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Stay | Part 2

He squared up with Tristan, “First of all, I’m not “your guy,” I’m hers.” He nodded towards me, “Secondly, I’d be happy to settle this outside.”

Almost two weeks had passed since I met Yoongi and I was still at his house. It was like I had fallen into some weird alternate dimension.

Every time I tried to bring up the subject of me leaving and going back to my place he changed the subject or said “Okay. Later.”

I’d pretty much stopped going to work. Though my third job I did pop in a few times when Yoongi was busy writing. I was surprised by how much writing he actually did considering he was enlisting soon. When I’d left for work those few times I did stop by the apartment and only went in when I knew Jamie wasn’t there. I grabbed whatever I could and shoved it into a backpack so I could have some of my things at Yoongi’s house.

We didn’t leave his house much. Tourist season had really picked up and we both knew he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere unmasked without being recognized. Even with a mask I thought he was recognizable.

I almost felt like I was on one of those tv shows where you marry someone without knowing who they are and you’re forced to live with them for the next month to decide if you want to stay married or break up. It was so weird, but also felt so normal and comfortable. Yoongi was an absolute gentleman and was never intrusive. Everything stayed exactly like that first day and night I spent with him. He was kind and caring, never overstepped boundaries. We did sleep in the same bed, but I think he was still scared I was a “flight risk.” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was or not. I was still wrestling with my own feelings of existing. He was never touchy feely. If we ended up laying next to each other then we just let it happen, but we never intentionally decided to snuggle.

“Hey.” He walked into the kitchen where I was and leaned against the counter in front of me. “We need to talk.”

The one horrible phrase no one ever wanted to hear. I took a breath as I tried to steady my nerves, “Okay.”

“Let me just say all of this before you interrupt and disagree with me, okay?” I did have a habit of disagreeing with him. He was making me nervous and I just wished he’d get to the point.

I nodded so I didn’t already say something that would disagree with whatever he was going to say.

“I don't think you should go back to the apartment. I know you need somewhere to stay so I was thinking you could stay here.”

I started to speak, but closed my mouth when he held his hand up, “You can stay here and we’ll look for somewhere for you to stay…” He paused, “Or you can just stay here indefinitely.”

“Yoongi.” I started.

“I’m not done. The house stays empty when I’m not here. It would be okay if you stayed while I was gone, at least until you found something, or I came back.” He said the last line slowly, hesitantly. He waited for a moment and spoke again, “Now I’m done. Go ahead and disagree with me.” He said playfully.

I smiled and shook my head, “I don’t want to go back to the apartment either and I like being here too. I don't mind staying here as long as you’re here, if that's okay with you.” It was true. I genuinely enjoyed being at his house. It was cozy, it was safe, it didn’t house my ex best friend and ex boyfriend, and Yoongi was here. I liked being here, but only when he was here.

His brow furrowed, “Why is this going better than I thought?”

“But.”

“There it is.” He sighed and leaned deeper against the counter.

“After you leave… Yoongi everything goes back to how it was, or worse. Even before the shit with Tristan and Jamie I wasn’t happy. Nothing felt worthwhile, my life was going nowhere. I’d just go back to that, except now I have no job and no home. You’ll be gone and I won't even have you. I honestly don’t know what I’ll do or how I’ll feel.”

He laughed but in a shocked, almost offended way, “Wait so you’re telling me that even after everything, the last two weeks, I could go back to Korea for enlistment and not know if I’ll ever see you again until I get done with my training?”

“I don’t know.” I said quietly. I could feel that disappointment feeling rising up again. It was always my fault when I felt disappointed. I could stop it from happening if I just changed my answers, but then I’d be lying about how I truly felt and I also didn’t want to do that either. I guess thinking it was “my fault” wasn’t accurate. That would insinuate a pressure on me to have the “right” answers for him. It wasn’t really that, it was more like I just wanted him to be happy. I didn’t want him to be unhappy with me and I often felt like I wasn’t good enough because of my brain’s inability to behave appropriately.

He nodded and without a word turned and walked away. My heart broke watching him walk away. His face was so betrayed.

I walked to the front room of his home. There was a little window seat at one of the front windows that I always sat at since basically moving in with him. It made me feel like I actually lived here. I could look out this front window and watch people walk by or the snow fall. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them.

