i have plenty of ideas in my head, so why not write them down?
[general, crossovers, k-pop, anime, etc]
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All the seven boys were scattered around your living room like they had lived there since they were born.
Which was technically true. Yoongi had been here two years before he debuted and frequently visited over the past four years. He occasionally brought with him, Jungkook and Seokjin.
That was how you met him, the love of your life, Kim Idiot Seokjin.
Idiot, because he was standing on the couch, screaming at the male lead of a drama.
"Break those chains, you fool! I don't care if you break your fingers, just do it!" He yelled profusely. The maknaes, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin had cushions over their head to shield their ears, and block their eyes from the embarrassing scene.
You stood there, behind the kitchen counter, watching him make a fool of himself while muttering to yourself, "'I'll help you with dinner' he said, 'It'll be just the two of us' he said." You were sweating your ass off while you furiously cut up vegetables. Finally, when you were millimetres away from cutting your finger, you gave up.
"Yes! Save her! Save Bong-Bong!" He jumped off the couch and onto the tea table. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was a clutz. He slipped and fell back onto the couch, unfortunately on Hoseok who was quietly sleeping. The slip had shaken the table, resulting in a vase, your favourite vase, to shake and fall, breaking into multiple pieces. To make things worse, it broke on a shag carpet. You know, the ones that are really nice and fluffy?
"Oh my god, [Y/N], I didn't mean to. It was a total accident-" Seokjin rambled until he gave a loud gulp, seeing you stab the knife into the cutting board, your knuckles turning white gripping the handle.
"Bangtan can work as six members right?" Jimin whispered, followed by a light hit on the shoulder by Namjoon.
You furiously took out the knife, inwardly sobbing at how you ruined your favourite pastel cutting board and mumbling to yourself at how expensive it was. You pointed the knife at Seokjin, imagining cutting off his manhood right there in front of everyone, "You. Room. Now."
Secretly, you loved how terrified he was of you. He timidly made his way to your room while the rest of the members pitched in to clean up the mess their hyung made. "Go easy on him," there was a pause, "just kidding, beat his ass!" Yoongi called out behind you.
Damn it, I forgot the knife in the kitchen. You thought to yourself as you locked the door behind you.
"Listen, I'm so sorry that happened. I'll get you a new vase, I'll get you thousands of vases if you want. [Y/N], it was a total accident, I never meant to, I just got so caught up in the show, I didn't realize-"
"Shut up, will you?" You finally said. Seokjin's face was beet red with embarrassment, you couldn't help but inwardly gush at how cute he looked. You moved over to your bed and sat at the edge, while your lover followed your movements. He sat beside you and engulfed you in a hug whispering multiple sorry's.
