He's A Dream

iii. It's really you, then.

iv. Little girl

V. Excuse me , Mister

#HAPPYHOBIDAY

KIM TAEHYUNG x GQ KOREA

⤑ 9 months to fall in love extras.

#3 Yuna meets Seokjin

kim seokjin x f reader includes; Yuna being Yuna words; 1,690

⟶ read before or after chapter 5 

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in this light

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 2k

glimpse: love, within normalcy.

alternatively, jimin has a routine at 5:35 in the afternoon.

[ married + established relationship au, jimin's a NICU nurse and reader's a pediatrician, fluff n comfort all-rounder, they're expecting first-time parents <3 ]

notes: happy jimin day!!! i've never been this relaxed writing a piece <3 as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

There’s not a single thing in this world that would remain unmoved at Jimin’s warmth.

He's the embodiment of warmth, all the way from the ends of his hair to the tips of his toes. All the way from the flush in his cheeks and the skill in his hands.

You know it with the way he works at NICU with the fondest smile you’ll ever see, picking up babies left and right and rocking them to have them soothed and tucked. He’s always been adamant on caring for people, already having the specific profession in his mind even back at high school.

You know how he’d budge and grant atleast just one more minute for a parent to be with their baby, giving them their space as he pretends not to know the time. Sometimes he even offers to take their phone and capture a picture, one they could take home with them as their peace of mind.

Your husband tends to be more practical than he is luxurious but you know how he'd treat everyone to coffee every now and then at the expensive café outside the hospital, even going as far in blocking out the dates in his calendar. He greet everyone on his way then, not a single personnel left ungreeted.

You know it because you're married to Jimin and you know that it would take a lifetime to known every single thing about someone, from the inside-out and the way people constantly change.

You’re sure of him because of the way he's your lover that makes every day worth getting up for.

At every 5:35 PM on workdays, he'd show up to your office with his arms outstretched and his eyes slowly blinking. He’d always go on the dot because it’s what works best; after all, you're a pediatrician and all your appointments normally get done by 4 with a significant grace period because you feel sorry for children who'd get cut off. Meanwhile, Jimin's shift ends at 5 but he allots a significant grace period just like how you do, taking the time to always do extra rounds on the babies by swaddling them comfortably and changing their diapers with little to no fuss.

He’s particularly excited to see you today, even if he's just as happy seeing you in other days regardless — nonetheless if he's just woken up and you're beside him, or if the two of you had the longest week and barely saw each other throughout.

He tucks his stethoscope in and lightly hits the knots on his nape as he starts greeting people goodbye, a giddy smile on his face even before they could reply.

"Jimin! I was about to ask if-..."

Hoseok’s the new guy in the ward and he’s known Jimin for his entire introduction period to be so approachable and yet the guy whizzes past him as if hadn’t heard him at all, nearly getting whiplash from being ignored for the first time.

"Not a chance. He shuts down completely, don't even bother," he blinks rigidly at his supervisor who’s just looking at charts, setting an unwavering glance at him that makes him regret even showing confusion at the whole interaction.

"It's 5:33," Namjoon nods towards the clock behind him, looking at it lazily as if he isn’t certain about it at this point.

If there’s one thing Namjoon would purchase as luxury, he’d no doubt splurge on watches. Yet the expensive piece on his wrist, the Patek Philippe Grand acomplication watch he’s saved up for more or less two years, is no match at all for Jimin. The watch doesn’t hold a candle against him because as soon as he sees the guy run his hands through his hair and walk with a smile on his face and a perk on his step, he knows it's 5:33 in the afternoon.

He walks eagerly to your office, oblivious to the way his colleague’s face is agape in confusion as his no-nonsense superior seems to be fond talking about you and Jimin to Hoseok.

You don’t have to look up at the door to know it’s Jimin by the way it clicks and immediately shuts, already foretelling the squeak in your cushions not a second later.

"There's my favorite girl," he dives into your pull-out couch that almost never functions like it nowadays, practically turned into a bed at this point.

You murmur a greeting to his hair as he lowers himself down your tummy that he immediately pokes with his finger.

"There's my favorite baby," Jimin looks straight to your barely-visible bump before he grins up at you, slinding his warm hands underneath your shirt and setting them right onto your stomach.

