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     ˓ hey ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ in this blog you can

                    find the dating scenarios

                    you might have gotten for

                    the hyung line. :love_letter:

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       ╭      ⁞ ❏. 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲

       ┊      ⁞ ❏. 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼

       ┊      ⁞ ❏. 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

       ┊      ⁞ ❏. 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

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𝟏:: 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

It had now been three years since that day at the cafe. After three months of Jin gaining your trust, you finally said yes to a date.

Now, now you were waiting for a phone call from him. He was thousands of miles away, living his dream.

It was Valentine’s day, a day that you and Jin celebrated religiously. It had always been an important day for the two of you, so it was weird when a bouquet of roses wasn’t waiting for you. Jin usually didn’t let distance get in his way of sending the traditional rose.

For the first time since he was six he hadn’t given you a rose. Something was up, but you couldn’t figure out what.

Finally, Jin’s ringtone came from the living room. Running from the kitchen, you grabbed your phone off of the coffee table.

“Hi.” You grinned, trying to slow your breathing.

“Open the door.” Was all Jin said before hanging up. Furrowing your eyebrows, your heart sped up as you tried to not let your hopes up.

Rushing to the front door you slip and fall flat on your face, ignoring the pain you swung it open to find your boyfriend.

A gasp left you as Jin bent down on one knee, bringing out a black jewelry box. Grinning, he opened the box to reveal a rose shaped diamond ring.

“Told you I’d always get you a rose for Valentine’s day.” He smiled. "Also, are you okay? I heard you falling."

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𝟐:: 𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

“Yoongi...” You poked his arm softly

and waited for a reply.

Finally after staring at him for a

solid two minutes, he turned around and stared back at you.

“Hm?”

You reached into your back pocket

and pulled out a piece of paper with your neat handwriting listing items on it.

“Come grocery shopping with me.”

Yoongi lazily closed his eyes again.

“What day is it?” He questioned. You raised your eyebrow.

“Thursday. Why?”

Your boyfriend sat up and stretched

his tired limbs out like a cat. “Let’s go.”

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“Why does it matter what day we go shopping on?” You inquired as you pulled a shopping cart from the plethora just outside the supermarket.

Yoongi shuffled next to you with a relaxed smile on his lips not answering your question. Together you entered the building and were greeted with the delicious smell of food.

Of course this is why he wanted to know what day it was. Thursday’s were “Free Sample Days”. You laughed softly.

“Of course.” You mumbled to yourself in realization. Small chuckles could he heard coming from your boyfriend.

Pushing the cart with one hand and holding the shopping list in the other, you navigated your way around the store with Yoongi trailing slowly behind as he munched on his free samples. You were unaware of the soft smile that adorned his lips as he watched you shop.

As you came to a stop and examined the different brands of tea, Yoongi’s hand slowly appeared in your field of vision. He was offering you a bite of chicken that he had gotten from around the corner.

“Try some.” He nudged the hot food against your lips. You took a bite of the chicken.

With that one taste you instantly understood why he was so adamant on coming to the supermarket on Thursdays. Free food was the best kind of food.

Yoongi grinned as he saw your eyes

light up at the taste.

“Are we done yet?” He asked. You sighed at his comment.

“Don't make me run you over with the shopping cart.” You said playfully side eyeing him.

Your boyfriend let out an amused laugh knowing that you might actually do it if he doesn't behave and kept following you quietly.

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𝟑:: 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

Incoming call from Sunshine

"Hi baby~" You keep your voice low and soft.

"Where are you?"

"Im headed home, you guys did so well tonight at the concert." You smile and pull your legs up on the bench.

"Come back, ride back with me." He whines.

You chuckle, "Im almost home, I can see you later, you need to rest." You lie for his health.

"You know I cant rest without you.." He is whispering.

"Fine I'll go to your place, only cause you resting is my top priority." You cant help but grin.

"Yay! I love you~"

"I love you too Hobi.." Suddenly you dont feel sore anymore from standing for hours at tonight's concert.

You guys hang up and obviously you were never "almost home". So you're late getting to his place but he was waiting for you. When he opened the door, you were met with an immediate hug and whispers of appreciation.

“Hoseok, lets go to bed." You give him a sweet kiss.

He smiles and returns the kiss plus eight more. You both giggle and squeeze a little closer. As if the hug could get any tighter. Hoseok walks backwards with you as his eyes, guiding him to his room.

Obviously that wasn't a good idea since you were smaller than him, making you both bump against the wall and Hobi hitting his head.

He let out the weirdest noise making you laugh uncontrollably.

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𝟒:: 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧

The bedroom door opened and Namjoon poked his head in. “I’m coming in,” he announced before sliding through the small opening. Approaching the bed, he was about to come up next to you before you stopped him by putting your foot out across the bed. “What? Are you seriously still mad I ate your food?”

“Yeah but you didn’t mean it. It was delicious, wasn’t it?” you mocked him. Putting his hands up in surrender, he didn’t know you would be angry for so long.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Namjoon asked. He knew you were probably more upset about everything at work rather than him eating your food. Still, he wanted to make you less upset.

“Sleep on the couch,” you responded, no hint of a joke on your face. Eyes widening, he didn’t know you were that angry. “What?! You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” he defended himself.

“Not tonight it’s not,” you countered.

“You asked for this,” he warned you before climbing onto the bed anyways only to plop down right on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you grunted, trying to push him off of you. Looking down at you, he smiled devilishly.

“Squeezing the anger out of you,” he responded and for someone so smart, he could really be dumb sometimes.

“Stop!” you whined, trying to wriggle out form underneath him.

“Anger! Be gone!” he exclaimed before giggling since he knew how silly he was being.

“You’re seriously like a man-child!” you shouted, wanting him to get off of you with his stupidity.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” he shot back even though it made no sense.

“That’s not what I said. I’m saying you're immature,” you laughed, his jokes finally getting to you.

“Oh! You smiled!” he cheered before climbing off of you. “It worked. You’re welcome.”

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                                   - 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 ꒱ ↷ :love_letter: