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Lover- min yoongi
So i did a small drabel with no editing but it just pop in head so i need to write it.
Falling for Jeon Jungkook was fast. Him being a recently debuted idol and you a trainee for YG going to the same high school. You were born to a Mexican mom and Korean dad in the States english class was a easy A so within the week of tutoring sessions for Jungkook you were sure you were in love.
Hiding was hard. Late nights dates in convienience stores and dorm movies with his members.
Loving him was sweet, blushing cheeks and butterflies in the belly. First kisses in the park, sweaty hand holding and longing stares.
When you debuted as the maknae of the new YG group it became even more difficult.
Falling out of love of Jungkook was easy. Easy come, easy goes. He became distant and while you pray for him to stay, he was pulling away.
Until you were caught. Every media site published the picture were you were hugging in the park. Fans public proofs of your relationship couple rings and pictures on the same location. Ready to deny the relationship, your company never expected to have a positive reaction. So they used as a publicity boost. But the love had faded no more blushing cheeks or butterflies.
Falling in love with Min Yoongi was slowly. The first year was walks to your dorm while Jungkook was in vocal practice.
The second year was late night studio sessions working in songs and doing vocals for his mixtape sharing goals and fears.
The third year was rap writing and piano lessons.
The fourth year was soft muffled tears against his chest, admiration in eyes and wise advises.
The fith was soft butterflies in the belly, lip staring and the "i can't do this".
The sixth was a realisation, your publicly confirmed boyfriend giving his aproval and support, hand holding. A first kiss against the door on the snowy december night, a birthday gift, a sincere "i'm proud of you"
The seventh was moving to a house together, online buying light fixtures, choosing a big couch, putting awards in shelfs and records in the walls. The first time of intimate nights.
The eight was kitchen backhugs and careful showers, having him all day in home. Rehabilitation sessions and hands clasped together. Longing, him tired of sharing you. A statement " Jungkook from BTS and Y/N from Blackpink decided to part ways..."
The ninth year was december kisses and a ring, a question and a answer; "yes" the I love you's. The february wedding in your garden, a blue bouquet, and a borrowed heart necklace, a new bracelet "you are the best of me, my universe" a teary exchange of vows. A sealing kiss. Jungkook laughing while spinning you a first dance your song playing.
The tenth year was soft nights, concert nights, award sneaky glances and indirect thank you speeches, the first fan theory, a solo album declaring love. "This love is so pure, i don't want people to tainted" the confirmation statement the backlash and the first anniversary. The public acceptance.
The eleventh year was adopting a puppy, Jungkook's wedding.
Loving Jungkook was a warm bath, first relaxing and then cold shivers.
Loving Min Yoongi was spring days. Cozy autumn night by the fire. Chamomile tea for a sore throat. Min Yoongi was midnight snacks and all nighters in the studio writing love songs.
Min Yoongi is not a temporary love, he is the moon and the sun, he is the shoulder to cry and the reason of smiles, he is the coffee cup in bed and the soft breeze against heated skin.
He is more than love.
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kimi’s comfort fics (2023)
note: these fics are pretty “old” since most of the writers are no longer active or the fics have been posted years ago.. BUT !!! some are recent with active writers so i would 100% recommend u check out their other works nd send them love !!! that being said, i did not link the stories but i did link the writers 🫡 this way u can check out their other works nd blog in general 💅🏼✨
nevertheless, they are all masterpieces that have heavily inspire my work nd personal life because i am delulu 24/7 <3 this list consists of my core comfort fics like… y’all don’t even fcking know how much i love them
‼️ for the most part, all of these fics imply mature content !!! minors dni ‼️
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I love this
Lover- min yoongi
So i did a small drabel with no editing but it just pop in head so i need to write it.
Falling for Jeon Jungkook was fast. Him being a recently debuted idol and you a trainee for YG going to the same high school. You were born to a Mexican mom and Korean dad in the States english class was a easy A so within the week of tutoring sessions for Jungkook you were sure you were in love.
Hiding was hard. Late nights dates in convienience stores and dorm movies with his members.
Loving him was sweet, blushing cheeks and butterflies in the belly. First kisses in the park, sweaty hand holding and longing stares.
When you debuted as the maknae of the new YG group it became even more difficult.
Falling out of love of Jungkook was easy. Easy come, easy goes. He became distant and while you pray for him to stay, he was pulling away.
Until you were caught. Every media site published the picture were you were hugging in the park. Fans public proofs of your relationship couple rings and pictures on the same location. Ready to deny the relationship, your company never expected to have a positive reaction. So they used as a publicity boost. But the love had faded no more blushing cheeks or butterflies.
Falling in love with Min Yoongi was slowly. The first year was walks to your dorm while Jungkook was in vocal practice.
The second year was late night studio sessions working in songs and doing vocals for his mixtape sharing goals and fears.
The third year was rap writing and piano lessons.
The fourth year was soft muffled tears against his chest, admiration in eyes and wise advises.
The fith was soft butterflies in the belly, lip staring and the "i can't do this".
The sixth was a realisation, your publicly confirmed boyfriend giving his aproval and support, hand holding. A first kiss against the door on the snowy december night, a birthday gift, a sincere "i'm proud of you"
The seventh was moving to a house together, online buying light fixtures, choosing a big couch, putting awards in shelfs and records in the walls. The first time of intimate nights.
The eight was kitchen backhugs and careful showers, having him all day in home. Rehabilitation sessions and hands clasped together. Longing, him tired of sharing you. A statement " Jungkook from BTS and Y/N from Blackpink decided to part ways..."
The ninth year was december kisses and a ring, a question and a answer; "yes" the I love you's. The february wedding in your garden, a blue bouquet, and a borrowed heart necklace, a new bracelet "you are the best of me, my universe" a teary exchange of vows. A sealing kiss. Jungkook laughing while spinning you a first dance your song playing.
The tenth year was soft nights, concert nights, award sneaky glances and indirect thank you speeches, the first fan theory, a solo album declaring love. "This love is so pure, i don't want people to tainted" the confirmation statement the backlash and the first anniversary. The public acceptance.
The eleventh year was adopting a puppy, Jungkook's wedding.
Loving Jungkook was a warm bath, first relaxing and then cold shivers.
Loving Min Yoongi was spring days. Cozy autumn night by the fire. Chamomile tea for a sore throat. Min Yoongi was midnight snacks and all nighters in the studio writing love songs.
Min Yoongi is not a temporary love, he is the moon and the sun, he is the shoulder to cry and the reason of smiles, he is the coffee cup in bed and the soft breeze against heated skin.
He is more than love.
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friends (3tan) (m) | myg
title: friends (the week, pt. 1)
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)
series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk
rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au
summary: the week you get with yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.
warnings: cursing, tension, oc’s are introduced!!, oral (m rec), degradation, the amount of kiss scenes wow lol, power dynamics (cmnf), fingering, angst yeah i know, throat fucking, choking, rude yoongi :))), multiple orgasms, breast play, cum swallowing, the chains stay on😀😀😀, cunt slapping, sl*t/wh*re mentions, dirty talk, yoongi’s mouth in general, overthinking, doubt, head/hair pulling, body worship, praise, restraining via headboard a ha ha, this one is p angsty y’all😭
note: thank you to @sugakookitty for being an angel beta !! i know this was super last minute i am so so sorry. i owe you some tangerines!
note 2: and here we are again. i hope you all like this installment, and i wanted to thank everyone for being so patient and supportive. it truly means so much to me! if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense!
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drop date: april 26th, 2022, 7:17pm est
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You found me // soulmate au
PAIRING: Hobi x reader
GENRE: fluff, soulmate au
WARNINGS: none
Part one
a/n: I literally couldn’t wait to finish this. Like I wrote the first part and legit started writing the second part straight away. I hope you guys enjoy. Xxx Hunter
Soulmate bond: you can hear your soulmates thoughts
I found you.
To say that hobi was surprised to hear your voice say those three words in his head was an understatement. He dropped his chopsticks, food splatting over the floor, as he registered what your voice had said. You had found him. You knew who he was. The other members looked at him in confusion from where they all sat, scattered on the floor of the practice room eating lunch.
“My soulmate knows who I am.” Hobi said, laughing happily. Namjoon smiled fondly at Hobi as Jimin tackled him in a hug, Yoongi high fiving him and Jungkook cheering loudly. He was one step closer to finding you.
I always knew you’d have a beautiful smile. Your voice filled his mind as he lay in bed that night.
Now this is unfair, he retaliated, you get to see me but I don’t get to see you.
Don’t whine Hobi. You laughed and he felt himself shiver at your words. He didn’t think he would ever grow tired of hearing you say his name.
I want to meet you.
It took you 16 hours after finding out who your soulmate was for you to figure out where he was, to book a flight to Korea, pack your suitcase, and board said flight. You ignored the gnawing feeling in your gut as you looked out the airplane. So maybe you hadn’t told Hobi your plan yet, and maybe you had no sure fire way of getting to him, but you had to try. You wanted to surprise him, wanted him to see you for the first time and know, just like you did, that you were his soulmate. So you didn’t tell him you were coming. You kept all thoughts of planes, and tickets, and Korea to yourself.
Navigating your way through Seoul was surprisingly easily considering your familiarity with the language all thanks to Hobi. You made your way safely to your hotel, showered and dressed, before heading out to find your soulmate. You had one place to look and you prayed that he would be there, and that you would be let in.
The Bighit building was bigger than you suspected. You knew that bts were successful, you had stalked Hobi’s social media when you’d found out about him so you’d seen his huge fan base, but you had avoided looking too deeply into the bands success. Not wanting anything to cloud your opinion of the man. You swallowed heavily at the sight of the security guards outside the entrance to the building. Perhaps you would have more difficulty than you expected finding your way to Hobi.
“Dude I can’t believe you’re running late.” Yoongi laughed down the phone, “like I can’t even remember the last time you were late.” Hobi rolled his eyes.
“It’s not my fault.” He complained, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Too busy dreaming about your soulmate.” Yoongi teased. Hobi ignored the blush that spread across his cheeks as he scoffed at his elder. “Just hurry up, okay? Kook’s getting antsy.” Hobi said goodbye locking his phone and making his way towards the entrance of the building.
As he walked towards the glass doors he felt a pull at his shoulder, the wind whispering for him to look back. He turned slightly, mask and sunglasses concealing his face from potential onlookers. His eyes scanned the street behind him, running over the people rushing to work. His gaze stuttered past one figure, a woman standing alone in the street, staring at the building that was his destination.
He felt a familiarity as he looked at her. Warmth spreading throughout his chest. She looked over, as if feeling his eyes on her, her brows furrowed as she took him in.
Angel?
Her eyes seemed to widen, taking a step towards him.
Hope, I- she paused watching him, is that you?
What are you doing in Korea Angel? He couldn’t stop the tears that started to spill down his face at your smile. He took a step towards you and before he knew it you were running into his arms. He laughed as he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling you close and breathing you. Warmth and joy consuming him.
“It’s really you.” He said softly. You pulled back and he was able to see you face properly, his eyes taking you in as if he was worried you’d disappear. You pulled off his sunglasses desperate to meet his eyes with your own, smiling as you looked at the warmth in them. He pulled down his mask so you could see his smile matched your own. You giggled.
“Hi.” You said, eyes shining. His hand traced your cheek, and he smiled as you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, your eyes flicking open at his words, cheeks turning red.
“Hobi.” The word was laced with desire and he didn’t wait a second longer. Surging forward Hobi connected his lips with yours. Your hands clutching at his shirt, his pulling you close. Fire ignited in his chest. He pulled back, leaning his forehead against your own as he looked at you. You smiled brightly up at him, leaning forward to placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Once, twice, and again. He laughed happily and you felt your heart soar.
His thumb brushed gently against your lips, eyes staring into your own.
“Angel, you found me.”
“I found you.”
TAGLIST: @mykpopshitt @bangtannie7 @seokjinkismet @lovelgirl22 @ygimsgw @aianloveseven @fandom-trapped-03
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Lover- min yoongi
So i did a small drabel with no editing but it just pop in head so i need to write it.
Falling for Jeon Jungkook was fast. Him being a recently debuted idol and you a trainee for YG going to the same high school. You were born to a Mexican mom and Korean dad in the States english class was a easy A so within the week of tutoring sessions for Jungkook you were sure you were in love.
Hiding was hard. Late nights dates in convienience stores and dorm movies with his members.
Loving him was sweet, blushing cheeks and butterflies in the belly. First kisses in the park, sweaty hand holding and longing stares.
When you debuted as the maknae of the new YG group it became even more difficult.
Falling out of love of Jungkook was easy. Easy come, easy goes. He became distant and while you pray for him to stay, he was pulling away.
Until you were caught. Every media site published the picture were you were hugging in the park. Fans public proofs of your relationship couple rings and pictures on the same location. Ready to deny the relationship, your company never expected to have a positive reaction. So they used as a publicity boost. But the love had faded no more blushing cheeks or butterflies.
Falling in love with Min Yoongi was slowly. The first year was walks to your dorm while Jungkook was in vocal practice.
