When ChatG** Writes A BTS Fanfiction!!

When ChatG** writes a BTS fanfiction!!

So I took @yoongiphoria's lead and asked chatG** to write a fanfiction on Hobi. here is the result! I can't stop laughing!!

Title: "Lost in Hope World"

J-Hope was always the cheerful and energetic member of BTS, always spreading hope and positivity wherever he went. But one day, something strange happened. J-Hope suddenly vanished, leaving no trace behind. The rest of BTS searched everywhere for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Just when they had almost given up hope, they received a strange message from J-Hope himself. The message led them to a secret location where they found a portal to another dimension - the Hope World.

The Hope World was a place filled with all the things J-Hope loved and was passionate about. There was music, dance, art, and joy everywhere they looked. But as they explored further, they discovered that J-Hope was trapped in the world and couldn't find a way out.

The members of BTS were determined to save J-Hope and bring him back to the real world. They encountered many challenges and obstacles along the way, but they didn't give up. They knew that J-Hope was counting on them.

Finally, after many trials and tribulations, they were able to find J-Hope and bring him back to the real world. He was overjoyed to be back with his members, and they were all happy to have their cheerful leader back.

J-Hope was grateful for the love and support of his members and promised to continue spreading hope and positivity wherever he went. From that day on, BTS was stronger than ever, and the world was filled with even more hope and happiness.

The end.

(not bad tho, just there is no fan in this fanfiction. and also chatG** is a little wrong about the leader part.)

—coffee fix.

pairing: lee felix x barista!reader

genre: fluff, coffee shop au, non-idol au

word count: 1.7k

summary: felix's new year's resolution is simple, start liking coffee. the problem now is, he doesn't know whether he is genuinely succeeding at it so far, or he just keeps coming back to the coffee shop around the corner because of the cute barista he met there.

a/n: helloo, this little story was comissioned by @babygothchick and i personally thought it was the cutest. thank you so much for your support, i hope you enjoy it<3

comissions are still open!

Felix loved the smell of coffee shops.

He loved the way the smell of baked goods so perfectly mixed with the one of coffee and it overtook his senses as soon as he entered them.

He loved the overall aesthetic of both coffee and cafés, and how cool he thought people looked walking around with their different shades of brown drinks on the streets.

Coffee itself, the taste of it, however, he did not love. Or, well, at least not the taste of it alone.

But he was working on it, and the coffee shop you worked at was beginning to make him change his mind. More specifically, you were beginning to change his mind.

He still remembered the first time he arrived there, a little over two months ago, at this very same time of the day. You were the only one working that winter evening, he guessed since it was hardly two hours before closing time and the place was pretty much isolated by then.

He had walked up to you behind the front desk and instantly smiled as you greeted him with what he found out to be one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen — one that reached your eyes, which were a dark shade that could only remind him of strong coffee. Whether the connection had been unconscious or not, that was all it took for him to go for it and order an iced Americano.

Not the best of choices, he found out only a matter of minutes later.

It had been quite funny, actually — right after you had stopped visibly panicking, that is.

The disgusted expression on his face that followed the first sip of his drink was quick to give away just how much he hated it, and it did not go unnoticed by you. You freaked out immediately, apologising over and over as you believed you had either given him the wrong order or you had straight up fucked up his coffee. Rush hour had not been that long ago, after all, and you would not be surprised to have made a mistake after all the madness that had been going on earlier that evening.

But he smiled, shyly, ashamed, reassuring you everything was fine and that he actually hated coffee. He just wanted to give it a try, as everyone around him seemed to love it and therefore he had taken it upon himself to make liking coffee his main goal this year.

You had found clear amusement in his rather cute backstory, and, easy as that, that's how your little coffee journey together began.

He would come here every week and try out different drinks you would recommend for him, as you were now just as determined for him to reach his new year's resolution as he was.