You've already changed into your going-home clothes and you look snug, propped against your pillow in drowsiness. You’ve passed the time by knitting baby blankets for the NICU department while you waited for your husband, because the sleepiness is there but just wasn’t enough to knock you out, instead choosing to do something that relaxes you.

Jimin nuzzles to your cheek, playfully crossing his eyes with how close he is that it makes you laugh.

"Kiss, please."

He asks for one so politely that you can’t help the fond smile that forms on your face in no time, barely turning to put one on his lips.

He blinks once, twice until he figures that it already happened, the all-familiar whine on his throat as he rocks his leg on your bed in complaint, shaking his head as he deadpans.

"Not that," he frowns, rolling his eyes at you. "A nice and proper one, please."

"Nice and proper," you parrot back, snorting instinctively at the antics he’s pulling today because he also said it in the morning, another running joke for the week.

Jimin doesn’t wait for you to kiss him because he does it himself, growing restless at your playfulness that he grants himself the relief of your taste.

He leans before you could even tell, warm hands on the side of your face as he slots the pillows of his lips ever so gently, eyes closed at bliss and tongue firm and fluid against yours.

Jimin kisses slowly yet deeply. Languidly yet not flatly. Fully and completely, in all ways.

He clutches onto you by the side of your top that he feels the indents of your tiny bump that’s eleven weeks along, humming against you as he massages your lower back that’s been in need of warmth to tame the ache.

Your husband lies next to you and yet it isn’t enough because he has half of himself draped on you, his leg on top of yours with his arms surrounding your figure, the other surely not leaving your tummy.

"Want me to massage your calves? Your feet? Got you new compression socks yesterday, I think I put them on your desk this morning," he pulls away in favor of nuzzling to your neck, nosing the spot below your ear before pressing a tiny kiss on it.

"Mhmm, I did," you hum, eyes slowly blinking because all the tension and stress you’ve been feeling have already erroded by now, "get changed, baby."

His eyes are squinted at you in faux confusion, each one of his queries answered beside the first one.

You nod sheepishly because you can’t pass up, tilting your head at him in confirmation. "I'll take you up on that offer at home. I get more tired these days."

“I got you," he reassures you with no hesitstion at all, already undressing from his scrubs in front of you while he hums in conversation. "Let's go up to Seokjin tomorrow morning. Let's ask about your vitamins."

It’s normal.

It’s mundane.

You're talking about vitamins and groceries and there's love within it still, figuring out schedules even if it meant errands getting pushed back because of how they conflicted at times.

The two of you are conversing about traffic and how the cold makes you drowsy while at work but there's adoration in it still, the quiet inputs of how the two of you are sharing socks and yet there’d always be rogue ones missing.

You’re sharing a makeshift dinner on one large bowl to have the least amount of dishes to wash, enough to forego washing tonight and instead just rinse and soak in water if the two of you get sleepy beyond measure to function.

It’s in the most casual of things that you get to learn about your husband more and how you’d stop at nothing of realizing that you love him even when the sun is low and the lights are out.

Jimin's the type of warm for you to romanticize the most mundane, everyday things.

"Good night," he yawns with his mouth wide open, stretching until his limbs go jelly before he snatches you to his chest, a noisy kiss pressed on your cheek. "I love you the most." He basks in your slight annoyance of him whispering so lowly to your ear that it tickles you, patting your bare tummy as his hands once again found refuge underneath your shirt. “And you too, cutie."

You return his sentiments back but it doesn’t end at that, the phrase that’s been stuck with you all morning resurfacing even when it’s nearing midnight, the only difference being that it’s you who asks.

"Kiss please.”

Jimin complies slyly just like how you did, pinching his thigh that makes him release a tiny yelp, reverting into a fit of giggles with how you look pointedly at him even underneath your nightlight.

"Nice and proper."

"Hmmm," he leans in with the hint of amusement never leaving his tone, warm hands outstretching, "anything for my wife."

Jimin loves you in the same way he kisses.

