do it for the noods

Seokjin is 11:05 am, he’s calm streets and finding hope with a blueberry scone on the side. He’s sweet hazelnut lattes and conversations filled with humor and love throughout the morning. He’s stolen glances and looking up and down at his phone and fingers, not knowing whether to hold your hand or hand you his playlist made just for you. He’s chilly sunny days walking next to tall buildings and guessing everyones life stories who walk past him, he’s outside unique cafes, pushing his glasses up and whispering so the couple next to him wouldn’t hear, “They own two dogs and a whole lot of student loans.” Seokjin is love songs that seem to tell the saddest story with a happy melody, he’s leaving the past and living in the now because what’s done is done. He’s brunch and roses, even though he thinks that breakfast and lunch shouldn’t exist together. He’s corny jokes that you’ll never get tired of hearing and flying paper hearts that seem to never stop. He’s the highlight of anyone’s day.

Yoongi is 4:26 am, he’s frustrated groans and back aches from the computer chair because he’s been sitting for six hours straight. He’s cold tea in his favorite mug, ignoring it because it only seems to make him more tired, he’s low scratchy vocals which makes it even more worth it to stay up for him even though he tells you to sleep, he’s working too many nights and sleeping too little, “everything has to be perfect.” Perfection, his strongest talent and worst weakness, he’s silence for 4.5 hours and cuddling for 7, he’s too many apologies and laying his head against your neck, the only way he could even sleep. Yoongi is moonlight love, always so stubborn paired with falling off the bed giggles, he’s sudden bursts of I love yous and not wanting to say goodbye, he’s hard work and old couches that became more of his bed than his real one. He’s soft gazes and light kisses under the stars, he’s your favorite nights and early mornings that makes you want to say fuck it to sleeping. He’s more to the world than a genius.

Hoseok is 7:34 am, he’s two cups of coffee in and lazy sweatpants, he’s light chuckles and opening the blinds to see how beautiful the day is to make up his mood. He’s the type to ask, “is breakfast really that important?” And, “Whoever said an apple a day keeps the doctor away is spewing a bunch of bullshit,” just to make you laugh because he forced you to wake up. He’s pretty dreams and even more prettier in reality, waking up to the sight of him makes you think for a brief moment that mornings aren’t so bad, he’s soft hums and sun kissed love, your world suddenly much brighter and sweeter, too sweet to the point where sugar in coffee should be banned. Hoseok is chatter filled coffee shops, someone yelling that their coffee is too strong, the other so in love that they don’t care that their favorite macchiato spilled all over their paperwork, he’s forehead all the way down to neck kisses, each leaving his soft smile, your skin being blessed for the day. He’s love inside out and no one could appreciate it to the amount he deserves.

Namjoon is 5:45 am, he’s almost falling off the bed because he’s too tall, he’s tired rubbing eyes with a smile, suddenly figuring out what he wanted to do with the day. He’s warm welcoming showers and planning out his favorite outfit while washing his hair and singing his heart out, not caring if the neighbors are going to complain. He’s sunrise strolls, taking photos of anything he finds beautiful, which ends up being everything and has to delete them because there is no more room on his phone, he’s grabbing his favorite drink by his favorite barista and sitting on a random bench, observing anyone and everyone. He’s the couple with their fingers laced, his heart slightly aching because his hand suddenly feels like it’s missing something, he’s leaving too many little heart emojis and a sad smile to pair with. Namjoon is love without direction, the falling leaves trying to lead him, but they always blow away, he’s unbroken pinky promises and whipped cream filled hot chocolate. Namjoon is morning daydreams and yellow, his small gasps lighting up the world as he suddenly thinks of another masterpiece. He’s romantic cheesy love that leaves him breathless and impossible wishes that always comes true.

Jimin is 11:50 pm, he’s little giggles masking the love in his heart, if he shows too much he’s afraid he wouldn’t stop. He’s too many hair flips and silent videos that always leaves you wanting more, he’s the entertainment that no one in the world would get bored with, he’s crazy drunken nights, not knowing when to stop mixing in too many drinks because he wants to try them all. He’s cherry cheeks and laying his head against the cold glass table, whispering rambles of how he wants to grab the milky way because he can jump high enough, he’s predictable love, to which he swears isn’t boring and you believe him. He’s small little late night love post it notes that are taken more seriously than official paperwork, he’s random topics that turn into heated debates about whether an iphone is better than an android (he won). Jimin is slow happy songs, lyrics so simple, but the interpretations are endless, he’s clumsy paper thin words that turn into bubbly rushed apologies in seconds and blaming his nerves and sweaty palms. He’s heart hairstyles and always striving to make everyone happy, his embrace and holding himself together meaning more than anything he could ever say.

Taehyung is 5:12 pm, he’s iced lemonade on the hottest summer day, butterflies filling his stomach because he heard you call him the happiest day of your life. He’s late afternoon bus rides, his head resting against the window, wondering what everyone’s thinking about. He’s too many sunset thoughts and restless fingers, fighting the urge to smile when he’s feels your hand over his, he’s sharing headphones and playing his secret playlist, only the two of you could listen to. Taehyung is temple kisses and shy glances then speaks up, “you know what, I feel like fucking shit up,” he ends up choosing the craziest ice cream flavors to mix together and ends up throwing away half of it because it was just too crazy to his liking. He’s rosy sunsets mixed in with blue, changing into purple, which ends up being your favorite color. He’s tired rambling and changing the subject every minute, but in the end he goes back to his original point. Taehyung is lost stars, blue, pink, yellow, and everything in between.

Jungkook is 8:20 pm, he’s hidden love under a shy smile, “it tickles,” the feeling in his heart making him want to shoot for the moon, but he stays in his bubble, risk free is better than losing it all. He’s nervous silence and too many pretty paintings, he’s flush little kisses, each one more confident than the next. He’s thoughtful little gestures that ends up making your whole day, that soft smile never leaving his face, he’s tired laughs and leaning his head against your shoulder, all of his worries magically disappearing. Jungkook is comfort and curious eyes, not knowing whether it’s appropriate to say, “daydreaming about you is the best part of my day,” but he does anyway and suddenly those daydreams turn into reality. He’s slipping fingers and unreliable decisions, but that’s your favorite trait, he’s evening strolls with his hands digging in his pockets, the clouds covering the sky, “I wanted to see the stars,” he would pout, but you see them placed softly on his cheeks. Jungkook is young love, each piece of the night picked perfectly for him.

When the two of you go through your skincare routine together.

[A/N] Inspired by this gif set here. 

Fluff, humour. Word Count: 1.6k.

«letters of your name»: n→nurturing

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