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The Arrangement 46

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Finally time to bid on some bachelors AN: This chapter was actually ready to go a month ago when Russia invaded Ukraine. This, combined with the secondhand trauma I experience at my job, just left the world feeling so unbearable heavy I couldn’t bring myself to post for several weeks. Take care of yourselves and your loved ones y’all <3

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You went over to the Auction desk and grabbed your picket. You weren’t actually trying to win any of the bachelors; you knew your friends would appreciate you getting into the spirit of things. You settled in at a cocktail table with a few people you didn’t know. It couldn’t be helped; Jungkook, Tae, and Jin were in the show, Jimin was running things, and Alice and Bongcha were clearly still avoiding you. You had seen the two of them when you walked over and they very obviously went in the other direction. You sighed, you had really hoped you would make some girl friends here. Oh well.

The music died down and the lights dimmed. All attention shifted to main stage. Your eyes almost rolled out of your head as Namjoon made his way front and center, all fancied up, and the crowd began to cheer.

He strutted over to the mic, taking it out of its stand. “Hello and thank you all so much for coming out tonight to support BigHit and the Children’s Hospitals.”

Applause filled the auditorium as you chewed on your lip wishing this could all just end and you could go home.

“The auction company is totaling up the silent auction bids but I know for a fact we have already raised over 478,998,000.00 in the silent auction so far. This of course would not be possible without all of you, so thank you.” He bowed deeply towards the audience. “Thank you.” He pulled a few index cards out of his jacket, “Now, we have several of Korea’s most eligible bachelors ready for your bidding. If you did not already receive a picket, please go sign up for one. We also have a few online bidders who have pre-registered as they were not able to attend in person this evening. They are being represented by the Auction staff over there,” Namjoon gestured towards several of the staff seated at desks with phones and laptops. This portion of the event was a way bigger deal that you could have imagined.

“Before we begin, I would like to thank a few people and make a few announcements. A huge thank you to Bang Si-hyuk for sponsoring this event. BigHit would not exist without you. Thank you so much,” Namjoon bowed towards BPD who was positioned to the side of the stage.

Yoongi held back the feeling of rage. Accolades for a bunch of sociopaths. Another fucking day at the office.

“I would also like to thank my assistant Park Jimin for coordinating everything this evening. Park Jimin, please come forward,” Namjoon gestured to a space next to him. Jimin nervously walked out and bowed to Namjoon and the crowd. He looked adorable and nervous; his delicate lips pushed together. He waved at the audience before slipping backstage.

“As many of you know, BigHit is a diverse company. I would like to highlight a few things to look forward to in the next quarter. We of course have our Spring Fashion Show which will feature several of the BigHit Bachelors whom you can bid on here in a few moments. These will of course be done under our flagship fashion line, JHOPE fashion, the product of BigHit’s own: Jung Hoseok.” Miraculously, a spotlight found Hobi. He looked confused for a few seconds before a wide smile spread over his face, and he waved and bowed politely.

Namjoon continued once the applause for Hobi died down. “BigHit isn’t just known for its charity work and models though. Our music producer and artist Suga will also be releasing his new album in a few months. Please look forward to it.”

Oh God, was all you had time to think before a spotlight was also thrust upon Yoongi. His eyes squinted a first, adjusting to the bright light. He put on a good show though, he gave small :] while waving and bowing slightly. The light disappeared as the applause lessened. You looked over and could see just how much Yoongi wanted to not be there any more.

“Almost done,” you said to him, squeezing his hand under the table.

Yoongi took a few deep breaths. He hadn’t been expecting that. It had never happened in the past, even the other years he had put out music. What was going on?

“Are you ok?” You whispered to him.

Yoongi took a few deep breaths, “Yes. It’s almost over.”

Namjoon went on to discuss more items highlighting the accomplishments of BigHit over the years before the lighting changed and music came on, indicating it was time for the actual auction to begin.

“Alright, without further ado, we will begin the auction and I will hand the MC duties over to Park Soojin.”

A man you didn’t recognize stepped out, bowing and taking the microphone from Namjoon. “Who’s that?” You whispered to Yoongi.

“He’s just the guy who hosts the auction every year. He doesn’t work for the company.” He responded quietly.

“Alright, thank you everyone for coming out tonight!! I know you’re eager to get started. Let’s kick this off with a bang! Our first gentleman is a returning bachelor from last year: BigHit model, Kim Taehyung.”

You watched as Tae came out, moving across the stage like it was his personal catwalk. The cute guy who had enlisted Yoongi for Go-Karting was nowhere to be found. Instead a very sensual man was posing along the stage. You blinked several times.

“You going to be ok?” Yoongi smirked.

“What?” You said, breaking your gaze on Tae to look over at him.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you and just shook his head. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his whisky.

“Opening the bid at 6 million won.”

Pickets flew into the air. Numbers were called out, with the bids quickly going up by millions. “You’re not going to bid?” Yoongi asked cooly.

You rolled your eyes. “Please. I only got this picket so Jin won’t pout later.”

“Really? You’re eyeing the model pretty intensely for someone who’s not bidding.” Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink.

Was he…jealous?

You pursed your lips and resisted the urge to roll your eyes once again. You weren’t interested in this argument. “He’s a model, he looks good. These are facts.”

You heard Yoongi breathe huffily and saw him run a hand through his hair.

You continued, “And,” you lowered your voice, “I’m here with you. As your date. Because I like you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened and you saw a blush creep across his face. He cleared his throat again, attempting to find another sip of his empty drink. “I’m going to get some water.” He turned away from the table and headed for the bar.

You smirked. Cute. You turned your attention back to the auction where bids had risen to 400000000 krw.

“Going once. Going twice. Goiinnggggg threeeeeeeeeee times….SOLD! Sold to bidder 76.” You heard the gavel clang and a group of girls shriek with delight. You smiled as you saw Tae revert to his softer side, flashing his cute smile to the audience before bowing and heading backstage.

Yoongi returned with a glass of water, handing you another drink as well.

“Thanks. Was that amount normal or…” You asked. You had no idea how much money people spent on dates with the models.

“That was a lot, but Taehyung is one of the more well known models. Jungkook will also bring in a bid around that amount or more, and Jin is a wild card. The newer models will usually end up going for 120000000 to 200000000.”

You shook your head. This was such a different world. You were used to deciding on whether to spend money on food or transportation. Balancing every penny. These people could just drop millions of won on a playdate with a model. You took out your phone and checked your social media accounts. You had several likes on your photo and comments about the famous auction.

**Looking good!!!

**omg I wish I could go!!!!

**I’ll be there tonight too!!!

**Follow back for your chance to win exclusive merchandise

You scrolled through the other pictures you had taken tonight. Champagne fountain, photo with Jin, pictures with Yoongi. You smiled.

“Hey you’re supposed to send me those.” You heard Yoongi say.

“I did.”

“No, the one of you and Jin also.” He gestured to the phone.

“Oh, ok sure. I’ll do it now,” you swiped over to the photo and sent it. Cutie.

Several more models went through the process before Jungkook came out and strutted across the stage. It was so different seeing the guys you hung out with in their professional element. You were glad you knew them before you had seen them like this, otherwise you might have been intimidated.

It was no surprise when Jungkook’s bid ended up breaking his previous record from the year before. The winning bid had been an online one.

“How does that work?” You asked Yoongi, “The online bidding? How do they know it’s not some weirdo sasaeng or pervert?”

“It’s invite only,” Yoongi explained. “Online bidders can only be people who have previously attended the Auction in the past and have a very good reason for not attending. Think executives who are in New York or Hong Kong, older wealthy people who aren’t feeling well enough to travel this evening, things like that.”

“And then the dates just show up? No security or anything? It seems so weird,” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Oh it’s definitely weird. I don’t know. They have background checks. I usually don’t pay attention.” He took another sip of his water.

“Alright, let’s see if we can break that record. We have a new bachelor. One who has never been featured at this Auction before.” The MC worked the crowd up.

“It must be time for Jin!” You got your picket ready, prepared to bid a little bit at first.

“I hope you’re ready for it folks, because this is a rare event indeed.” The room held palpable excitement as the MC continued his sales pitch, “You met him earlier: give it up for our very own producer, Suga! ”

You felt your mouth go completely dry and your heart drop to your stomach. Everything was in slow motion as you replayed the words in your head and looked over at Yoongi. What the fuck?

Yoongi stood there, dazed. His eyes blinked several times. There’s no way he heard correctly. He laughed at first, an awkward habit. But then that bright ass light was shining on him once again. What no. this isn’t right. I’m not a bachelor, I’m supposed to marry the girl standing next to me.

“Yoongi?” You asked. But you knew You knew he had to go up there. What the fuck. When the fuck had they decided this. You wanted to take his hand and run away. You wanted to go up there and scream at Namjoon for fucking with the two of you once again. And for what reason?

Your legs felt like lead, your heart felt like it was being squeezed. You wanted to take Yoongi by the hand and run away. Instead you whispered, “Go.”

Yoongi looked over at you as you squeezed his hand under the table once more.

“Just go.” You whispered.

Yoongi willed his feet to move forward. He felt so many things at once. Like a coward for leaving you, his date, the woman who he was actually supposed to be with, behind him. He felt so much rage towards Namjoon and BPD. When had they decided this? He felt disgust towards this whole spectacle of opulence once more. He walked up to the stage, the thunderous applause a dull ache in his ears.

“Min Yoongi. 28. Goes by Suga. Award winning producer and esteemed BigHit Bachelor. First time in the Auction.” The MC listed off facts as the lights focused onto Yoongi. “ Who knows? Maybe you’ll inspire one of his next award winning songs! Let’s get those bids going!”

Yoongi stood in the middle of the stage willing his breathing to stay calm. He looked for Namjoon, he looked for Jimin. Anyone who could stop this.

The bidding started quickly. You wished you had the courage to stay. To bid. To do anything. You couldn’t stand it. Watching Yoongi stand there uncomfortably on the stage. Watching all these women bid on Yoongi. BPD and Namjoon watching from the sidelines; watching all of this when they knew what was supposed to be happening between the two of you. Fuck this place.

I’m so sorry Yoongi, you thought as you turned around and made your way to the back of the venue where you had been dropped off. You felt as though you were observing someone else going through the motions as you found your coat by yourself. You walked through the exit door and down a set of stairs. You saw a bunch of the company vehicles lined up and tried to decide whether or not you wanted a ride or wanted to walk. Sighing, you realized you didn’t even know where you wanted to go. You just needed some air.

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The Arrangement Chapter 45

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Auction part three

Previous chapter here “It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Adora said as the two of you politely bowed to each other.

“Thanks, you as well,” you smiled through the introduction.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other since the album should be finished soon, right?” She raised her eyebrows and looked over at Yoongi who was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course.” He looked side to side, being overdramatic.

“Are you behind on your album?” You asked. This was the first you had heard about it.

“What? No.” Yoongi answered quickly in pout.

Adora laughed, “No. If anything he has the opposite problem. He makes too many songs. He has hundreds just sitting on his hard drive.”

“Aish but they're not right for this album,” Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his body. “I have two songs that are definitely going on. The rest are still a mystery.”

“Well, as always, feel free to send any you aren’t using my way,” Adora smiled. “And let me know if you need any help coming up with new ideas. I know we got a few things sorted last time.”

Yoongi was still pouty, “I will. Thanks.”

“Alright,” She replied. “Well, it was really nice to finally meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you both again soon,” She excused herself to go speak with another group of people.

“Are you having trouble with the album?” You asked Yoongi after Adora had walked several feet away. Yoongi wrinkled his nose in response.

“I have songs. I just haven’t shared them yet.” He pursed his lips. “It’s fine.”

“Oh yeah? Slacking off at work?” You teased. You paused as if in thought, “You know, you have been actually coming home at decent hours and sleeping at night.”

“I can go back to sleeping in the studio.” He quipped, becoming irritated with this discussion. He had songs. Lots of them. Very soft songs that were not what he had wanted to write. And one super pissed off song. He wanted a nice well rounded folk album.

