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>> take my breath

wc: 465 give me a good morning call tomorrow

“good morning!” haechan greets, cheerful as he sings into the receiver. “it’s morning now, right?”

there’s a moment of silence that passes before you respond, and for a second all he hears is the faint rustle of your cotton sheets. you let out a yawn.

“mhm,” is your eventual, sleepy reply. “5 am to be exact.”

he throws his head back. “damn, i miscalculated.”

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“Some walks you have to take alone.” - Suzanne Collins

i cried...i hate this...😭😭😭😭😭😭

“You may want me, but you need you.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: This drabble includes talks of therapy and anxiety so possible trigger warning. In this, Poopsie is just kind of realizing her struggles with her insecurities and how she projects it onto Jin. And as always, Jin is an absolute sweetheart. Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoy! :))

YOU were doing it again. You knew you were. Jin was just busy, his job was stressful at the moment. They were preparing for a fucking comeback, for godsake, it wasn’t about you.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from sending the text.

You: Can we talk when you get here? If you’re even still coming over.

It wasn’t volatile or aggressive, but you knew he’d read it and know that you were upset, and therefore you’d receive his attention, and that’s all you wanted. Well, that’s what you thought you wanted.

Waiting for the response was the worst, because you couldn’t take your text back. Your emotions were high when you sent it and you knew it was a destructive thing to do, but it felt like the physical illness from the anxiousness sitting in your stomach wouldn’t ease until you hit send.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent the message, and Jin hadn’t even opened it. God, you were acting like a fucking lunatic, checking the conversation repeatedly to see if he had read it yet.

Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed the drawing pad Jungkook left at your apartment from a few days ago, sifting through the sketches to find a blank page. The kid could draw, you thought as you appreciated his work.

Landing on a blank page, you picked up the pencil from the coffee table and began dragging it across the page. You were not an artist, you just needed the mental break that watching the graphite appear on the white page provided.

Half way through your child-like drawing, your apartment door opened, a very tired Jin stepping inside with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Kicking his shoes off, he lifted his gaze to find you staring at him from the floor in front of the couch.

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“I’m a simple man, love.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: ok, this is legit just Jin coming home exhausted after dance practice and recording and his lady just helps him get ready for bed. That’s the plot. Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

LATELY you’d been having trouble sleeping, just, too much on your mind as the nights grew darker. With your boyfriend still at work, you decided to bake cookies, despite it being nearly 11:30 pm. As the cookies sat in the oven, you leaned over the counter, scrolling through your phone.

The apartment was silent besides the low hum of the TV that you left on for white noise, and yet you still barely heard the front door click shut, the sound of rustling hardly audible. You looked toward the entrance, waiting for your boyfriend to step into view, and when he finally walked further into the apartment he didn’t even look your way as he made a bee line to the sofa, falling onto it carelessly.

You held back a giggle at his lack of awareness, acknowledging he must be exhausted. Grabbing a freshly baked cookie from the previous batch, you made your way to your tired boyfriend, smiling as you approached him, his eyes already closed.

“My love,” you said softly, Jin’s eyes fluttering open, a small adorable smile overtaking his features.

“There she is,” he said as he stretched his arms over his head. “Hi,” he greeted, you smiling widely at how cute he was.

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The idea of love oddly scares me now a days. The thought of giving my whole self to another… maybe it’s the fear that someone may throw it away? Or maybe the love I have to offer isn’t enough? Or possibly I’m someone who isn’t meant to be loved? Love is such a confusing, yet wonderful thing in life. We will never truly understand the meaning of “love” and what they stand for, but it’s one of the things us human beings  yearn for. Love can be so many things and I think that’s why it’s a gut wrenching fear within me.

Thank you for joining my Ted talk on love.

P.s I know love is scary, but try your best everyday to spread love to those around you.

“One more chapter.”

request also for: “I did the dishes.” 

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ drabbles. It was requested by @milk-and-moni​, I hope you enjoy it love! I wrote this very quickly and very last minute for Joonie’s birthday so hopefully it’s alright lol. Oh! Also this takes place the night of my fic, “Forever yours, in every lifetime”  in which Namjoon promises reader/Daisy he’ll cook dinner for them. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

p.s. Happiest of birthdays to Namjoonie, the best leader and the gentlest man around <3 

It was rare that your boyfriend cooked for you, both of you typically agreeing that he should stay out of the kitchen, mostly for his own safety. Namjoon was, to be completely frank, far from a good chef. And he didn’t claim to be, however it seemed as though he had perfected the spaghetti aglio olio recipe he had been practicing.

Contently stuffed full of the delicious pasta, you cleared the empty plates from the table. Leaning down toward Namjoon where he was still seated, you placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Dinner was amazing, babe, thank you. I’ll do the dishes,” you told him with a smile.

“I told you that you didn’t need a fire extinguisher,” he teased in reply, eliciting a roll of your eyes.

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“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

You can change what you value about yourself. Your values and your perception of your best qualities can and will shift with your experiences.

You don't have to be defined by what you liked about yourself before. What do you like about yourself now? What do you want to be your most prominent characteristic now?

the only way I could Remember that you were once mine - haechan one shot

hi! sooo candy dropped this week and omg they're soooo cute🥺🥺😩😩 go stream candy!! anyways here's another fluff scenario with my favorite sunshine, if u can pls leave comments saying 'YOU'RE DOING GREAT HAECHAN!' 💛

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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If anyone was to see you right now, standing outside your ex's door, knocking hysterically with tears running down your face they would think you're out of your mind.

Which you kind of are, your dog which your ex gifted you and co-parents with you has gone missing.

Haechan opens the door, confused with the rapid knocking only to see you standing on the other side of the door looking like that. Instantly his mind goes haywire, thinking of the worst.

