.
“Y/N, stop doing this please” he pleaded, hurt flashing in his eyes.
“Why are you treating me like this?!” you asked, tightening your grip on his shirt.
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before pushing on your hands, making you let go of him.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone Y/N? You have a boyfriend.” He sounded exasperated, on the verge of breaking up as well.
“I don’t anymore” you whispered, trying to dry your face from all the tears.
“So now you want me?!” he asked, incredulous. “I won’t be anyone’s second choice.”
He took another step back, regretting his choice of taking you inside his dressing room.
“What kind of person do you think I am?!” you asked, shocked that he would even believe something like that. “You’re not my second choice, you were and still are my first one!”
You cut the distance between you two short banging your fist on his chest, starting to cry again.
“Why are you treating me like I cheated on you?! I cheated on HIM and then I left HIM because I love YOU, you idiot!” you were still banging your fists on his chest, all the strength gone by now, your eyes fixed on his shirt, unable to lift it to meet his eyes.
“You didn’t want me… what was I supposed to do?” you continued, your voice nothing more than a broken whisper “I just wanted to try to get you out of my mind…” your arms fell on your sides. You were drained. You thought that there was a chance for you two but you realized it was too late. There was just no hope left.
“I’m sorry” he said, suddenly, filling up the silence in the room.
You nodded slightly, moving pass him to leave him alone. This was really it. This was the end, there was no trying again, there wasn’t anything to save now.
You were ready to leave when he grabbed your arm and spun you around before hugging you tight to his chest.
“You’re right, I’m an idiot.” He said, tightening his grip around you “I just keep hurting you and I have no idea why you would still love me…”
He could be really arrogant at times but he also had this insecure side to him that made him think he wasn’t good enough. And now was one of those times where his insecurity was showing.
“Love is blind” you whispered, earning a small chuckle from him.
He released his grip on you to look inside your eyes, biting his bottom lip in nervousness.
“Does this mean that you’d be mine, even after all of this?” he asked, caressing your head.
“I never stopped being yours” you replied before he crushed his lips on yours, knocking the oxygen out of your lungs.
Before you knew it he was lifting you up, pinning you against the wall, your legs encircling his waist to keep yourself up.
He was kissing you deeply, like he wanted to do so many times during this week, conveying all of his bottled up emotions in it. Your head was spinning like crazy, your heart beating faster in your chest.
It was really happening, this wasn’t a dream anymore. Namjoon was kissing you. Really kissing you.
You moaned inside the kiss when he moved his hips forward, rubbing his crotch against you.
You had never been the type of girl to end up in bed with someone at the first date nor the type that screws around, hooking up with random guys.
In that moment though, with him pressed against you like that, you didn’t care about all of this nor the fact that you were in a work place where people could hear you two. All rationality gone you let him undress you and making you his up against the wall.
You had never felt so craved for in your entire life, you had never been this reckless before and you had never gave everything you had to offer to someone else before.
“I love you” he had said, right inside your ear, making you see the stars for what felt like the first time.
That moment, him saying that, made up for every single day you had spent crying your heart out because, now, he was finally yours.