“Heyyyy that’s not what I want. I was just kidding.” You had to resist the urge to pull him in for a kiss, instead pulling slightly on his wrist and looking up at him while pouting.

Yoongi’s lips twitched slightly. He could tell what you wanted to do. The two of you spent so much of your time together in private that it was weird to suddenly be together in front of other people. And what were the two of you? Yoongi found himself wondering. The two of you were here on a date, yes. And you blew him earlier. Yoongi’s brain started to wander back, causing him to blush.

“Hey I’m sorry I teased you, let’s go look at the auction items.” You said, interrupting his perverted train of thought.

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The two of you walked up and down the rows looking at the items. You had seen most of them before from assisting Jimin. The vast majority were items neither of you had any interest in: celebrity chef experiences, theme park experiences, vacation packages. While the vacation packages did sound interesting to you, you knew with the work schedule there was no point. You were hopeful Yoongi might want to go on the work trip, but you knew from last time it was discussed that you shouldn’t bring it up.

You saw Tae come skipping over. He looked almost like a little kid playing dress up as he smiled very cutely and asked,“Yoongi-hyung, we’re bidding on kart racing. Will you join us?”

Yooongi blinked his eyes several times and looked around, as if there were any other Yoongis around. “Me?”

“Yeah. It’s for 5 people: me, you, JK, Jimin, and JHope.”

Yoongi touched his ear and thought for several seconds. “You should invite Jin instead, I think he’d enjoy it more.”

“I don’t really know Kim Seokjin that well so it would be awkward.” Tae responded and then looked back at Yoongi with puppy dog eyes.

Yoongi fidgeted. He didn’t necessarily dislike the idea; it wasn’t something he would pick. But, why was Tae asking him? Didn’t they know other people? “You don’t know me that well either.” Yoongi said.

“Aish fine fine. You don’t have to commit to it.” Tae said, full on pouting. (tata mic?)

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it,” Yoongi responded gruffly, feeling bad for some reason.

Tae’s face instantly returned to a bright and happy one. “Alright, I’ll go put in a bid.” He turned and walked off.

“That sounds fun.” You remarked.

“Does it?” Yoongi asked dryly.

You laughed. “Well, it’s not my thing, but you’re good at driving. Plus it will be nice to get out of the building and not work, right?”

He pretended to think about it but didn’t seem convinced. “...Maybe. Let’s go over there and look at the artwork,” he said, changing topics.

You ended up putting in a bid on two paintings. Now all you had to do was wait and see if someone outbid you before the time ran out. The ‘small items’ table closed first, and then so on and so forth with the large paintings, sculptures, and jewelry items scheduled to be closed last.

“I’ll go grab us some drinks while you guard our spot,” Yoongi said, excusing himself.

You stood near the auction table, keeping an eye out for usurpers.

“Y/N,” you heard someone say as you turned and saw Jimin. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you. You look great too,” you replied, admiring his well fitted, black beaded suit. “And the event is perfect. You did an amazing job.”

“Thank you,” Jimin pursed his lips, “But we’re not even close to done yet. I have to make sure these auctions each get closed at the right time and then coordinate the Bachelor Auction. Then, and only then, will I breathe a sigh of relief.”

“Well, I think you did a great job.” You smiled, so proud of your friend.

“Thank you. I need to get the staff over to the tables to ensure they close on time. See you later!” Jimin waved as he continued on his mission.

You watched the crowd. Who would have thought you’d be here? You were slinging drinks and working in a boring office only a little over a month ago. If you weren’t so pissed at him, you’d have thanked Namjoon for this opportunity. But now? What a dick.

You took out your phone and posted some photos from earlier in the night. Hmmm you’d need to get a photo of you and Yoongi all fancied up before the end of the evening.

You shifted your weight back and forth on your feet, attempting to not look bored and awkward by yourself.

“The first auction table will be closing in two minutes.” You heard the announcement through the speakers.

You looked down at your phone once again, checking the time. Overall, it hadn’t been a terrible night. But it had been rather boring. Other than Adora, the two of you had stopped and talked to a few other producers and people Yoongi had collaborated with. You resisted the urge to yawn. You had been super excited to come, but now you felt like you would have had just as good of a time staying at home on the couch with Yoongi.

You saw him carefully making his way back over towards you, drinks in hand. You smiled. He looked so good. “Thank you sir,” you said, taking the clear drink from his hand.

“Of course. Did anyone outbid us?” He craned his neck in the direction of the table.

“No. But, as the other tables close, more people will probably come over here.” You said, sipping your drink. “Oh, I want a picture of us real quick before my eye gets droopy.”

Yoongi scrunched up his nose at you. “Why would your eye get droopy?”

“You know how some people turn red when they drink? Or smile way too much? My left eye gets droopy.” You said, sitting your drink down on the cocktail table as you got your phone out once more.

“You do not have a droopy eye.” Yoongi said in disbelief.

“Not yet. But soon. Very soon. You’ll see. Excuse me,” you asked a woman passing by. “Would you mind please taking a picture of us?”

“Oh, of course not.” She replied, taking your phone from you.

Yoongi sat his drink down and then tried to figure out what he should do. Stand next to you? Put his arm around you? While he was deciding and taking up the nice lady’s time, you wrapped your hand around his arm, settling the internal debate he was having.

“Alright, I’m going to take a few,” The woman announced as she began. Several seconds later, she was done, “Alright. There you go.” She smiled and handed you your phone back. “By the way, I’m a huge fan.” She bowed politely towards Yoongi.

“Oh, thank you.” Yoongi replied, clearly surprised.

The woman bowed once more and then continued on her way. You were busy scrolling through the four photos she had taken, trying to find the best one.

“Alright, looks good.” You said as you put your phone back in your clutch.

“Send them to me.” Yoongi commented as he picked his drink up from the table.

“You got it.” You responded. The two of you made idle chit chat as you waited for the table countdowns to begin. Yoongi got into a bidding war towards the end of the auction.

“Yoongi, we do not ₩ 30,000,000 need a painting.” You gasped as you walked over and saw what the bidding was up to.

“It’s for charity and it matches the new couch,” Yoongi replied boredly.

Your mouth involuntarily went up and down, unable to form a sentence at first. “That is just. So. much. Money.”

Yoongi shrugged and added ₩5,000,000 more to the bid after the others had come and upped the price. He looked up, “Go watch the other painting.”

“Ok. How much…?”

“Enough to win the painting.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever.

You grimaced as you made your way over to the other painting and bid sheet. You were glad to see there was much less competition for this piece and added the minimum increase over the other bidder. The tensions rose over the next five minutes as the other tables were closed. You saw some people walk away, clearly having admitted defeat on their items, but the vast majority of people stayed by the items they had decided they wanted. Rich people were weird, you thought to yourself as you sipped your drink and vaguely regretted picking out these paintings.

Finally, there was a countdown and the tables were all officially closed. You had won the painting you were left in charge of. You and one other person had been in a bidding war, but they clearly weren’t that interested, and it didn’t come close to as much as the other piece had been going for when you left. You stayed by the bid sheet until the assistant came and picked up the sheets.

Having completed your assigned task, you walked over to the other side to find Yoongi. You once again saw him speaking to Jin and made your way towards them. “Hey, are you the proud owner of any artwork?” You asked.

Yoongi turned towards you slightly, “It wasn’t easy. And I had to agree to collaborate with someone. BUT, we did get a painting. Were you also successful?”

You smiled. The way he always said “we” when he spoke about anything related to the apartment made your heart flutter. “Yes, so I guess we now have two paintings. I didn’t have to agree to any extraneous activities though.” You laughed.

“Good, now you can get Yoongi’s place to look less like the model apartment they show everyone and more like a place that people live in.” Jin smirked.

“Hey, we bought a new couch!” Yoongi said defensively.

“Yeah! A couch and paintings! It’s a new era.” You declared.

Jin laughed, “Alright alright. I have to go get my makeup touched up and get backstage for the bachelor auction. Bid on me at least once, drive up the bids.”

“You come over all the time. Why would I pay for that?” Yoongi asked.

Jin stuck his lips out in full pout, “You won’t win. It’s just to make me look good. I’m supposed to break the record. Think of the children, Yoongi.”

“Aish, go.” Yoongi pointed in the direction of the stage.

“Make sure to pick up a bidding picket YN,” Jin smiled as he left for the staging area.

Yoongi sighed with his hands on his hips.

“Thanks for the paintings. I’m sure they ended up costing a lot.” You said quietly.

“It’s for charity,” Yoongi brushed it off once more.

“Who will you be collaborating with?” You asked, remembering he said there was another component to winning.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s actually an art collaboration for some clothing.” He must have sensed the confusion on your face. “The other bidder was a fashion designer. They told me they’d stop bidding if I designed something to go on one of their shirts. Designer exclusive whatever, you know?”

“Damn, you bribed someone to stop bidding.” You raised your eyebrows.

“It’s not a bribe, it’s a quid pro quo deal,” Yoongi pouted. “Besides, it was necessary.”

“Well, thank you so much. I can’t wait to hang them up.” You leaned against his arm and smiled. Once again feeling so strange. You had gotten so used to just hugging him and holding his hand whenever you felt like it, it took a great deal of restraint to not do it out in public.

Yoongi licked his lips, always slightly chapped. “It was nothing. Let’s go over to the Bachelor auction section. Grab a picket or else Jin will never let us live it down.” NEXT CHAPTER

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The Arrangement Chapter 44

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Auction part two

Previous chapter here The two of you walked around the perimeter of the crowd that had gathered around Hoseok; over towards the side of the atrium. As you made your way, you noticed several famous people: athletes, actors, idols. All so good looking. Yoongi went past it all like it was nothing, clearly on a mission to go elsewhere. He finally stopped as he came upon a small group of people over in a corner. You recognized the broad shoulders facing you instantly before Yoongi tapped one of them.

“Hey,” Yoongi leaned in towards Jin's ear. Jin looked over and then looked back towards you, a smile crossing his handsome face.

“Y/N!” He turned and went in for a polite shoulder tapping hug. “You look almost as good as I do this evening.”

“Thank you, thank you. That’s the highest compliment I could aspire to,” you responded while smiling. You looked slightly over his shoulder and saw who he had been talking to. Bongcha and Alice stood, now looking at the three of you. “Hey ladies,” You greeted them.

“Eonni,” Alice walked over, giving you a brief hug. “So nice to see you! Sorry I didn’t respond to your message, we got so busy preparing everyone for tonight.”

“That’s fine,” you said, waiving your hand. “YouTube worked fine. You two look great,” you complimented the pair.

“We were just talking about the Charity Auction and how much money they’re going to bid on me,” Jin teased.

“Why would they pay to see you? They literally see you every day.” Yoongi asked.

You started cackling as Jin pouted.

Yoongi and Jin started chatting in a side conversation as you stood in a small circle with Bongcha and Alice. “So Jin is actually doing the bachelor Auction?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah. I guess this time his break up is actually sticking.” Bongcha said, clacking her nails against her drink. “He’s been listed as the most eligible bachelor in Seoul for the past 3 years so he should bring in a lot of donations.” She paused and pointed towards Jin, “See that forehead? Hair styled immaculately.”

“He looks so good,” you heard Alice comment under her breath.

“Did you do his makeup?” You asked, aware that the two of them often worked together.

“Oh…no. Not tonight. I assisted Adora, JK, and Soobin’s wife.” Alice responded. “Your hair looks nice by the way.”

“Oh thanks,” you instinctively patted it a little bit. “I tried to do it myself and it was a disaster.”

“What do you mean? It looks cute,” Bongcha said reassuringly.

You grinned sheepishly, “Yeah. Well. That’s only because Yoongi did it.”

“What?” Alice asked, jaw dropping slightly.

“He felt sorry for me I guess. I don’t know. He’s good at following YouTube tutorials. But don’t worry, he won’t be taking your jobs any time soon.” You joked.

“Excuse me.” Bongcha said, abruptly leaving the conversation.

Your smile evaporated, “Sorry. Did I say something wrong? She knows I asked the two of you first, right?”