The same way of love that’s slow yet deep; languid yet not flat. Full and complete, in all ways —

the same warmth at 5:35 in the afternoon, in every minute with Jimin.

i already fell for the tiny angel and devil jin designs and now you’re telling me they have pockets too??? im sold jin, u got me 😭

INSANITY. {cr. namuspromised}

orange-haired yoongi is on a whole new level

YOUR USERNAME LMAOOOOOO 🤣🤣🤣🤣

asdffejfldk thank you 🤣

Congratulations once again on the milestone Jen! You are amazing and deserve every big milestone coming your way! For the request can I please get prompt 19-“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” with Jin? Thank you in advance and I hope you have fun writing it!

pink bean fever | ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre/warnings: best friend's roommate to ??, college au, fluff, swearing, mentions of pink bean but they're 1000% inaccurate bc i know nothing about maple story pls don't come for me, unedited !!

word count: 1.8k

note: jiya !! thank you so much for requesting this :') i had fun with it and i hope you like it too!! also, it's still jinnie's birthday somewhere so i will still consider this a birthday fic lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Kim Namjoon, you’re going to kill him.

Kim fucking Namjoon.

Forty five minutes ago, you were getting ready to walk to your best friend's dorm so you two could go get dinner together somewhere nearby. Now, you're sitting on his bed, Namjoon nowhere in sight, just a few feet from his roommate Seokjin.

The guy that you have the biggest, fattest crush on.

You swear Namjoon did this on purpose. That motherfucker.

You watch Seokjin as he practically screams into the mic attached to his headset, his fingers skillfully bouncing on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, playing a game you know nothing about.

"Jungkook ah! Where the fuck were you?! I almost got killed!"

This has been going on for almost twenty minutes now - you awkwardly perched on Namjoon's bed while Seokjin either screeches in excitement when he wins, or wails in agony when he loses the game. This is the fucking worst way to spend a Saturday evening.

You glance at your phone, praying to every god to make Namjoon reply to your hundredth text message cursing him out and asking where he is. You never should've told him about your crush on his roommate. He even had the audacity to laugh when you finally revealed who the object of your affection was. That fucking guy.

Objectively speaking, Seokjin is pretty lame. From what you can tell, he basically has no social life. He doesn't party, doesn't go out, doesn't take an interest in anything that doesn't have the words "Maple Story", "Super Mario", or "League of Legends" in it. All he does is play video games all day with his friends, whom you assume are the same people he's yelling at now. Namjoon told you that once, Seokjin forgot to eat anything for two days straight because he was on his computer the entire time.

That begs the question: If Seokjin was so lame, why are you so enamored with him? The answer is very simple. Seokjin is as cute as he is lame, which is to say that he is very fucking cute. When you met him earlier in the semester when Namjoon got assigned a new roommate, it was love at first sight.

However, you don't think you've ever held a one-on-one conversation with him before. Tonight might be the first time, when he opened the door for you and said you could wait for Namjoon here. You had squeaked out a shy Yes and followed him into the room where he offered you a glass of water before he returned to his computer, leaving you to wait around for a person you knew had left you to fend for yourself in the wilderness. This is exactly why Namjoon is doing this, you think. He's been telling you for a couple weeks now to just talk to Seokjin like a normal person instead of tripping over your words like a lovestruck idiot.

Occassionally, he looks over his shoulder at you, and you have to whip your head to the other side of the room so quickly you're surprised you didn't pull a muscle, just to not make it obvious that you've been staring at him like a weirdo.

After a while, Seokjin takes off his headset only to replace it with a hat. A... cap? You don't even know what it is. It's got a face of something pink with big round eyes and purple horns, and looks like it should be a plushie instead of something to wear on one's head. His friends have probably gone elsewhere, because he turns off the shooter game he was previously engaged in to play something else by himself.

"Sorry," he says. "I was pretty loud, wasn't I?"

"No, it's fine. I didn't mind," you tell him sheepishly. "Did Joon, uh, tell you when he'd be back?"

Seokjin shrugs. "No. He just said he was going for a quick walk. Went out right before you got here, actually."

Someone give you strength.

He turns back to his screen when you give a hum in acknowledgement. You go back to sitting in silence again, only this time, you notice that when he curses at the game, he makes an effort to lower his volume. Seokjin has a really nice voice, you think. Even when he's cussing, you just want to put it on a tape and listen to it for hours on end.

Okay, that is one thought that you should probably never say aloud. Especially not to Kim fucking Namjoon.

Another 15 minutes pass until Seokjin pauses the game to down the glass of water on the table in front of you - the one between his and Namjoon's bed. You pretend to look around the room even though you've got it memorized at this point. It's pretty small, and the guys don't really have a lot of decorations. Aside from a couple of Namjoon's art prints on the wall and a few of Seokjin's stuffed animals - how fucking cute is that? Jesus Christ, you are so whipped - the room doesn't have that much personality.