Originally posted by jinkooks


You were biting your nails, knocking on the door to the dorms with the other, unsure on what to say to make him forgive you for what you did to him.
When the door opened though you were met with Yoongi’s stern face. He looked at you for a second before closing the door behind him, making it impossible for you to enter their place.
“No.” he said, his tone harsher than he intended. “Look, Y/N, I know this isn’t easy and I really hate to be the guy who has to put an end to this but I’m not going to stand by and watch you break my friend’s heart to pieces, okay? Hoseok has been a mess this whole week because of you and I know you didn’t mean to hurt him but you did. So please, just leave him alone…”
You were looking down in shame, playing with your fingers in nervousness. Yoongi was right, of course he was, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. Not now that you knew what he felt for you.
You had tried to move on and it didn’t work, you had tried for a whole week to not let his emotions affect yours. You knew he was better off without you, but you just couldn’t stop craving for him in your life.
“I know I don’t deserve him” you whispered, trying to hide the fact that you were crying “But I love him so much” you sniffled, drying your face with the palm of your hands.
He was sorry for you, you could tell from the tone in his voice, but he wasn’t going to budge and you knew he was just being a good friend to Hoseok but it hurt nonetheless.
“I just wanted to apologize… I shouldn’t have lead him on when I was seeing someone else” you admitted, still unable to lift your gaze up.
“I feel so terrible about all of this… This is all my fault, I brought this on myself” it was getting harder to hide the fact that you were crying, small sobs escaping from your lips every now and then.
“I’m sorry oppa for bringing you inside all of this” you said, your voice trembling “I’m sorry for hurting Hoseok and… and you guys as well. I’m sorry for leaving Big Hit in the middle of the comeback… I’m so so sorry for everything” you were crying loudly now, your hands covering your face trying to hide how hurt you were even though it was already obvious.
“Y/N…” a hurt whisper cut through the silence, making you lift your gaze again. Hoseok was looking at you, crying silent tears, Yoongi next to him, his expression pained as well.
Looking at him you realized he had heard pretty much everything, making you feel even more ashamed of yourself. They all didn’t need all the drama you were creating, they were busy enough already with all their schedule, you were only making it worse for all of them.
“I’m so sorry Hoseokie” you said, your gaze dropping to the floor again before you bowed in front of them “I just wanted to thank you for all you did for me, for loving me and for making me feel like I belonged in this place… It was an honor to meet you and the guys” your voice cracked but you were quick to dry your face from your tears before turning your back on him, ready to leave Seoul for good this time.
You had took only one step forward before you felt his arms hugging you from behind, the shakiness of his body confirming to you that he was indeed crying,  again, because of you.
“Stay” he whispered, hugging you even tighter.
You closed your eyes, your heart clenching with pain.
“You deserve someone better” you whispered, letting the tears stream down your face.
“I only want you…” he said, making you turn around to look at you.
He started caressing your cheeks, planting small kisses all over your face, capturing your tears with his lips.
“Be mine” he whispered, touching your lips with his.
“I already am”  you whispered back, closing the distance between you two to plant a small kiss on his lips, forgetting for a moment you were standing in the corridor where anyone could see you.
He took your hand and dragged you inside the dorms and in his room.
You spent hours hugging each other on his bed, talking about everything that had happened between the two of you. You apologized a hundred times, even when he said there was nothing to apologize for and he apologized as well for hurting you, for rejecting you and for leaving you in the first place.
You had cried in each other embrace and confessed to one another once more, making clear for the other how much you loved each other.
The guys had left the dorms to let you two work things out and you spent the entire night cuddling and making love to each other.
He was sweet and caring, his lips always attached to your skin, his whispers feeling the silence with sweet “I love you”s.
You woke up the next morning, still naked, inside his arms. He was already awake, looking at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever owned. You had smiled to him, planting a small kiss on his lips.
“Say it again” you whispered, caressing his hair, lovingly.
“I love you” he said, right away, smiling at you.
“I love you”
he planted a small kiss on your nose.
“I love you”
this time he kissed your lips, slowly, longingly, hugging you tighter to his chest.
You smiled into his kiss and when he left your lips you kissed his nose, like he did to you a few moments earlier.
“I love you too, Hoseokie” you whispered, pulling his hair out of his face so you could look at him better.
His big smile warmed your heart, happiness bursting inside your chest. It wasn’t a dream anymore, he was really yours this time.