I really did feel like a disappointment to him and I hoped he didn’t feel that way. I was just being honest. I’d be miserable after he left. I’d already been miserable with life before meeting him. I’d be in a worse spot than I was before he invaded my life, and now I’d have all of these incredible memories and experiences with him. I truly had nothing now. No home. No job. No boyfriend. No friends. Nothing to hope for or look forward to. What was the point? Yoongi was the only bright thing keeping me here and he was leaving.

My breath caught in my throat when it all clicked. Yoongi was leaving, but not forever. He owned this house, he’d be back. Sure he’d be gone for two years, but all I needed was something to look forward to and hope for. That was what I was depressed about before, I had nothing in my future. Now I did. Yoongi had been an incredible friend during all of this and I had just been a brat. He probably thought I was so ungrateful for constantly being unsure about my life’s status. I felt awful, but it really all just clicked right now. God, I felt so stupid for only now realizing. He probably had been thinking this the entire time and I was being little miss raincloud.

I looked up just as he walked in.

He smirked, “You remind me of a cat. Always finding the window and looking out. Maybe for a way to escape?”

I shook my head, “Ani.”

He put his hands into his pockets and became serious, “You’re not going back to the apartment. You’ll stay here and we’ll either find a new apartment for you or you’ll stay here while I’m gone. Okay?” His tone was firm and final.

I nodded in agreement, “Arrasseo.”

“Why can't it always be that easy?” He sighed and came to sit down on the window seat with me. “We’ve been stuck inside for too long. I’m sure you’re going crazy. Let’s go somewhere touristy.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Someone might recognize you.”

He shrugged, “I’ll change and wear a mask.”

“Where do you want to go?” I wasn’t positive that him changing clothes and wearing a mask would keep him from being recognized, to me he was always recognizable no matter what he wore. Something about his eyes gave him away in my opinion.

“The Empire State Building.” He said as he stood up.

I groaned. He really loved doing all of the typical “New York tourist” things, which was fine, except the majority of the things I’d done with him had terrified me. First ice skating and now the Empire State Building.

“What? You don’t want to go?” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. Another one of those simple normal things everyone does, but when Min Yoongi did it, it made my heart flutter.

“It’s not that, I'm just afraid of heights. Actually it’s the whole idea of plummeting to my death I’m not fond of.”

Yoongi laughed quietly, “You’re really picky with how you want to die aren’t you?”

I smirked, his death jokes always made me smile as odd as it sounds. “I only get one shot at it.” …

We stood on top of the roof of the Empire State Building. The ice cold wind whipped around us. I tried to keep my hair somewhat ruly, but every time I got it to be where I wanted it, the wind just pulled it out of place.

Snow covered the concrete half walls of the roof and was packed against the base of the walls. Thankfully they’d sprinkled salt on the floor so it wasn’t slippery. That would increase my anxiety exponentially.

“Let's take a picture.” Yoongi pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. I smiled happily as the wind blew my hair around and he took the picture. He pulled his phone down and looked at the picture. I couldn’t help but look at him. I always found myself stealing glances of him when he wasn’t paying attention. He was dressed head to toe in black. Even in his oversized black hoodie, black mask and black bucket hat I still felt like he was immediately recognizable. His black hair fell in his eyes blocking them from my view. I loved his eyes, they were possibly my favourite part of his face. Every part of him was handsome, but something about those eyes made me feel like he could see into my soul.

“Let’s do it again, that one wasn't cute.” He pulled his mask down and I immediately got nervous. “Try to look cute this time.” He joked with a smirk.

I turned to look at him, shock plastered on my face. “Did you really just say that?”

He laughed, “I was hoping you’d say something in Korean.”

I wasn’t upset about his statement, I knew he was joking even when he said it. He would never be that intentionally mean. I knew what he wanted me to say, and just for his snarky comment I wasn’t going to say it.

“Take the picture.” I pulled him back to me and leaned my head on his arm. He took the picture and looked at it again as he pulled his mask back up.

“Would you like me to take a picture of you and your boyfriend?” An older woman tapped me on the arm gently. I started to answer, but Yoongi spoke before me, “Oh I don’t know her.” He took a few steps away from me as the older woman looked shocked and walked away.

