I just want to make this post for my favorite GIF maker on here @jeonjcngkook a very special HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Jords, you are the sweetest human with such a kind heart and soul. I hope all your wishes come true on your birthday cause girl you deserve them. Everyone make sure you go wish her a very happy birthday!
Drinking some wine with my funky Cooky BT21 straw.
Guess whose birthday is tomorrow!
Imagine you are a BTS crew member and are just a little younger than Jungkook, making you both the youngest there.
“Are you enjoying your food?” You as whilst putting your hair in a ponytail, walking into the room.
The members all nod with enthusiasm and make sounds with their mouths filled with food.
“Y/N-ah! You have to try this meat.” Taehyung says as he makes his way over to you.
You open your mouth and the delicious taste of the meat soothes your tastebuds.
“That’s amazing! Thanks.” You nod before putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
Taehyung leans in and wipes his thumb across your cheek.
“There was an eyelash.”
He shows your long eyelash to you before blowing it away and closing his eyes.
“Yah! Did you just steal my wish!?” You hit his arm playfully.
He smirks. “Maybe. Maybe I made a wish about you, so did I steal it completely?”
He stands up again, leaving you nailed to the ground as you shake your head in disbelief.
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Commissioned by @btsRODC_100 on twitter.
The story is mind-blowing. Please give a try 🔥🔥
I'm freaking in love with this.
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My writing style is throwing a bunch of words into a blender and turning it on high
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Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
Imagine Seokjin getting home from a fan meeting.
You hear the door get unlocked and you look up from your book. Seokjin walks into the room, putting down his bags of gifts in the hallway.
“Hey Jin.” You put your book down and walk to him to give him a kiss. “Have you eaten already?”
He sighs, “No, but I’m so tired. Can’t we just go to bed and cuddle until we sleep?”
He takes of his yellow sweater. He does really look exhausted, you think. But he has to eat too.
You guide Jin to the couch and make him lie down. “You lay here, I’m going to get you some seafood, because you have to eat, alright?”
He nods and watches you walk to the kitchen. His eyes close slowly and he dozes off.
When you get back he’s fast asleep and you look at his handsome face. You grab a blanket out of a cabinet and tuck him in.
“Goodnight my love.” You whisper and press a kiss on his forehead.
Imagine you and Hoseok decided to break up.
“So this is it.” You whisper with an already cracked voice.
Hoseok gently put his arm around your shoulder. It wasn’t easy for him either since you’ve been together for a year and a half now.
“Yes this is it. But maybe that’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs.
“Yah you’re happy you’re finally getting rid of me?” You playfully hit his arm, lightening the mood.
He smiles, “You know it’s not like that. I’ve had the most wonderful year, seven months, thirteen days and-” he checks his watch, “six hours with you. No one can ever take that away from me and I would never want it to be taken away.
You tear up as the sweetest words leave his mouth.
“Let’s come back here when we get older, to see how life is going then alright?” He proposes.
“When we’re forty. Does that sound okay to you?” You wipe away your tears.
“That’s a deal.”
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if i saw him in real life i’d definitely faint 🤩
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220707 - namjoon on instagram: things for the summer
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Poetic Flower & Toxic Coffee ~ Park Jimin
If my stupid phone didn’t update in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have been so late to my lecture, nor would I have received stares like a predator to it’s prey.
I swipe the edges of my hair behind my ear, taking out my laptop like the rest of the students and in no time, we’re already dismissed to leave. I scurry away from the loudness behind me, not wanting to be huddled by a group of people, and escaping through the entrance of the building.
My gaze reaches my feet, the door gets pushed open but still I seem as though the tip, tap, tip, tap, is seemingly more interesting.
Or maybe it’s just my obnoxious anxiety I have around people.
With my mind wrapped around the monotone sound of tip, tap, tip, tap, I immediately come to a halt when I register the faint sound vanishing.
Something white, is under my foot.
It’s snowing.
I grin excitedly. I have loved snow since I could remember. This country rarely experiences snow and when it does, I’d spend a whole week playing out until the snow was no more or unless I caught a cold.
Now as I walk, it’s just a huge muffled sound of snow sinking and getting squashed under me, which is undeniably satisfying and drastically improves my mood.
Finally I look up, beautiful. The snow seemingly covers everything and everyone. It’s perfect specks of ice falling down, is the highlight of my morning. The snow covered grass eagerly calls for a crispy step into it. The precise footprints slowly start to fall back into square one as more snow covers it up, almost like it wasn’t there in the first place.
My eyes so allore to what nature can bring, I didn’t even realize the sharp whirling wind that attacked me. My hair flattened all over my face, mimicking this morning’s bed head.
But just as I was about to move my hair and position it decently, someone barged into my shoulder and hadn’t bothered to apologize. I gazed back, very slightly irritated and tapped the young man’s back- for some reason he looked questionably familiar.
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Imagine you had to leave the set for a bit.
You grabbed your purse and took out the car keys. You were walking towards the car before you were stopped.
“Y/N! Where are you going?” Jungkook called you and you turned around.
“I’m going out for groceries, we don’t have anything for dinner at home.” You said unlocking the car.
“Nooo, don’t leave me all here by myself!” Jungkook over dramatically whined, falling down on the ground.
You grinned and walked to him, crouching down you lifted his chin with your hand to make him look at you.
“I will be back Kookie. I just have to get us something to eat you know,” you whispered before pressing a kiss on his forehead. You stand up before Jungkook calls your name again.
“You forgot something.” He points at his lips. He stands up and pouts.
You quickly make your way over to him and give him a peck on his lips before running to the car.
“Yah come on! That’s mean!” He shouts. You’re already in the car and smirk.
“I’m getting a better one after!”
not saying yoongi and jungkook should post a tiktok dancing to that that but that’s exactly what i’m saying
Fake Friend ~ Jung Hoseok
➡Pairing: Hoseok x reader
➡Genre: Angst, Some Drama
➡Rating: PG-13
➡Disclaimers/triggers/warnings: betrayal and some angst
➡ Word Count: 1k
A confetti exploded right above me and my smile only grew wider. A hurdle of yells seemingly deafened me momentarily as I scanned the crowd ahead of me-a beautiful moment I wanted to always remember.
Which sadly came to an end. An end in which I didn’t want to occur because of a dreadful moment that viciously ate me alive.
Hoseok, I reminisced dazedly.
He should’ve been standing with me on this stage. In fact, it should’ve been only him, but he always wanted it to be us. Always wanted the perfect image of both of us winning the trophy. But much to my dismay, it was only me. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than honored to win the competition tonight, heck, I was overwhelmed but deep inside I truly wasn’t.
Mindlessly, I walked off the stage. The roars behind me became nothing in comparison to my loud thoughts that were feeding off my flesh. Possessing my brain and numbing my body into oblivion.
I closed my eyes, entering my dressing room with a heavy sigh.
Which soon came to a halt as my eyes instantly widened after hearing the door behind me close without my touch. I twirled around, my breath hitching from shock.
“Hoseok.” I aimlessly walk closer until he stops me with a hand gesture, “stop.” He closes his eyes, seemingly painful to look at me.
“Just don’t. Don’t speak, don’t talk, don’t even touch me.” His tone was stern and unfamiliar.
“Am I hurting you my love?” You asked. “Plea–” he cuts me off.
“I really don’t want to hear it– you first lie, telling me you're not going to join the competition because of my injured foot, and then look at me with pity while holding the trophy I, well we, were supposed to win?” His eyes dangerously lock with mine. “Are you trying to hurt me more than I already am?”