Originally posted by wonhosoks


You were drunk, stumbling down the road to your apartment, not even sure where you were exactly.
You had drank too much, you went to the bar alone, against your better judgment, and now you couldn’t even find the keys in your purse anymore. You weren’t even sure you were going in the right direction in the first place.
You took your phone out and with trembling hands composed his number, dying to hear his voice once more. He ignored your first call, and the second one, and the third.
“Y/N?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice, when he picked up at your fourth consecutive call.
“Tehng” you slurred, stopping in your tracks, looking around yourself to see where you were.
“Hey, is everything alright?” he asked, confused by your voice.
“Imisssssu” you said, sitting on the floor when your head started spinning faster.
“…are you drunk?!” he exclaimed making you giggle.
“…maybe..” you admitted, trying to contain your laughter.
“Where are you?”
 you admitted, looking around you confused.
“Fuck” he cursed under his breath “can you tell me what’s around you?”
“Our bench”
 you whispered, looking at the park on the other side of the street.
“I’m coming to get you.” 
The phone call ended before you had the time to process what he said. You tried to call him back but he didn’t pick his phone up so you gave up and waited for him to show up.
You were starting to fall asleep when you heard him call your name, you opened your eyes, watching him getting closer to you, his breathing shallow. He had literally run to you.
“What are you doing on the floor?!” he asked, incredulous, helping you on your feet.
When you swayed, unable to keep yourself standing properly, he helped you lifting yourself up so he could piggyback you to your apartment.
You hugged him tight, your face pressed against his back, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne.
You had evidently fallen asleep sometime during the ride back home because you woke up the next morning, the light hitting your face, making your nose scrunch up in distaste. 
Your head hurt like hell and you had absolutely no idea how you had ended up to your place. You only had a vague memory of going to the bar last night and everything was blank after that.
When you lifted yourself up you looked around the room, surprised to see you were wearing a pajama. You looked confused at it, asking yourself if it was possible you had actually managed to put it on when you were drunk. Because you knew you had drink heavily, that was the only explanation to your headache, the lack of memory and the smell around the room.
You lifted your gaze up and jumped on the bed when you noticed him, sitting on a chair, his face a bit pale, dark circles under his eyes.
“Taehyung?” you asked, confused.
He looked at you, a stern expression on his face. He exhaled and lifted himself up handing you a glass of water and a pill.
“This will help with your hangover” he said, avoiding any eye contact with you.
You couldn’t remember a single thing but finding him there had raised so many questions.
“What… happened?” you asked, unsure, gulping down the pill with the water, hoping it would clear your mind.
“You called me last night, you were drunk and didn’t know how to get home.” He answered, his voice betraying his anger.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you…” you whispered, biting your bottom lip.
He turned around, his eyes burning with fire. He wasn’t just angry, he was beyond mad.
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” he yelled at you “Why did you get yourself into that state?! How could you drink so much all by yourself?! You didn’t even know where you were! Do you have any idea how worried I was when you wouldn’t wake up, no matter how much I called your name?! What if I didn’t pick up the phone?! What if you fell asleep in the streets? WHAT IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED TO YOU?!”
He turned around, unable to look at you anymore, his breathing labored from all the anger that was eating him up alive. He hadn’t slept all night, staying by your side, concern filling him up.