“Ya!” I ran over to him and playfully slapped his arm. “Wae geurae?” I asked why he was being so annoying. He turned around laughing, “That wasn’t the phrase I was wanting, but it’ll work.” I knew he wanted me to ask if he wanted to die in the typical joking manner. For some reason it was his favourite thing for me to say. “Come here.” He took my hand and pulled me over to the edge of the building to look over the edge. I immediately went rigid only this time I wasn’t sure if it was from my crippling fear of heights or because Yoongi had his chest pressed against my back.

I gripped onto the fence as if flimsy metal would save me from falling to the sidewalk below.

Yoongi leaned forward, his body pressing even more into mine. His head moved past mine and he looked below. “Everyone looks tiny.” I didn’t want to look at the people below, not only would it scare me but it would take my attention away from him. If I was going to make it two years without him I wanted to remember everything. Every experience, every moment, every inch of him.

He stood up and looked at the sky, “Look up, it’s like we’re flying.” I followed his instructions and let my head rest on his shoulder. One of his hands went to my hip to steady both of us, or at least that’s what I assumed. All I could see was clouds, there was nothing else, no buildings, no trees, just sky. It really was like we were flying.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the brief moment of being here with him, in his arms. Even if it wasn’t romantic, being in his arms felt safe.

“It’s freezing, let’s go inside.” He took my hand again, both of our hands felt like icicles. “Do you want a souvenir?” He pointed to the gift shop.

I thought about it for a moment and nodded. We started to walk towards the shop, “What do you want?” I pulled his hand so he’d stop walking, “The pictures.”

I wish he didn’t have to wear the mask, it was so hard to determine his emotion when all I could see were his eyes.

“Hand me your phone.” I could hear the smile in his voice and was grateful that he was smiling. I put my passcode in and handed it to him, “What am I in your phone?” He asked as he scrolled through my contacts.

I smirked, “A cat emoji.”

He stopped and looked at me, his eyes looked confused, “Why?”

“Fans always use a cat emoji when they talk about you. I didn't want to put your name in my phone just in case someone saw it. It’d start a lot of drama for you. That’s why I don't say your name when we’re in public.” I looked around, remembering that there were other people here and it wasn’t just him and I.

“You need a nickname for me.” He laughed as he transferred the pictures to my phone.

“Goyangi.” I suggested the word for “cat.”

“Ani.” He said flatly, disagreeing with me.

“But it's cute and close to your name.” I unintentionally whined. It was cute.

“Gwiyeopda.” His voice was quiet, but I heard it. Every time he said “cute” I never knew if it was about me or what we were talking about.

“Ani.” I disagreed with him either way, “GoYoongi.” I nudged him and suggested a mix of “cat” and his name.

“Ani.” He kept looking at my phone.

“Yeah its too long,” I shoved my hands into my pocket, “maybe if I shorten it to…” I thought about different combinations before I settled on, “Gogi!” I used the first and last syllables of “GoYoongi.”

He stopped looking at my phone and looked at me, “You’re going to call me “meat?” He sounded completely unimpressed.

I bit my lip trying not to laugh, “Ani.”

“Here.” He handed me my phone, “I changed some things in your phone, like my name.”

I unlocked my phone as we went inside. The warm air was incredible. It felt so good after being outside. I could feel my fingers beginning to thaw out.

He changed my wallpaper to the picture of us without his mask. It was such a cute picture and such a sweet gesture for him to change it to that picture. I’d be too nervous to do it. I’d feel like he thought I was trying to be clingy.

I opened my contacts, there was no longer a cat emoji contact. “What did you change it to?” I scrolled and looked for anything obvious.

“An appropriate nickname to call me.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me to the elevator as I looked at my phone’s screen.

“Go-gi?” I said slowly as I scrolled to the G’s. He laughed. I felt like now I had to call him “gogi” every once in a while as a joke.

There was obviously nothing there. Which also knocked out “goyangi” and “goyoongi.” I scrolled to the M’s maybe he put in his full name, “Min Yoongi.” There was nothing. I went to the Y’s for “Yoongi.” There was nothing.

I looked up at him, “What did you set it as?”

He took my phone again and a second later handed it to me. On the screen was his updated contact. The picture was the picture of us and the name he’d chosen as an “appropriate nickname,” made my heart skip a beat.

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I looked at the words and re-read them over and over, making sure it said what I thought it said.

“My Yoongi.”