Alice looked torn, and still a little surprised. “Yeah. It’s not that,” her eyes followed where Bongcha was heading. “You didn’t do anything. Seriously.” She sighed. “I’ll see you later. Bye guys!” She waved at Yoongi and Jin as she went to find her friend.

You stood there a little confused. The guys looked over, noticing that you were now the only lady left.

“Hey! You chased off the competition y/n. Don’t you know, the more ladies everyone sees me talking to, the higher my bid price will be?” Jin pouted.

“Whatever.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “You can go elsewhere after you kiss Namjoon’s ass with me.”

“Yes yes, Jin hyung the chaperone is here,” he said as he tried to grab Yoongi’s hand which Yoongi smacked away.

Jin started walking over towards the staging area where he knew the executives would be.

Yoongi started to follow and then saw you were still scanning the crowd. “What’s wrong?” He asked, coming back over to you.

“I think I pissed Bongcha off. I told her you did my hair and then she left suddenly. I texted her first to see if she could do it, but she never answered me.” You frowned. You liked Alice and Bongcha, you didn’t want things to be weird between you all.

Yoongi pressed his lips together, wondering what he should say. He had a feeling he knew why she was suddenly upset. He puffed out his cheeks and took a deep breath. “I’m sure it’s nothing you did. Come on, let’s go get this over with.”

You still frowned, sure you had done something and that Yoongi was just oblivious. But, there was nothing you could do about it for now. You were surprised as Yoongi took you by the hand once again and led you over to follow Jin.

The three of you queued up behind other employees you vaguely recognized. You observed them all walking up to the staging area, shaking hands with Namjoon while getting their photo, and then taking a picture with BPD.

“Yoongi-ah, did you know I’m expected to fetch the highest price ever for an auction item?” Jin said, smiling.

Yoongi scrunched up his nose, “I did. You have mentioned it a few times.”

“What do you think? WIll you be bidding on me y/n?” He asked, batting his eyelashes.

“Oh, I don’t think I can afford you Jin, sorry.” You politely declined.

“Understandable.” Jin sighed. He looked around the room and seemed to brighten up, “Hold my spot!” He declared and left the line before either of you could respond.

“Oh, ok. Sure.” Yoongi replied, putting his hands in his pockets.

The two of you stood there for a minute, watching the crowd. You saw Yoongi starting to chew on his lip. “Alright, what’s after this?” You asked, trying to distract him.

Yoongi cleared his throat and looked back over at you. “I saw Adora come in, so I want to say ‘hi’ to her and then we can head over to the silent auction if it’s open.”

“Ok, sounds good. I wonder where Jin went?” There was no telling at this point, the atrium was full of people in suits and dresses, all blending together.

“Who knows?” Yoongi sighed, “Usually I hang out on the mezzanine and show up for the bare minimum so I’m not really the person to ask about the goings on.”

“Oh really?” you turned back towards him. “I didn’t know there was a mezzanine.”

“Yeah, most people don’t. Which is why I usually hang out there,” Yoongi replied boredly.

“Oh yeah? What about me? Will you show me where it is?” You leaned in towards him, pulling on his sleeve gently.

He poked his tongue against the side of his mouth, stifling a smile. “I don’t know. It’s kind of like a secret hang out.”

“Oh? Is it private? Secluded?” You raised your eyebrows up and down.

Yoongi blushed and pulled his wrist away from your hand, “Stop it.”

“Fine fine. Keep your secrets. I just thought you know, we could sneak out for a bit…”

Yoongi leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear, “I would but I don’t want to ruin your hair or makeup.”

It was your turn to blush as he pulled away and smirked.

You started to respond when Jin walked over. “Get a room you two,” he teased, earning him a dirty look from Yoongi.

“I’m literally trying to.” You laughed, causing Jin to open his eyes wider.

“Lalala. I did not hear anything,” Jin responded, his ears turning red.

“You are both so loud.” Yoongi scowled.

“Thanks for saving my spot, and look, we’re almost at the front.” Jin cleared his throat as he changed the subject.

You side eyed Yoongi once more as he firmly pressed his lips together, clearly done with the subject for now. You sighed as you continued to wait in line while listening to Jin’s random facts about how handsome he was. Finally, it was time for the three of you to go. Jin went up first, formally greeting Namjoon and posing for the photo. You knew the two of them were usually much more casual, having observed them at the bar together last month. Jin went on to meet with BPD before exiting the staging area.

Yoongi indicated for you to go first, ever the gentleman. You felt yourself shaking slightly as you walked up to Namjoon. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the yelling incident. You bowed and introduced yourself. He responded in kind and to your shock, just like that, it was over for you. Since you weren’t a higher up in the company, you didn’t even have to have your photo taken. As you walked over to BPD you briefly looked back to see Yoongi forcing a smile on his face as he clasped hands with Namjoon and posed for the photo.

You repeated the process with BPD. “Y/N. I have heard a lot about you. Thank you for keeping Yoongi more on task lately.”

“Yes, of course. It’s a great honor.” You felt yourself saying the words as you prayed this would be the extent of your conversation.

“Enjoy the party,” He said, dismissing you. You waited to the side for Yoongi and watched as he bowed and posed for a photo. However, Yoongi was pulled closer and you observed BPD whisper something in Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi shook his head, stepped back, and bowed once more before walking over towards you. He didn’t even stop, instead just saying, “Let’s go,” as he passed you.

You followed Yoongi along the wall until he moved behind a set of potted plants. You stood there, looking quizzically at the artificial barricade until you heard, “Come on.”

You stepped behind the plants and saw Yoongi standing by an emergency exit door. “Yoongi, that’s an emergency exit,” You pointed to the signage above the door.

“The alarm doesn’t go off,” He said confidently as he pushed the door bar and opened it. “Come on.” He held it open and indicated for you to go first. You walked through the doorway. You were concerned about building security but Yoongi clearly wasn’t, as he walked past you and headed for the stairwell. “You wanted to see the mezzanine, right?” He asked, hanging off the banister and raising his eyebrows.

You smiled, “I guess I did.”

You were thankful for your flats as you followed Yoongi up a few flights of stairs. He stopped at another emergency exit door and popped it open, “After you.”

You walked out to a small dark room, lit only by the light spilling in from the stairwell and another exit sign.

“Hold on,” Yoongi took out his phone and let the screen illuminate the room as the door shut behind him.

You tried to keep your cool even though you were in a random pitch black room lit only by Yoongi’s cell phone. “Yoongi I sort of hate this.”

He grabbed your hand, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” He led you across the room to the other exit door. Noise immediately washed over you as well as light. You found yourself face to face with the middle of the giant glass chandelier that was the centerpiece of the atrium. The mezzanine. A white marble balustrade lined the edges giving a glamorous touch to the otherwise spartan area.

“Here, if we go this way no one can see us, but there’s still a good view of everything.” Yoongi said as he scooted behind you.

Pausing, you marveled at how small the people down below looked and just how much you could see from up here. The dresses and suits all came together forming a beautiful kaleidoscope when you looked at it from above. You shook your head slightly, remembering Yoongi had said to follow him. You turned and continued around the curving wall until you saw him leaning up against a pillar. He looked so good and a little sad.

“Hey,” you said. “I guess you changed your mind huh?” You reached your hands inside his suit jacket and wrapped your arms around him. “Sharing your secret place after all?” You smiled against his neck as he reached up and moved a piece of your hair back into place.

“Yeah well. Meeting BPD always puts me on edge so I just needed to get out of there.” He said, his face etched with rare seriousness.

“I’m sorry.” You said, reaching up and pressing a hand against his face. You felt him relax into it as you reached up a little for a kiss. His lips met yours very tenderly as you felt him wrap an arm around your lower back.

“It’s fine. I just need a minute.” He breathed out deeply.

“What did he say to you,” You asked.

Yoongi scrunched up his nose. “I’d rather not share right now.”

“Ok,” you said as you leaned up for another kiss. He obliged and the two of you spent the next few minutes wrapped up in each other’s company on the mezzanine. You eventually pulled away to catch your breath. “So. This is where you usually spend the auction?” You stayed pushed up against him as you gestured to the opening to the atrium.

He puffed his cheeks out, ““Yeah. It’s so much quieter up here.”

You dropped your hands and walked over to the balustrade and gazed at the crowd below. Yoongi found himself pouting at the loss of body contact as he followed you over. You felt the fabric of his suit jacket against your bare arm as the two of you stood in silence for several minutes watching the crowds.

You heard a sigh next to you, “Alright. I think I can handle going back,” he said, standing up straight and pulling his jacket.

You continued to admire the view for a few more seconds before you turned around. “Ok.” You started to follow him back towards the exit door. “Hey Yoongi,” you said as he prepared to push it open. “Thanks for sharing this with me. It was really cool to see.”

Yoongi felt a tiny pang in his chest. What was that? He :] and opened the door for you as he grabbed your hand. The two of you once again crossed through the dark room but this time you weren’t nearly as nervous since you knew where you were going. Through the door, down the stairs, and back behind the plants, the two of you rejoined the crowd. @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @bobbyboops @honeysunandsoil @deathkat657 @niniita-ah @min-yus @or-worse-expelled7 @black-rose-29 @storms-and-stars-blog @fanficcollectivebby @jinsearthh @someonekeepstakingmyusernames @neverthefirstchoice @itz-ally @yeontan4prez @namjooningelsewhere @itsallabouthedetails @theatren3rd @sevenpersona @missmadwoman @friendlywraith @ purest-expressionofgrief @ findthevoices

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do you have a master list link? love your work!!!

Ahahaaaaaaa. Thank you so much. I had one but I never got it to look right so I took the link down XD I have two weeks off coming up between my contracts so I will jot that down as a project.

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Oh my

Me to myself: I think I’ll print this off. Do some editing. Change some names. Work from this as a frame to publish something eventually.

*realizes the story is 124k words long, 550 pages, and would cost around $300 to print and bind* OR NOT.

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The Arrangement Chapter 43

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: We finally make it to the auction yall!

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Yoongi got dressed in the suit Hoseok had made for him. For the first time in years, he wasn’t absolutely dreading this event. Just a little bit. Because annoying people would be there. But, so would y/n. He shook his head as his mind wandered back to about an hour ago with your mouth attached to him. Fuck. That was so hot. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. This could be a problem. He thought. I’m going to turn into some kind of pervert. Wait. I already write songs about tongue technology. I’ll have to return the favor he found himself thinking as he placed his pocket square into place. He walked over and grabbed his cufflinks for the evening.

Yoongi walked down the stairs, ready to see if you needed help with anything else. His gaze moved from the steps in front of him up to the main area as he scanned the room and stopped as he saw you, standing in the kitchen. You were peak beautiful and awkward as you were trying to drink coffee while hunched over the sink, determined not to spill any on your dress. Yoongi smiled. You were so cute. He felt his heart skip a beat. He had a sudden realization in that exact moment that he was happy.

You looked over and nearly spat out your coffee for two reasons: one, Yoongi was even hotter than normal in his fitted suit and with his hair slicked back. Two, he was supposed to see you looking elegant by the window or near the front door, not hunched over like baba yaga in the kitchen. “Oh my God. Walk louder,” You yelled and sat down the mug.

What?” Yoongi asked, confused.

“You’re supposed to happen upon me when I’m elegantly standing by the window or something, not like this,” You gestured to the sink and coffee cup.

Yoongi laughed, “I know what you look like. We live together.” You fake pouted. Yoongi sighed, “Ok. Here. I’ll go back up the stairs and we can do it again.”

“The moment is lost,” you lamented, but also noticed how cutely Yoongi was acting.

“Can’t hear you because I’m going back upstairs.” Yoongi said, stomping extra loudly away from you.

You smiled at his attempt and decided to play along. You walked over into the main area near the window. The sun was starting; the Han River and skyline were absolutely gorgeous. How was this your life? You thought as you wistfully looked out the window for a moment.

You shook your head, remembering why you had walked over here. “Wow, this view from the window is stunning,” You yelled. You heard Yoongi stomp dramatically down the stairs.

You looked out the window again, pretending like you didn’t hear him continue to stomp loudly across the flooring, which was difficult in his dress socks, but he was trying.