He would always come at the same time, when he knew there were little to no people inside. He would always sit on the same seat by the bar, so he could talk to you while you kept on working. If you were busy he would wait for you to be done. If someone else was there to take his order he would just wait for you to come back. For it did not take him long to realise that what he enjoyed the most about coffee was you.

The smile that took over his face the second he saw you behind the front desk and your eyes met his that day, could only reaffirm that realisation.

"Hey, Felix" you greeted politely, walking up to the cash register. "Was wondering whether you were coming back this week".

"Y/N, hey" his smile grew brighter. "Of course I was. Can't live without my coffee fix".

You shook your head in amusement, as you knew well enough by now that he could most definitely live a very happy life without the weekly coffee fixes he had been forcing himself to get.

Looking away from him and at the computer screen instead, you began to enter the order he had been going for the past month — the only one he had managed to like so far. "I'll get working on your iced Mocha right away".

"Actually, um…" he stopped you. "I was thinking I could try something else today?"

"Got tired of Mocha already?" you tilted your head, quickly deleting what you had added to his order.

"Surprisingly, no" he chuckled. "But I thought I could give iced Americano another try".

Your expression right then must've given away how reluctant you were to that idea, because he was quick to explain himself.

"I know it seems like a long shot, but my friends look so cool drinking their Americanos like it's nothing, while I still need lots of sugar and cream not to want to vomit".

You chuckled, selecting the iced americano option on the screen just as he took out his wallet. "You can look just as cool with your iced Mocha, though".

"Not quite" he sulked with a shake of his head, tapping his card on the machine to pay for his coffee. "Besides, I'm finally starting to like coffee, right? I do enjoy iced Mocha after all".

"Mocha and Americano are very different, you know?" you taunted him with the obvious, getting a playful glare from him. "But, I mean, it's your choice after all" you handed him the receipt. "I can still add some extra sugar to it if you want me to".

"Nah, I want the real thing" he nodded determinedly.

Giving him one last smile as you knew right then there was no changing his mind, you grabbed a cup and began to work on his iced drink.

One single look at it after you had placed the plain coffee in front of him, was all it took for you to know he was already questioning his previous decision. Not backing away, however, Felix grabbed the cup and brought it up to his mouth. The sooner he drank it, the sooner it would be over.

It took him one second to try it, and another one to make the exact same disgusted expression he had made the first time he came here.

Instead of panicking this time, you laughed.

"Don't laugh" he pouted.

"I thought you were starting to like coffee?"

Gently sliding the iced americano away from him, he crossed his arms in defeat. "Seems like I'm not after all".

"It's okay," you chuckled. "If it makes you feel any better, you still look the coolest to me".

"Shut up" he couldn't help but join in your laughter, as he adorably hid his face behind his hands.

"Mocha? Caramel Macchiato?" you offered, taking the Americano away from him as you knew he had no intention to finish it.

"I guess I could give the Caramel Macchiato a chance" he sighed, reaching for the wallet in his pocket so he could pay for his new order.

You were the one to stop him this time, shaking your head no before motioning for him to keep it. "It's in the house".

"But—"

"You didn't even finish your previous drink, I'm not charging you for a new one".

"Isn't there like, a coffee shop policy for that?" he teased.

"Oh, hush," you squinted your eyes at him. "Don't worry about other coffee shops and be thankful for the special treatment you get in this one".

Felix smiled at your words. Special treatment. He didn't know when he had started to want to believe it was like that. That you only treated him like that, differently to all the other usual customers you probably had on the daily.

Was that delusional of him? Not wanting to be just another customer to you?

He wanted to believe it wasn't, and that you genuinely enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed yours. It was that hopeful thought what brought him to speak up once you placed the fresh new drink in front of him.

"Speaking of other coffee shops, though…" his voice came out softer than usual, managing to catch your attention. "There's this new one that opened downtown, it seems pretty good for what I've seen. Got very good reviews".

You raised a curious yet daring eyebrow. "What, are you thinking of becoming an usual there now? Are my coffee making skills not good enough for you anymore?"

