passenger princess(es)

・ ❥ ・ there is nothing that could stop cheol from taking care of his passenger princess(es)

„hey baby, can you pass me the water bottle?” seungcheol let go of the wheel, so he could grab the bottle from you, not tearing his eyes from the road for a second. 

cheol was a great driver, excellent even in his humble opinion - he has never gotten a ticket in his life, and people told him on multiple occasions how safe they felt with him behind the wheel. he was also very much aware of how hot he looked driving, something he often used against you. with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up (which accentuated his yummy biceps even more), the expensive watch around his wrist and, for dessert, his other hand resting on your thigh - you had no other way out than to totally thirst over your unfairly sexy boyfriend.

"honey..." your voice is quiet enough, eyes squinting at him in the darkness. "'m cold..."

seungcheol thinks he loves your sleepy face the most sometimes. there's just something so cute about the way you paw at his shirt, missing his warmth, while half-asleep. he pulls the blankets back over him as he snuggles in to you.

"i'm here," he says, voice slightly hoarse since he, too, is barely awake now. "'m here."

you move into his arms, snuggling up close to him. even while half-asleep, he's not surprised when you shiver a little. you're the cold one in this relationship, always snuggling with him for warmth when you aren't layered up a little. you always shoot down the idea of turning the air up a little--you'd rather just have warm blankets (and warm husband) with a cold room instead of writhing around uncomfortably underneath it all. he draws the comforter over you, and snuggles in.

he kisses your forehead one more time, and stays close to you. your own personal heater for life, he'd called himself in your wedding vows. and he smiles to himself at the memory when he feels your lips press against his chest, separated from the skin by the t-shirt he's wearing tonight.

it matches your own. your own matching pair for life, you'd said in your own vows. the other sock, the peanut butter to his jelly. he just rubs his fingers alongside the side of your arm, content that he's right where he wants to be.

holding you in big crowds | hip hop unit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

Oh, this one wouldn’t let go of you, not even for a second - you’re glued together and there is nothing you can do about it, unless you want to end up with a sulky boyfriend. He doesn’t hold you because he’s possessive or overly overprotective, he just wants to be sure that you’re safe - Seungcheol wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything bad happened to you. His arm is securely wrapped around your waist, hand resting on your hip, stroking it to remind you that he’s always there for you. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JEON WONWOO 

He’s always a bit anxious before entering big crowds, especially if he’s with you, because they are scary and so many things can happen if you’re not careful. So, his hand is always holding yours in a tight grip, and your other hand is gently holding his bicep, just in case. If he could, he would hold you like that for the whole night, but if for some reason you have to let go, he always hesitates before kissing your forehead and telling you to be careful. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KIM MINGYU 

Clingy boy is either holding your waist in a tight grip, or has an arm slung over your shoulder, so he can tuck you closer to his body. You always put a hand on his chest or around his waist to shelter yourself from all of the other people, which makes him melt on the inside, because the fact that he is the one that makes you feel so safe boosts his ego so much - but he swears to do everything in his power to keep you safe. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHWE VERNON

Vernon’s protective side definitely comes out in cases like these, when you have to attend a party or go through a big crowd. He’s very conscious of you and your well being, so he wants to do anything he can to make you feel as safe as possible. So, Vernon always has his fingers intertwined with yours and if you have to be more low key, he’s always there by your side, like, there is no way he’s going to leave you. And when you're going through big crowd, you can always feel his hand at your back, ready to protect you from danger.

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“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.

you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.

a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”

“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”

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a/n: have you guys ever seen tha clip from one of jungwon’s live where you can see his upper lips facial hair that started to grow?? BEAUTIFUL😵‍💫 this is defo inspired by that live keke😖 here’s my masterlist!

“baby, can you help me shave?” jungwon asked, handing you his razor with an expectant look. you couldn’t help but notice the faint shadow of his moustache, barely visible but still pricking his soft skin. knowing jungwon, he probably hated the sight of it—he always shaved at the first sign of facial hair.

you took the razor from him, smiling giddily. “of course, uwon!” hopping onto the bathroom sink, you faced him, legs dangling on either side of his waist. moments like this made your heart flutter—being so close to him, feeling his warmth, catching the faint scent of his cologne that you’d recognize anywhere.

“don’t forget the shaving cream,” he murmured, his tone slightly teasing.

“uwon, let me handle this,” you said confidently, reaching for the cream. he just arched a brow but stayed silent, his lips pressing into a playful pout as you carefully lathered his face. your fingers worked gently, spreading the cream over his soft skin, humming to yourself as you did.

oh my this almost got 1k interactions now😵‍💫 literally unREAL considering how stupid this idea was (and is actually lmaoaoaoo) BUT IM GLAD PEOPLE LOVE IT🤭🎀

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𓆩☆𓆪 LEE HEESEUNG

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he's confused. are they not aware that you're dating him? anyway, heeseung knows it's a misunderstanding so he would put his arm across your shoulder, pulling you closer while passing the other person a smile. "i'm sorry but, we're dating." and even though he says it in a completely calm manner, you can feel his fingers tense around your shoulder, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "that's right, we are. i'm sorry." now that you've clarified it too, he won't waste another second — not like he has a reason to. he might look all good on the outside but you know he's a lil' bit jealous. after all, there has to be a reason for his arms to rest on your shoulders — and on your waist — for the whole day, right?

they need to make an app for the mentally ill …

this is the app we r on it rn babe

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Taking Care Of Him When He’s Drunk ~ Min Yoongi

Prompts: 80, 86 

The clattering outside your front door was all you needed to hear before you knew Yoongi was home, giggling as you heard him mumbling to himself unable to unlock the front door, dropping his keys continuously in the damp puddle outside your home.