The second year was late night studio sessions working in songs and doing vocals for his mixtape sharing goals and fears.
The third year was rap writing and piano lessons.
The fourth year was soft muffled tears against his chest, admiration in eyes and wise advises.
The fith was soft butterflies in the belly, lip staring and the "i can't do this".
The sixth was a realisation, your publicly confirmed boyfriend giving his aproval and support, hand holding. A first kiss against the door on the snowy december night, a birthday gift, a sincere "i'm proud of you"
The seventh was moving to a house together, online buying light fixtures, choosing a big couch, putting awards in shelfs and records in the walls. The first time of intimate nights.
The eight was kitchen backhugs and careful showers, having him all day in home. Rehabilitation sessions and hands clasped together. Longing, him tired of sharing you. A statement " Jungkook from BTS and Y/N from Blackpink decided to part ways..."
The ninth year was december kisses and a ring, a question and a answer; "yes" the I love you's. The february wedding in your garden, a blue bouquet, and a borrowed heart necklace, a new bracelet "you are the best of me, my universe" a teary exchange of vows. A sealing kiss. Jungkook laughing while spinning you a first dance your song playing.
The tenth year was soft nights, concert nights, award sneaky glances and indirect thank you speeches, the first fan theory, a solo album declaring love. "This love is so pure, i don't want people to tainted" the confirmation statement the backlash and the first anniversary. The public acceptance.
The eleventh year was adopting a puppy, Jungkook's wedding.
Loving Jungkook was a warm bath, first relaxing and then cold shivers.
Loving Min Yoongi was spring days. Cozy autumn night by the fire. Chamomile tea for a sore throat. Min Yoongi was midnight snacks and all nighters in the studio writing love songs.
Min Yoongi is not a temporary love, he is the moon and the sun, he is the shoulder to cry and the reason of smiles, he is the coffee cup in bed and the soft breeze against heated skin.
He is more than love.
#bts fanfic#bts#bts fic#bts jhope#bts social media au#bts smau#bts min yoongi#bts jungkook#min yoongi#min yoongi au#bts idol#bts taehyung#bts x reader#bts aus
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REPUTATION|| Min Yoongi
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Hello everyone!, the REPUTATION masterlist just hit 40 notes and i felt so dad that i haven't uploaded the Next chapter so i decided to start a behind story kinda thing were i'll tell you some facts about the story and of you are curious about something, please send me an ask😊!💕
So first, REPUTATION was born when the folklore long pond studio sessions was realesed and it was going to be kinda like a series where Yoongi was going to be Y/N producer and they would play together the songs and at the end the would talk about songs like the lakes and peace and how the songs talk about their relationship and illicit affairs and hiding a relationship from the public.
BUT THEN Evermore happened and champagne problems messed with my feelings.
And then i asked myself "but how did they get there, how did they went from nothing to a happy cupple writing songs together.
I needed a catharsis and for me, the reputation album is the biggest one, and thats how we ended here.
I had a body for the story but i has some blurry parts still, like the end...
#bts fanfic#bts jhope#bts fic#min yoongi#bts smau#yoongi smau#bts imagines#bts social media au#bts jungkook#reputationminyoongi#reputationminyoongiASK
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Hey I just found your story Reputation and it sounds really interesting from what is already there. And I am curious if you have a taglist which you could add me too.
Hii, im really glad that you like it, ill start a taglist for next chapter on. And i will gladly tag you in it 😊💕
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"Can we pretend that it's just you and me?
That our forbidden love is not a outraged
Let us sneak out from the back door so they can't see us escape
The moon and the stars are waiting for us to meet
How can i want something more than the heaven i got?"
One more time- Y/n 2017
#bts fanfic#bts#bts smau#min yoongi#yoongi smau#bts imagines#bts jungkook#bts jhope#bts fic#bts social media au#reputationminyoongi#REPUTATION
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I was listening to Saturno by Pablo Alborán and the line "en saturno viven los hijos que nunca tuvimos (the children we never had live on Saturn)" kinda gives me #REPUTATION min yoongi & y/n and im so wreck. Because i know where i want the story to go but im not sure about the end. So kinda want it to be sad
#reputationminyoongi#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts smau#min yoongi#bts imagines#yoongi smau#bts social media au#bts jhope#bts jungkook#bts
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Kim Seokjin, looking like the Sugar Daddy of my dreams and Kim Namjoon his rich best friend
ARMS
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D-1 Countdown to #SugaDay: To: SUGA, From: Bangtan ♡
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REPUTATION|| Min Yoongi
Summary:
You were in the top. There was no person in the world who didn't know your name, either for your success or your reputation, believing that the only thing you should do is smile, be a good girl, don't force your opinions on people, and NOT for any reason deny the dating rumors. But then a gummy smile and a sweet accent came to change all your believe system, from a friends with benefits to falling in love, you encounter a new fear: would he love you despite your reputation
Pairings: Idol!Min Yoongi(SUGA) x singer!reader
Warnings: distorted body image and unwarranted fear of gaining weight. Unhealthy habits like starvation, underage alcohol consuption. Mild smut and age gap (Yoongi is 25 and reader is 20) but everything is consensual). If i miss something please let me know.
