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A NIGHT AT HOME | JIMIN VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,104

warnings: graphic smut, shower sex, sub!jimin, dom!reader, slightly degrading, rough sex

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Withdrawal

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | YOONGI VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.

You.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

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the galaxy in our hearts || myg

⇢ summary: min yoongi has been raising his daughter on his own her entire life, convinced that he needs no one else apart from their family of two. you come along to change that. (single parent au)

⇢ genre: the fluffiest fluff

⇢ word count: 6.16k

⇢ warnings: swearing

⇢ note: sort of a holiday au towards the end; written because yoongi deserves all the happy endings in the world, even in fictional universes.

When Min Yoongi sends his lovely daughter off to school for the very first time, he cries.

You see, it is typically the exact opposite, with your child hanging off of you and sobbing out big, fat tears as they urgently plea for you to not abandon them there. But Yoongi’s daughter is not exactly a normal child and he is not exactly a normal father, so things do not go as planned as he drops her off at the front of the classroom.

They are stopped in the doorway together and he is silently observing the classroom as though the walls themselves might reach out and swallow her whole. Those same menacing walls are so brightly colored they nearly burn through his retinas. Everything in the room appears to be masked over in vivid hues, including the violently canary yellow blouse of his daughter’s future teacher. Nervousness laces through Yoongi’s body when he notices exactly how crowded the room is, teeming with activity as other young students at the desks chatter back and forth, already playing with one another.

His daughter has been homeschooled by him her whole life until now, and though he knows she needs to be with other children her own age, he does not quite know how ready she is for this yet.

When he squeezes her hand, Eunha squeezes back.

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If I can’t hold your pain, I will hold you.

Oh Willow…

This was incredibly beautiful I’m getting misty-eyed. Your words are the epitome of poetry. The way each and every word flows like water, the way you are able to pull emotions from people is such an admirable gift and I feel like every time I read one of your pieces I become winded by it. Winded by you.

You have a true gift Willow. You are my light. You are someone that I look up to. Thank you so much Willow for sharing this. I am forever giving you my love💕💕💕💕

fix you | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst. But like a love letter to angst. Fluff.

WC: 500

Summary: Sometimes there’s an ocean in him.

Warnings & Tags: Grief. Comforting.

AN: My first true drabble. Based on Coldplay’s “Fix You.” Thank you to Elv ( @ezralia-writes​ ) and Debs ( @ttttaehyungie​ ) for giving me direction and immense love on the first draft of this. 

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You comb your fingers from his hairline back to the crown of his head.

The dark waves part at your touch, falling like dark stars, streams of black water around your fingertips.

Again. And again.

Until his hand tightens around your thigh, until his trembling breath comes just a little slower, still rasping through his lungs.

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brain games;

member- namjoon

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,251

summary- im a mind reader and could you please stop thinking about what i look like naked becuase i really need this grade + mindreader!namjoon 

a/n- ahfsd;gjn this was so fun to write! namjoon needs some more scenarios all around, so i hope this one suffices!!

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If you had to sum up your college experience in one word thus far, you’d without a doubt use boring. It’s not that you hated your major- in fact, you loved what you were studying. It was just the fact that the professors were so terrible and made every single day drag on at the speed of a snail. And not only that, but you just so happen to be a reserved person overall, which unfortunately, doesn’t make you a catch to all the egotistical boys- and girls- here on campus. Your free days are spent laying in your room watching cheesy comedies and shoving your face with an assortment of junk food, instead of being normal and hanging out with human beings. So therefore, college is boring. 

Though, there is one person who makes things a bit more…interesting. In your Intermediate Psychology class, there is the hottest boy you have ever seen. He’s tall, with a smile that makes you want to kiss his dimpled cheeks. His vibrant blonde hair is shaved on the sides, but long on the top; he comes to class nearly everyday with it down and non-styled, bed head really. But you like it that way. Plus, this boy is smart. Not just making A’s smart, but this man could figure out how to time travel kind of smart. And the best part? He sits right in front of you. 