You got on your feet, not caring about the world spinning, and walked to him, hugging him tight from behind.
“I’m so sorry, Tae… I wish I could take back everything” you admitted, finally letting out all of your emotions. The past week had been hell for you, if you had to be completely honest this wasn’t even the first time you had drank so much you didn’t remember anything the morning after.
You had never been the type of person that seeks the help of the alcohol to ease the pain or to get high, but the past week you only wanted one thing: for the world to stop moving. You were tired of fighting, of feeling so hurt and guilty and you just wanted everything to just stop.
“Why did you even call me?” he asked, sadden in his voice, his body tense against yours “Don’t you have a nice boyfriend that looks after you?”
His head was hanging low, his voice defeated, the anger already gone by now.
“I couldn’t keep lying to him or to myself… I will never get over you” you whispered, letting go of him, your eyes fixed on the floor.
You heard the shifting of his clothes but you didn’t lift your gaze up, you just couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes again.
“Look at me” he whispered, one of his hands reaching for your face so he could lift your chin up.
When you complied you found yourself getting lost inside his eyes, so many emotions swirling inside of you.
“Where you drinking because of me?” he asked, a flash of pain passing on his face.
You had never been very good at lying so you just stood there, unable to give him a proper answer.
He sighed and put his arms around you, hugging you tight to his chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see how much I was missing out sooner, Y/N” he said, planting a kiss on your head “I’m sorry for hurting you this much… I just want you to be happy and I’m sorry for doing the opposite all this time…”
He released your body so he could look at you again, his hands caressing your face, bringing your hair back so he could look at you properly.
“Would you give me a second chance?” he whispered, closing his eyes when his forehead touched yours, your noses brushing, your breath mingling.
You didn’t need to let him say that twice: you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you so you could kiss him fully on the lips.
His arms were around your waist in no time and soon you lost the battle for dominance, his tongue dancing with yours into a searing kiss.
His hands were roaming on your body, discovering all your curves, his lips never leaving yours but for a few seconds, when breathing was needed.
All the emotions you had bottled up in the past few months were exploding, clouding your minds. The passion and need to feel the other was too much to be ignored and soon you were making out on your bed, moaning shamelessly inside each other mouths, your breathing hard and shallow.
Taehyung was passionate, his kisses knocking the air out of your lungs every single time, his hands expertly caressing your body, undressing you slowly, taking in every detail of your body with his eyes, tracing your curves with his lips, leaving open kisses everywhere. You didn’t even care about all the hikeys he was leaving on your body, pretty much everywhere he could reach, some very visible, some where only he would see them.
“I love you” you had said, when he was on top of you, completely naked, ready to claim you as his for the very first time.
He had smiled one of his breathtaking smile and kissing your lips briefly he possessed you on your bed, moaning your name inside your ears, sighing every now and then, until you reached your climax together.
“I love you too” he had whispered, riding his orgasm inside of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.
You had spent the rest of the morning inside his arms, cuddling, talking, kissing each other every now and then. It felt like a dream and you couldn’t bring yourself to see that this was the reality now: he wanted you, he loved you as you loved him, he had claimed you as his and you could call him yours now, just like you always dreamt to.