It was so sweet, but also confusing. I wasn’t sure what that meant. Was he just being his normal, adorably frustrating self and put “My Yoongi” because I threatened to call him “gogi?” Was he doing it just to try and get me to say the Korean phrase he loved to hear?

Or did he do it for more romantic reasons? We’d not done anything romantic together. Everything we’d done so far had been fairly platonic.

I was going to say something about it, but my phone started vibrating. I looked at the name and groaned.

“What is it?”

“Tristan.” I held up my phone to him.

Without hesitating, he grabbed my phone and answered it. I gasped, “What are you doing?” I asked quietly.

“What do you want?” He asked in his most serious voice.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.” He responded to whatever Tristan asked.

I grabbed the phone from Yoongi, “What do you want Tristan?”

“Who is that?” He asked.

“What do you want?” I repeated my question.

“Baby, come on.” Yoongi leaned in and spoke near the phone. I moved the phone away from him. I felt like I stopped breathing. I looked at him with wide eyes and mouthed, “What the fuck?” He laughed.

“Baby?” Tristan asked.

“Did you call for a reason or just to be annoying?” I asked my ex.

“I have some of your stuff.”

“Fine, drop it off at the apartment and I’ll get it later.” I hung up the phone without letting him answer.

The elevator door chimed and a group of us filed into the tiny compartment.

“You’re insane.” I thought about what he’d done and it was pretty funny. I knew he was just trying to make Tristan jealous.

Yoongi pulled me close to him to make room for other people. I stood in front of him as the rest of the passengers crammed in.

He put his arms around my waist and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “That girl has a BTS shirt on.”

I looked over and near the front of the elevator was a girl who looked to be near my age or younger was wearing a BTS shirt under her winter jacket. I nodded, letting Yoongi know I saw her. I turned my head to him, “Just keep your head down.” I tried to be as quiet as I could.

He let his head rest on my shoulder as if he were tired. I tried to ignore her. The elevator ride was surprisingly long considering how many floors it was. I tucked my hair behind my ear and heard a quiet gasp.

Fuck

I knew it was her and I knew I was the reason she gasped. I always forgot about my stupid tattoo, she must have seen it when I moved my hair. I saw her scooting towards me out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re Army!” She said quietly, not wanting to disturb the other passengers.

I smiled and nodded.

“Who’s your bias?” She asked excitedly.

This was going to be an awkward conversation I could already tell.

“I’d probably say Suga.”

She gave me a sympathetic look, “Oh he's cute isn’t he!”

I smiled. I didn’t want to nod or respond verbally since “Suga” was standing right behind me.

“He seems like he’d be really nice.” I added.

The girl nodded, “Yeah…He also seems a little crazy.” She looked off into space imagining “crazy Yoongi.”

I laughed quietly, “Oh definitely. He’s definitely insane.” I joked. Yoongi’s arms tightened around my waist as if to show his approval or acceptance of my statement.

“You know though, that could be a good thing, if you catch my drift.” She winked at me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, I knew exactly what she meant and it was something I didn’t want to think about at this very moment. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling though at her suggestion. I just didn’t want Yoongi to know how I felt about the subject.

“Oh sorry!” She looked at the head on my shoulder. “Your boyfriend probably doesn’t want to hear you talk about how good other guys would be in the bedroom… I mean...” She made a suggestive face, “Unless he does. I know some couples are definitely into that. No judgement.”

“I’m definitely okay with this convo.” Yoongi’s voice came from behind me. He kept his head resting on my shoulder.

“Ohh, you’ve got a winner!” The girl joked.

I shook my head in disbelief. If I was going to ask him if he wanted to die this would be the time to ask him.

“Jimin is cute too.” I said as a challenge to Yoongi’s insane amount of confidence.

The girl visibly swooned, “He’s my bias. He’s such an angel and I love every single thing about him.”

“He seems like he’d be a handful. An angel, but a handful.” I added.

“Absolutely, but he’s one of the youngest and a dancer, so he has more stamina.” She nudged me. It was nice talking to someone about BTS. I felt like this girl definitely wrote smutty fanfics for BTS. No judgement, I enjoyed the occasional smut fest myself, I’ve just never discussed it with another human being.

Yoongi’s arms fell from my waist. I knew he was annoyed that we had moved the conversation from him to Jimin. I reached down and grabbed his hands and pulled his arms back around me.

The girl was quiet for a moment and I knew she was deep in thought about her bias. I always thought Jimin was attractive, but had never had those types of feelings about him. He was just a cute little cinnamon roll to me.

“That boy.” She finally said, clearly flustered, “He basically makes love to the stage every time he performs, I can’t even imagine how he’d perform...” She trailed off as her eyes glazed over getting lost in her own little Jimin fantasy. I smiled to myself, her admiration for that boy was cute. I just hoped she wasn’t a crazy fan.

Yoongi’s arms attempted to fall from my waist again, but I held them tightly in place.

Thankfully, the elevator doors chimed and opened just in time. Everyone started to file out and we waited patiently. I started to move just as the others in the back began to file out, but Yoongi’s arms held me tightly in place against his chest. It was a small thing, but it felt very dominant. There were a few times since meeting him he did things like this that just made me melt and do whatever he was asking or tell me.

I tried to move again and this time he took my hand and we walked off the elevator. He kept his head down and I saw the BTS shirt girl waiting just outside the elevator for me.

I pulled him to face me, “Go wait for me outside.”

He looked at me, for some reason he looked concerned.

I smiled, “Just go wait for me at the car, it’ll be fine.” I wasn’t sure why he looked concerned but I tried to be as reassuring as I could. There was no reason for him to be concerned or worried about anything.

He nodded and walked away.

I smiled at the girl and walked over to her.

“I’m Krista by the way.” She placed her hand on her chest.

“Madi. Nice to meet you.” I smiled and looked past her. Yoongi hadn’t gone outside, he waited inside the lobby just at the doors and was watching us. Something about him watching so intently was somehow very hot.

“Do you have Kakao or something?” Krista’s voice pulled my attention away from Yoongi.

I shook my head, “I don’t.”

“Oh…” She sounded genuinely upset. “Well I’ll give you my handle in case you ever decide to download it and you can message me!”

“Sure.” I opened my phone and felt my heart stop as my homescreen was now a picture of me with Yoongi. I quickly opened my notes app so she wouldn’t see my wallpaper. “Here. Just leave the app up otherwise I’ll forget.” I made an excuse for her not to close the app. I wasn’t sure if she would, but I didn't want to risk it.

“I do that too, leave apps open so I don’t forget something.” She typed in her info and handed me back my phone. “It was really nice meeting you.” She smiled again and waved as she walked away.

I wasn’t sure if I’d download the app or ever talk to the girl again, but it was nice meeting someone with an interest in kpop. Jamie was never interested nor cared, she never even pretended to care or let me talk to her about it. She’d say it was boring and would walk away.

I walked to Yoongi. He pushed open the door for me before I even got to him. He was silent and I felt something was off with him.

I reached for the car door handle, but he took my hand and opened the door himself. I tried to ignore it, but it was another sign that something was off. He’d never done that before and I wasn’t sure why he was now all of a sudden.

He rolled up the partition between the front and backseats as he shut the car door.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked as the door shut. It wasn’t aggressive at all, he actually sounded upset.

“What?”

“Jimin? Really?” He looked upset now.

I smirked. It wasn’t that I wanted to upset him, but he had been so okay with us talking about him in a suggestive way, that I wanted to challenge him. This was why his energy had changed–he was upset about me talking about Jimin.

“What about him?” I asked, pretending to be unaware.

“You guys were talking about sleeping with him.”

I made a face, “Actually, I never said I wanted to sleep with him. I just said he was cute.” Yoongi just looked at me. “Yoongi, you were totally fine with her talking about you in the bedroom.”

“Of course I was, it’s about me. I don’t want to hear about people’s Jimin fantasies.” He looked out the window.

“It was a bit arrogant. That’s why I said Jimin was cute.” It was honest.

“Fine, you don’t want to sleep with him, but you still think he’s cute.” He didn’t look at me, he kept his eyes on the world outside the car.

“He is cute.” I admitted, “And so are the rest of you six idiots. All of you are cute.”

He finally looked at me, “It’s Jimin, though. Girls love him. You saw how she responded when you brought him up. People don’t respond to the rest of us like that.”

I shook my head, “Are you kidding?” I was actually shocked by his statement.

“Okay, fine, Jungkook get’s that response now too.” He pushed his hair back and looked out the window again.

I turned to face him, “They get that response from their fans. You guys get that response from your fans too. You should see some of the things your fans say about you online.”