All throughout the dreary class, you secretly fantasize about this boy. Not always inappropriate- although those are some good ones- but of simple things too, like of him reading to you as you two snuggle in bed or having a classy dinner at some prestigious Italian restaurant. You feel silly, since you two have barely spoken a word to one another, but you couldn’t- can’t- help it. He’s just that attractive. 

“Okay, who’s next on the list? Kim…Kim Namjoon, you’re up,” your professor says in her typical monotone voice. You perk up a bit, grateful that you get the chance to actually observe his face and not the back of his gorgeous head. 

Namjoon nods to the professor and walks up to the front of the room, not a bit of nerves gripping his mind and body. He’s calm and collected as he begins to present his semester project- the assignment was to design an experiment that causes the brain to think differently and test it on a small pool of volunteers-, his lips looking plump and pink as the form words. You suddenly think about running up and kissing them, but decide against it. That would definitely not be discrete. 

His project is good, really, but you’re a bit too distracted. The only thought in your mind is “What does he look like with his shirt off?” instead of “Wow, what a good theory.” You feel guilty, you admit. He’s a faultless casualty to your secret desires, but it’s his own damn fault for being hot. 

As you continue letting your thoughts plague the poor boy’s innocence, you notice something weird. Namjoon begins to stumble over a few words, not a big deal at first. But as soon as you begin to think of kissing him with no clothes on, he oddly seems to grow speechless. At least, his cheeks burn bright pink and he can’t seem to say a sentence without going “uhm”. 

“Mr. Kim, are you alright?” your professor asks, a perplexed look on her face. Namjoon hasn’t messed up like this before. 

He nods. “I’m fine, ma'am. Just a bit nervous is all.” He chuckles awkwardly, but you notice everybody is too wrapped up in their own shit to care about what has been going on. 

The professor nods, and Namjoon continues, but the oddest thing happens. He locks eyes with you. And that’s not even the weirdest part- his voice enters your head and says something he most definitely isn’t saying out loud. “Stop thinking about me naked, I’m going to fail this presentation!” he hisses in your brain and you nearly jump back from the start. 

What the fuck is going on? you think to yourself, feeling extremely exposed and dumbfounded. Was it just your imagination being an asshole, or did he…read your fucking mind?

“Yes, I can read your mind. Now think about puppies or lunch instead of my body,” he says back, all still in your head. You’re watching him closely with your eyes, his gaze still targeted on you. He’s mostly composed himself now, the blush fading against his flawless skin as he finishes up. Sadly, yours is only taking hostage of your whole face, making completely obvious that you were flustered. 

Your mind is now filled with thoughts cursing yourself for being such a loser. How can you even face him again? You’re utterly embarrassed and humilated. The only person you’d consider a crush now knows you have your own fantasies about him. Wait- has he known this whole time?! you exclaim, instinctively covering your face with your hands and curling up the best you could in your seat. 

“Yes. I think it’s cute,” he replies to you. This time, it’s out loud. You look up to see he’s finished his presentation and is sitting in front of you. He’s smiling wide, half turned in his seat. 

“Oh my God,” you mumble, hiding your face. “I understand if you think I’m some major creep right now and never want to speak to me again.“ 

Namjoon laughs. "I don’t think you’re a creep. If you could read minds, you would know that I think the same about you half the time,” he tells you, tapping the top of your head. You warily lift it up and lock eyes with him. 

“You’re just saying that to lessen my mortification,” you say. There is now way he’d ever think of you that way. 

Namjoon cocks his head a raises an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I think of you that way?" 

You groan. "Stop with the mind thing, I’m going to die. Do you want me to die?”

He laughs again and shakes his head. “Of course not. But I can’t help but want to know what’s running through your head.” He reaches out and presses a finger to your forehead. “It’s pretty interesting. And flattering." 

You scrunch up your nose. "Whatever you say…" 

The professors suddenly announces the class over twenty minutes early, leaving everybody free to go. You hurriedly grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder, eager to escape Namjoon’s gorgeous gaze. 