Felix's head was thrown back as a deep, throaty laugh escaped his mouth, finding genuine amusement in the way you had pressed an offended hand to your chest. "Of course not, your coffee making skills are the best".

You smiled, not letting your sudden shyness show. "So?"

"So… I don't know, I mean… I enjoy your coffee, as much as I can actually enjoy coffee," his words earned a laugh from you. "But… it would be kind of shitty to ask you out to your workplace and have you make our coffees, wouldn't it?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Ask me out?"

"Mhm…" he nodded, taking a sip of his sweet drink.

You remained quiet, intently watching him as he seemed to be greatly pleased with the sweet mix of caramel and coffee. "You're asking me out?"

"That's what I'm doing".

"Like, on a date?"

Felix laughed under his breath, you looked so cute whilst in denial. "Yes, Y/N. I'm asking you out on a date".

"Why…"

"Because you're very pretty, and my type, and I really like your company and would love to spend some time alone with you without this barista-customer dynamic standing in the way" his words could only make your heartbeat race. "I understand if you don't want t—"

"I'm free on Saturdays" you cut him off, looking down at your hands as you tried your best to compose yourself before you could stare back into his chocolate eyes. "I must warn you I do enjoy my iced Americano and will probably look way cooler than you, though".

"I'll take the risk" Felix chuckled, eyes softening just as yours did. "Saturday it is".

🥺🥺🥺🥺

—excuses.

pairing: lee minho x reader

genre: fluff, (very recent) established relationship

word count: 2.3k

summary: you ask your boyfriend for some private dancing lessons, and although he hears you loud and clear, he still manages to believe you're just making up excuses for him to come over.

a/n: helloo, this was comissioned by the lovely @hyunholights and i had so much fun writing it! although i think i made myself soft now ;-; lol. i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for all your support and for being so sweet<3

comissions are still open!

"Wait, so when you said you wanted me to come over tonight and teach you to dance, you actually meant teaching you to dance?"

Staring at your boyfriend perplexed as ever, you blinked two times before looking around in a silent response — the coffee table in your living room had been pushed aside to leave a fair amount of space to move around, your favourite rug had been rolled up and placed by one of the corners so it wouldn't be damaged by all the stomping you had supposed there would be, and two bottles of water had been carefully placed next to a pair of personal towels, just in case you got too tired and sweated more than you had expected to.

Furthermore, the outfit you were wearing seemed to be the cherry on top. Looking down at it, you fidgeted with the zip of the black hoodie you were wearing over your grey sport bra, which perfectly matched your favourite pair of sweatpants — the very ones that you often wore around the house just because of how comfortable they were, and that would finally be put to a good, productive use today.

All those very obvious hints alone were enough to answer your boyfriend's question.

Unlike you, he was standing by the entrance of your living room holding two bags of takeout food he had dropped by to get before showing up at your place. Granted, he was wearing a sportswear too, but that had to do with the fact that he had just finished dance practice with his group members back at the JYPE building, and not with him having come here well prepared to help you out with your deficient —as you liked to call them— dancing skills.

"I thought I made it clear when we texted last night?" you couldn't help the utter confusion in your voice.

"You said you wanted me to come over tonight" he pointed out. "After practice".

"Yes," you agreed. "Which was followed by 'to give me dancing lessons'".

"I thought it was just an excuse to have me come over".

You stood there like the human version of the standing still emoji, and if it weren't for the fact that Minho could see in your eyes the way the wheels inside your head were turning as they tried and made sense of how he could have reached such a conclusion, he would've laughed.

"Why would I need an excuse to have you come over, you're my boyfriend…"

"I knoww," he whined, looking the cutest to you when he threw his head back in exasperation. "I guess I'm still not used to it".

"To be my boyfriend?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean".

Cute, you thought. He had asked you to be his girlfriend only a little under a month ago and he still felt like he needed an excuse to just drop by and see you.