Gorgeous
You should take it as a compliment
That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
You should think about the consequence
Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us
He's in the club doing, I don't know what
You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats
Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh
Anxiety was a familiar feeling, a daily occurrence even before you knew how to call it. The constant fear of making the wrong move, not filling everybody's expectations. But it never gets easier, walking a red carpet was nerve wracking at 20 like it was when you were 13, but expectations were higher, every single album need it to be different, different sound, different style, you need it to be more mature but not to sexy because then you were to provocative for kids who follow you, but not to demure because then you are a prim. And then, you were too fat, and then too skinny, or you would have the nice flat stomach that people expect but you didn't have the hourglass figure. So everything you stand in an outfit risky enough for you, you would shake like a leaf, praying that the apple and the water that you had eaten would not somehow make you look bloated. That you contour was blended, that the powder under your eyes would not flash in camera.
You were about to promote your second single of your album, a song who was for a ex manager and ended up seeing as a call out for war for a singer whom you were friends but ended up splitting ways when she started dating an ex boyfriend, an ex boyfriend that you don't actually love but it was still awkward going out with the new girlfriend of your ex. Your team takes it as publicity, even if there was not an actual feud, good or bad, publicity is publicity, and so the music video only seems to spark even more fire. Still you invited all of your friends, friends that you met through other friends, in fashion shows or while performing in lingerie runways, the kind of friends that you partied with in your mansion in Coney Island or the one in Malibu. But that only sends a spark of worry, appearing in a music video with models with perfect bodies only makes you even more insecure about your own, and you were scared about what people would think about it.
A tug in your arm pulled you out of the dazed of the camera's flash and your thoughts, Calum King was a producer, a handsome embodiment of masculinity, a strong build body, a short beard, barely there but enough to let you know that he was a man. He was older than you by a lot, not enough to be scandalous but enough to raise a few eyebrows.
He smile and you copied and hold his arm to the cameras, the lady assisting the red carpet gesture you to move and once you were out of the sight of the camera you let a shaky breath a pound in the head and the emptiness of your stomach make you feel dizzy and your publicist move quickly, holding a hard candy to you.
“Are you okay?” Calum asks, still holding you, you nod immediately and put the candy in your mouth.
“I´m good, the lights make me feel light headed but nothing that a little bit of sugar does´n fix” you say tasting the candy, feeling a little bit less tired, he nods but his sight was already far away from you.
“Baby, i´m going to say hello to a few friends, I¨ll see you in our seats, okay?” He doesn't wait for an answer, his manager following behind, you let a sigh of relief, relieved that you don't have to keep pretending anymore, Calum and you met a few months ago while visiting a friend of your to the studio, a paparazzi saw you having coffee and after that you kept seeing each other, he would be your date in events and to the world, you were official, but you didn't even be intimate,barely hold hands while walking in the streets, or kiss each other more than a few pecks when winning a prize, but even that, it felt forced. Your publicist looks away from her phone to look at you and gives you an indifferent look.
“A new korean band is in here, apparently they are very famous and are contending against you for one of the awards, maybe you should go and see them so people see that you support new talents”
Curiosity sparks within you “Korean band, is it BTS?” you asked, sipping your water you publicist arch an eyebrow
“Yes, did you know them?” she looks rarely interested, you nod reminiscing how a few weeks ago you had stumbled on a fan edit of you and one of the members titled “1997 golden babies” seeing the dark haired boy dancing and performing with that much passion caught your attention, looking at his name and thus his group, fascinated enough that you had expend a few hour looking at the music videos and some of their performances, a bubble of excitement grew in your stomach making you feel energized again and you started to walk knowing your publicist was going to take you to them, skipping to some people you got to the corner where a group of at least 10 men stand, you immediately felt short and tiny and intimidated but you put your confident face and wait for your publicist to talk with one of the men, who yo assume was their manager, he look surprised and his gazed fall to you where you standing sandwiched between your bodyguards, he nod and went to say something to the remaining men 7 of them wipe their heads instantly to you and you smile, you make the remaining and they scatter in formation, pushing the taller men in front, he gives you a smile and flashed with a set of dimples.