You practically run out of the classroom, ready to spend the rest of the day curled up in your bed watching Netflix. Though, your plans are foiled when you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement. 

Namjoon. "Listen, I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’ll stop listening, I swear,” he promises, a look of apology spread across his features. You sigh, locking your eyes on the ground to prevent yourself from swooning. 

“It’s okay. I should be apologizing to you, anyway,” you reply. Namjoon chuckles, then gently grabs your chin inbetween his soft, slim fingers, pulling your head up to look at him. 

“Well, how about for a formal apology we go make some of your fantasies reality?” he suggests, a smirk playing on his lips. You bite your lips, feeling flustered all over again. 

With a nervous smile, you grab his hand and jerk your head towards your dorm. “You know what, I think you just read my mind.”

“Welcome home, YN.”

Is my heart complete mush right now??? Absolutely

To be honest, I’m not sure where to begin, so I’ll start at the beginning. I remember when I first read this story, I was heartbroken and teary-eyed within the first chapter. You get introduced to this main character who has gone through so much, who has experienced more pain than anyone should ever be faced with, and I felt for her. I just wanted to jump through my computer screen and hug her and make her some hot cocoa and let her know that everything would be okay. But she had Namjoon, who is absolutely the most endearing person and has the most beautiful soul, to do that for her.

As I continued on, it didn’t feel like I had to worry for her as much because I knew that she would be safe with Namjoon. He’s so perfect to her and he treats her like the finest china. He’s everything that she needed and I’m glad that he was there for her for all of those years, even as a friend. I’m also very thankful for all of her other friends as well who have helped and guided her to become the beautiful person she is now with all of her walls down. 

There was such love in the caress and in his eyes, in the sort of soft smile he seemed to reserve strictly for you alone, that you knew the treasured way you felt in his presence would doubtlessly continue on, even when the two of you were getting along in years. The love in your heart grew even deeper if that was even possible when it already felt like a part of your very being, each breath feeling tied to cherishing the man before you more than you would’ve believed yourself capable of so many years ago when your pain had been so raw.

This part hit home for me because this is when I started to reflect back on everything, and seeing how things ended with their story is just so beautiful. 

It honestly took me a while for me to muster up the courage and read this epilogue, but I’m glad that I did today. I’m happy that they have their own happy ending. So thank you Mint for writing this story and providing such a comfort in so many ways. Your writing is healing and in-depth and thoughtful, it just deserves all of the love and praise in the entire galaxy. Thank you again for making me so so happy, and I’ll forever be thankful for you and this story💕💕💕💕

Pairing: Namjoon/F!Reader

Summary: Failed relationships had become a very taxing sort of normal for you. After another boyfriend steps out of your life, much as all the rest before him, you considered just calling it quits where seeking love is concerned. At least until your longtime friend, Namjoon, confesses his hidden feelings and asks you to give him a chance.

The prospect of a relationship with a guy as wonderful as Joon would have had you over the moon were it not for the fear that your issues with physical intimacy would send him packing like every other guy you’ve dated prior.

But, maybe with Joon it might be different.

Chapter features/warnings: fluff, seriously so much fluff, YN loves Namjoon and her friends and they love her too, did I mention fluff? cause literally that’s what this whole epilogue is, interrupted sexy times that don’t get very far, references to sex, so much friendship, set up for Tongue-Tied/Volume.

Additional chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

A/N: Well, this is it, guys. There will be drabbles in the future, but with this Safe With Me has officially come to a close. I am both happy and sad to end this series, but so glad to have finished it. This was my first BTS fic and it will forever hold such a special place in my heart.

So many of you reached out to me to say that this story made you happy, gave you hope, comforted you, and that means everything to me. I wish you all as healthy and accepting a relationship as what I did my best to portray in this series. Thank you for your comments, your likes, your reblogs, and for helping me to push on in completing a story that has meant so much to me. 

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