swell boy


Park Jinyoung. You are so talented, dedicated, and passionate in everything that you do. You work so hard. You are such an inspiration. I wish you nothing but joy, good health, and the happiest birthday. 💖 #princejinyoungday

  • Yoongi: This is Hoseok, my best friend and life partner, and the one I trust with everything and whom I adore above all others, my dearest most precious person, who can do no wrong in my eyes because he's so brave and dedicated and smart, and we have so much in common. I just adore this guy, look at him, isn't he beautiful? Isn't he swell? Yeah my boy Hoseok, he's the best, I love him.
  • Hoseok: I guess Yoongi likes me? But I don’t want to assume or anything.

anonymous asked:

can i ask for rfa boys+v+saeran breaking up with mc and after years finding out she was pregnant with theirs babies

Took a six hour nap I’m now ready to finish this


  • Yoosung was everything to you, and you thought that you were everything to him
  • Except, he broke up with you
  • Not only that but you thought he was building himself up to propose soon
  • So here you are now, packing all of your things to leave the one person you’ve ever truly loved
  • Yoosung on the other hand of course was sad to see you go after so many years, but he knew this was for the best
  • It’d been six years since Yoosung had last seen you, he hadn’t met anyone else yet, he was so busy with school and then work
  • He was at the grocery store walking through all the aisles, as one would
  • As he was looking at soups that he already knew he wasn’t going to buy, a little boy with brown hair wiggled in front of him and reached for the chicken noodle soup a few shelves too high for him
  • Yoosung reached up for the soup can and handed it to the boy, feeling his heart swell when the little boy gave him a large grin and a thank you before running back off to a woman further down the aisle
  • When the woman turned to look at the boy Yoosung had to make a double take, it was you
  • Looking at that boy closer now, he looked a lot like himself, and was about five or six
  • And that’s when it all clicked, that boy was Yoosung’s
  • That boy was his
  • He went to speak to you, figure out his child’s name but as soon as you saw him you rushed away; taking your son with you


  • Everything was overwhelming, his contracts, his co-stars, his managers
  • But when he came home to you everything weighing down on him would feel like less because you would ease all of his worries
  • It’d been two years, two amazing years with you at his side but only known by him and the RFA
  • His managers wouldn’t let him be with you in public, wouldn’t let you get married, wouldn’t let you have anything
  • Zen knew you needed someone who could truly love you and cherish you the way he wished he could so with a heavy heart he broke up with you
  • Watching you leave broke him more than he thought anything ever could, you leaving the RFA hurt more because now he knew there was near no chance he’d see you again
  • Zen suffered through another five years without you, he tried dating but no one could seem to compare to you
  • He was watching one of his friend’s kids in a park one morning, as his friend had a sudden call from work, when the set of twins brought a little girl over to meet him
  • He couldn’t help but think she looked like you, which was a somber thought in itself, he’d always wanted to have kids with you
  • The twins were gushing about the little girl whilst she braided a strand of hair that had fallen out of the bun on top of her head
  • Upon seeing her concentrated face he was surprisingly reminded of himself, that facial expression was one of his. He knew this only because you’d loved it when he made that face and often took pictures of him when he was making it
  • As the three went off to play on the jungle gym he continued to ponder it, until he heard a call for the girl that sounded incredibly like your voice
  • So he followed the little girl as she ran to her mother and felt his heart shatter when he saw you pick her up and prop her on one of your hips
  • This girl was maybe five, which meant you either cheated on Zen-which was impossible-or she was his
  • “MC, please wait!”
  • When you’d seen him you looked so conflicted, the only thing he could tell from your expression was that that girl was his, irrefutably


  • “Jumin I’ve told you several times that I do not condone this marriage.”
  • “Father you don’t understand, I love her; more than anything. She isn’t with me for money, or power she just wants me.”
  • “Her or the company, her or me.”
  • “Her-”
  • “Jumin, choose the company. Don’t throw away your life for me, you’ve worked too hard for this.”
  • That was one of the last times Jumin had heard your voice, had seen you.
  • The next time was the last, the morning after when you had your bags.
  • When you kissed him and left he felt his world slowly becoming darker and darker until finally everything felt grey
  • The years seemed to meld together and soon enough it’d been seven years, seven long, long years without you
  • He never realized how many schools he passed everyday, how many houses that could hold a family, all of the parks where he could’ve taken your shared children
  • But you never had any children, hell you barely had each other before his father made you leave forever
  • As he was sat in traffic he noticed he was right in front of an elementary school
  • Parents were dropping off their children, his eyes being drawn to a woman who looked a lot like you dropping off her son
  • It felt bitter sweet to think of you like this, but then he felt his heart stop
  • The woman turned as her son ran off into the school and he’d have to be blind to not realize that was you
  • He thought back to the little boy you’d dropped off, no, no that boy couldn’t be his. You would’ve told him. You would’ve asked for his help
  • But all he could think about was the what if, the possibility that this boy could be his and that he had a family. A family that he could run to, one that he would willingly give up everything for
  • He knew he wasn’t supposed to, and he knew that this would only hurt him more but there was no turning back
  • He stared at the door to your home, where you and your son lived. Where the father to that boy lived
  • So when he knocked and a little boy that looked almost identical to him answered he was shocked
  • The father did not live here, because the father was definitely him and he abandoned his family before his son was even born
  • And then you showed up at the door and all of the color drained from your face as soon as you saw him
  • “Sweetheart, go to your room okay?”
  • As the boy ran away Jumin didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he should say something, do something
  • “What are you doing here?”