"What happened?! Are you hurt?" he ask, quickly but gently pulling you inside his dorm. Checking for any injuries but he didn't see anything.

"Y/N! I need to know what happened" Haechan says, growing more and more worried with every second

"Da- Daisy, she's- she's missing. I can't find her" you said in between hiccups. Now Haechan loves that dog as much as you, but right now he feels a bit of weight lifted off his shoulders when he heard you're okay.

Gently he gathers you in his arms, shushing and gently patting you on the back to calm you down. "Shhh it's okay shhh she'll be fine. We'll find her, but first I need you to calm down"

When you finally stopped crying, Haechan hands you a bottle of water. He already has his coat on, keys and phone in his pocket ready to go whenever you're ready. Only when you were done drinking he notices you weren't wearing any jacket, just an old shirt of his he probably left at your place.

He goes back to his room to grab a hoodie for you, knowing how easily you get cold.

"When and where did you last saw her?" Haechan asks, handing you the hoodie. You didn't ask any question, instead you put it on you. Your mind focused only on finding your furbaby.

"At home, I just took the trash out I must've left the door open. I couldn't find her after that" you can already feel the tears going again

Haechan pulls his phone out, checking the tracking app that was connected on her collar. Coincidently he got it last week when it was his turn to have her for the week.

"What's that?" you ask, "Tracking chip, I had it installed in her collar luckily"

"You did? Is she near? Where is she?" you ask while walking towards him to see his phone screen, he shows it to you

"She's nearby, see. We'll find her" he assures you.

The two of you walked out on the cold night, hands shoved in your pocket. You notice how much colder it got, this made you worry more about your dog.

"I'm such a bad furmom"

"No, you're not. You didn't mean it"

"I can't lose her" you whisper, more to yourself but Haechan heard you. He knows she means the world to you, when he gave you Daisy he has never seen a bigger smile on your face. Attacking him with kisses and thanks afterwards.

When the two of you called it quits, he ofcourse left the dog with you. She was yours more than his. But you know just how much Haechan adores her too so sometimes Daisy spends time with him.

"We'll find her, we're close" he says, looking again at his phone screen.

"Daisy, daisy girl where are you" you say outloud, beckoning your dog to come out when suddenly a blur of white comes dashing towards you and Haechan.

"Oh my god! You're okay, hi love you're okay you're safe" you say over and over again while you try to hug the overly excited puppy. Meanwhile Haechan just stands back and watch you reunite with your and technically his furbaby.

Daisy then runs over to him, clawing on his legs wanting to be picked up. "Hey crazygirl, you got us worried. Where did you run off to huh" Haechan says, hugging the puppy close to him.

He can hear a few sniffles coming from you, quickly looking over to see you wiping a few tears away.

"See, she's fine. No more crying" he tells you with a small smile,

"Sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he asks you, confused why you were apologizing.

"I just barged in your apartment like that, then I was freaking out and now you had to come out in this cold night to go find her"

He shakes his head, looking down at the white fluff wiggling on his chest like she was looking for warmth. He opens his jacket to put her inside, carrying her like that instead.

"I would've come and find her for you"

You didn't say anything, pursing your lips and looking at the puppy now all cuddled up in his jacket.

"Let's get the two of you home" he whispers, "I can go home by myself, no need to tire yourself out" you protest but Haechan wasn't having any of it.

For months now he's been looking for a way to talk to you. Whenever you drop Daisy off you never really say more than a few words to him, this is his chance he wasn't about to waste it.

Also there's no way in hell he was letting you walk back home alone, by yourself this late at night.

He pulls you by the hoodie, leaving you no choice but walk beside him.

"I can walk by myself you know, I got to your apartment fine"

"I'm surprised you didn't trip on your way, you were a mess" he jokes, this earned him a light punch on the side

"I only tripped like three times running up the stairs, the elevator in your building still sucks and I was in a hurry"

"You could've called me instead, or did you delete my number?" he looks over at you, you were looking down at your shoes

"So you did delete it" he mumbles

"No use deleting it when I have it memorized. I didn't even think about it, I was just freaking out when I can't find her inside the house so I just ran to you" you explain

"Why?" he asks

"Why what?"

"Why'd you run to me?"

You stare back at him, thinking of some other answer but it's like his eyes were compelling you to say the truth

"I knew you'd know what to do, I didn't know who else to call. I only thought of you"

After all this time you still trust him that much and that meant the world to Haechan. You may not be together anymore but knowing you still think of him when you need someone, hearing he's still the first one on your list elicits this warm feeling in him.

"Save my number" he says, not knowing what else to say

"Huh?"

"Save my number so next time you won't have to dial it manually, when you need me I'm one dial away. I'll show up, whenever wherever no matter the time I'll show up. You don't have to be the one running to me, don't want you tripping on the way" he jokes

"Yah!" you scold him, meanwhile he just laughs at how cute you were. The fluffball you both love now napping in his arms,

"Thank you, for tonight. And for Daisy" you sincerely tell him, "You already thanked me for her"

"Yea well I don't think it'll ever be enough, she's my everything. I wouldn't know what to do without her. It's like you knew I needed her, so thank you"

In his mind he thanks you too, for showing up in his life. For being his for some time in this lifetime. For being the girl he never knew he wanted and needed, and yet you're the one he keeps coming back to. Like the universe knew he needed you.

"Thank you, too" he tells you, you just shot him a smile. Continuing your walk back home with him and your little one. Maybe tomorrow he'll gather the courage and fate decides to be on his side again.

"Tomorrow, I'm taking her to this dog cafe. If you wanna come with" you invite him, the universe answering him immediately.

"I would love to"

"Okay, tomorrow then"