Originally posted by sonyondan


He looked at his phone with a puzzled look, confused by the incredible amount of missed called from one of the girls in your group.
Furrowing his brows he called her back, wondering what on earth had happened to make her call him twenty times in just one hour.
“Jimin-ssi?!” her voice was kind of panicky, alerting him immediately.
“YF/N? What happened? Is something wrong?”
“It’s Y/N”, her voice was shaking, making his insides twist.
He got on his feet, unable to stay still in his seat.
“What about her?” he asked in a small voice, closing his eyes as his heartbeat increased.
“She’s missing… I don’t know what to do anymore! She’s just gone! Everyone is looking for her, even the police, but there’s just no trace of her and she left her phone to her place so we can’t get ahold of her and I’m getting scared something may have happened to her….”
His heart sank, his hands started to tremble at the thought of somebody kidnapping you or hurt you or worse. The only thought of you being gone made him shiver.
“When… when did she disappear?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“It’s been a week” she admitted, unable to contain his tears.
Jimin’s legs gave in and if it hadn’t been for Jungkook he would’ve fell to the ground.
Jungkook looked at him, an alarmed expression on his face, making him realize he was crying already.
You had been gone for a week. And he knew oh to well what had happened a week ago. He had confessed, you had told him you were seeing Kevin and then you had left.
So what if something bad had happened and it was all his fault?
“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, the other members getting closer as well, looking at him in concern.
“Y/N is missing” he had whispered. Saying it out loud made it even more real, the fear enveloping him completely.
He hadn’t even realized he was still on the phone until Yoongi took it from his hands, trying to understand what was going on by talking to your friend.
His mind was spinning, trying to think about all the possible outcomes until it hit him: he knew where you were.
He jumped on his feet, ignoring the members calling for him, running after him, worried for him.
You had told him about this secret place you had, you called it “haven” and that’s where you would run when you needed some space to think or to write your music or just to wind down from your stressful life.
When he reached the door to this secret apartment you had he was breathless, his legs shaking from the effort and the fear he may had been wrong about this.
He ringed the doorbell a couple of times and then started banging on the door.
“It’s Jimin. Y/N please tell me you’re in there…”
You closed your eyes, sitting on the floor right in front of the door. When you had heard the doorbell ring you knew it was him: there was no other person who knew about this place. It was your secret.
You knew they were looking for you, you knew this wasn’t fair to anyone and you knew you were making people worried but you just needed to be alone with yourself. You were tired about all of this. This life you had choose, this path, it was just too much. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please tell me you’re in there” he repeated, his fists still banging on the door.
“Please, Y/N…” he was whispering now, his sobs filling the silence around you.
He was beyond scared. This had been his only hope to find you and if you weren’t here it meant that he had probably lost you forever.
You felt your heart break into million pieces when you heard him cry like that, his fists still banging on your door even though less strongly every single time. He was going to give up.
You got on your feet and with tears streaming down your face you opened the door, finding him on his knees, his eyes red and puffy from all the crying.
When he saw you, standing there, unhurt, his heart exploded: you were here, you were alright.
He jumped up and threw himself at you, hugging you tight to his chest, crying even more loudly this time.
“I thought I lost you” he whispered, whimpering in your neck, his tears wetting your shirt.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry” you whispered back, hugging him as well.