  • Seven always ran away from his problems, always ran away from everything important to him, always ran away from anything that happened to him 
  • And you, God, you were the best thing that has ever come into his life and he didn’t want to lose you
  • But he didn’t want to ruin you either, so he left. No words, no warnings, he just left you with enough money to get where you need to go
  • At first he always kept one of his computer screens trained on any information about you
  • After a few months though he stopped checking, you were going on without him and he was dying without you
  • Sometimes he’d go to check on you and stop, if he fell back into this hole where he can’t focus because you’re all that he can think about
  • And then he laughs because he never left that hole in the first place
  • After four years he finally hacked back into your life and he shattered
  • You’d had sons, a set of twins, and when searching up their birth certificate there it was, his name in your handwriting 
  • Saeyoung Choi
  • How had no one contacted him over his boys?
  • He wondered how hard it must’ve been for you
  • He didn’t deny the fact that he had abandoned you, he ran away like he always did
  • Everyday for four years you were reminded of the person you loved with no hesitation, the person who left you
  • Seven only caved in on himself, he lost you, he never met his sons, missed four years of their lives, missed every day with you
  • And he’d only miss more because he couldn’t insert himself in your lives now, not after everything he’d done


  • V knew that you were the one he’d been waiting for, he knew that you were so much better for him than Rika had ever been
  • In the back of his head though, there was a nagging voice that was telling him he wasn’t enough for you
  • So he broke up with you, after long hours of contemplation he knew it was the best for you
  • To get V out of your life
  • He didn’t see you cry, he didn’t see you reach out to him, but he heard the door close when you left
  • Eight years, three since the surgery, eight since he’d broken up with you
  • He’d done his best to be happy, he visited Jumin more, tried to make up with Yoosung and Seven
  • He was with Jumin at lunch when a little girl ran up to him
  • She had the brightest little blue eyes that V had ever seen in his life, and they were incredibly wide as she stared at him
  • “Your hair is so pretty!” She jumped in exclamation, then turned to Jumin who was sat next to V and whispered, “it’s so blue.”
  • “Honey, you don’t just run up to people. I’m sorry-”
  • Maybe if you hadn’t been preoccupied with your daughter you would’ve noticed the two sooner, but when you looked up to apologize there they were, your old friends
  • And there was V, with the exact same startled expression as the girl who was behind your legs
  • “MC, who is she?”
  • It wasn’t impossible to notice Jumin had left, it was actually blatantly obvious as he was the only one moving at the table
  • “My daughter.”
  • “How old is she?”
  • When you didn’t say anything V knew, how could he not? This little girl looked just like him
  • Aside the blue hair of course
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “I’ve gotta go.”
  • “MC-”
  • “I’ve gotta go.”
  • And you were gone, with his daughter and he didn’t know what to do


  • “I told you I don’t need you!”
  • “Saeran you don’t mean that-”
  • You didn’t expect him to hit you, but one second you were stood and the next you were on the ground with a pulsing cheek, a bleeding cheek
  • You left, you didn’t pack your things or say goodbye to Seven
  • You left because Saeran didn’t want you anymore, and most of all because you weren’t putting up with his abusive bullshit
  • Saeran on the other hand immediately regretted everything
  • Of course he needed you
  • He’ll always need you
  • But how is he supposed to get you back now?
  • He could only watch you from afar
  • And he didn’t even do that
  • You always knew when he was there, you always knew him better than anyone else ever would
  • Seven was so mad at Saeran that he knew he’d lost everything, that there was no way to get you back
  • Saeran didn’t get out much, so the passing of five years felt much longer than it had been
  • Especially when there was no sign of you at all
  • He had to find you, there was no other choice
  • So he looked into you, everything you’d been doing ever since you’d left
  • Proving to himself that you’re better off without him, and then he sees it
  • Twin girls, they didn’t look like him. They looked almost identical to you except one of them had his eyes
  • He knew they were his, they were old enough, the one had his eyes, and normally twins were born to people who held the twin gene
  • It was blatant to him that they were his
  • He just stared at a photo of the three of you, wishing he could’ve been there but knowing that if he had been he would’ve ruined his girls’ lives, and yours
  • He would stay away because everything he touches always leaves, always gets ruined
Let Us Know (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)


You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”


They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

  • Jongdae: This is Minseok, my best friend and life partner, and the one I trust with everything and whom I adore above all others, my dearest most precious person, who can do no wrong in my eyes because he's so brave and dedicated and smart, and we have so much in common. I just adore this guy, look at him, isn't he beautiful? Isn't he swell? Yeah my boy Minseok, he's the best, I love him.
  • Minseok: I guess Jongdae likes me? But I don’t want to assume or anything.

me: aw sleepy taetae is so cute!! 💖😊


  • Yoongi: This is Hoseok, my best friend and life partner, and the one I trust with everything and whom I adore above all others, my dearest most precious person, who can do no wrong in my eyes because he's so brave and dedicated and smart, and we have so much in common. I just adore this guy, look at him, isn't he beautiful? Isn't he swell? Yeah my boy Hoseok, he's the best, I love him.
  • Hoseok: I guess Yoongi likes me? But I don’t want to assume or anything.
[04] Run

Originally posted by happyemofreak


Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.