You were surprised though when you felt him wrap an arm around you from behind and gently kiss your neck as he pulled you up against him. “You look great.”

You felt your face grow warm, still not quite used to the casual physical affection. You smiled as two of you looked out the window. “Thanks. I have a thing tonight so I tried to look nice.”

“Oh really? Do you have a date?” Yoongi interlocked his fingers with yours, both your hands resting gently against your stomach.

“Yeah, some guy asked me a few weeks ago. I said I‘d go.” You felt a rumble against your back as Yoongi laughed.

“Oh yeah? Some guy?” His laugh caused warm air on your neck, tickling you.

“It’s My boss. It’s a little awkward I guess. But, you know. He’s nice and pretty cute so it’s whatever.”.

“You are such a brat,” He turned you around to face him causing you to giggle.

“Whatever, you like it,” You laughed.

“Stay still,” Yoongi said as he reached up and readjusted some of your hair that had fallen loose.

Silence filled the air for several seconds as Yoongi scanned your face. You watched as he bit his lip while assessing you. Finally, you broke the silence. “Did you order a ride or do I need to do it?”

Yoongi breathed in and stepped back to take his phone out of his pocket. “You are my date this evening, so of course, I will order the car.”

"Thanks. Such a gentleman."

Yoongi flashed a small :] as he opened up the BigHit app and started to order the car.

You wandered over to the door to make sure your clutch was packed for the evening. Phone. Id. Lip stuff. Card. All set. You snapped it shut. Yoongi took your coat out of the closet and held it up to put it on you.

"Damn this is a real date," You said as you placed your arms inside.

Yoongi grabbed his dress coat and put it on. "I told you it was."

You smiled as you picked up your bag, ready for your first official date. Yoongi walked over and opened the door for you, gesturing for you to exit ahead of him. Damn. He was taking this seriously. You felt your face suddenly grow warm and that lingering question gnawing at your mind once more. You shoved the thought to the side. You were going to have fun tonight. You were going to make sure Yoongi had an OK time tonight. You didn't expect him to have a great time, this wasn't the type of event he enjoyed, but you could at least make it suck less.

The ride to the event was twenty minutes given the rush hour traffic. Yoongi had been picking at his cuticles until you started making him pose for a bunch of selfies with you.

"How many of these are you going to take?" He asked with faked annoyance.

"Just one more.” You posed, “Put up a finger heart."

"No." he took a sip of the iced coffee he had asked the driver to stop and purchase.

Instead you ended up with your last photo being Yoongi drinking out of a straw and looking adorable. Fine with you. You half pouted but stopped when Yoongi placed his hand on top of yours and wrapped his fingers around the top of your hand. You swiped through the photos you had taken and posted a picture of just you onto your work social media.

The two of you arrived at the venue a few minutes later, but it looked vastly different from yesterday. Was that a fucking red carpet? Were those photographers? Random people were lined up along barricades taking photos of the current actor and idols who were entering the venue.

"Holy Shit." you muttered. You felt your mouth grow dry. It hadn't even occurred to you that it would be something like this.

The driver parked the car in the line of vehicles letting actors and other kpop stars out, one by one. The lights were flashing. The barricades on either side lined with people. Fuck. Fuck.

"Hey," you heard Yoongi, his deep voice bringing you back to reality. "Are you OK?"

"I..." you couldn’t produce the words as your tongue suddenly felt like lead. There were so many people. Would you end up on some random kpop news site? If you went out holding Yoongi's hand would there be some giant scandal?

You heard Yoongi clear his throat awkwardly. His hand still on yours, he turned to you. "So…I have to go in this way. It’s part of my work contract" His face twitched. "But, you don't have to. You can get dropped off in the back and meet me inside."

Your heart was racing. You hadn't been prepared for this. You knew theoretically that he was a celebrity, but to you he was just Yoongi.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea.. ." You started, your eyes looking past Yoongi to the waiting throngs.

"No, no.” He reassured you, “I should have told you. This is normal for me. It's fine. I'll go by myself." He took his hand off yours and pulled on his pants as he got ready to exit.

You felt torn, especially after he said it like that. "I'm sorry," escaped your lips once more as you felt like a failure.

Yoongi whipped around quickly. "Hey. No." He placed his hand under your chin and gently forced you to look at him. "Having to walk down that carpet isn't normal. It's part of a performance. I have a contract and have to do it. You don't. OK? It sucks and it's nerve wracking but it will be over in ten minutes and I'll meet you at the bar, OK?" He leaned forward and kissed you as you nodded, not leaving any room for an argument. He turned and knocked against the window, indicating to the staff to open it. Before you could even fully grasp it, he exited the car and quickly shut the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Yoongi put his hands into his pockets as he slowly walked out into the waiting mass of fans and photographers. He mustered up a small smile as he walked slowly and stopped at the predesignated locations to pose for photos. He felt bad that he had forgotten about this. It was normal for him. Part of the price he had to pay to do what he loved. But you, you clearly had not wanted to do this. He sighed under his happy façade, knowing that your contract had clearly indicated that you would eventually attend these events with him. Well. Technically, you were attending with him, just not walking the carpet with him. He made a mental note to check the terms of your contract by tomorrow; he didn't want Namjoon or BPD using anything against you. He eventually made his way to the reporter, as required.

The man made sure he and Yoongi were on their respective marks for the television camera. He cued up the mic, ready to go. "Suga, so good to see you tonight. Always a charity supporter. I think I already know, but I have to ask, who are you wearing tonight?"

Yoongi opened his arms out and puffed up his chest a bit, "JHOPE fashion Couture of course."

"I thought so. You and Hobi are friends aren't you?"

So far the usual questions, Yoongi thought. I could do this in my sleep. "Yes. Hoseok is a great guy and has a real eye for fashion."

"Always great to have a friend in the industry. Are you in the market for anything in particular this evening?"

Yoongi paused for a section to give the illusion of thinking even though he'd been practicing these questions in his head for days now. "Yes, My apartment could use some new artwork."

"Very good, very good. One more question and then I'll let you get going. You have a new album coming out soon; what can we expect?"

"This album will have a different feel to it. I'm going with a softer acoustic style. I hope fans will look forward to it and support it," Yoongi bowed over towards the fans who started screaming their undying love for him.

"Always a pleasure producer-nim. I hope you have a good time tonight." The host bowed and Yoongi was finally released to get checked in.

You shook the ice in your drink as you waited at a cocktail table near the bar. You still felt conflicted even though Yoongi had told you not to worry. If you two did eventually get married, like you were supposed to, you were going to have to get used to stuff like that. Ugh. And you felt bad he had to do a thing he hated by himself. Fuck. Why did you think tonight would be a normal date?

"Hey!" you heard a deep voice you recognized, but it wasn't Yoongi. You turned and saw V wearing a beautifully tailored Navy pinstripe suit.

"Hey. You look great," you smiled, relieved to see somebody you knew.

"Thank you. You look beautiful," He smiled. “Where's Yoongi? "

You took one last sip from your tiny straw." He walked the runway and I came in the back.

"Ah," V said. "Well he should be done soon. Only one media outlet is permitted an interview here."

"Oh OK, good to know." You responded. You wondered if you should get Yoongi a drink and another one for yourself. As if summoning him, you saw him behind V. V must have noticed the change in your expression because he turned around.

"Yoongi Hyung," they shook hands.

"Taehyung," Yoongi acknowledged him before heading over to you. To your surprise he gently put his hand on your lower back and leaned in close to you, saying quietly. "Hey, sorry about that."

You shrugged your shoulders, "Sorry I wimped out on you."

Yoongi resisted the urge to pull his hand away as his hand brushed against the rough beading of your dress. "You are no wimp. Do you want another drink?" he asked, pointing to your empty glass.

"Water this round. Thanks."

Yoongi picked up the empty glass and walked over towards the bar. You looked over at Tae whose eyes were now sparkling and a dumbstruck smile played across his lips. "Hey, what's going on with you?" you asked, waving for him to come closer.

Tae bit his lip as he looked at you, and then over at the bar and then back at you. "Are you and Yoongi dating?"

You straightened your body up. You supposed it was going to start coming up. "We are here on a date this evening." You answered very literally.

Tae smiled warmly. "He loves you."

Your eyes went slightly wide. "Pardon?"

Tae kept his already deep voice low. "I've never seen him like this. Well." he clapped his hands together. "I wish you two a happy future together." Tae flashed a boxy smile, walked over and patted Yoongi on the shoulder and said something to him before he went off into the growing crowd.

You scanned the atrium. The already beautiful place had been decorated with draped columns and floral arrangements. The crystal chandeliers glittered underneath the lighting, which also showcased the Silent Auction items, lined up in rows along the far side of the room. The stage remained empty currently, other than the chairs, table, and podium.

Yoongi walked over, a drink in each hand." A water for the lady, " he placed it on the table. He raised his eyebrows. "Now, what did you say to Taehyung?"

"He asked if we were dating and I told him we were on a date, " you said before drinking the water.

Yoongi poked his tongue against the side of his mouth and picked up his glass, "Well, he's wishing for a litter of children for us, so cheers." Yoongi knocked back the whiskey neat.

You laughed and declined to comment as you sipped on your water.

Yoongi licked his lips. "OK, the silent auction isn't open yet, so now is the part where we have to go talk to people. And one of them is Namjoon. I apologize in advanced. Jin said he would go with us. I just have to pose for a photo op with him"

You looked at Yoongi, surprised he had planned ahead this much. “Why do we have to go talk to Namjoon?” You asked, barely hiding your annoyance.

Yoongi sighed, “For PR. BigHit also takes pictures tonight of it’s executives interacting with idols, the models, et cetera so they look good in the media. As such I have to go shake hands with Namjoon and pretend to kiss his ass so Haewoon in PR doesn’t get fired and neither do I.”

You rolled your eyes, “I forgot how much of this shit is all for show.”

“Hey, you’re not wrong.” Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Alright.” HE said, but didn’t go anywhere.

You laughed, “Working up that social lubricant?”

“Yep. Ok, one more whisky should do it.” He turned on his heels and headed back towards the bar.

You raised your eyebrows and sipped on your water. You’d save the drinking for later so you would look cuter in photos, you reasoned. You saw a large crowd had formed. Looking more intently you saw they were crowded around Hoseok. A long flowing cape was attached to his outfit, giving a dramatic flair. You heard the sound of a glass touching the table and turned.

“He loves this shit,” Yoongi said, then quickly picked up the drink and finished it.

“Yeah. Well, he does look good.” You said as you turned back around and looked once more.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Yoongi sighed as he brushed past you. He gently pulled you by the hand and off into the crowd. @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @bobbyboops @honeysunandsoil @deathkat657 @niniita-ah @min-yus @or-worse-expelled7 @black-rose-29 @storms-and-stars-blog @fanficcollectivebby @jinsearthh @someonekeepstakingmyusernames @neverthefirstchoice @itz-ally @yeontan4prez @namjooningelsewhere @itsallabouthedetails @theatren3rd @sevenpersona @missmadwoman @friendlywraith @ purest-expressionofgrief @ findthevoices

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The Arrangement Ch. 42

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Things go from sweet to heat and Aww to Ahhhh :*

AN: 18 + only. IT GETS s p i c y. **I went to D1 and D2 of the concert and Yoongi is even hotter in person. Also It’s not Thursday, but I have time on my lunch break today so here we go!!!

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The day had finally arrived. You made sure your hair was nice and dirty as the internet had told you it would hold a style better. The internet was a liar. Your hair looked stupid. You had used the iron just the way the video showed and yet, it did not look like the video. Frustrated, you closed your laptop and let out a string of curse words. Everyone else there tonight would have surely had their hair professionally styled. You would be a potato with a ponytail wearing a nice dress.

You heard a knock on the door. You thought you were alone in the apartment getting ready. Shit. “Yes?” You asked, closing up your satin robe that you splurged on last week.

“Everything ok in there?” You heard Yoongi’s voice laced with a cross between concern and amusement.

Sighing, you walked over and opened the door. “ I was hoping to like, surprise you with a big reveal or something like that, but, here I am. With this,” you gestured to the very sad limp hair that was refusing to cooperate.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “What’s the problem?”

