Grown up birthday parties are so dull and boring like no I don’t wanna go to a bar late at night and drink and dance in a place full of strangers, I want to spend an afternoon having a nice picnic in your garden with our other friends, I want to pick flowers while we tell each other small secrets, I want to go on swings and roll in the grass, I want to eat candies and watch the sunset sitting somewhere quiet. That’s my kind of party.
bokuaka zombie au where it’s around 10 years after the outbreak and society is slowly healing itself but Bokuto gets bitten and hides it until he starts to get weak and thats when he confesses to Akaashi and begs akaashi to just kill him before he turns, akaashi tries to do it but he cant so he just turns and runs as bokuto slowly slips away…but bokuto wakes up three days later, confused, weak and thirsty as hell. he finds akaashi left some supplies in the old hideaway they were staying in and as he eats and drinks he remembers what happened, he looks at his arm where he was bitten and though his skin is discoloured as one would expect, his bite wound has almost healed. Despite him healing, he’s still mistaken for a zombie several times and can pass through herds without other zombies noticing him. He makes it to a slowly rebuilding city where he manages to convince the ‘army’ that he’s not turned and that they can use him to find a cure (which would involve using him as a human experiment and basically a lab rat) only if they help him find Akaashi again
Before you could answer his text, your phone lighted up and flashed that Min Suga was calling you. He was always the impatient kind; the type to call instead of waiting for a text reply.
“Hi…” he barely breathed into the receiver, but there was no doubt that the voice on the other line was Min Yoongi. “…so, are you free?”
“I can be in your studio in 20 minutes, but again, why me?” Somehow, talking to him like this made your legs want to stand up and walk around your small dorm room.
“Why not you? You were the one who heard it first and said that it lacked desperation and sadness…” He paused and you could almost imagine him pursing his lips in thought. “I think I know those feelings now. I made the song the way you described it, a song that would break your heart and still, you’d listen.”
“If you know that it already gives off that feeling, why do I need to listen?” you didn’t mean to sound so frustrated, but the pent up feelings just needed to burst out.
“Because I wrote it while thinking about you.” As if he regretted admitting it, he immediately followed with, “…and you said it yourself, you’d listen… even if it breaks your heart.”
You remained silent, chewing on your lip as you looked at the photo of you, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on your cluttered desk. Jimin was in the middle, clad in his dance recital attire, while he had an arm over each of you with Yoongi clearly looking like he had been pulled into the photo while you were looking at the grinning younger boy.
Your heart felt like it had been shot, hearing such a word being whispered by Yoongi’s low register, “It’s the only excuse I have left to see you.”
Finally, you nodded, even when he couldn’t see you and answered, “Okay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
You found the road towards Yoongi’s shared studio much easier than you thought and even your steps were much lighter than you thought they would be. With your scarf (or Jimin’s?) scarf tucked securely around your neck, you pressed the buzzer.
Yoongi opened the door, with his hair disheveled and back to his original black, greeted your with a controlled your smile. “Y/N, long time no see.”
Trying to smile, you stepped inside the studio and unraveled your scarf. “Y-Yeah, it feels like ages have passed since I’ve been here. Not much has changed, huh?”
“Except you and I…” he muttered and caught your startled gaze. “A-Anyway, take a seat.”
He led you to the chair that he usually occupied, the high-backed computer chair was once a familiar sight to you when you spent your days listening to Yoongi’s music with Jimin either playing games beside you or napping on your lap. As you took the seat, you were reminded of simpler times… those short, sweet, golden days when you weren’t in love with Yoongi and Jimin was just your bestfriend.
Yoongi handed you the headphones quietly and you closed your eyes just as the song began. Slowly, your heart constricted in your chest as you the song progressed. Compared to what you listened to months ago, this song felt completely different, as if it was a different song entirely and each word spoke to you on a deeper level.
Just when the last beat dropped, a tear fell off the corner of your eye.
Removing the headphones from your ears, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. “Wow… what can I say, Yoongi? It’s beautiful.”
“Wh-Who sang the demo? His voice is beautiful…” you commented, breaking eye contact and the long silence that followed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.
“A freshman named Jeon Jungkook. He owed me a few things, so I made him sing.” Yoongi answered from the seat in front of you.