“Hii, is so nice to meet you guys” You break the ice, you scanned every single one of them, from the tall broad shoulder one to Jungkook, the one of the edit and then your eyes fall to one of them, instantly draw for the way he looks at you, like he knew something your eyes goes back to the taller guy as he start to talk.
“It's so incredible to meet, we are big fans of your music” he says, you had heard that a lot but he sound genuine and the rest of the boy nodded, your eyes went back to the guy with the feline eyes and you see something that you had seen before but rarely from another artist, admiration, but also understanding, like he understanded something and he was fascinated by it.
“Are you performing tonight?” you asked trying to shake the feeling that he was reading you like a book he understands the language.
“Ummm, no, not tonight, hopefully someday” he looked a little ashamed but that only made you feel more admiration for them, they are escalating little by little.
“Id watched some of your performance” a chorus of ¨whoas¨ breaks their silence and you smile wider “You would have made us look like kids beside you, you are truly amazing” you compliment, the words flooding with ease, all of them let a ¨thank you¨ and when you meet eyes with the feline eyed boy he gives you the most beautiful and shy gummy smile, something inside you felt warm and fuzzy and you enjoy it so much that you wish it never went away. Your publicist asked for a picture and you stand with them.
The flash was quick, you changed the pose and at the same time you felt a delicate brush of fingers in your back. Tingles run down your spine and your hair stands, how was it possible that a man could make you feel that way without talking, without knowing him? You didn't even know his name, or how he was, he could be an asshole.
The camera stop flashing and the warm fingers leave your trembling body (you didn't know if it was of starvation or the adrenaline running through your veins) You look at him, the man with the gummy smile, cat-like eyes and the rose petal lips, he bow and you did the same as a reflex, that make him smile fully and the giddy, warm feeling bubble in your stomach all the way up your chest. You broke eye contact and with warm cheeks you went to hug the taller guy hugging all of them (not without almost melting in gummy smile boy, and breathing deeply his mainly citrus smell).
Your entrance was cut out by your manager, who led you backstage and you hope you bump into them, to talk to him, to hear him and let his fingers pay with your skin, but you were immediately trap in the changing room pulling other set of clothes and when you get out your publicist was waiting with a mint and a glass of ice you chew while letting the makeup artist retouch your makeup.
You had already stood up 5 times to receive an award and Top Social Artist was the last nomination before going to change for your performance. Sitting on the front row with Calum on your side being the perfect supporting boyfriend and with Zendaya on the other side beside her a bunch of other models friends, big names in the industry who appeared in the music video that had already premiered a few awards ago. And although you should've be worried if you would win the category you were already seeing black spots, nausea and heavy eyelids accompanying, and sitting beside with the most beautiful, tallest, slimmest, women of the moment didn't make you feel better, you could barely hear anything but the sound of blood pumping through your ears but after hearing your name and the loud cheers of your fans a smile appear in your clammy face, you wonder if you could even stand to get the award if you win, a louder cheer broke in the arena and looking to the screen you saw the south korean band announced and when it disappears it took a few seconds for the screams to stop, the announcers opened the envelope, two seconds of silence in the speakers and then...“BTS!” You jump clapping finding strength out of nowhere and with a smile you saw the band walk in front of your eyes with wide eyes, open mouth and smiles, a single hand sticking out for you and knowing who it was you brush his hand with yours.
Then you turn back and with a bodyguard in front and another in your heels, you walk into the main stage of the arena.
Everything was blurry, you followed the guard into the hallway and crouched to get in the elevator, holding the mic and letting your head go over the choreography. And when the voice in your in ear says “one”you feel the lift move and stand.You felt like you were going to faint, but still make your moves as smooth as possibly, it felt like forever but when you give the final move and look at the camera you give the most convincing smile ever. Wait for the count to end and the light to ade out to let your body fall to the ground. But the light did not fade, and the camera was still on you.
