an angel

just the maknae line being a triple threat and making it look so effortless.

love, secret santa | kth ft. pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: every year, on christmas day, for as long as you could remember, you’ve gotten little notes of confession. you don’t know who it’s from, as they’re only signed off as ‘love, secret santa’. and every year, you hope to figure out the mysterious identity of your admirer. secretly, you hope it’s your childhood best friend. friends to lovers. idiots to lovers. idiots to idiots. lovers to friends. this fic has it all yeehaw

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader; jimin x reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 36k ↬ MOBILE USERS GET REKT but also god i’m so fucking sorry

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: lots of pining,,,, god there’s so much fucking pining, everyone in this story is a fucking idiot and there’s so much miscommunication that i wanted to scream at them even though I’m the idiot writing them like this, this smut is something else n im in love with kim taehyung, soft!dom taehyung, sub!reader, big cock!taehyung, teasing, nipple/breast play, body worship kinda idk he’s just v soft and so in love with her, cunnilingus, hair pulling, handjob, fingering, mutual handjobs? is that a thing? i guess it is for this fic lmao, cum eating, unprotected, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this kinda switches between POVs so I hope it’s not too fucking confusing,,,,

⏤ Part of the 12 Days of Bangtan Christmas Collab

December 2017

One cold, midwinter day in Seoul, you find yourself sitting in your bedroom. The plush, beige carpet keeps you warm, your legs curled under your butt as you stare down at the ornate brown box. It’s a beautiful container: made of soft, dark cherrywood, the surfaces intricately carved with beautiful designs and the edges trimmed with gold. You can’t help but tenderly brush your fingers against it, holding it gently - almost as if afraid that anything but a delicate touch would cause it to break. You don’t really care about how beautiful opulent it is; you deeply cherish the box. It has sentimental value - a gift from Taehyung, one of your childhood best friends, on your eighteenth birthday.

However, what’s inside the box holds more value to you than the box itself. Reaching inside, you delicately pull out the small pieces of paper, a tender smile curling on your lips. You shift backwards, leaning your back against the side of your bed and pulling your knees up as you begin flicking through the short letters. Each piece of parchment paper is completely different, some plain white - others more ornately designed with little festive doodles - like the green and red holly dotted in the corners of one note, or the little hand-drawn snowman on another, or even the scrawled, poorly drawn gingerbread man that looks as if a six-year-old had drawn it. Which, of course, makes sense as a six-year-old had drawn it.

Flipping the paper backwards, your smile widens. There, on the back of the note with the gingerbread man, is a little ‘Christmas, 2000’, written in your own five-year-old writing. Your first note. You barely remember the year, if you’re being honest, how could you? It’s been more than a decade since then. Almost two, in fact. Turning the note back around, you fondly run your finger over the writing. ‘I love when you make gingerbread men with me - Love, Secret Santa.’ the note reads. Again, you cannot clearly remember your fifth Christmas, but you do have a faint memory of you standing in Jimin’s kitchen, his mother hovering beside you, Taehyung, and Jimin while you bossed the two boys around. The memory fills you with nostalgia, a light laugh leaving you. Not much had really changed since then.

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moodboard: having a mental breakdown at 3am

this is somehow the most endearing and funniest thing i have ever seen yoongi say

WHAT DID YOU GAIN FROM THIS KIM TAEHYUNG

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍! ♡

I forgot who created this thing but I did it w my older brother and … SKSJSJSK he almost got yoongi right tho

I’m cracking up

OmG

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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Hobi’s number one nemesis, Park Jimin.

BTS fake subs 11/?