“And you wrote everything?”
“Every note, every word.” he exhaled, looking past your eyes and straight to your soul. “I meant all of it too, Y/N. Even when you’re in front of me like this, I miss you. You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know how else I can reach you.”
Yoongi gingerly took one of your hands in his. “I’m not good with words… but that’s nothing new, so I wrote a song instead. I hope it reached you, Y/N.”
You contemplated for long while and Yoongi knew that you needed the silence more than he did. Thinking back to that day when you stood in the hallway on the phone with Namjoon, unintentionally remembering the whole conversation and the way the late afternoon light created colors in his hair, and how that moment felt like the answer to the question looming over your head, but now, you weren’t so sure.
“봄날. That should be the title.” you squeezed Yoongi’s hand and added, “It reached me well, Yoongi.”
Yoongi brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “So what happens now?”
“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”
“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”
“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands.
“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”
Dachi’s words suddenly manifested itself in your head.
‘He just doesn’t know how to love anyone including himself.’
You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: If there’s 2 things that you need to know about this chapter, it’s that I didn’t intend for it to end like this and this was a DEAD GIVEAWAY about the ending. :) hit me with your best theories! I suggest listening to spring day while reading this!!! (I know I did.)
Bts Reaction to Their S/o Covering Themselves because of Insecurity!
Seokjin would be stunned as your hands wrapped round your hips to cover them, he would take your face into his palms and bring your gaze up to meet his before telling you how beautiful and perfect you are; reassuring you of how your hips are one of his favourite things about you.
“You’re gorgeous, the effect you have on me is ridiculous. You really have me under your thumb; one swing of your beautiful hips and I would do anything, so use your power!”
When you began to cover your thighs to stop Yoongi from viewing them he would sigh deeply and pull you into a tight hug so as to give him an extra couple seconds of thinking time to work out how to make you feel better. After breaking the hug he would firmly put his hands under your thighs, picking you up by them and leaning you against him as he talked to you.
“You know I think you’re perfect, your thighs are alluring and gorgeous. All I want is you to love them as much as I do.”
Hoseok would begin to blame himself the second you tried to cover your stomach with your hands, had he not been praising you enough? He would look like a kicked puppy for a second before remembering that he needs to cheer you up, he would put that aside before removing your hands and bending down to you stomach level. He would place soft, sweet kisses leading from your stomach all the way up to your lips.
“You’re so beautiful. All of you… is so beautiful”
Namjoon would be so caught up in the moment that it would take him a second or two to realise that you were looking at the floor and covering your thighs with crossed arms. He would bite his lip in sadness, why couldn’t you see what he saw because if you did you would love yourself too. He would sit you down on the bed across from him and talk to you, wanting to convince you of your perfect body.
“I could write hundreds of songs but I could never explain how beautiful you really are; they could never compare to the person sitting in front of me right now”
You had helped Jimin become more confident in his body by praising him and telling him how much you love him every single day but he would realise in the moment that your palms moved to hide your hips that he hadn’t been doing the same. He would put his hand on his hip and pull at the thin sheet of skin that laced over the bone and show you that everyone had padding there.
“You tell me how amazing you think I am all the time even when I have this so why can’t you allow yourself to have the same padding on your gorgeous hips, it makes my hands fit even more perfectly?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at Taehyung once the clothes has come off, you held your stomach in protection, wanting to hide from his gaze. He on the other hand couldn’t see a single flaw that you thought you had and the fact that you saw the most beautiful things about you as ugly. He would tackle you onto the bed tickling you and screaming praise at the top of his lungs as the loving and loud person he is.
“Admit you’re perfect. Admit that you’re the most gorgeous person ever or I won’t stop tickling you.”
Jungkook would understand you feelings of insecurity because he used to be less confident than he is now but he has fought and become a stronger person so he would know exactly what to do when he saw you hiding your hips in your hands. He knew is was a long process to gain confidence so he would start slow, by telling you he understands what you feel.
“I know its hard to love yourself but just know that I’m here for you and I think that you are beautiful, every single bit of you is gorgeous. I promise I will help you learn to love yourself.”
A request from an anon <3
I have a LOT of requests in so it will take a while for any that have been submitted but I’m not going to close my submissions or asks because I always like new material to work on :)