The host appeared to your side to announce that your music had already broken a record and that you had won another 2 awards. You accept the award and let the host hug you and unintentionally your body stumbles, your eyes give a turn and feel almost lost conscious.“It's okay” you said to the man and pulled out with a smile, looking to the worried crowd,”It's okay” you repeat in the mic ” I very excited, to be here and to win this awards, thank you to everybody that make this possible, my fans, my family, my team, everybody that listen my music and the art i make, thank you so much, i love you” You said, making well rehearsed words leave your mouth, you leave following the lady with the awards, numb.
The act seemed innocent and so quickly and random that nobody should have noted, but it set something, pieces clicking in place, for you felt illicit, scandalous, it ignited something that you have never let your body cave in, lust. A sin so impure that only thinking about it makes you flustered, but it only took a couple of glances, some brushes of skin and a hug for you to continue the seduction game he started. And you wanted him to win, to ditch all the circus and let him take you to the hotel, seeing him all in black contrasting with his soft creamy skin, a fallen angel.
Wanting to feel something, did you deserve the awards? Your music had moved so much from your original goal that you barely felt it was good. So you didn't feel proud, and you did not feel happy, or sad, or angry. You felt hungry, and tired.
How dare he be so cool? With the glinting earrings and the necklaces and the deep voice and side smile, a dream, you never thought he was just your type. Was it possible for you to have him? A quick internet research let you know his name, his position on the group and his age, he was a little over five years older than you, younger than your “exes” but so much different, he felt real, a real man, but at the same time he was surreal, to perfect, to gorgeous. And you wanted to know all about him.
You sit alone in the buffet of your hotel, with other people who also went to the awards, munching on a chicken salad with some delicious sauce and bread sticks and a glass of orange juice. Your orange juice, of course, was spiked with alcohol by your manager, a way to make you last giggly and awake for the rest of the night. Feeling already full with your second plate and with already a certain amount of alcohol in your system, you felt better, enough to keep looking at the table in front of you. Where 7 boy sit holding a camera laughing at one of them knocking the glass with the camera gummy smile boy who had, just like you, been looking at you smile with you and you hold the big stack of tissues at him, he walk to you and brushing fingers he take it from your hands “thanks” he said with a deep voice, one that you had already heard in his music videos but never compared to the real thing.
It took you 30 minutes to shower, dry your hair, put light makeup and a flowy black dress, that fall above your knees, do a quick google research of what to expect at losing your virginity and chugging the mini bottle of wine of your mini fridge, cleaning all of the clothes on the bed and quickly fix it. And when you thought that he wouldn't come a knock was heard. You look for the last time in the mirror and open the door.
And he was there, his hair now completely straight and soft looking and his face was bare, no necklace and simple cotton shirt and black cargo pants. Like he couldn't be more gorgeous. Oh wait, he could, looking at you with the damn smile. “Hi” you said, already losing the game “Hi”, deep voice and cute accent, you can't help but giggle, boozing alcohol in your veins.
“Please, please come in” You open the door all the way “ I´m y/n, by the way” you said and he looks at you, “I know, I´m Yoongi” he says laughing “I know” you respondHe lifted an eyebrow “you do?” he said with a smug smile, “of course i know, i'm not that dump to hook up with a guy i don't even know the name of” you widen your eyes and blame the alcohol by your blunt remark, but feel relieved when he laughs. He let you lead the way to the living room and when he sits on the couch he notices the object on the coffee table, an unopened copy of BTS 'latest album you had.
They said goodbye and you broke contact, gulping the last of your orange juice and immediately got replaced, you looked back at your manager and publicist, talking to their manager, using the translator that look flustered, and you knew why, after yourself had talked with your manager about your request, voice confident but cheeks flushed, your manager didn't even had to approach BTS manager before he was already on his way, at that you felt a weird feeling, a territorial frown in your eyes, but you couldn't blame him. Every celebrity you have met has done this. A simple deal, a way for celebrities to keep their affairs as private and publicly clean, both sides agreed to keep it quiet and not slip ups. When they finally look at you, turn again to him, his manager walking to him, and slipping a black plastic card. A key to the room to one of the suites. Your suite.