He looked at me again, his face looked hurt, “My fan just changed the subject to Jimin though.”

It was like a dagger into my heart. I wanted to die right then. He was genuinely hurt and upset about what I’d said. I did the only thing I knew to do to try and cheer him up.

“Ya…” I pushed his arm, “Jugeullae?” I asked his favourite question. He started to smile and pushed it away. He shook his head and looked out the window.

I unbuckled my seat belt and moved next to him. “You’re my bias, all day, every day until the end of time.” I thread my arm through his and let my head rest on his arm, “I don’t like arrogant guys and I’m sorry if I upset you by bringing up Jimin. Every single one of you bangtan boys are cute, but only one of you has spent every day for the last two weeks keeping me alive. No one will ever take that bias spot from you.” I looked up at him, he was still looking out the window, but had a small smile on his face. I poked his cheek with my finger and quietly said, “gogi” in a quiet sweet voice. His smile grew and he shook his head.

“Nae Yoongi.” I called him the “appropriate nickname” he’d chosen.

He smiled even bigger and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“I don’t want to be called “meat” but somehow it's cute when you do it.”

…

“Stay here.” Yoongi instructed me as we got back to my old apartment. I watched him walk around the car to my door and opened it. I gave him a confused look as I stepped out.

“What was that?” I asked as he shut the car door.

“You never let me open your door, you always do it.” He looked down the road to make sure there were no cars coming.

“I didn’t know you wanted to.” I didn’t know guys still did that. Tristan never opened the door for me. He actually never did any of that sweet stuff.

He nodded and looked down at me. His eyes were so gentle and kind, “I do. Let me.”

I smiled as my heart fluttered. “Okay.” He was such a gentleman. Something this small shouldn’t make my heart flutter… Did that mean I was easily impressed, or did it mean I’d just had horrible boyfriends in the past?

I stood in front of my old apartment door and read the sign that was hanging on it. “She’s having a bridal shower.” I wasn’t sad, surprisingly, I was more annoyed and disgusted.

Yoongi pulled the sign off the door and tossed it down the hallway, “Who cares.” I smiled and laughed quietly. His whole “devil may care” attitude was really attractive. It was the sweet, but also bad boy vibe he had that I loved.

Jamie was sitting on the couch surrounded by her friends and some family. I knew some of the family members, but the friends were all new to me.

“Madi.” Jamie stood. Her voice sounded shocked. “You came.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Not for you.” I kept walking towards my room when Yoongi spoke in a loud enough voice Jamie would hear.

“Is that the girl he’s with now?”

I nodded.

He laughed slightly, “What an idiot.” He put his arm around me and we walked to my room.

“Thank you.” I said as I shut the door on Jamies party.

“For what?” He plopped down on the bed.

“For being a jerk.” I smirked and looked at him. He looked so relaxed and handsome.

“That’s a first,” he laughed, “but you’re welcome.”

I looked through the box Tristan had dropped off. It was little things I had given him that used to mean something, but now meant nothing. Essentially it was a box of trash. I sighed and put the box on the floor.

“Let’s go out tonight.” Yoongi leaned back, holding his body weight with his arms behind him.

“Tonight?” It was already evening, it felt very last minute.

“Yeah, We’ve never gone out out. And now we have something to celebrate.” He smirked.

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, “What are we celebrating?”Nothing happened, other than Jamie having a bridal shower and him being a jerk about the entire situation, which I did appreciate.

“I’m your bias.” He kept smiling, proud of the nonaccomplishment.

It was cute that that was why he wanted to celebrate, but I hadn’t gone out to a club since I first moved here. I wasn’t even sure if I had anything to wear. I walked over to my closet and moved some clothes around. “I really need to get the rest of my things.” I pulled a short black dress from the closet and held it up.

“I’ll call someone.” He responded to me as if it were no big deal. He was incredibly sweet for wanting to take care of everything, but it also made me feel bad because I felt like I was relying too much on him. “That’s cute.” He pointed to the dress I was holding.

I had pulled it out of the closet because I thought it was too skimpy. It was incredibly short and had a small slit on one side of the skirt. The top was also low enough that with the right bra I’d have plenty of cleavage. I wondered why I had it in my closet. Hearing him say it was cute, settled it: I would wear this dress.

