Between The Lines Jb| 01.

between the lines — jb | 01.

⤷ her first love was something she always dreamed about. a love so perfect, so intimate, so compelling, and unbound. a love story like the ones in her favorite books. a love you could capture on a canvas and have it linger on in your mind forever…

pairing: jaebeom x reader

genre: fluff, romance

type: college!au

warnings: none.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: it’s finally here! hey, @defsenses​ i know i said January 03rd, but i couldn’t wait lmao. i’m so excited to start this series! i hope you guys enjoy this just as much as i will writing it! feel free to leave some feedback if you guys want :) 

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Walking through the doors of your favorite local bookstore near campus was always one of the most satisfying parts of your day. As soon as the warm air hit your rose flushed cheeks you instantly smile. The store smelt of new books and freshly brewed coffee from the little cafe that was in the back of the store. The aroma was something you wanted to capture in a candle and burn it forever.  

As usual you walked straight to your favorite section and ogled at the new books that were stacked in neatly organized rows. Your fingers skimmed over the hard covers as you decided which one looked more interesting to your loving eyes. You picked up an interesting book and let the crisp pages glide from your finger pads. You picked up another book, opening it up hearing a little crack from the new, untouched spine. To say you were a bit of a bookworm was an understatement. You found it strange how people say they ‘hate reading’ or they just don’t see reading as something appealing.  

You loved it.  

Reading had always been a way to help you get away, and visit a completely different universe, or time, or era. Nothing made you happier than sitting down with a little marathon of books in front of you.  

Settling down on the floor, feeling comfy and content in your little position, you grabbed the first book from the little pile you had out in front of you. It was one of your all-time favorite books; you would read it every time you come to the bookstore, even though you already own several copies of it at home.  

Romeo and Juliet.  

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bad boys bring it to you

header credits go to valerie @taendrils !!

pairing: tattoo artist!yoongi /reader warnings: choking, praise kink, dirty talk genre: pwp, smut words: 7.1k

Friends are useless.

You finally learn the truth behind these words when Taehyung and Hoseok corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

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Love Potions

‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

‣ Words: 1318

‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

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✎ word count: 6k, lowkey

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For a very beloved lady who is going to be a wonderful mom no matter what. I hope this helps you pass the time and make you smile. I didn’t proofread it because I just really wanted to post it so you could have this!!! I love you both so much. <3333333

Rated T for a bunch of comforting, nice, fluffy stuff with some adult tinges. Word count 4.5k.

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