“I thought you could signed for me” you explained with a shy tone “I found it on the airport bookstore and since i kinda collect music album i thought it was a nice addition”
He grabbed it “can i open it?” he said with the cute accent, you nod excited and he carefully start to unwrap you sit by his side to get a better look, when he finished it, he looks at you
“it has a photocard” he explains and you giggle again at the way he pronounce the last word, feeling the warm feeling in your stomach and he send your favorite smile at you.He opens the book and stop at the page with the card stuck to it “It's random so is a surprise, go, turn it around” he gesture to the book, you grab it and turn it around,
“Oww” you let out a disappointed sound when you look at the man that clearly wasn't your Min Yoongi, he laughs and you pout “what can i do if i want one of you?” you ask with a distressed look. He dares to look flustered and he reach to his neck and the his hair, you wanted yours in its place, you licked your lips and look at lis face, “You could buy lots of album until mine come out” hmmm
“That's a good idea” his stare became intense and his eyes darken, his tongue brushed his bottom lip and someone must move forward because your lips replaced his tongue was now kissing his lips.
Your fingers grab his shirt while his palms was cupping your cheeks, thumb brushing against it, the darkest desires in your mind, the need to be touch to be taken care of,taking his hand in yours you put it on your thigh, where your dress had lift and he complied to your silent request, pushing the fabric up and caressing your skin, but not where you need it him.
You lean in the couch bringing him with you, but he pull from the kiss, leaving you gasping, “are you sure?” he ask, with his soft, dark eyes, lips swollen and flushed cheeks, you nod, but he shakes his head “are you sure?” he repeats, you think for a second looking at your giddy, boozy brain, “yes, i'm sure” you said with the most confident voice you could muster, he kiss you again and then its your turn to pull away from the kiss ”wait, wait, i, i haven't, i never have i ever before, i mean, i never had done this before” you confess and he looks at you still panting, he nods, and ask again “are you sure?” and you are.
He didn't let you lay in the couch.
He let you run your fingers through his torso and take his shirt off.
You let him pull down the strips of your dress.
He let you know how much he desires you.
You let him touch for the first time against the wall, making you see stars and blow away in a climax.
He takes to the bed, carrying like you were a leaf.
You let him stole sweet moans out of your mouth
He takes it slowly, touching skin like you were fine china.
You feel like a confident woman when you whisper “you are so gorgeous, I can say anything to your face.”
He lets a deep chuckle and gives a deep thrust making you scream of pleasure.
A mix of sloppy kisses, discreet love bites, nails against skin and pasional hip thrust between the sheets you let yourself think for a second that is not a one time thing, that euphoric feeling you were experimenting and that it was the most happy you had been in years was going to finish the moment he finish panting against your neck.
You tried to not look disappointed when he stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing your eyes, letting yourself feel the remnants of your climax.
He came back a few minutes later, cleaning between your legs and leaving a soft kiss in your thigh before slipping your underwear in its place, holding you in his arms.
You cried for the first time in front of a person.
He tells you that he knew you were hungry, he had felt it before. Not by his own choice.
You tell him about the empty feeling in your stage while on stage.
He kisses your face while rubbing circles in your back.
When the morning sun came up you watched his sleeping figure, his back up and belly down, face facing you and his arm around you.
You mindlessly start writing invisible letters, your name. Wishing he could be more than a stranger.
He lets you a note. His number. Breakfast. And a single pink flower and a book from the souvenir store “ The meaning of flowers”
Azalea
The azalea is the flower that ushers in springtime in the southern United States. That’s one reason it’s so closely associated with beauty and rebirth.
These blooms are often given as a symbolic message to, “Take care of yourself,” which is an important sentiment to extend to the bereaved.
Little-Known fact:
Azaleas are celebrated in festivals throughout the world, especially the U.S. and Asia. In Chinese culture, the azalea is known as the “thinking of home bush” and was immortalized in the poetry of a famous poet during the Tang dynasty.
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I FINISH THIS CHAPTER
It took years, but my mental health has been bad lately and also was hard to write the first meeting, if it look to rushed, dont worry its kinda the point, they are not in love but definetly know that they felt something. But they dont know each other, i like to think of them as soulmates.
We see how she was physically and mentaly hitting rock bottom and her team is not as innocent as it look.
If i was vague about everything, when the managers were talking, they were basically negociating the one night stand, that way the public wouldnt found out. A normal ocurrence in this AU.
Everything you feel courius about, please let me know.
Thank you so much for reading, i love you
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You are so beautiful
No, i'm not, you just are drunk
Why don't you believe me? Everytime i see you i tell you how beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, sexy i think you are
Everytime you see me you are drunk
Well, I think we should see beach other more because i think you are the most beautiful man i've met, and i think about it even when i'm sober
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I want to make an album about you...
About me?, what could you say about me?
I could tell the world about how gorgeous i think you are
Why?
Because you are, i want the world to know how stupid i am when i see your gorgeous self
REPUTATION(2018) "Skit"
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