You can feel him looking at you as he gulps down his water, clearly not knowing what to say either. You could pass out from the sheer awkwardness that's suffocating the space.

You clear your throat. "Can I, uhm, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What is that on your head?"

Seokjin puts down the glass and takes off his cap, holding it out so you can see it better. "Pink Bean!" he says with a grin. Goddamn, he is beautiful.

"Is that a character?"

He gasps, running a hand through his hair - which looks so, so soft that you want nothing more than to just run your fingers through it. His eyes widen until they're almost as big as the ones on the strange Bean creature. "You don't know what Pink Bean is?!"

"Should I?" you ask, unconsciously making yourself smaller as he stares at you. Seokjin looks equally as excited as he looks offended, shooting up from his chair to bounce onto Namjoon's bed, right next to you.

Your chest almost explodes. In your head, there's a series of question marks floating around; in your heart, there's a bunch of exclamation points detonating like fireworks. Oh god, what is happening?

"Uhm, yes! It's just one of my favorite characters of all time, duh! Okay, okay, so-"

Seokjin launches straight into a whole TED talk on Pink Bean, giving you its extensive backstory and just about everything in the universe that's related to Pink Bean - the quests, its powers, something called a Chaos Pink Bean? Every word he's saying is going into one ear and out the other. To you, he might as well be speaking a different language because you understand none of it and frankly, you don't even care.

But holy moly, he is so passionate about it. He talks about this stuff like Pink Bean is the love of his life and he's gonna marry it one day. Even though you're retaining about zero percent of all this information, watching him ramble is so endearing. His eyes are so bright, and throughout this impromptu presentation of his, he has to pause for a few seconds to catch his breath from all the talking.

You stifle a laugh, and he stops. Seokjin scratches his neck, putting the cap on his head again and looking at you with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk your ears off."

"No, no, it's just-" You shake your head with a chuckle. "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you freeze. He freezes. You want the ground to open up so you could fall into that chasm and never be seen again. Life does not have any meaning anymore. Fuck Namjoon, you're not staying here anymore.

"I mean- Not that I think you're cute, it's just- Well, wait, no, I do think you're cute, but it's not-"

You could see a deep blush painting Seokjin's face, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. You tear your eyes away from him like the idiot that you are. Your lips part, but no words come out because your brain is just blank at this point. You knew you would say something dumb and now you're knee-deep in embarrassment in front of your crush. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

Seokjin clears his throat. "Do you and Namjoon have plans tonight?"

You purse your lips and nod, though you're not sure if he's still looking at you because you're suddenly so keen on not looking at him. "We're just getting dinner," you say with faux nonchalance, as if you hadn't just called him cute two seconds ago and both of you seemed to have absolutely no idea what to do about it. "Joon said there's a new ramen place or something near campus."

"Is it the place where they have ramen sliders? I told him about that place. I've been meaning to go too but, uhm, I don't have anyone to go with."

Oh, hell no. You are not going to invite him to join you and Namjoon after that comment. In fact, you're not going to see Seokjin ever again. You're going to make Namjoon apply for a room reassignment just so you don't have to cross paths with Seokjin. Welp, this silly crush has been fun and miserable. Goodbye forever-

"If Namjoon ditches you, we can probably go together. Or something. Maybe. I don't know."

Your body stiffens, and you know he can probably tell since he's still sitting so close to you and you're not exactly being subtle. Heat creeps up your neck and splatters color onto your cheeks. You're thankful that your hair can cover some of it to preserve what little dignity you have left.

"It's okay. You don't have to. I'll probably- I should, no-" you stammer, "I'll just go home."

"Y/N," Seokjin says, "it's dinner. I'm pretty sure we'll survive a meal together."

"No, I know. It's-"

"Okay. Then let's go."

Before you can say anything, he's standing up. Your panicked eyes follow him as he moves to his side of the room to grab his jacket and ditch the Pink Bean hat. You rush to your feet, spluttering out every polite variation of No, please don't make me do this. I'm practically in love with you and this will only kill me dead that you could think off, but Seokjin is already ushering you out the door.

When he stops by the entryway to grab his keys on bowl next to the door, you could feel his chest pressed against your back. You're going insane with nerves and butterflies and mortification and anticipation and infatuation with this man and this is not fucking helping.

Behind you, Seokjin's low voice sends shivers down your spine with what he tells you next.

"For the record, I think you're cute too."

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