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Min Yoongi of BTS for Grazia Magazine September Issue ‘16

the we’re at the grammys dance

only you can complete me

I’m screaming at how beautiful this story unraveled. Everything flowed so naturally, like how weeks have passed between the introduction of the problem to the solution to show that time and effort was put into the resolve. I enjoyed how feelings were not forced anywhere, but (again) were naturally presented and taken as they came like Sam and Hoseok’s relationship and y/n and Hoseok’s relationship. This fic felt realistic. I adored how Hoseok treated y/n as his own friend and not as his little sister’s best friend. Also, the scene of them in front of y/n’s door when she invites him in and he says his disclaimer before proceeding to the next scene made me blush so fucking hard because what an honest response in the most gentlemen way; it leads to the assumption that he doesn’t want to pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. I loved this, 10/10 recommend wow. 

Crash Landing

Summary: Jung Hoseok. Notorious hot dude on campus. Excellent dancer. Bad boy. Tattoos. Your best friend’s older brother. There were a lot of reasons why he was a terrible idea. Scratch that, fucking awful life ruining idea. But hey, you’re here to win ‘dumbest idea of the century’ award apparently.

Pairing: Dancer!Hoseok x  Uni Student!reader (fem)

Genre: Slow Burn, best friend’s older brother AU, Uni AU, smut, romance

Warnings: mentions of divorce, mentions of Hobi having been cheated on, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), Hoseok with tattoos 

Word Count: 13.4K

   Meeting Hoseok had been a freak event unlike anything else in your mostly uneventful life, and in that way, it was completely fitting. He had quite literally stumbled into your life. Well, crash landed is more like it. While seated on a bench spacing out into another dimension that was void of any sentient thought after finals he had face planted into the bush right next to you. You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there on the bench, possibly long enough to grow moss, and really you didn’t think that anything could get you to move from your spot. You were on the fast track to becoming a Buddhist monk until Hoseok’s ill-timed passing out had finally gotten you to move. At a lightning speed that you didn’t think was possible after five finals back to back in one day fueled by sheer willpower and too much caffeine to be safe for human consumption you were next to him.

   You had been convinced at the lack of protest or noise at falling face first into a very thorny bush that the man had most certainly died. Fight or flight responses had miraculously kicked on and as adrenaline surged the first thing you thought to do instead of asking him if he was okay was to slap his face as hard as possible. He groaned but otherwise didn’t stir until you started to pull out your phone with trembling hands to call 911. You recognized him as his hands suddenly came up to move the phone away with surprising strength. The man you were sure was dying in front of you was none other than Jung Hoseok. Your best friend’s older brother, who normally looked the spitting image of the sun and good health in all of the pictures you’d seen of him but now looked closer to a strung out druggy who took one hit too many. You’ve also noticed that he has a ton of tattoos that weren’t in any of the pictures you’ve seen of him. Intricate poke and needle types, all littered around his arms.

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