He let go of you, his hands caressing your face, his eyes making sure you were absolutely okay, a sad smile on his lips.
He was drying your face with his thumbs, unable to remove his eyes from your face.
“I was so worried something bad had happened to you” he admitted, another tear escaping from his control.
“I’m sorry” you repeated, closing your eyes when a sobbed escape from your lips.
“Ssh, stop saying you’re sorry” he whispered back, planting a kiss on your forehead, making you open your eyes “Everything is going to be fine” he said, giving you a small encouraging smile.
You cried even harder, shaking your head.
“No, it’s not…” you whispered between your sobs.
“Hey” he planted a small kiss on your nose, still rubbing your face lovingly “Everything’s fine, Y/N. I’m here for you, okay? Everyone’s worried about you. We all love you, you know that right?”
“I don’t deserve it”  
you placed your hands on his wrists, pushing down so he would let go of you.
You didn’t want to leave this place, you didn’t want to go back to your life, to your duties. You weren’t ready yet.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, confused, his hands not leaving your face even if you were trying to get away from him.
“I used him to get over you… I played with his feelings because I wanted to stop thinking about you… What kind of person does that?!”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N…” he whispered, his voice uncertain.
He had forgot about Kevin for a moment, not realizing he was treating you like you were his when in fact you really weren’t.
“I played him! I dated him and then when you told me you had feelings for me I left him, just like that…”
This time, when you pulled on his wrists, he complied and let you go, letting you walk backwards, away from him.
You felt like one of those easy girls that would hook up with everyone, not caring about anyone’s feelings.
“You have been honest about your feelings… there’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N” he said, walking towards you.
You shook your head, biting your bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
This time, when his hands grabbed your waist, you didn’t try to get away from him, you didn’t have the strength to push him back one more time when all you really wanted was to lean in to his touches, craving for more.
“You left him?” he asked, still not grasping the meaning of your words.
“For me?”
there was hope in his voice, his eyes locked in yours, his hands grabbing you tighter.
When you nodded he didn’t waste a single second before crashing his lips on yours, pulling you closer to him.
You kissed for a long moment, your eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of being together, finally.
“Does this mean you’ll be mine?” he asked, his nose brushing over yours, a small smile on his lips.
“I’m already yours you whispered back, grabbing his hair to pull him in another passionate kiss.
Time stopped having a meaning, you couldn’t tell what time of the day it was and honestly you couldn’t care less.
You were wrapped inside his arms, him kissing you like he couldn’t have enough of you, savoring your lips, his hands discovering your body for the very first time.
His presence made everything seem right, erasing all the bad thoughts that had been crossing your mind in the past week.
When he undressed you a couple of hours later, a loving gaze studying your body, you had felt shy and a bit ashamed of your naked body.
“So beautiful” he had whispered, to himself, stroking every inch of your body with his loving hands.
You had been in love before and you had felt loved before but nothing could ever compare to what he made you feel like. To him you were just perfect and he didn’t fail to make you see this by making love to you, taking you with all his passion and love, always whispering in your ear how much he loved you, how beautiful you were, how lucky he felt to have you in his life.
He was asleep now, right next to you, his face relaxed, making him look just like an angel.
“I love you, Park Jimin” you whispered, kissing his lips lovingly, enjoying the fact that he was there for you and he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