You sighed in annoyance, “My hair is being stupid.” You waited for him to agree with you or to show some sign of understanding but his expression remained the same. You sighed and walked back into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “You can’t relate. Your hair is shorter and well behaved and you were born good-looking. I am fighting an uphill battle today it seems.”

Yoongi smirked. “Your hair looks fine.”

“I’m not going for fine Yoongi, I’m going for fancy.” You pouted, opening up the laptop again.

Yoongi watched you for several seconds with an indiscernible look on his face. He walked into your bathroom and picked up a comb and hairspray. You looked up in confusion at him. “Bring the rest of your stuff and meet me in the kitchen.” Before you could object, he turned and left the bathroom.

You said as you walked into the main area. “Are we taking a snack break? I didn’t even know you were home.” Yoongi was rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands.

“No, we’re going to fix your hair. I got done early today. I couldn’t get any work done anyways.”

“Awww because you were excited.” You teased. Yoongi glared at you, causing you to laugh.

“Something like that.” He grumbled. “Hey. I wasn’t kidding. Go get your curling whatever and straightening thing and whatever else.” He gestured down the hall towards your bathroom.

“Seriously? You’re going to do my hair?” You asked, it finally dawned on you that he was serious.

Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows as if to say, I know you heard me.

“Yoongi, I can’t let you do my hair.” You said softly.

“You think I’ll do a bad job?” He put a hand on his hip as though you had just challenged him.

You sighed, “No, I think you have better things to do with your time.”

Yoongi licked his lips and then pulled his phone out. He unlocked it and walked over to you. “As my assistant you should be more aware of my schedule. Look at that,” he showed the empty time slots for the afternoon. “I have hours. Hours.”

You sighed, accepting your fate. “OK. According to YouTube it won’t take hours though,” You joked and went to the bathroom to retrieve the rest of the hair tools. When you came back Yoongi had started to watch the video.

“No wonder you couldn’t do this,” He gestured to the screen, “This stylist has to have like 6 hands or something.”

You snorted, “Well that’s too bad because we only have four.”

Yoongi shrugged, “I’m sure we can do this. Plus my aunt’s a hairdresser. It runs in my blood. Now,” he gestured to the barstool, “Sit.”

You felt Yoongi gently rush your hair out, taking care not to pull too hard. Next, he straightened out the parts where you had attempted to curl it yourself.

"Are these all the bobby pins?" he asked, holding up the little cardboard container.

"yeah. Do you think that's enough?"

Yoongi clicked his tongue. "I guess we're about to find out." you felt him gather your hair into a ponytail and begin curling pieces. You felt such a strange mixture of awkward and adored. Yoongi was absolutely taking care of you. When making your husband material list, it hadn't occurred to you to put 'helps me get ready' on your list, but here you were.

"Sorry," Yoongi apologized as he began to stab the bobby pins in, securing the curls to your scalp.

"It's fine. Thank you for doing this."

"Hey, don't thank me yet. You might not end up liking it." Yoongi responded.

"OK. What's the game plan for tonight? How long do we have to stay for you to get credit?"

Yoongi smirked at that. "Well I don't want to get there early. Because fuck that. We can look over the auction items, even though you have insider knowledge since you helped with the set up. I do have a few people I need to chat with for PR purposes and then we have to stay through the live auction. "

You laughed," OK so pretty much the whole time? "

"Unfortunately, yes. " Yoongi deadpanned in response.

About half an hour passed by of Yoongi carefully crafting your hair before he sprayed it down with hairspray and deemed it to be complete.

"Now. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't like it. But, you'll need to wash it immediately if we're going to have time to try again." he stepped back, appraising his work.

"I'm sure it looks great," you stood up and walked down the hall to your bathroom. And it did. It looked just like the YouTube video. You leaned out your bathroom door and called down the hallway, "Hey," you yelled. "Come here." You went back inside the bathroom, once again admiring your hair.

Yoongi walked over and stood in the doorway of your bathroom, a pout upon his face. "You don't like it?"

"Uh, no. I love it. How are you so good at this?" you marveled as you spin around checking out the style from various angles.

Yoongi smirked, very proud of himself. "I am just very talented."

"And humble too," you teased.

"Yes, that's me." he poked his tongue against his cheek, full cockiness engaged.

You giggled and walked over to him, putting your hand against his cheek, you pushed your body against his and went in for a kiss.

Your plan worked, a less shy Yoongi reciprocated the kiss. It started out chaste and then slowly shifted as he gently pushed his tongue into your mouth. You maneuvered your body so you were pressing him up against the doorframe. The two of you engaged in the make-out session for a minute as you felt Yoongi’s hands begin to roam. Yoongi ran his hand down your back and eventually down around your bottom. The satin fabric of your robe provided a sensual texture against his hands.

Feeling bold, you palmed at his obvious erection. You felt the rest of his body stiffen up for a second before he resumed kissing you and relaxed into your touch. You could easily feel the length of him under your hand as you stroked him through his swishy track pants.

"You OK?" you stopped to ask him. You felt an affirmative sound come from his mouth as he continued to caress your body

You moved your hand up to tug at the waste and of his pants. You heard a tiny whining voice and you opened your eyes for just a second to see Yoongi look as relaxed as you had ever seen him. His eyes were shut and the faintest smile played across his lips.

You stuck your hand fully down into his pants, initiating skin to skin contact with his pulsating dick. You slid the precum you could feel down around the head as you began to move your hand around the sensitive ridge. While you couldn't see it yet, you were acquainting yourself with it quite quickly as you began to stroke him.

Your other hand was pressed against Yoongi’s cheek as you slowly moved it against his neck, gently pressing as you continued kissing him and jerking him off. You pulled away from his lips and slowly placed them against his neck, slowly kissing your way up his neck and by his ear. You felt him buck against your hand as you whispered, "Hey Yoongi?"

He seemed surprised you were talking as it took him a minute to respond. His voice, deeper than normal. "Yeah?"

You smiled, knowing you were likely to fluster him. "Can I go down on you?"

It was as though the world had slowed down for Yoongi for a few seconds. Did he hear you correctly? You wanted to do what? Don't be a baby, the voice inside his head said. If she wants to blow you, let her blow you. Yoongi had received one blow job before. It had been awkward and didn’t feel particularly good. This did not feel awkward, even with your hand currently crammed down his pants. It felt nice. Surely your mouth would feel even better? He blinked a few times as he willed his voice to work.

"Yes." He managed to get out.

You let out a small laugh as you eagerly moved back to his mouth and kissed him some more. You removed your hand from his pants and dug both thumbs into the sides of his waistband and started to tug down on his pants and boxers. Yoongi pulled back, "Right here?" he yelped. "Won't that be uncomfortable?"

You looked at him and giggled, your fingers still planted between his hips and waistband. "Umm I hadn't really thought about that."

Yoongi looked at you, so beautiful. So eager to do things with him. But he didn't want you on your knees on the tile. "At least grab a towel."

You looked at him perplexed. "Umm… How much do you think you're gonna…?" You let yourself trail off.

Yoongi took a second to replay what you just asked, what did you? Oh God….no. It had been a while but Nooo….Yoongi turned bright red. "For your knees. Not for… That,"

"Ohhhh" you laughed. "Oh. You are so sweet." You walked into the bathroom and pulled a towel off the rod. You let it fall to the ground between the two of you. While the heat of the moment had passed, you were still very eager to explore more of Yoongi with your mouth. And what better way to thank him for doing your hair? You quickly started kissing him again before he could lodge any objections.

Once you were sure Yoongi was fully in the moment again you made your way down as you pulled his pants and boxers down. You made sure the towel was under your knees as you lined your body up so your mouth could be properly introduced to his dick. You had briefly imagined a few times while laying in bed with Yoongi what it looked like. Was it average length? Bigger? How would it feel inside you? You were getting some of those answers today as you took his hardness into your hand and began to stroke it.

His skin was smooth, his cock sprung proudly from a sparse tuft of dark brown hair. It was an average length and it seemed like a girth that would be enjoyable. All in good time you thought as you took the tip into your mouth and began to lick the head while sucking.

"Fuck," You heard Yoongi exclaim. You saw him bracing a hand against the bathroom counter as he attempted to keep his body still.

You began to bob up and down while stroking him, enjoying the feel of him shaking against you. You sucked, licked, stroked, and felt incredibly powerful as you heard absolutely filthy things start to come out of Yoongi's mouth.

"Fuck. Baby. You're so good at this." Yoongi said in a shaky voice. It was taking everything in his power not to thrust against your mouth. He didn’t want to do that though because he didn’t want to hurt you but FUCK. He had never felt so good as far as his dick had been concerned. If your mouth felt this good, imagine how good your pussy would feel.

"I want to fuck you." Yoongi said it, his filter gone as you mouth fucked him

You laughed, causing an extra sensation across his dick. You took your mouth off him for a second, "Not now, I just got my hair professionally done." You teased. With your other hand you had started to massage his balls in your hands. They were so relaxed and large as you tugged on them slightly.

Whatever you were doing, it was the right thing, because Yoongi whined, "I'm sorry. I’m just. So close please please keep going."

Smiling, you returned to your ministrations, feeling him grow increasingly harder. You couldn't wait to feel what that would feel like inside your now moist lady parts. You were surprised to hear he was so close so soon, but you weren’t going to complain. Instead you relished in the fact that you were making him feel so good. He had always done so much for you, and had been so shy about stuff like this. you were glad he was letting you do this for him.

"Ughh you take my dick so good." Yoongi felt his legs begin to shake "I'm so close. Fuck." He whimpered.

You could feel it was getting close, you started to take it extra deep into the back of your throat. Your eyes started to tear up a little, you were glad you hadn't done your make up yet you thought as you felt him buck gently.

"Sorry,” He quickly said, “Fuck. I'm going to cum." Yoongi gritted out as his breathing became labored (Yall know that audio from In the Soop? It’s that sound). His knuckles white against the bathroom counter as he didn't want to mess up your hair. You kept your mouth firmly attached as you felt his body become ready to release. You moved your mouth up to the head, feeling the hot liquid spill into your mouth. You continued to stroke the length of him, milking as much cum as you could Into your mouth as you swallowed.

You moved slightly, wiping your mouth off a little with that knee towel. You pulled Yoongi's boxers back up as you stood up and looked into his face which was glowing slightly with sweat.

His breathing was still labored and he looked down, suddenly shy. You smirked as you kissed him on the cheek. You went to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back. He forced himself to make eye contact with you. "You are amazing," he kissed you. "Thank you."

"Hey, thanks for doing my hair." You responded.

"Oh?” He smiled, the shyness had dissipated, “You need help doing your make-up? ' he smirked.

You smacked his chest playfully, "Hey, I'm not running a buy two get one free sale up in here," you teased. "But, I should probably get started on that. And you should probably shower. "

Yoongi kicked off his pants, "Oh yeah, we have that thing tonight. We could call in sick. Do other things," He raised his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“Wow. One blowjob and now you’re ready to start putting the moves on me?” You teased back.

Yoongi blushed, “Aishhhh I’ll go shower,” He grinned as he exited your bathroom and headed over to the stairway.

You smiled as you put away the hair stuff and started to pull out the make-up. You were going to make sure Yoongi didn’t have a bad time tonight. @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @bobbyboops @honeysunandsoil @deathkat657 @niniita-ah @min-yus @or-worse-expelled7 @black-rose-29 @storms-and-stars-blog @fanficcollectivebby @jinsearthh @someonekeepstakingmyusernames @neverthefirstchoice @itz-ally @yeontan4prez @namjooningelsewhere @itsallabouthedetails @theatren3rd @sevenpersona @missmadwoman @friendlywraith @ purest-expressionofgrief @ findthevoices

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Thank you 😭😭😭

the BTS fanfic writers on this platform are INSANE

YALL ARE SO TALENTED AND FOR W H A T

LIKE YOU MANAGE TO TAKE A VAUGE PROMT FROM AN ASK AND TURN IT INTO A WHOLE ASS BOOK??? HOW?!