 Warnings: smut, angst, fluff



As the night went on and the living room was full of laughter and shared memories, you knew you were exactly where you belonged. The movies became background noise to you and boys nonsense, but the night slowly came to a close as Namjoon and Jin fell asleep peacefully on the floor, while Taehyung cuddled Jimin’s sleeping body, Hoseok slept with his head hanging off the recliner and Jungkook slept with one of his legs on your thighs while the other was hanging off the couch, leaving Yoongi sitting normally next to you. You caught the last few minutes of the fourth movie you all put in before you fell asleep innocently on Yoongi’s shoulder.


It has been about two weeks since you moved in with the boys, those two weeks being work during the day and hanging out with the boys at night. It wasn’t always the eight of you, sometimes it would be you and couple of the others, or you and one of the boys but in regardless you felt at home. Two weeks had gone by since the tunnel, which meant two weeks worth of new events to top that; throwing water balloons off a building, jumping into a public fountain, once you even made the terrible decision to join Taehyung on bet that he could beat Jungkook at Overwatch. Taehyung got creamed and that meant the two of you had to run butt naked down our street screaming “JEON JUNGKOOK IS THE OVERWATCH MASTER.” Jungkook and Hoseok were the only ones present at the time the bet was made, meaning they were the only ones allowed to watch the streaking happen. Work at the diner seemed to be much more tolerable, especially on the rainy days when Yoongi and Hoseok would come to visit you during there liquor runs, and while you always gave them a little more food then you were supposed too Yoongi gave you a 'tip’ on how not to be such a loser.

During the two weeks you had bonded with each and every individual in the house at least once: Waking up early in the morning to have breakfast with Jin, going out with V to go and take aesthetic pictures of him, walks and talks about the world and its meaning with Namjoon, Overwatch with Kookie if he talked you into getting your ass whooped, Jimin became a dear friend that you went shopping with, buying all kinds of clothes and modeling for each other… then there was the day you accepted you may have a small crush on Min Yoongi.

It was 3:30am and everyone was asleep as they very well should have been, but your body refused to allow you to drift off into a dreamless slumber. You made your way towards the kitchen but got stopped by the faint sounds of music coming from Yoongi’s room, his door was opened ajar and even though you knew that wasn’t an invitation to come in, you did so anyway. Yoongi was sitting at his desk playing the keyboard with more passion then you had ever seen anyone have; you watched as his eyes closed and his fingers danced in an effortless way across the keys creating the most beautiful combination of notes.

“nae girogui guseok

han kyeone jarijabeun galsaek piano..” You listened to his soft and lingering voice as he rapped about his passion and love for the piano. Your heart swelled for the passionate boy sitting only a few feet away from you to engulfed in his music to realize you were watching him, the soft and slow flow turned to a strong, loud and emotional story about his love. You couldn’t find it in yourself to move from the doorway, even after he had finished playing; he let out a sigh and let his hands bang down on the keys.

“That was beautiful.” You knew he wasn’t going to invite you in, but you also knew he wasn’t going to kick you out so you took it upon yourself to sit on his bed. He finally looked over at you and gave you a tight smile. The rest of that night the two of you spoke of music, inspiration, and everything in between; he had finally showed you his mix tape that he had under the name Agust D, you weren’t exactly sure when it was but you ended up falling asleep on his bed and leaving him to go sleep on the couch. When you woke up curled up in his white covers you were consumed by the faint smell of his aroma, you quickly ran out of his room to go find where the mint haired boy had slept. “Min Yoongi. I know you hate being woken up but I don’t care. Wake the fuck up and go back to your bed! Don’t you ever let me take your bed from you again you fucker!” Yoongi mumbled under his breath and walked up to his room only to turn and look down at you from the top of the steps.

“It was nice talking to you about music brat.”

You slipped one of your multiple pairs of black ripped jeans and threw on a low cut white tank top, topping it all off with Jungkook’s light blue fuzzy cardigan you stole from him after you lost the Overwatch bet. You quickly gabbed your black boots and made your way downstairs where everyone was waiting on you.

“Is that my cardigan!?” The bunny boy yelled pointing at you while looking frantically at everyone else almost as though he expected them all to be outraged.

“I stole it from your room after the little streaking incident.” His pathetic pout soon turned into a full blown bunny smile when the mention of me and Tae’s dark moment was mentioned.

When it came to Jin’s truck everyone knew where they belonged, it was an unspoken contract between driver and passengers, you and your truck buddies usually always remained silent as yall looked up at the stars and waited for your destination to arrive. It never had to do with not wanting to talk to one another but more along the lines of the cool breeze against our faces and the dark sky above being peppered in small glowing stars.

You all heard the low beat of the radio through the closed windows and cool breeze, you took the silent time to take in the view in front of you. You took in the way he looked every time we passed under a street lamp, illuminating his figure and making it seem as though he was glowing. His stonewashed denim jacket with red plaid underneath every rip complimented his straightened mint hair, you took in the way his large hands looked ever so cozy in the black and red stripped sleeves that had a hole cute for his thumbs. He was too beautiful for you to understand and you couldn’t help but admire him any chance you got.

“So where exactly are we going?” You asked while playing with the green streaks in Taehyung’s hair. “There is this abandoned train an hour from here, we spent a year or two cleaning up the first three train cars and made them into a cool hangout party place. They are chained and locked so no one will fuck with our stuff.” Yoongi replied with a genuine smile, you could only assume the happiness came from the accomplishment of making the train cars 'new’ again. “Abandoned train car?” You said more to yourself then to the others, but since Hoseok was sitting next to you he heard. “Yeah, we stumbled upon it back when we were like eighteen? Nineteen? We just starting hanging there for a year and thought it would be cool to make the first few cars into our own little hangout. Its a bit of a drive but we always end up having the best time there.”