Maybe you should've been more specific when you asked him to come here the night prior. Although you didn't know how much more specific than 'you should come over tomorrow after practice to give me some dancing lessons' you could get.

"Well, from now on… just know that me inviting you over doesn't immediately translate to 'come over so we can have an indoor date and make out the whole time'".

"Aww, but those are the best kind of invitations" he pouted, bringing heat up to your face as he carefully let go of the bags in his hands to hold your waist and pull you closer instead.

"So…" you cleared your throat in an attempt to shake the butterflies in your stomach off. "Are you giving me dancing lessons or…"

"Let's eat first" he proposed, picking up the bags and placing the food on your coffee table before he moved it back to its previous spot in front of the sofa. "I just got off practice like an hour ago and I'm starving".

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

What was supposed to be just having dinner before getting started with the dancing lessons had soon turned into 'let's rest for a bit before we start moving around', which was later followed by 'let's watch some TV in the meantime' and him pulling you to his body — his thumb tenderly running up and down your waist while he switched channels before you could even give him an answer.

When said 'meantime' turned into 40 minutes, a second episode of the old k-drama they were replaying on TV, and Minho's head falling on your shoulder as he began to helplessly drift off, you started to get the idea that there would not be such thing as 'dancing lessons' from your boyfriend that night.

"You're not teaching me shit, are you?" 

Although your words had come out monotonous as ever, the smile that remained curved up in the corners of your mouth could only give away how far away from mad you were at that.

"Mm… what?" he mumbled, heavily opening his eyes before he sat back up.

"We'll just stay like this all night?" you changed your question, bringing up a hand to remove a strand of hair that was covering his eye.

He sighed, closing his eyes again as he threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him. "I wouldn't mind".

A muffled laugh escaped your mouth, as you had just crashed against his chest and were not able to move away from his tight grip.

"Minho~" you cutely complained. "Please, I need to learn how to dance".

"Whyy~" he imitated the tone you had used.

"Because I suck at it" you pouted.

"Who cares".

"I care," you stated. "I mean, how could I not when I'm dating one of Korea's best dancers".

That had seemed to catch his attention. Not a second went by before his palms were pressed on your shoulders and he was pushing you away from him, so he could look you dead in the eye. "Wait, you're serious?"

"About you being one of the best dancers in our country?"

"No, not—" he couldn't help the breathy laugh that had just escaped his mouth, getting shy at your genuine compliment. "I'm not, that's n—"

"Yes, you are" you frowned.

"No, I'm—Y/N~" he whined, flustered as ever; much to your enjoyment. "I mean what you said about wanting to learn because you're dating me".

"Well… yeah, of course" you mumbled.

"But why?"

You shrugged, suddenly feeling ashamed of your own answer and having to look down at your fidgeting hands. "I don't know… you just really love dancing and are so good at it, and I can't coordinate my limbs for shit and I guess I just… wanna feel like I'm on your level or something…"

"On my level?" Minho asked softly.

"Yeah, like, you know…" your eyes remained fixed still on your hands. "To feel like I'm a good enough match for you and ugh, this is becoming so sappy".

Hiding your face in your hands and bringing your knees up to your chest, you heard Minho's light laugh right next to you as you had just curled into a ball of shame right there.

He didn't let you sulk for much longer, though, for his hands were quick to gently grab yours and remove them from your face — your eyes opening in a heartbeat only to be met by that soft look of his that would always manage to turn your heart into a puddle.

"You're so cute," he cooed, cupping your face in his warm hands and pressing a loving kiss on your forehead. "We've been dating for a while now…"

"Twenty four days" you reminded him.

He rolled his eyes in amusement. "Twenty four days officially," he was the one to remind you this time. "We were still together for a while before that, and I never needed you to dance for me to fall for you and consider you good enough. Actually, I've never even seen you dance at all".

"Because I suck at it," you pouted. "You'd leave me in a second if you ever saw me".