IM READING THIS ONE FIC RN AND IM JUST A M A Z E D AT HOW BEAUTIFULLY THIS PERSON (amongst many others that ive read) WRITES? THE DETAIL? HELLO???? GET OFF TUMBLR RN AND GET YOUR ASS PUBLISHED P L E A S E YOU GUYS DESERVE IT. YALL HAVE MADE ME CRY ON THE TOILET MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT

yes i read fanfiction on the toilet. sue me.

YOU HAVE ALL MY LOVE

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The Arrangement Ch. 41(b)

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: A little domesticity before the Big Party

AN: Y’all. I took on a crazy 50 hour a week job. It’s a short term contract that lasts through January so I will be posting more sporadically. It is for a really good cause and the money was very good. Wahhhhh ;-;

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You were on bitch duty today. Such a great friend. You sighed. You picked up another stack of boxes and carried it into the back of the venue. “You owe me a drink. And not like free drinks from the event tomorrow. Actual drinks. From a fancy place.” You said as you sat the pile down and began to unpack their contents.

“I know I know. Believe me, after we’ve recovered from this weekend I’m going to want a nice drink as well.” Jimin said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Do you have your outfit ready?”

You beamed, “Yeah, Jhope designed a dress for me. I love it.”

“Whattt!? You’ll be rocking couture tomorrow? And here today you’re sweating with the peasants.” He teased.

“Oh please. I am a peasant. I’m just borrowing that Cinderella life for tomorrow night. Where does this go?” You held up a medium sized painting that had been donated by Lee Bul.

“Over there against the wall. Drape something over it. And does your Cinderella experience include Yoongi as Prince Charming?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

You blushed, “Leave me alone.”

Jimin doubled over in laughter. “You are so in like. It’s cute. Ice Prince Yoongi and YN.”

“You’re lucky everything around me is irreplaceable and expensive or I’d throw something at you right now!” You shouted and walked back towards the outside to get another load of boxes.

You were glad you were busy, less of a chance of you getting nervous about tomorrow.

“Since when are you Team Yoongi? Aren’t you two like sworn enemies or something?”

Jimin pursed his lips, “No. WE have a common interest: YOU. Namjoon and Yoongi are sworn enemies. Keep your office K-Drama Straight. Yoongi has been nothing but pleasant to me these past few weeks.”

“I guess that’s true,” You took out more vases and paintings from the crates. “Who all shows up to these things? Why are we allowed to even touch this stuff?”

“Actors, Government Officials, Idols, Sports stars. Lots of rich people. It’s a charity event. It makes them look good if they bid a lot on something and they always end up spending big on the 50/50. Even if you only put in a few dollars, some rich guy might put in a few hundred because it’s all the same to him. One of the caterers won it a few years ago.”

“Oh really? That’s fun!”

“Yeah. Well. I’ll be up Namjoon’s ass all night tomorrow so don’t expect me to be having a good time.” Jimin Took the certificates out of his file folder and inspected them, making sure they had been appropriately filed. “Although. I do enjoy watching the bachelor auction.”

“Bachelor Auction?” You asked. This was the first time you had heard about it.

“Yeah. I participated last year. JK and Tae are doing it this year. There’s a rumor Jin is participating this year just to fuck with his ex. Some of the other male models are as well.”

“And what? The people win you? A date with them orrrr….?” You raised your eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Yeah. The lady that I guess ‘won me’ last year was older, she asked if she could bring some of her girlfriends. I didn’t care. We just went out to brunch together. They said I was so beautiful just looking at me and being near me made them feel thirty years younger or something like that. It’s usually stuff like that. I’ve only heard a few stories of people being a little creepy.” Jimin sat down on a chair, and took his phone out. “There’s incentive not to be a weirdo because the agency has all of your information and if a bachelor complains you get blacklisted from the auction. But…” He paused for dramatic effect. “It’s not just the Auction right? I’m sure you know Big Hit can ruin people’s lives if they want to.”

You felt a shiver go through your body. Yeah, the whole wife for hire had seemed pretty shady and weird, and you had heard people allude to the fact that they weren’t necessarily free to leave, but you wondered just how much more there was that you didn’t know. But. Fuck it. You were getting paid a lot to not care. And, your job was great: hang out with Yoongi and your new friends and do some work.

“Alright, I have to go back to my real job now.” You stretched. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Suffering. Alone. In Namjoon’s ass.”

Jimin pouted, “Whatever. Thanks brat, I hope you have a great time. We’ll at least have to grab one picture together.”

“Yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow.” You grabbed your coat off the floor. Yes, the floor. You scolded yourself. What kind of adult were you? The BigHit Office was walkable. A bus would be better considering the temperature, but you didn’t feel like waiting. You started heading back that way. You didn’t mind the cold. Yeah, you could use a few more warm weather items, but as long as you kept moving, you were good to go. You passed several restaurants and store fronts on your way. You wondered if Yoongi had a good winter hat. Pausing in front of one of the stores, you decided to make sure he did.

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You had the couch pulled up in front of the fire, eagerly awaiting Yoongi’s return to give him a gift. He had been consistently coming up from the studio around 8. You heard the door lock click and you resisted the urge to run over and show him. You had realized earlier today, while shopping, that Yoongi had bought you so many things: Sheets, towels, pillows. He had asked Hobi to get you clothes, and he had him design that necklace. Your hand reached up and touched it.

You nonchalantly looked across the room towards the entryway. Yoongi was dressed in black trackpants and a black tshirt today. So casual. You hadn’t seen him today really; you were out helping Jimin and then he wasn’t in the studio when you returned.

“Hey,” You kept your excitement tamped down.

Yoongi grunted slightly, indicating he had heard you.

“Ramen for dinner?” You asked

The same grunt responded.

“Long hard day?”

Another grunt, but at this point you were pretty sure he was just being silly.

“Put the kettle on?”

He shook the hair out of his face. “Sure. What flavor?”

“SPICY.” You got up from the couch, your gift in hand.

“How was the auction set up?” He asked, pouring a liter of water into the kettle.

“There’s so much expensive stuff. I can’t believe people donate it and then I can’t believe rich people buy it.”

“Yeah. It’s kind of disgusting.”

You leaned over the counter, sitting your bag on a barstool. “It’s for charity though.”

“Yeah, this one night. What do they do with their money the rest of the time? They could be donating straight to the hospitals but they don’t.” He hit the start button. “They do it so they get credit in the media.”

You pursed your lips. “I guess that makes sense.” You paused, wondering if you should continue. “Do you donate your money to charity?”

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t make that much money compared to most of the people who are going tomorrow night. BigHit takes a large percentage of what I make. But yes. I do.”

“Oh? What kinds of charities?”

“You’re so nosy.” He said, but you could tell he was teasing. “I donate to a few music programs and also a children’s hospital in Daegu.”

“Awww you’re so cute.”

“Stop.” He scrunched up his face.

“So cute. I think it’s sweet that you donate and don’t seek any credit for it.”

Yoongi blushed slightly, “Whatever. Did you see anything you want for tomorrow?”

“Me? Hah. Yeah right. I’m poor. Also everything was so fancy. I,” you emphasized. ”am not fancy.”

Yoongi shrugged. “The apartment could use a painting or something so you better find something. Like you said, the money might as well go towards charity.” He started opening up the noodle packets.

“Ok, We can look. Hey. I got you something today.”

Yoongi turned and looked surprised. “For me? Why?”

“Because I was out and thinking of you. Do I need a reason to get something for my boss who I also live with and sleep in bed with?” You teased.

Yoongi bit his lip, looking over at the noodles.

“Anyways. Here,” you handed him the bag. He took it from you and pulled out the gift. It was a warm grey beanie. “I know it’s nothing special or fancy but I thought you might like it because you’re always cold. You could even wear it around here.”

Yoongi remained quiet, turning the hat over in his hands. When was the last time someone had got him something? No one celebrated his birthday really. He had gone drinking with JHope one time. He didn’t go home for Chuseok. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“Sorry. I know it's not like ‘designer’ or anything, but it IS warm. I tested it.”

Yoongi forced himself to look up at you, a slight blush dusting across his cheeks. “I love it. Thank you.” He pulled the hat wide open and put it on his head. It made him look like a baby version of himself.

“Oh my God. So cute.” You said, unable to contain it.

“You’re lucky I really like this hat or I’d throw it off on principle.” Yoongi admonished while scrunching up his face.

“Yeah yeah. Ok. But seriously.” You took out a photo and snapped a picture before he could protest.

“Hey! What the hell?” He tried to cover his face up a few seconds too late.

You laughed loudly, “What? Why shouldn’t I have a picture of you wearing the gift I got you?” You smiled as you looked at the photo. Feeling quite satisfied, you started to put your phone back in your pocket. You looked over at Yoongi who had grown quiet. Frowning, you asked, “What’s wrong? Are you really mad about it?

Yoongi cleared his throat, “No. But I guess then it’s only fair if I get to take a picture of you.”

“Oh? And why is that?” You countered, hands resting on the countertop.

Yoongi took a step closer to you, “Because you’re wearing the necklace I gave you.” He tentatively reached out, his fingers brushing up against your collarbone as he lifted it up lightly to inspect it.

“Oh,” You managed, feeling your own cheeks beginning to blush. “Ok then. Let’s get one with both of us.” You pulled your phone out and turned around, posing in front of Yoongi to take a selfie of the two of you. You saw the two of your faces on the screen and started to press the button.

“No. No. No. The background looks terrible. We have to move over here.” Yoongi said moving away from you. “Give me your phone.”

You acquiesced and watched as he carefully judged the lighting and framing of the kitchen. “Alright. Here.” He settled in front of some of the cabinets, “This is perfect.”

“Oh my God, who knew you were such a perfectionist.” You teased as you went back to stand in front of him. “Ok, are you taking it?”

“Yeah, my arms are longer; it will reduce the barrel distortion.” He responded quickly.

You giggled. “Such a professional.”

“Ok, one two three,” Yoongi said as he started to take photos. He took three in quick succession. “Surely one of these works. Hold on, I’m sending these to myself.” He swiped quickly around your phone before handing it back to you. You had barely even seen the photos and opened them up while Yoongi returned to cooking the food. You smiled quietly to yourself as you looked at the picture. The first photo of the two of you together. @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @bobbyboops @honeysunandsoil @deathkat657 @niniita-ah @min-yus @or-worse-expelled7 @black-rose-29 @storms-and-stars-blog @fanficcollectivebby @jinsearthh @someonekeepstakingmyusernames @neverthefirstchoice @itz-ally @yeontan4prez @namjooningelsewhere @itsallabouthedetails @theatren3rd @sevenpersona @missmadwoman @friendlywraith @ purest-expressionofgrief @ findthevoices

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Hi is there a part 2 to the other members of the argument with them series? Can i request the part two?

We have Jin: https://btsslowburnfic.tumblr.com/post/632056037135007744/argument-with-jin-part-2 And Yoongi:

https://btsslowburnfic.tumblr.com/post/632433465434030080/argument-with-yoongi-part-2 I can definitely write part 2 to the others, but it will take some time. Who would you most like to see next?

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The Arrangement Ch 41(a)

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Short little follow up chapter AN: My babygirl had a stomach bug this week and was home from school and oh so needy. She’s on the mend now, but I’d rather post a short chapter for you all than nothing ^_^

Previous chapter here

The rest of the night went very normal. Well, what had become normal for the two of you. You two ate your soup, worked on the couch in the loft area, and then headed to bed. While Yoongi was quieter than normal, his mood seemed vastly improved. You jumped onto the bed, laying on your stomach, your head propped up on your elbows. You looked over at Yoongi, “Ok. The auction. Pain in your ass or are you excited?”

Yoongi pressed his lips together and sat down the book he had been reading. He toyed with whether he should pretend to be excited for your sake, but quickly realized you would see right through it. “Both. It’s not really my thing, but I know people worked hard on it and it’s for a good cause.”

“AAAAANNNNdddd…?.” you batted your eyelashes unnecessarily.

“And I have a date this year.” Yoongi looked down.