About half an hour later, the car had stopped and Jin and Namjoon ran into the Khol’s we were set in front of. Jungkook opened the back window and poked his head out to look at you guys in the back. “Y/n, I hope you’re ready for a fun night.” His bunny smile flashing so brightly in the slightly dark parking lot, Jimin could be heard yelling in agreement from next to Kookie but being unseen due to the fact the back window was extremely small. “I’m ready.”

Jin and Namjoon came back with two bags in each hand, each one holding a average sized pillow, they tossed them into the bed of the truck with us and then we were off to the train. “Are these feathered pillows?” You asked squeezing and examining the pillows that were in front of you.

“Congratulations, you know your pillows.“ Yoongi exclaimed showing an obvious smart ass tone. “Yoongi, I suggest you shut the fuck up before my foot ends up so far up your ass-” You were cut off my Jin’s loud voice, and you instantly remembered the back window was open. “Y/N. LANGUAGE!” Your cheeks flushed and you nodded softly as though Jin could even see you.

 "We’re here.“ Hoseok sang, pointing towards a dark red train frozen on a track. There wasn’t any buildings or houses around, only trees and the gravely ground beneath. Jin parked the truck in the tree’s to keep it hidden from people but easy enough to access and keep an eye on.

Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok sat on one of the train’s seats while Kookie, Yoongi, and Jimin sat in the seat across, leaving me and V to be sprawled out on the floor that was oddly comfortable, due to the rugs the boys had put in.

"Do yall have anything to eat or drink in here?” You asked eyeballing all the boys waiting for an answer. Hoseok pulled you up and walked you to the last car over (the guys following behind) it was the same set up as the other car but they had tables put in between the seats, unopened bags of chips, cookies and snacks of all kinds scattered over one of them; and to your astonishment there was a goddamn refrigerator set in the corner of the room, next to a maroon couch blocking the back door. "How the fu- I mean.. How did you manage to get a fuc- sorry Jin, I cant fucking help it.“ The boys erupted in laughter and you could almost swear even Jin chuckled. "You sound like Yoongi.” Jungkook laughed, causing a small tint of pink to cheeks, hoping no one noticed.

The windows of the car were covered with curtains and cardboard, white Christmas lights and two lamps (on opposite ends of the car) illuminated the hangout place wonderfully. "Y/n, try not to eat everything okay?“ Hoseok joked, referring to the time you accidently ate all the food before he even arrived. It wasn’t your fault he was an hour late.

"Ha, Ha. So fucking funny Hobi the horse.” You spat back, reaching for the slightly melted cupcakes setting on the table behind you. Hoseok was to busy being extra to notice your sneaky actions, you did in fact make eye contact with Yoongi, who knew exactly what you were up too. He flashed you smile that sent shivers down your spine, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his hone ready to capture the act on camera. “Awe you know I love you Hoseok.” You pouted walking closer to him, the pink cupcake in hand. “I know you witch.” He smiled learning down to kiss your forehead, before his lips could reach touch your skin, you smeared the cupcake all over his cheek. The car erupted with laughs of all kinds, Hoseok looked at you in shock before a devious smile spread across his pink smeared face. Before you could run to safety he tackled you to the ground rubbed his face all over yours.

“JUNG HOSEOK GET OFF OF ME NOW!” He stood up a new man, a man full of confidence and power. He looked as though he just saved the world and defeated the most evil of villains.

You stood up with slightly running pink icing smeared over our eyebrow and down your cheek and glared at six of the laughing boys. “You guys were supposed to be on m side."  You grabbed a napkin from the table of food and wiped your face clean before handing the napkin to Hobi. Namjoon pulled out some fruit punch, vodka and a twelve pack of beer out of the fridge and yall headed back the first car.

*3 hours later*

The train floor was covered in loose feathers from the pillow fight you all had, red solo cups tossed in random corners of the car, and perhaps it would have been smart to just reuse the same cup but Taehyung insisted we not make the other cups feel neglected. Sometime between the pillow fight and the tipsy game of Would You Rather, Jin Oppa had brought out the extra blankets and pillows they had stored here for days like this. You sat in one of the cushioned seats and watched Jin and Jungkook fight over the rules of whatever made up game they were playing, you watched in silence as Taehyung fell over in a giggling fit and how Hoseok kept dancing like the fucking weirdo you came to know five years ago. You phone buzzed, causing you to jump at the sudden vibration, Yoongi’s name popped up on the screen and you glanced over at his breath taking gummy smile. No one noticed this small interaction, especially considering Namjoon and Jimin were passed out on the floor and Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung were playing some strange ass game with rules that you couldn’t understand.


Grandpa Yoongz: Google, how do I make my friends shut the fuck up?

You: either kill them, or pray they pass out like Joonie and Mochi.

Grandpa Yoongz: I’m not drunk enough to find your pet names cute


You rolled your eyes playfully and made yourself comfortable, eventually the loudness of your friends went down and you noticed all the boys laying down soundlessly in some part of the car. With the alcohol still lingering in your system you got up and crept your way into the middle train car that held the extra blankets, pillow clothes and other 'emergency’ things. You looked through the extra clothes in hopes to find something baggy enough to wear so you could remove your very uncomfortable bra. You finally found a white, cozy sweater that you assumed was Jin’s, you quickly took off your bra and slipped the cozy material over your head. You looked around the car seeing, paintings and music sheets tapped to the walls, in the corner of the car there was the traditional booth type seats facing one another but the boys had apparently pushed an ottoman in between giving it the illusion of a bed.