Originally posted by suga-com


This was the last night of practice before the MAMA awards, you were all tired, your bodies asking for mercy, but you were all still putting all of your energies in the choreography, trying to nail it perfectly every single time.
You were sweaty, your breath hard, your body moving to the music automatically. You were supposed to be focuses on the dance but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t ignore the fact that you were dancing with him and he wasn’t looking you in the eyes.
He hadn’t spoken a single word to you unless he was forced to, he didn’t look at you, not even once, and his hands would leave your body as soon as the music would stop, like you were a burning flame or something.
It hurt, every single time more.
It was really late at night and there were only you and the others left, no director, no choreographer, no back up dancers.
You were going to wrap up practice soon when he let go of your body a bit too early, eager to get as far away from you as possible, and you landed roughly on your already hurting left ankle.
You cried in pain closing your eyes while everyone stopped in their tracks, looking at you concerned.
You slipped down the floor, grabbing your ankle with your hands, trying to contain the pain by doing so but to no avail.
“What happened?” you lifted your gaze to meet Hoseok’s one, his face a bit concerned, getting down on his knees so he could look at your feet properly.
“I landed on it the wrong way” you said, gritting your teeth when he twisted it a little to test it.
“I think it’s sprained” he sighed, biting his bottom lip in concern.
If he was right you weren’t going to be able to dance at MAMAs, the whole performance was pretty much screwed up and you were going to lose an amazing chance, ruining the other’s show as well.
You lifted your gaze up and found Jungkook looking at you for the first time in a week. His expression was worried, guilt written all over his face. He knew this was all his fault, even though this was the last thing he had wanted to happen.
“No, I’m good” you said, lifting yourself up with a little help from Hoseok.
When you put your weight on your leg though, your ankle gave out and you lost your balance, not falling to the ground only because Hoseok was holding you in place.
They forced you to sit down again, getting the ice to stop your ankle from swelling, discussing between them to find a solution to your current situation. It was obvious you couldn’t dance, you couldn’t even stand on your own.
“I’m sorry” you said, cutting their discussion, your voice cracking from the tears.
This was all your fault, you had brought this on yourself, and now everyone else was going to pay the price.
“It’s not your fault, Y/N”, Jimin said, patting your head sweetly, trying to comfort you.
It took all of them a lot of time and effort to convince you they weren’t mad at you and they didn’t held your responsible for what happened. Incidents happened all the time and you were the one who got hurt anyway.
You tried to help them though, trying to figure out a solution to this mess with them. You had spent basically the whole night at the studio and when they drove you home you were beyond tired, your mood to the ground.
You looked at Jungkook confused when he got off the car, opening the other door to take you in his arms, helping you to reach the door to your apartment. He hadn’t said a single word to you the whole night, not even in the car, but now he was dragging you inside your eyes, a dark expression on his face.
He landed you carefully and the couch and sighed, ruffling his air.
“I’m sorry” he finally said, after a while, looking at you with a pained expression.
“… it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize” you whispered, closing your eyes for a bit, tiredness enveloping you.
“It’s my fault… I ruined everything…” he sighed heavily, gulping down “…I hurt you…”
You lifted your gaze up and found his eyes glossy with unshed tears, guiltiness eating him up alive.
“Jungkook…”  you looked at him, pained by the fact that he was that broken. You knew this wasn’t just about your ankle and the show. This was about you leaving him after he had confessed to you. This was about him telling you he didn’t want to ruin your chance to do great in front of so many people and then letting his emotions cloud his judgment, resulting  in you getting hurt.
“I’m the one who’s sorry” you said, sighing heavily “I ruined our friendship, I let my feelings for you take over my work duties, I let my personal stuff interfere with our working relationship and I’m the only culprit in all of this… I don’t held you responsible for any of this…”
He closed his eyes, ruffling his hair again, frustrated.
“I love you so much it hurts” he confessed, unable to meet your gaze. This was the second time for him admitting his feelings for you.
“Jungkook…” you whispered, a bit taken aback by the sudden confession.
“Yeah, I know… you’re with him” he was looking at you now, longing in his eyes, mixed with sadness.
“… I came back for you” you whispered.
“That night… I came back for you but you were already gone…”
He looked at you confused, unable to process what you were telling him.
“He deserved an explanation… but I choose you… it was always you Jungkook…”
His eyes were big, looking at you in shock. If he hadn’t left that night, giving you the time to go back to him, things would have probably been very different now.
“Why… why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked, dumbfounded.
“… you didn’t give me the chance to…” you whispered, your gaze falling to the ground.
You yelped when he lifted you up, holding you tight, making your legs encircle around his waist.
You found yourself pinned against the wall, his eyes locked in yours.
“You came back for me” he repeated, still trying to realize what this meant.
You gave him a small nod before he kissed you, fiercely, just like he did that night, conveying all his emotions in the kiss, making sure you knew how much you affected him.
When he kissed you like that he made everything else disappear, you couldn’t even feel the pain in your ankle anymore, nor the sadness for not being able to dance, or the pain for all the hurt you had inflicted to him and the other guy. There were just his lips, his body flushed against yours, and your need to finally have each other.
“The others are waiting for you” you had whispered, panting hard when he had left your lips after another heated kiss.
“I told them I’d walk home” he said, before taking your lips one more time, guiding you to your bed, climbing on top of you without ever breaking your kiss.
You had always said that he had two sides to him: the cute one and the manly one. And that night he showed you both when he made you his, making you touch the moon with your fingers, moaning your name loudly one second and whispering sweet nothings in your ear the other.
You had fell asleep next to each other, your bodies entangled together, not willing to let go of one another now that you were finally together. Jungkook was yours, and you were hopelessly his and he had made sure to let everyone know that by leaving love bites all over your body. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Woah, this series was such a ride! @.@ It was longer than I thought it was going to be and it took me forever to end it, but yeah, it’s over now!
If I’m being completely honest with you guys I’m not exactly happy with the ending. I think it could’ve been written better but this came out so yeah…
Plus have mercy on me because I suck really bad with smut or anything a bit sexual, LOL
At least I tried, right? xD

