Those. Hip. Thrusts.

Those. Hip. Thrusts. 🥵

Not so perfect, but so beautiful.

i finally realised.

My go-to song when I've had a crap day.

BAHAHAHAHAHA

I JUST FOUND THIS AND CHOKED LMAO

MADAM. You CANNOT tease us like this. The kissing scene was just:

Aside, DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD (although I worry her vindictiveness means a possible return in later chapters?), and Soobin is just THE CUTEST, and I don't think Yoongs is over OC. But anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH for this chapter, it definitely helped brighten up my Monday blues. You're amazing!

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 8.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 13,452

warnings for this chapter (!) office altercation, toxic co-worker, miscarriage mentions (nothing happens or will happen, Oc is just worrying/making sure everything is fine), mention of parent death and heart attack, sexual propositioning, the reign of Sera is finally over, Seokjin takes control of the situation 🥵, allusions to narcissism, and I don’t want to spoil too much but the ending is sweet I promise 🤧

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; I will be dedicating the rest of May to Season 1 drabbles! Season 2 will begin sometime in June — I will let you guys know an exact date once I know more. Thank you for following this story, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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summary- All Seokjin want after a long day is your ‘anime titties’.

word count- 1.1k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff

warnings- nothing but soft soft soft fluff

a.n.- I just had an image of seokjin burying his face in some boobs and this is the result lol

Unedited cause I was in my feels.

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You hummed to yourself as you chopped vegetables in the kitchen, the knife easily slicing through the carrot in your hand. Next to you the stone pot preheated on the stove, getting ready for the stew you were planning to make. It had been a while since you had properly cooked, but with exams piling up you needed an hour to turn off the stress so you didn’t lose your sanity.

However, your brain refused to turn off as you went through your notes in your head, trying to remember all the neurotransmitters and their detailed effects, even though you had relentlessly studied them since undergrad. Your humming slowly turned into a recitation of your notes as you went on autopilot, taking out the sauces from the fridge. That is, until the beep of your front door brought you back to your surroundings just in time to watch your best friend walk in, dressed in a full suit. As soon as he saw you in the kitchen, he was rushing to you, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anime titties,” he sighed, burying his face in your chest, his nose nestling in the cleavage afforded by your tank top, his smile painted on your skin. He seemed so content that you almost felt bad for smacking the top of his head. Almost.

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