You grabbed some more blankets and pillows and tossed them onto the makeshift bed only to plop down and look at the twinkling lights above. Your phone buzzed once again and you saw it was another message from Yoongi.

Grandpa Yoongz: Where did you go brat?

You: My bra was aggravating me so I came into the next car to find a shirt. I think I grabbed one of Jin’s sweaters, think I might just sleep in here tbh

You had already pressed send before you realized you had basically just told Yoongi that you weren’t wearing a bra. It was kind of ridiculous to be so embarrassed of such a little thing, when three of the boys of the house had seen you butt naked two weeks prior. The alcohol was enough to make you not think straight but not enough to make you not know what you were doing, nor was it enough to make you have a killer hangover the following morning. The lack of reply from Yoongi made you curl up in fear, until you heard the train car door open and close.

"Mind if I stick around, I can’t sleep.” You nodded your head and sat up, not expecting him to sit right next to you. He had taken off his stonewashed jacket and was now just wearing a slightly baggy white long sleeve shirt. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, you took in his every feature you could before he turned to look at you.

“So, I was thinking about that song you were playing the day I saw you throw away your work. It was really good and I knew you had just wrote it that morning. I could never do that.” You couldn’t tell if it was the liquor not letting him hold back a compliment or if it was him just being real with you.

“Yoongi, you are such a piece of shit. Your going to be big one day, playing shows and having millions of people attempting to rap along with you, girls are gunna be turned on by your tongue technology.” You nudged and winked at him referring to one of his lines in Agust D, though you were referencing his music you couldn’t help but think that it was indeed the truth. When he was in his zone rapping at least seven syllables a second, you couldn’t deny how sexy he sounded, how you could practically feel his passion in your bones.

“Are you going to be one of those girls?" He had a smug smile plastered on his face, if you hadn’t have had confidence on your side (thanks to your friend Vodka) then you probably would have blushed a lot harder then the slight pink that spread across your cheeks. You looked down at his smug ass smile only wishing to kiss those oh so inviting lips, then looked up at his round cheeks and puppy eyes. God, he is perfect.

"Why? Do you wish I was one of those girls?” You teased, studying how he licked his lips and sported only a bigger smile, feeding into the carefree game of liquor confidence. He cocked his head slightly and raised an eyebrow studying you like you were a new hand in a game of cards. He smelled of detergent and winter accompanied by the smell of vodka and fruit punch, and you couldn’t help but want to see if he tasted the way he smelt. You wanted him to do you with the same passion he had when he was playing music, you wanted to taste the beer and fruit punch oozing off his cocky words.

“I’d say yes but that would be too easy,” His hand brushed against your knee causing a current to flow through your body. “Instead I could tease you for the way you’ve been staring at my lips." Confidence dripped from every last word sending your body to turn to jello, and when his hand found its way to your thigh you knew what was going to happen wasn’t a good idea, that the confidence enhancer’s were taking over.

"What about you D Boy? I saw the way you were looking at mine, don’t act so innocent.” You grazed the side of his cheek causing him to slightly stiffen by the sudden act of affection. You ran your fingers through his minty locks and found their way down to the collar of his shirt, grabbing a fist full in your hand you pulled him closer to you, causing your lips to be centimeters apart.

“There’s nothing innocent about me right now baby.” He cooed before smashing his lips against yours, your hands wrapped around his neck while he scooped you into his lap having your straddle him. His hand never left your thigh, in fact his grip tightened causing you whimper slightly.

The kiss was nothing less then hungry, his soft lips hugging yours in the most beautiful yet needy way possible, you knew what was happening shouldn’t be happening under these circumstances, but they way his hands were running down your thighs and the way he took your bottom lip in between his teeth made your mind focus on nothing more then the taste of his sweet lips. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip asking for entrance and the minute you gave him access his tongue found yours, fighting for dominance. Despite the liquor coursing through your veins, you felt the walls around you disappear and it was just the two of you sharing an intoxicated kiss. A kiss you wanted to happen since the day you saw him walking down the house stairs that first day.. but you would never have admitted that. You pushed your body closer to him as if that was even possible, his hands finding their way to yours hips and pushing you down against him softly almost as if he was testing the waters and looking for some sign of approval. It was enough for you to feel his hardening bulge against you, pulling away from his intoxicating kiss and studying his swollen lips and lust filled eyes.

“Take your shirt off.” He quickly obeyed your demands and shed the white shirt from his sugary skin, you were hungry for the taste of his lips again but he had other plans. “Take yours off.” You pulled the sweater over your head to reveal your exposed breasts, Yoongi wasted no time in pushing you down onto the burgundy ottoman and attacking your neck with bites that were sure to leave a mark. One of your hands gripped his beautiful mint hair, tugging every time he licked over his newly made hickey, every tug earning a low groan to escape his still slightly swollen lips.

You were too engulfed with the feeling of his lips (that were now on your collarbone) to notice his large hand reaching up to cup one of your breasts, the coolness from his hand on your bare skin sent a small shiver down your body and the moment he took your sensitive bud in between his thumb and index finger a soft moan left your lips.

