These are the series that I include from my Tumblr page:
-Sexy BTS
(scenes between reader x a member of BTS)
-BTS Short Imagines
(can be random stories that include either all the members, some of the members and sometimes the reader)
-BTS Personal...
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Nights in Tokyo has always been so lively, keeping you awake at every tick of the clock. From the never-ending traffic to the blaring lights of a million neon signs, it can rival New York's Time Square easily. Yoongi's apartment was seedy, tiny and nothing to be bragged about. But beyond the four mouldy walls, the vibrant nightlife of Tokyo was evident - the crammed noodle shop he frequented, the coloured lanterns strung uncoordinatedly and the crowd of bodies pushing through the narrow alleyways. It easily overcame his shitty situation.
Yoongi leans over the rusty railing, its peeling blue paint catching onto the sleeves of his hoodie. It had been raining the entire day, keeping the group of six holed up in his apartment. He always found Tokyo the prettiest after a downpour. There was something about the slick pavements and the neon lights shining through drops of water that gets Yoongi in a good mood.
He hears the sliding door open with a creak, followed by hesitant footsteps hovering behind him. "Isn't it bewitching?" he asks, urging for his unknown guest to join him at appreciating Tokyo's beauty.
"Have you seen Singapore? We had dinner once at a restaurant overlooking the Singapore river. Amazing."
Taehyung comes up to his right, leaning his chin on his folded arms. He looks at Yoongi with big brown puppy eyes, the same ones that Yoongi missed so much. Till this day, it hasn't lost the spark of innocence.
"No, I'd have to say Chicago."
Yoongi finds Jin appearing to his left with his sweet smile. His own lips cracks a smile, though barely. It tugs back into a grim line from the conscious guilt he felt. They had made a pact, him and Jin, to never part ways no matter what happens. Yet decades later, he shatters their promise, leaving Jin to fend the world by himself. Yoongi still had the memory of Jin broken and hurt, kneeling and begging for him to come back. It was ingrained in him forever.
"You only like Chicago because of the Bean," Taehyung teases him.
Yoongi chuckles softly and shakes his head. "None of those cities are comparable contenders. They don't have that essence of magic like Tokyo."
His two new companions kept quiet, having no need to challenge Yoongi's words. They knew, if there was something he admired to a deep extent, it was probably for a good reason. And so the three of them stood by the railing, the cold seeping into their bones as they enjoy the rainy night.
Out of nowhere, Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi and buries his face in his neck. "I miss you. So much." His voice was soft, almost non-existent.
Yoongi could practically hear the pout in his words. And it hurt him, striking him deep into his heart. He hadn't realised his departure would leave Taehyung grieving too. Why had he been so rash?
"We all did," Jin said. He held onto Yoongi's hand like it was a precious gem.
"I doubt Na-"
"Even, Namjoon," he interrupted Yoongi's protest. "The idea of him missing you isn't that atrocious. He has voiced out many times about wanting to make peace."