Give me sweet established Drarry with exhausted!Harry.

Because Harry has been working so much that he comes home exhausted almost every night. Long hours and busy schedules mean there’s a whole lot more sleeping than sex.

But Harry comes home early one day and he’s so tired all he wants to do is sleep but Draco is curled up on the couch reading a book and in that moment it doesn’t matter how tired he is because he just wants him.

And the kisses aren’t hurried or rushed or desperate they feel sweet and comfortable and full of hope like the first rain on a spring day.

And there’s something sweet and almost awkward about it, with both of them letting out soft laughter as they try to find a rhythm somewhere between the desperation for something they’ve been missing and the comfort of knowing it’s something they’ll never have to give up.

And when Harry sinks into Draco, pressing his face into Draco’s neck and sliding his hands across Draco’s shoulders and down his arms to cover his hands with his own it feels like coming home

anonymous asked:

bellamy would do anything to protect clarke. would he do anything to protect raven? 8)

Bellamy would do anything to protect his people. Give me one moment when he did anything to protect Clarke and only Clarke. It’s not real, you’re just seeing imaginary things.

When Clarke, Finn and Monty were missing, Raven and Jasper urged him to go after them, but he said no, he didn’t want to at first. When Clarke and Jasper […] were missing (aka in mount weather) Finn told him they have to go now so they can look for them, he said “And how many of us will die until we get to them ?” so basically he said no AGAIN. Clarke isn’t a special person for him, just give me one moment, one example when Clarke was in danger and he went all mad risking his own life to protect her only. It doesn’t exist you’re making it up. If Clarke was really that important, he would’ve stayed with Finn, so he could look for her, but he didn’t, he went back to camp because tbh though they are good friends and leaders, she’s not worth that much to him, it’s not like she’s Octavia.

Now, about Raven, whenever she’s attacked or in danger, Bellamy acts worried, when people thought she poisonned Lexa Bellamy and Octavia were the only ones who interfered and he said “She didn’t poison anyone.” then he got pushed aside by a grounder, then when Raven was attached to that tree getting tortured, he was the one who said “We have to do something.” and he was going for her, until  Kane told him to stay put (this is just one example of the many times it was showed that he truly cared for her)

Basically when it’s about Raven, he tells people “we have to do something” and they’re the ones who tell him no. When it’s about Clarke, people tell him “we have to do something” and he’s the one who says no

Also, Clarke can protect herself, she saved herself, it’s time you stop thinking that Bellamy is her loyal knight and she’s some kind of princess.

can we all just take a moment to think about how strong the other band members are?? It could be as easy as just giving up ya know, they have enough money to last them a lifetime and if they wanted they could have taken Zayn’s departure as an out for all of them but they didnt. they still plan on making music, playing shows, and making us proud. God knows I fucking love Zayn and I’m going to miss him with all my heart, but I’m also so fucking proud of the other boys and they don’t even know it

anonymous asked:

The matsus react to their s/o returning home from a long trip, sobbing and saying how much they missed them ~

*clutches chest* HOooOOOooo -Mod Ashley

Osomatsu was super glad to see his s/o after them being gone so long, but he felt kind of awkward holding their sobbing self in his arms.

If anyone was sobbing, it was Karamatsu. He practically ran into his s/o’s arms, giving his best, tear-filled bishounen eyes and hugging them tight.

Choromatsu wasn’t sure how to deal with his crying s/o, and just pat them on the back awkwardly, although he shared how much he missed them as well.

Similarly to the third brother, Ichimatsu was unsure how to act around his emotional s/o. He actually thought they were sad to see him, until they told him how much they missed him.

Jyushimatsu was filled with energy the moment he saw his s/o, and crashed into their body, hugging them tight.

Todomatsu smiled for his s/o, crying a little himself, and telling them that he missed them too. He took a selfie, kissing them on the cheek.

anonymous asked:

Hii~ I was wondering what do you think are Junsu's cutest moments?

Sorry anon that this is so late, but this is such a hard question. How do I choose from a whole lifetime of cute? Everything he does is cute and adorable. For the most part, it wasn’t even intentional! I thought long and hard about this and perused through tons of YT videos. In the end, I find that he is the cutest when he is being his true self. Sometimes, we get to see this briefly when he “forgets” the camera is there, unaware that he’s being filmed, thinks the camera is not on him, or when he just doesn’t give a damn. XD I find these moments the cutest. Here are some of my favorites: 

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

I definitely missed whole bunch because I just can’t remember them or I can’t find the video. 


I love to look at people when they’re asleep. (I swear I’m not weird or anything) I just think they are so cute when they’re asleep because that’s when they’re the most vulnerable and innocent. Look how cute Junsu is here, so exhausted from a whole day of hiking and singing “Let It Go”~~ Look at his cute little fists. :D

Bonus #2:

Foreign language Junsu: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

Thank you anon!