“That’s right.” You pointed your finger at him, ”Anyone asks you any annoying questions, I’m there. Namjoon tries anything, I’ll have Jimin tape a dead fish under his desk.”

Yoongi laughed sharply. “You’ve really been planning huh?”

“Yeah well, you know. After the other day I figured I should be more prepared. I was caught off guard and forgot that he’s an asshole. But now,” You sat up, ”Now I am prepared. Plus you told me you won’t kick me out right? So fuck him.” You moved up on the bed and crawled beneath the covers. Sighing, you pulled on your ponytail, letting your hair fall down. “I still have no idea what to do with my hair. Bongcha and Alice are so busy lately they won’t return my texts.”

Yoongi bit his lip. He thought at least Alice would have responded. They had seemed so much more mature than that. “I’m sure they’re busy; most of BigHit attends and probably had them booked up for months. Plus it looks fine how you normally do it.”

You rolled your eyes, although you supposed he meant it as a compliment. “I guess.”

Yoongi put the book on the nightstand and turned off his light. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He mumbled as he got comfortable under the sheets.

“Yeah,” you answered. You turned off your light and settled in as well. Facing each other, the darkness gave you some courage that you couldn’t seem to find earlier.

“Can I ask you something? If you don’t feel like answering you don’t have to.”

You felt Yoongi instantly stiffen and change his breathing pattern. “Umm...ok.”

“Did you like it earlier when I was on top of you?” You blurted it out.

Yoongi was suddenly so thankful for the darkness that hid his bright red face. He was not expecting that. But he was thankful it was something that was easy to answer. At least on its face. “Yeah.” He answered almost immediately.

You laid there, wondering, what happened then? Silence filled the space for a moment. “so.. ...you're just shy?” You wondered if he would answer. You reached for his hand. “It’s ok. I don’t mind. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Yoongi pulled your hand up close against his chest. “Inexperienced.” It came out quickly and mumbled and you almost had to ask him to repeat himself, but you were able to parse it out as you repeated it to yourself.

You scooted closer and reached out to run your free hand through his hair. “Ok. Just let me know if I make you uncomfortable ok?” You felt him nod.

Yoongi cleared his throat. “So umm… you do have experience then?”

You chuckled. You would almost be offended but you knew he probably had to work up a lot of nerve to even ask. “I have enough experience. Don’t worry. BigHit made me take a pregnancy and STI test as a condition of my employment, and honestly, It’s been a while soooo… ” You let your sentence fall off.

“Really? They made you do that?” Yoongi sounded like a mixture of shock and disgust.

You shrugged, “I mean. I’m a woman so pretty much any time I go to the doctor they always give me a pregnancy test. Even if I’m there for a cold. Even if I tell them I’m not currently having sex. It’s so dumb. And the other thing was weird, but I guess I see where they’re coming from.” you paused, “And besides, is that really the strangest part of this job?”

“I guess not. You must really have wanted to work here.” Yoongi said nonchalantly.

You scoffed, “I really wanted to help my family,”

“I'm sorry. I know.” He brought the hand he was holding against his chest up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “You’re so sweet.” He paused. “You’re actually too sweet.”

“False. I threatened to stick a dead fish under someone’s desk.”

“Ah. Yeah. That's true." he laughed gently. He lifted his head up slightly and kissed your forehead." Good night. "

"Good night Yoongi."

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The next day was full of finalizing Auction details. Even though it wasn’t your job, pretty much everyone at the company was helping in some small way; it was one of the largest annual fundraisers in the City. A certain amount of the funds was given straight back to Big Hit, the 50/50 raffle. While the majority of the funds were donated to two Children’s hospitals. This allowed the company to both make a profit and look good in the eyes of the public and wealthy donors; a win-win for everyone.

“The suit looks so good on you,” Hobi commented as Yoongi stepped down from the dais. “No alterations necessary. I really know your body.”

“Coming from anyone else, that would be creepy,” Yoongi removed the suit jacket and hung it up. He wondered in his head why he had to come try it on when Hobi did know his exact dimensions after working together for so long.

“Anyone else? Even y/n?” Hobi raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Yoongi just :| and unbuttoned the dress shirt. “You know just because you think about having sex with everyone doesn’t mean all of us do that.”

Hobi rolled his eyes in disappointment, “Please. I even passed up being in the bachelor auction this year. See? I’m turning over a new leaf. And why aren’t you and y/n making the most of your time together.”

Yoongi felt his cheeks growing warm. “We’ve done some things.”

Hobi’s eyes widened in a star struck manner, “OHHHhhhhH!?!”

Yoongi shot him a dirty look, “Things with our clothes on. Anyways. Thanks for the suit. I’ll see you there tomorrow.”

“Yoongi please. Please. Get laid. You’ll be in such a better mood all the time. Like me.” Hobi gestured up and down his own body, “Do you think this serotonin is au natural? No. It’s from frolicking with many a person.”

“Goodbye Hoseok.” Yoongi waved with his free hand, carrying the garment bag in the other. He let himself out of the back room. Jesus. Hoseok was so casual talking about that stuff. Yoongi didn’t consider himself a prude, but jesus. He thought back to your brief discussion last night and sighed. Well. At least now you knew not to expect too much out of him. He was good at flirting; flirting was just talking with the right words. He was decent at kissing. But the rest. Ehhh. He got on the elevator and headed up to the apartment to put his suit up before going back to work. He knew you’d be busy helping Jimin all day and hoped you would stay out of Namjoon’s way.

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The Arrangement Ch 40

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi Chapter Summary: Soft babies. Short little chapter with moody shy boy and our gal YN

Previous chapter here

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching Youtube tutorial videos on hair and make-up. You wrote down a list and headed off to the cosmetic store. You were determined to look at least half way put together for the auction; even if no one from the makeup department would respond to you. Oh well.

You texted your Aunt to see if you could grab your sister to join you, but apparently she had a math exam the next morning. Instead, you made plans to go over there next week. Frowning as you entered the store, you wondered if Yoongi would want to tag along next week. What had happened earlier? You kept trying not to think about it as you grabbed a small basket.

“Hello!” One of the employees greeted you. Her make-up of course was immaculate. “Can I help you find anything today?”

“Ah, yes. I have a formal event this weekend and I don’t have a lot of make-up or experience wearing it to special events.” You fumbled around in your purse for a few seconds, “I have a list here,” you held it up. “But since you work here I’m sure you can help me as well.”

The woman took the list, “These are all quality products and we have most of them. But, if you have time, let me help you try on a few different ones and play around with the colors. What type of style are you going for?”

“It’s for work, so nothing too flashy. I just want to look like me, but a little prettier.” you explained.

“Perfect, let’s get started! How much time do you have?” The girl was clearly excited about having a project to work on.

Remembering back to your conversation earlier with Yoongi, ‘Don’t wait up!’ “No time schedule,” you blushed as you tried to not think about grinding against him earlier.

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Yoongi laid on the futon of his office. What. the. Fuck. was. Happening? He thought you were sick but then you definitely didn’t act sick when you climbed on top of him. He blushed. Fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut. He shouldn’t have flirted so hard when he first met you.

He liked you. He knew that. He just usually didn’t get past the stage of liking somebody. It hadn’t happened very often. Also he knew with your past he didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted so much for you. He rubbed the discomfort in his chest and sighed. Sitting up, he walked over and put on his headphones. Immediately, he saw his phone light up.

JH: Come get your suit for the auction.

Yoongi wrinkled his nose. Right. The auction. Ughhh. He had briefly been excited about going with you as his date, but then with Namjoon watching him like a hawk he didn’t particularly want to anymore. Fuck. He was about to text Hoseok to tell you to do it, but then he remembered he had told you to take the rest of the night off after he ran away from you. Ughhh. Why am I like this? Yoongi sighed. I just wanted to make music. Fuck.

YG: YN can grab it tomorrow.

JH: I would have given it to her earlier if I knew you weren’t even going to try it on. Back to being a dick I see.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and threw his phone face down on the desk. Yeah. He was a dick. So what. That’s what he was known for around here, right? Cold, uncaring Yoongi. Fine. If that’s what people thought. Fine. Yoongi pulled out his notepad and began furiously writing. Why bother trying if it didn’t matter anyway.

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You left feeling better. You had gotten some daily make up in case you felt like wearing any, as well as some heavier products for this weekend. The cold air felt refreshing against your skin after having been under the warm make-up lights for the past few hours. Out of habit, you pulled out your phone.

YN: Hey cutie. I went to a store down the street. You want me to grab any food?

You sat down on a bench while you waited on a response. You responded to a few emails while you waited. You snapped a selfie and a photo of the make-up for your social media account.

YG: No.

YN: What did you eat? DID YOU EAT WITHOUT ME

You teased.

YG: No. I’m not hungry. Eat whatever.

Grouchy Yoongi had returned it seemed. Weird. He was more shy than anything earlier. You sighed and stood up. Well. I guess I’ll just pick what we’re eating for dinner. You walked down one of the alleys and browsed the restaurants.

Deciding on budae jjigae you waited for the takeaway and then headed back to the building. You stopped by the apartment to drop off your makeup and coat and headed back down to Yoongi’s studio. Letting yourself in you were surprised to see him curled up on the futon. He raised his head a little bit, indicating he was awake.

“Hey,” you said, walking in all the way and placing the bag on the small table.

“I told you to rest.” He responded. His voice sounded even deeper than normal.

You turned around and knelt down on your knees beside the couch, pushing his hair out of his face. “As you reiterated earlier, I'm your assistant; what kind of assistant would I be if I didn’t make sure you ate?" your face relaxed as you ran your fingers through his hair. So soft. Without thinking you continued to do it. A low rumble escaped Yoongi’s mouth.

“You’re going to make me fall asleep.”

“That’s fine. It’s budae jjigae, it will reheat.” You said. “What’s wrong? You sound sad.” You felt him tense up.

“Do I?”

“Yeah. But if you tell me you’re not, I'll believe you.” You kept petting his hair.

Yoongi sucked in the air between his teeth before declaring, “Hoseok called me a dick,”

You were surprised that this bothered Yoongi so much. The two seemed to have a relationship where this was normal-ish. “Oh. Well. Were you being a dick?”

Yoongi rolled over onto his back and thought for a few seconds. He rested his hands on his stomach. “I wasn’t trying to be. I just didn’t want to go get my suit for the auction.”

You thought for a moment. “Oh. Well. I understand you don’t like to be interrupted when you’re working, but Hobi takes so much pride in his outfits, it probably hurt HIS feelings when you said you didn’t want to go do it. He was probably looking forward to showing it to you.”

Yoongi looked over at you, “How are you so good at trying to guess what other people are feeling? I can never tell.”

“I don’t know. I just try to imagine things from other people’s perspectives. It’s not always easy. Especially when I’m upset. But I think some of it is from bartending.” You paused and looked around the room for a minute, fidgeting with your sleeves. “Some of it also unfortunately by trying to guess my dad’s moods to try not to piss him off. You get good at reading people when it’s a survival mechanism.” You shrugged your shoulders and looked back over at Yoongi.

Yoongi’s face twitched and he looked away. “I wish your dad was still alive so I could kill him.”

Ice involuntarily ran through your veins and your mouth grew dry. Waiting a minute, you managed, “But I wouldn’t want you in prison, so it’s a good thing you two will never meet.”

Yoongi clenched and unclenched his hands. He halfway sat up, placing his elbows against the arm rest. "I guess. Let's just take the food home."

“You sure?” You asked, standing up as he moved into a sitting position.

Yoongi took his phone out, “Yeah.”

YG: Sorry, I really just don't feel good tonight. Can I try it on tomorrow?

JH: oh. OK. That's fine. Do you want me to bring you anything?

Yoongi felt a weight lift from himself he didn't know had been there.