Within a few lustful moments you were both in your underwear and you were in need of some sort of friction, you rolled yourself over allowing the sugary skinned boy to be laying underneath you, you pressed your barley covered core against his fully erect cock and watched as his eyes shut. A smile spread across your face as you rolled your hips into him, it only took a few hard rolls before Yoongi felt the need to take the lead and flip yall so he was hovering over your almost naked body. He trailed his hand down your stomach and stopped right above your skimpy underwear, he was teasing you and you were to needy for him to care.

“Oppa, please touch me.” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for his gloriously long fingers to work their magic. The Mint sugar boy smirked at you before he crashed his lips hungrily against yours, you were to busy taking his lip in between your teeth to realize Yoongi had slipped your panties down. Without warning two fingers were slammed into you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so wet for me.” He whispered in your ear causing soft moans of his name to fall from your lips, his words alone only made your heart beat faster and your breath to shorten. “You sound so pretty when you moan my name baby.” He pumped his fingers faster leaving you a breathless mess underneath him, the funny feeling in the pit of your stomach was beginning to bubble up and you whimpered for him to fuck you.

“Fuck me Oppa. Please. I need you.” Yoongi let out an almost animalistic growl hearing those dirty words fall from your tasteful and swollen lips, He freed himself from his boxers and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, he mumbled something about a condom but you quickly assured him you were on the pill, you reached down and took his cock in your small hands and began to pump him, drenching his length in his glistening pre cum.

“Y/n, I’m not going to last long if you continue.” He moaned, softly moving your hand away, he lined himself up with your entrance and kissed you for good measure before slowly pushing into your trembling cunt. He slammed into causing you to moan in painful pleasure, he let you adjust to his length before you begged him to move. You arched your back slightly giving him the opportunity to snake his arm around your lower back, your hands scratched down your back only causing a ’fuck’ to fall from his sweet lips. He was pounding you into the ottoman with every hard thrust, strangled moans fell from his lips as he slammed in and out of you, the sound of his muffled moans and heavy breathing caused your fingertips to dig into his nicely structured back. The room was full of twinkling lights and drunken intimacy, filling its walls with moans and hisses; the two of you were far from quiet but didnt dare be loud.

“Mmm, you’re s-so fuc-fucking tight.” His words dripped of sex and lust, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring up at his slightly flushed cheeks and matted down minty hair, he looked like a God, beautiful and flawless. Soft grunts left his mouth and judging by the way his thrusts got a bit sloppier you knew he wasnt going to last too long. Without hesitation you carefully flipped yall over once again and leaned down to attach your lips to his neck, you mumbled sweet and sexy nothings into his ear before continuing the newly made bruise on his oh so inviting neck. You tested the waters of the new position and smiled as his eyes rolled back and his hands tightened around your bare hips, you placed your hands on his chest as you began to ride his dick slowly turning the once so cocky boy into a moaning mess beneath you. The new position hit just the right spot sending your head back and loud moans to escape the lips Yoongi couldn’t get enough of, he took this opportunity to make you bounce on his dick faster, the sudden change of speed made the tight feeling in your stomach to come back as you moaned your warning.

“I’m close Yoongi. I’m so close.” His breathing became quicker and his control on your pace became sloppy as he approached his own high, a loud and throaty moan of your name to leave his lips. “Cum for me Y/n. Cum all over my cock baby.” His words of encouragement sent your body of the edge as you let go, a string of profanities mixed with his name left your mouth. Your walls clenched around his twitching cock leaving the minty boy underneath you to send out the same list of profanities you had just uttered, you bounced on his dick faster and faster until his hands could barley keep hold of your hips, the moans of his names and the pleading for him to cum only made his voice shakier. As much as he would have loved to take charge he was too drunk to care but not drunk enough to let how pretty your moans were, and how beautiful you looked riding his dick go unnoticed. He filled your pussy with his white, hot pleasure leaving you shaky and dazed on top of him, you could barley hold yourself up anymore so you slid off Yoongi’s dick and down beside him.

The car filled with heavy breathing, and soft profanities. Too lazy to clean yourselves off, too tired to talk about had just happened and too happy to realize the boys could walk in on both your naked bodies underneath one of the thin covers. You turned your head enough to see Yoongi staring at the twinkling lights above, flushed pink cheeks against his pale skin looking so beautiful with his mint hair as well. He was in the softest state from the most sinful games, you wanted nothing more then to bury your face in his chest and sleep in his arms but you knew. You knew this meant nothing to him, that it was a fun and drunken mistake, and that’s not his fault. Sleep caught up with your tired bones as you fell victim to a sleepless night.

He laid there silently not fully aware of what he should do next, if only you knew how badly he wanted to look over at you and study your flushed cheeks and bare body, part of him wished he was drunk enough to forget the lustful night that ended with him doing exactly what he wished he would be able to do. 'It was just the liquor’ he repeated to himself. 'It was just liquor that gave you and Y/n the lack of reasoning to stop what had started.’ You hadn’t noticed him taking in every curve and swell of your naked body while you moaned his name; he knew what yall were doing was wrong but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop and think, he couldn’t. The alcohol coursing through his body like tainted blood made his body shake with adrenaline, he knew tomorrow was just another day. Tomorrow was a day that you would realize what had happened was fun but an accident, a tipsy accident. Against his better judgment he looked over at your now sleeping form, the white sheet covering your most intimidate areas and leaving your nicely marked collarbones and neck, your hair was matted against your face and without fully realizing what he was doing, Yoongi reach over and pushed her hair out of your face. He knew he should probably get up and get dressed and leave the train car but sleep crept up on him, having different plans for him.

“WOAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Jungkook screamed covering his eyes as if he could erase his imagination. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the boys standing in front of you, you looked down at your naked body covered in a thin sheet and seeing Yoongi adjusting his eyes to the new found light of day. You looked at Hoseok who was smirking like an idiot with one eyebrow raised and his hands crossed over his chest.

“Well Y/n, looks like Yoongi sure did a good job marking you.” Namjoon winked making your face grow hot. Yoongi sat up with his hair a complete mess and the few hickies you left him now visible for the world to see, well for the guys to see at least.

"Looks like Y/n got Yoongi pretty good too.” Taehyung hummed, wiggling his eyebrows like we were back in High School or something. Hoseok handed you the sweater that had been tossed on the floor last night, so you could slip it over your overly exposed body. Before you could open your mouth to ask them to leave so you could get dressed, Yoongi spoke up.

“Oh my god guys, we were drunk and things happened. For fucks sake this isn’t high school.” You chuckled slightly to play off the twisting of your stomach and the aching in your chest. “Yeah guys, chill.” You looked over to Hoseok who sent you a novel length apology with his eyes while his laugh camouflaged with the others. When finally the boys left it was just you and Yoongi once again.

“I think I have some makeup your color, so you can cover up those hickies.” You laughed nervously, trying anything to wipe away any possible awkwardness that could have been. “Na, its okay. I just hope its not going to be weird now.” He said scanning your face for an answer, you smiled sweetly at him in return and assured him things would be fine.

You sat in silence while you watched the three boys laugh and talk about random topics you had eventually stopped listening to. You blamed your lack of participation on being tried, and you watched in silence. Every gummy smile he gave made your heart beat faster then before, admiring the marks you gave him, loving how the dark purple marks looked on his pale skin, how soft he looked even after the events of last night. You could only imagine what his light back looked like with the faint pink scratches, everything about him made your heart ache. His pouty lips practically screaming to be kissed, his hands looking so lonely without the touch of your body underneath them.

The days went by, each day slower then the last; you skipped out on adventures to stay home and write. Writing kept your mind from thinking about your night with Yoongi, Hoseok cuddled you all night and grabbed you warm milk when you woke up from a bad dream,

It wasn’t like you didn’t talk to Yoongi, because you did. Yall stayed up late together and sometimes you would both sit in complete silence and work on yalls own music. You kept your word and didn’t let him see how every time he smiled at you it sent your heart to shatter more, how every time he yalls spoke you saw as his hickies faded away with the days of the week. You knew the minute the hickies fade so does the last trace of that nights events, the only memory being the one you etched into every song, every breath and tattooed onto your brain.

A month has gone by since he woke up naked to you next to him, a month since you agreed that the night previous was a drunken impulse. His heart stops every time he see’s you smiling, and every time you make up an excuse to not come out with the boys, or an excuse to not listen to his new music, his heart breaks slightly. He went everyday knowing just how uninterested you were, you spent your nights with Hoseok, or spent it writing. He knew what he had to do… it was time to move on..


It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.

Hobi: Y/n

Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.

Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..

Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.

Hobi: I’m so sorry….

Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..

Picture Perfect

Summary: You’re hired to kiss Spider-man for the Daily Bugle’s next Spidey-centric article. 

Warnings: Falling, literally and figuratively, bad writing ‘cause I’m super out of practice. Hopefully Peter’s in character D:

Word count: 1500

A/N: I finally watched Homecoming and I love Peter so much, also any and all feedback is appreciated!!! Sorry I’ve been away so long guys, I’ve been trying to find the motivation and inspiration to come back to writing, and I think I have it now? Maybe? At any rate, please let me know how you like this!!! 

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“You want me to what?” As an intern at the Daily Bugle, you imagined that the requests your boss would have for you extended about as far as the local Starbucks, but after his latest assignment you thought that maybe you had underestimated his expectations.

“Kiss Spider-man. In front of a camera. It’ll make a great article that’ll raise our celebrity section’s popularity.”

“I can’t just kiss a stranger, what if he’s like, 40? What if he has some weird contagious disease that gave him his powers but when I get it it kills me?”

“Stop overreacting Y/N, we know he’s around your age, hell you probably go to the same high school! And at any rate, isn’t it the dream of every senior to have a little romance with an Avenger? If I asked you to kiss Captain America I bet you’d jump at the chance.”

“But that’s different! Captain America doesn’t wear a mask, I know who he is when he’s not carrying around a shield.”

“I’ll double your pay for the next two weeks if you do it.” That one made you pause, you could really use that money to help your dad pay the bills, or at least buy something for dinner that wasn’t mac and cheese or noodle cups. And it’s not like a kiss means anything, anyways. You wouldn’t be marrying the guy.

“Fine, fine. I’ll kiss Spider-man for your tabloid section, you’re lucky I’m broke.”

You couldn’t believe you got talked into being bait. As if kissing a total stranger wasn’t bad enough, Mr. Jameson had staged an “accident” to which Spider-man was expected to save you from.

So here you were, standing on the roof of a 13 floor building, waiting for something explicitly disastrous to risk your life. Every little gust of wind had you jumping, anxiety wasn’t a strong enough word for the way your palms sweat and your heart thudded.

What if Spider-man didn’t even come to your rescue? And, not that you were ungrateful for all the good he’s done, but he was prone to little slipups, what if he missed catching you, or his webshooter glitched, or-

“Hi there!” The young, cheery voice you’d come to recognize as Spider-man’s rang in your ear. Unfortunately, in your already jittery state, you leapt back in surprise. Even more unfortunately, you were already at the edge of the roof, and the foot you had put all of your weight on was now cutting through air, along with the rest of your body.

It took a couple seconds for your brain to comprehend that you were falling to your (probably) imminent death, you screamed when it had.

“Woah! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you okay?” Spider-man had swooped in and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you tight as he swung you to safety. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest, hyped up on adrenaline and fear even after your feet were supported by the sidewalk cement. You had wrapped your arms around his neck when he caught you, and you refused to let go until you felt like you could breathe again, head tucked safely in the spot between his shoulder and neck. He felt like safety, and it was weird to admit but it felt like his arm was made to wrap around your waist like that, thumb rubbing comforting circles into your side until you could bear to pull away just enough to see the hydraulic eyes of his suit. You wondered briefly what colour his eyes were under the white fabric.

And maybe it was damsel-in-distress syndrome or something like that, but you actually wanted to kiss him once you realized he’d saved your life.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m okay. Thank you,” You stammered, stomach not only knotting because of your near-death experience but at the thought of being in Spider-man’s arms and how right it felt.

“So what was a pretty girl like you doing on a roof like that?” Your face heated up, was he flirting? Did he know that sounded flirty? Your brain was too scrambled to deal with this right now.

“Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you?” You’d managed to sound somewhat flirty and confident, sliding your hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders, finding the seam for his mask and running your fingers over it cautiously.

“I- wait- really?” You thought that you could get used to making Spider-man nervous enough to stumble over his words. For someone who’s face you’d never seen, he was pretty cute.

“Do you mind if I lift your mask? Just up to your nose.” You slipped your fingers underneath the fabric but his hands shot up to hold them at the base of his neck.

“W-what for?” You smiled softly, feeling his heart racing just as fast as yours.

“So I can thank you properly, silly.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced yet, so you tried again. “Have a little faith Spidey. Sure, you scared me off a really high roof and made me fear for my life, but you also saved me. Besides, I’m not the only one you’ve saved, I think I should thank you on their behalf as well.”

“Okay,” He let go of your hands, letting you slip his mask up to his nose and quickly admire the shape of his jaw and appreciate his lips as he expressed his confusion; “I don’t know why you need my mask off to say thank you though, I mean you already said it and-” You cut him off with your lips, one of your hands cupping his cheek to bring him closer while the other rested on his chest where you could feel his heart skip a beat. He made a small sound of surprise, which you found adorable.

Spider-man’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer before he craned his neck down to make kissing you easier. You wondered if it was normal for every part of you to tingle under his touch, having thought that the whole ‘fireworks when you kiss’ cliche was an exaggeration. Maybe Spider-man was just a really really good kisser, and it was only natural that you would want to run your hand through his hair (if he had hair, you still didn’t know) and keep kissing him until you suffocated.

His lips chased after you when you finally pulled away, not really wanting to separate in the first place.

“Jesus you’re good at that.” You comment breathlessly, biting on your lip to keep you from kissing him again. He grinned proudly, like he didn’t know just how good he was at taking your breath away.

“Really? Well that’s a relief,” He laughed nervously. You wanted to tell him to knock it off because he made it really hard for you to think when he did that, but you couldn’t find the words.

“Like you didn’t know that already, I’m sure everyone you’ve kissed has told you the same thing.”

“You’re right, all one of you.” He joked, but his face was flushed like it was embarrassing to be great at kissing on your first time.

“Are you telling me I’m your first kiss? I’m Spider-man’s very first kiss?” You asked disbelievingly, watching a deeper red crawl up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“W-well I mean there was this one time in grade 2…” He trailed off, looking away from you bashfully. You hadn’t meant to burst out laughing, but you did anyways. Something about the way he lightly laughed with you made you think that maybe he found your laugh as cute as you found his.

“I’m honoured, Spider-man. And I wouldn’t mind being your second kiss, if you ever want one.” You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly before tugging his mask back over his lips.

“I think I might have to take you up on that offer.” He laughed and you grin back, feeling your heart swell at the boy in front of you. You wished you could see his eyes, to see if he was looking down at you with the same growing adoration that you were looking at him with.

“Well, you have people to save, don’t you? Don’t let me stop you from being a hero.” Even as you said it you didn’t really want him to go; you couldn’t even manage to take your hands off him. Instead, they slipped from his shoulders, down his arms and caught his hands loosely.

“Catch you later?” He gave your hands a light squeeze and you just knew he was smiling from under his mask.

“You’d better.” You laughed, watching him let go of your hands and swing away. You already missed the feel of his fingers but the fuzzy, warm feeling in your chest stayed that way as you started walking home, a grin pulling hard on your lips. Maybe you were starting to really like this Spider-man guy, and maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

But then you saw your coworker holding a camera in one hand and giving you a thumbs up with the other, and suddenly all you felt was guilt, eating away at your previously boundless happiness.

  • Jimin: This is Taehyung, my best friend and life partner, and the one I trust with everything and whom I adore above all others, my dearest most precious person, who can do no wrong in my eyes because he's so brave and dedicated and smart, and we have so much in common. I just adore this guy, look at him, isn't he beautiful? Isn't he swell? Yeah my boy Taehyung, he's the best, I love him.
  • Taehyung: I guess Jimin likes me? But I don’t want to assume or anything.