"And yet you wanted me to give you dance lessons today? Like, you do realise that in order for me to do that I'd have to see you dance, don't you?" he tilted his head in feigned confusion, a taunting smirk curving up his lips. "Was that your plan all along? Getting rid of me by showing me your dance moves?"

"Shut upp," you whined, allowing a fake cry to abandon your lips as you threw your head back and freed yourself from his hold. "Maybe I didn't think this through".

Minho laughed hard at that, heart squeezing in his chest as he saw the prominent pout in your mouth while your arms remained folded over your chest. Fuck, you had his heart. All you had to do was sit there looking all cute for him to feel like he was going mad. 

All you had to do was pout for him to feel the need to kiss it away.

So, he did. 

Placing a hand on your nape, he leaned in to press his lips on yours.

Although taken aback, you did not waste another second to kiss him back — leaning your body closer to him and digging your fingers in his hair as he trapped your bottom lip in his once more and deepened the kiss, just enough for you to contentedly hum in the middle of it.

"What was that for?" you whispered, still too drunk on his delicious touch to properly speak.

"You're cute" he smiled.

Heart fluttering at his words, you could not bring yourself to move away as he lovingly traced his thumb over your bottom lip, without another word leaning in to steal one last brief kiss from your lips before he stood up and held his hand out for you to grab.

"Come on, I'll teach you the basics".

Reluctantly grabbing his hand, you let him pull you up to your feet. "Wait, help me move the coffee table again".

Your boyfriend shook his head no, taking his phone out of his pocket as he looked for what you guessed was a song to dance to in it. "We won't need much space for this".

Falling quiet the moment he hit play and placed his phone on the couch's armrest, you listened carefully at the notes that sounded all too familiar to you — too focused trying to pinpoint what song it was for you to realise your boyfriend was now pulling you closer, placing your arms over his shoulders and then resting his hands on your waist.

You only snapped out of it when the singer's voice reached your ears. And that's when it hit you. 

K. by Cigarettes After Sex. 

"Are you trying to tell me something?" you teased, finally wrapping your arms around his neck like he had wanted you to.

"Don't," Minho warned you, not being able to fight the shy smile on his face.

Letting out a small giggle, you relaxed under his touch, allowing him to guide you through the slow beat and getting lost in the way his body ever so softly moved along with yours.

This being the one song you were obsessed with when the two of you met and started talking, as well as the very song that had oh-so-casually made it to Minho's top 10 most played songs ranking that same month, could only make your heart melt more than it already had.

You couldn't help but rest your face on his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling that sweet scent of his that made you feel at home in such a short period of time, and that you could never grow tired of.

"You're not falling asleep now, are you?" he whispered when the last chorus of the song was about to come.

You laughed under your breath, unconsciously tickling his neck with your nose as you denied with your head.

"I gotta give it to you," you smiled, going back to his eye level. "Choosing something I can't really fuck up is surely the way to go".

"Oh, I couldn't care less about you fucking up a dance".

"Why slow dancing then?" you tilted your head.

"Because I wanted to hold you close" he let his forehead rest on yours. "And because slow dancing is the only dance you need to know around me".

"Is that so?"

"Mhm…" he nodded. 

"What if I still want you to teach me harder dance routines, though…"

"I can still do that," he pointed out. "But slow songs are better to dance to".

You snorted, incredulously. "Since when?"

"Since you're my designated partner for it" he smiled, leaning in to steal a soft kiss from you before the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk. "And, I mean, I'm practically doing you a favour, since you keep coming up with all these lame excuses for me to come over and have these indoor dates only for us to end up making out at some point".

"That is so no—"

You didn't get the chance to argue with his taunting accusation, for his smiling mouth on yours was all it took to shut you up.

In the end, whether needed or not anymore, maybe you should come up with more lame excuses for him to come over, as long as it meant you would get to feel the warmth of his body against yours and the sweetness of his mouth on your own.

Me too Jk.. Me too. :)))

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