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Hi there :) I wanted to let you know that 'The arrangement' is one of my favorite series here on tumblr. It's strangely comforting. I deeply admire the details of their every day life and how the development of their relationship unfolds between the lines and is shown almost casually. Getting to know the reason for Yoongi's hesitation to go further is interesting (and a little heartbreaking too). OC is such a brat, I like her very much : ) Thank you for writing and sharing with us 💖

😭😭 Thank you. I worry it gets too boring with the daily interactions but I do try to put intent and character development into those small moments and I'm glad people are noticing 💜

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The Arrangement Ch. 39

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Catching feelings. Also this chapter is 18+ I doubt I have any minors reading this Noona office-based romance but just in case ^_^

Previous chapter here You woke up with Yoongi’s arm thrown over you. It would have been romantic if you weren’t sweating profusely from the extra heat in your small bed. You wiggled your body up and against the headboard. His arm now rested over the tops of your thighs. He was still super out of it. You reached over for your phone and reviewed the schedule for today. Nothing of note. You looked over, Yoongi’s face barely illuminated by the light of your phone. How did a man have such pretty eyelashes? You lamented your own average-length ones.

Sighing you decided to go ahead and get up. Gently swinging your legs over the side you threw on last night’s hoodie and headed out to get coffee. Ugh. The days were getting shorter. You didn’t mind the cold, but you could do without the prolonged darkness . You found yourself thinking back to what Yoongi had confided in you about the cold and you involuntarily shivered. You predicted the coming months might be more difficult for him. You decided to look into some natural sunlight bulbs and lamps for the apartment and his office.

You pressed your palms against the cold granite countertops as the coffee maker started. Any warmth that you had soaked up from Yoongi was now gone in the dim kitchen. What was going on between you two? Did it actually matter if you had a name for it?

You greedily placed your cup directly under the drip, cutting out the middleman carafe. You would mainline your coffee in the morning if you could. Once filled, you placed the warm mug between your hands, savoring this moment. You walked over toward the windows and pulled the heavy curtains aside. There was a fancy remote for them, but you didn’t understand how to use it. The sun would be up soon. You could see it starting to peek out over the horizon. Namjoon was such an asshole. You had tried to not think about the bad part of yesterday, instead focusing on how much closer you now felt to Yoongi and Jimin. What did he want you to do? Fuck Yoongi on his desk? You raised an eyebrow as you let yourself indulge that thought for a moment. Maybe you would some day. Yeah. You rolled your eyes at yourself. It was too early to think about revenge fucking on a desk.

Why were you so feral lately? You knew why. You had always joked about the wedding night, but… You weren't sure you'd make it that long. Especially with you and Yoongi literally sleeping together every night.

"Hey." You heard Yoongi's gravelly voice from the kitchen as he opened the freezer and filled his coffee glass full of ice.

You had seen him in just a t-shirt and boxers so many times at this point. You had slept next to him. And yet you still had to force yourself not to stare. He shuffled over squinting in the darkened room.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked as he looked over at you. "Also, use the remote. Pulling on the curtains isn't good for them."

You sighed, "The remote is overly complicated but I'll try." You paused to sip your coffee. "And I was thinking about having sex with you on Namjoon’s desk."

Yoongi made a sputtering sound on his coffee. “It’s too early.” He turned around and headed for the stairs. You smirked, so easy to fluster. Cute. You laughed as you turned around and returned to your room to get ready for the day.

The next few days passed normally: interviews and writing for Yoongi, Meetings and helping Jimin for you. Fortunately you hadn't run into Namjoon this week, but you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever.

On this particular day, Yoongi had jokingly banned you from sleeping in your room. “It’s so uncomfortable, you can’t sleep on that mattress.”

“It’s your mattress.” You countered. ”You shouldn’t have bought it if it was so uncomfortable,” you said from the futon in his studio.

“It is my guest mattress which means I had never slept on it. It’s terrible really. I can’t have my assistant sleeping on it. How will you get anything done if you wake up with a kink in your back?”

You just rolled your eyes. Such a brat. “Yeah you’re right. I’m sure everyone here insists their assistant sleeps with them just in case their bed isn’t suitable.”

Yoongi sighed, “I don’t know what everyone else does.”

“Jimin and Namjoon snuggling up. Yeah. I don’t see that happening.” You pouted. “Yeah ok whatever. Here, I need you to sign off on these.” You handed him a stack of promo materials.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he took the papers, swiveling around to his desk. He made quick work of them as he handed you the stack, “Here.”

“Thanks,” you snatched them back and headed out before he could say anything else.

“Y/N?” Yoongi said as you closed the door. Huh. That was weird. He shrugged and turned to face his console and got back to work.

You entered the elevator to go up to the Marketing Department. Yes. You were his assistant. But for some reason you didn’t think of yourself as his assistant when you were sleeping in bed with him. Brat. Brat. Brat. Emotionally stunted man. You thought to yourself as the elevator traveled to the Marketing floor.

You dropped the materials off with the receptionist and tried to decide what to do with your day.

Your phone dinged JHOPE: Your dress is finished. Come for a final fitting when you’re ready.

Welp. I guess you just figured it out. You responded and headed down to try on the dress.

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To say you couldn’t believe your eyes would be an understatement. You hadn’t had many occasions in your life to dress up. When you did, you didn’t spend a lot of money on the dresses, often opting for black so you could re-wear it to funerals. The dress clung to your every curve in a flattering manner, the fabric a dark emerald green.

“Why are you crying?” You heard Hoseok’s slightly horrified voice.

You were getting ready to argue and tell him that you weren’t, but then you reached up to touch your face and realized that you were indeed crying. “Oh. I’m sorry. I’ve just never looked like this before.”

He furrowed his brow, “So...these are happy tears?”

You sniffled. “Yes.” You wiped your eyes.

A gentle smile crossed his face, “Well, then I’m glad to be the cause.” He took you by the hand as you stepped off the pedestal. “You look great. Now take it off and I’ll get it in a garment bag for you to take home with you.”

You took the dress back to the apartment and hung it up in your wardrobe. The Auction was only two days away. You were planning on doing your own hair and make-up since Alice and Bongcha weren’t replying to your texts. Oh well. They were probably already booked up anyways. You sighed as you looked around the room. You shouldn’t have felt so irritated by what Yoongi had said earlier but it was bothering you. The two of you kissed. Often. You slept together. Often. And still. Assistant. That’s what you were though, right? This is what you had signed up for. Fuck.

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Sex on Namjoon’s desk. This thought had been running through Yoongi’s head for the past few days. While he did not particularly have any fantasies involving Namjoon’s office, it had been difficult to shake the rest of the sentiment. And the fact that it had come out of your mouth. He thought he was the only one having thoughts like that. He felt his face grow red and ran a hand through his hair.

He was terribly inexperienced. Surely you knew that. Surely it was obvious. Was it? He wondered. You had been in a bad mood when you left, but he wasn’t sure why. He thought the both of you preferred his larger bed, why would you want to sleep in your small bed? This was confusing for him. Taking off his headphones he reached into the desk and grabbed the box he received from Hoseok a few weeks ago. He slipped it into his pocket as he stood up.

MYG: Where are you? You’re not at your desk. F in assisting today.

Moping in your bed you rolled over to read the text Yoongi had sent. F in assisting? Ass.

YN: Fire me then :P

Yoongi raised his eyebrows when he received the message. What the hell? He was expecting some level of snark back, not this.

MYG: Impossible. I didn’t take notes on how to use the espresso machine.

You pressed your eyes together. Usually you would find this funny. But for whatever reason, not today.

YN: I’m taking a personal day today

MYG: oh. Ok. Are you feeling ok? Do you need anything? Dumb boy. Dumb feelings. You were crying. Why were you crying? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were the cool one. You were in the Cinderella story. Living the dream. Making that money. You got to flirt with and kiss a cute boy. You got to wear a fancy dress. Why did it hurt? Fuck. You put your phone away and rolled back over, curling up into a ball.

After several minutes You heard the door to the apartment open. Fuck. You pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes. You hadn't shut your bedroom door since you'd been home alone. You heard Yoongi's shoes drop off his feet and the shuffle of his socks down the hall.

"Y/N. Are you sick?" you heard him say from the doorway. "Can I get you anything?"

You sniffled. "I'm fine."

You heard a slight scoff.

Yoongi walked over and sat on your bed "Back on this small thing again?"

"Leave me alone about my bed," You pouted.

Yoongi frowned. "My bed is better." he reached over and pushed your hair out of your face. "You've been crying."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement. You didn't respond.

He clicked his tongue. "I'm. Not good at this."

"Not good at what?" you responded dryly.

"This." he gestured. "Girls. Crying. Crying girls."

"Sorry to inconvenience you." you rolled over.

Yoongi was very confused. “That’s not how I meant it. What hurts? Your head? Your stomach? I can run down to the shop if you tell me.” He moved as he let his fingers trail down your back. He was being so sweet. Ughhhh. You needed to get over this hangup.

“Just some water. Thanks.”

“Water?” Yoongi cleared his throat, “You got it.”

You moved so you were sitting up in your bed once again. Yoongi returned and handed you a glass of water.

Assistant my ass, you thought. You turned around to see him still shyly looking away. You took your hands and gently turned his head towards you and then placed a kiss on his lips.

Yoongi tensed up for a brief second. It always surprised him when you kissed him. Even though it had happened before. He still couldn’t believe that this was just something that happened now. A girl that he liked. A girl that was with him right now, was kissing him. I like you I like you so much, he thought. He moved a hand to your side as he scooted closer to you, the outer sides of your thighs now touching.

Yoongi pulled back, “Wait, are you contagious?”

“Shut up,” You said as you playfully pushed against his chest, causing his torso to slowly fall down onto the bed.

“Is that a no?” Yoongi responded as you laid down next to him.

You sighed dramatically, “Guess I’ll have to shut you up the old fashioned way.” You rolled over so you were hovering above him, the necklace resting against his chest as you started kissing him some more. It didn’t matter if he wanted to be a fucking brat and call you his assistant. He had come to check on you. He was always checking on you and always making sure you were comfortable. No one else had ever done that for you. You felt Yoongi start to run his fingers through your hair and deepen the kiss between the two of you. A small moan escaped his lips. Feeling emboldened, you moved over and found yourself straddling him.

You were suddenly very aware of the fact you were wearing a skirt and panty hose as you found your body perfectly lined up against the obvious hardness in his track pants. The slick material felt extremely good against your barely covered parts.

“Fuck,” you heard Yoongi moan as you leaned forward to resume making out. Yoongi’s tongue felt so warm and soft inside your mouth as you enjoyed the intrusion. He teased you with it, giving you some, and then leaving you wanting for more. You had found yourself grinding against his pants involuntarily.

Yoongi reached a hand down to cup your ass. Feeling his long fingers against the sheer material of your pantyhose caused your ladybits to clench. So many sensations. “Is this ok?” You heard him ask as the two of you took a brief break to breathe.

“Yes.” You managed to form words somehow.

“Good,” you felt his fingers knead into your ass as he pulled you back to his mouth to kiss some more. Yoongi was rough. You could tell he was holding back, but the way he kissed you and the way he groped you was like a person who had been starved of physical contact. You moaned as you felt his teeth graze your lips. You bit him back lightly, causing him to buck up against you.

“Sorry,” he said, temporarily freezing.

“No, I liked it,” you moved his face to make eye contact with you. You ran your hand along his face. “If I don’t like something, or don’t want to do something, I’ll tell you, ok?”

Yoongi seemed to think for a second. It seemed as though he was gearing up to say something, but instead, he just said, “Ok.”

You leaned back down to kiss him again, but the momentum had dissipated. For whatever reason, Yoongi laid there, responding to your affection, but no longer initiating anything. You continued to make out for a few more minutes and then rolled over against his side. He leaned over after a few minutes and kissed the top of your head. “I need to go get some work done. Take the rest of the day off. I’ll see you later. Don’t wait up.”

You didn’t respond, instead dealing with the worst case of lady blue balls you had ever experienced in your entire life. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @bobbyboops @honeysunandsoil @deathkat657 @niniita-ah @min-yus @or-worse-expelled7 @black-rose-29 @storms-and-stars-blog @fanficcollectivebby @jinsearthh @someonekeepstakingmyusernames @neverthefirstchoice @itz-ally @disregard-thefootsteps @yeontan4prez @namjooningelsewhere @itsallabouthedetails @theatren3rd @sevenpersona @missmadwoman

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