You left him for a while, before opening up the door, smiling when he looked up with blurred vision, smiling to himself when he felt your hand grab his arm and pull him into the house.

“Hi,” he squealed “it’s Yoongi.” You took him over to the sofa, sitting him down, taking his jacket off him. “Baby you look really pretty right now.”

“Yoongi, shut up,” you chuckled, hanging his coat up whilst he laid out on the sofa.

His arms reached out for you, but you kept your distance, unsure exactly what he’d do when he had you. “What happened to a quiet night out with the boys? You’re all over the place Yoongi.”

“I had fun,” he yelled, making you jump. “I had one beer, then two, and then three. And Namjoon kept buying me shots, he’s a bad leader Y/N, you need to tell him off next time you see him, he’s a bad boy, just like me.”

You shook your head, sniggering. “You are anything but a bad boy,” you smiled.

“I’m a bad boy!” He shouted, just a little bit louder. “I’m edgy, and cool, I’m a vibe Y/N, you need to get turned up and party like me.”

You sighed, taking his hands, slowly helping him up to his feet. He slid his shoes off, flinging them across the room with the end of his foot, making sound effects happily as they flew through the air. He was unsteady, but your arm around him kept him upright.

“I think it’s time we took you to bed mister.”

He laughed, bringing his hand down to rest on your bum, pinching it lightly. “You want to take me to bed?” He suggestively asked, seductively winking at you, licking his lips. Normally you’d find him irresistible, but the lingering smell of alcohol was putting you off.

You ignored him, struggling to find the words to speak, taking him into the bedroom, letting go of him just before he jumped onto the bed. You headed into the bathroom, grabbing a glass of water, taking some tablets out of a drawer for the morning.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, sleep hit him, but his eyes couldn’t look away from you. His body was limp, melting into the mattress, giggling to himself at nothing, as he tried to piece together what had happened during the night.

“Why are you laughing?” You questioned as you walked in, placing the glass at his bedside.

“I don’t even know anymore!” He cried out.

It was amazing for you to see how much of a good night he’d had, he didn’t get nearly enough time as he wanted to enjoy himself, but when he came home drunk, and you had to deal with it, the fun stopped pretty quickly.

You changed into your pyjamas, helping him take his top off before pulling the duvet over him. He sighed as he lifted his head up, already feeling the onset of a killer headache, which you knew you’d have to face the brunt of in the morning.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, poking your cheek, “why does the room feel like it’s spinning around.”

“I think that’s because you drunk too many drinks tonight and your mind is playing tricks on you,” you teased, looking over at his wide-eyed expression. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “I didn’t mean to.”

You giggled, pressing your hand to the side of his face, running your hand along his cheek. A soft pout formed on his lips, crying out for your attention.

“Why don’t you listen to the things I tell you? You drunk too much Yoongi, and you’re going to pay the price in the morning, but I’ll be here to look after you, and you’ll be fine. Hopefully you remember now why you don’t drink too much.”

He nodded, shuffling down the bed, resting his head against your chest. Your hand instinctively ran through his hair, comforting him to try and sleep.

Quite quickly, he was beginning to fall asleep, but the pounding in his head was relentless. He whimpered against you, desperate for it to stop, but there was nothing either of you could to do make it go away.

“My head hurts and I don’t like it, ouch,” he mumbled.

“Yoongi, sweetheart, just try and forget about it. I know it isn’t nice, but you’ll need sleep now because you won’t be sleeping much in the morning.” You looked down, as he shut his eyes once more, massaging your hand over the top of his head.

It didn’t take long for him to eventually fall asleep, still wrapped up in your arms. But he soon let you know when he was awake the following morning, groaning in agony at the pounding in his head, and the nauseous feeling he felt any time he dared moved.

“Jagi, help me.”

Yoongi, I’m sleeping,” you whispered, but woke up anyway, hearing how groggy his voice was. “There’s water and tablets on the side, get those and you’ll be feeling a lot better.”

He looked over, picking up both, taking them quickly trying to ease the pain he felt. His limp arm reached back out to put them down, sighing at how sore it was.

“I hate to say I told you so, but I warned you about this before you went out last night.”

“I can’t even remember anything about last night, that’s bad.”

“How much did you have to drink last night? You kept blaming Namjoon, but I’m pretty sure who is really at fault here. You don’t need anyone to encourage you to have a drink when you’re in the mood, you sort yourself out for drinks.”

He sighed, burying his head into his pillow shamefully, unable to recall anything he had to drink. “I genuinely don’t know, I lost count at about six, maybe seven. I’m not sure.”

“And I bet you regret it now?”

“Absolutely, never again am I getting drunk. I’m getting old, I can’t stay up until the early hours like I used to, what I look forward to at night the most these days is just sleep.”bts

He tucked himself back into his chest, finding comfort in your hold, feeling your lips press to the top of his head. “I’m glad you’re still in one piece this morning, you were pretty terrible last night, you couldn’t even unlock the door.”

“That’s embarrassing,” he blushed, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, I didn’t realise you were such a bad boy. I’m definitely going to have to tell all my friends that when I next see them.”

“Stop, this is the worst, I’m going back to sleep in the hope this never happened.”

“Trust me, I’ll never let you live this down.”

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