… I wrapped my bare arms around my waist as if that was going to keep me warm in the November New York night time air.

Yoongi shook his head and smiled, “Come here.” He opened his leather jacket. I slid my arms around his waist and let my head rest on his chest. He closed the jacket around me and I happily welcomed the warmth of his body as we slowly made our way to the front of the club.

He looked incredible tonight. He was once again in all black. His black tee was tucked into his black jeans. His hair was parted to the side and every now and then would fall in his eyes. He once again wore a black mask to keep from being noticed. I was grateful he was trying to remain private and not have our time out surrounded by fans, but I also hated it. I just wanted to see his smile.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked over the loud music of the club.

“Whatever you’re getting.” I stood on my toes to shout in his ear.

The music was impossibly loud, I could feel the bass of the songs vibrating through my body. Yoongi took my hand and pulled me to the bar and ordered two drinks. I looked around the club as we waited. It was dark, as most clubs are, lights were flashing and there were so many people squished on the dance floor. Around the club were tables where it was even darker. I hoped that if we got a table he’d take his mask off.

He handed me a drink with a straw and I took a sip, it was something fruity and delicious. It wasn’t a drink I expected him to choose and I knew he only chose it for me. It was one of those “dangerous drinks,” the ones that don’t taste like alcohol but get you incredibly drunk incredibly fast. A few moments later he grabbed his drink and turned to me. “How are you halfway done?” His eyes were wide as if he were shocked with how quickly I had downed the drink.

I shrugged and smiled, “Just thirsty I guess.” He took my hand and led me up some stairs to an empty table. It was extremely dark just as I had hoped.

He pulled his mask down to take a drink of his and I finally was able to see his beautiful face. Yoongi looked up and caught me staring at him. He smirked, “Are you going to message the girl you met today?”

I shrugged and took another drink, “I don’t know.” I wasn’t sure why he was asking, was he still upset about the Jimin comment? He couldn’t be. Him being jealous or upset was normal and totally warranted, but he didn’t seem like the type of guy to dwell on little things like that.

“You should. You two seemed to get along and you deserve friends that aren’t Jamie.” He brushed his hair back so gracefully and sat his drink down on the table.

I smiled, he wasn't upset. He just wanted me to have good friends. I nodded, “Maybe I will then.”

He slid his drink over to me as I finished mine, “I’ll get another one.”

“Are you sure?” I knew it was a bad idea to drink two drinks so quickly. I’d be stumbling down the steps soon enough.

Yoongi nodded with a smile and pulled his mask back up as people walked by. I turned to look at the dance floor as I took a drink. I hadn’t been to a club in so long. Tristan never liked going to clubs with me, he said they were noisy and boring. After he and I started dating I just stopped going. It felt like I was cheating on him if I went alone or with friends to the club. I had a boyfriend, why did I need to go to the club? At least that was my thought process at the time. Looking back, I could see how incredibly flawed that thinking was. I could’ve gone to the club because I liked dancing and letting loose and hanging out with friends.

I looked back at Yoongi, he was watching me intently. I realised I was unintentionally biting the straw in a flirtatious way. I lowered my eyes feeling my cheeks get warm with slight embarrassment.

“I love this song.” I said out loud to no one as the DJ began a new song. It was one of those songs with extremely suggestive lyrics that seemed almost too inappropriate to play on the radio, but I loved it.

“Let’s go dance then.” Yoongi held out his hand.

I took one last drink and shook my head, “No, I can’t dance with you.”

“Why not?” He pulled his hand away.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to dance with Yoongi, but it was Yoongi. He was a performer, I'd feel so unskilled next to him.

“I can’t dance.” I answered kind of truthfully.

He laughed, “Neither can I.”

I furrowed my brow, “That’s literally your job Yoongi, at least some of it.”

He shook his head and took my hand to lead me down the stairs to the dance floor. My head felt light and the room already felt a bit spinny. Those drinks were definitely doing their job. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, dancing with Yoongi. I’d had two drinks, and was always considered a “lightweight,” maybe I’d have no inhibitions. Maybe I wouldn’t care how I danced or looked.

He pulled me onto the crowded dance floor and wrapped my arm around his neck. I couldn’t help but smile, it was a very cute and smooth move. His hands gently found their way to my hips and he pulled me to him. As our bodies moved together I couldn’t help but let my cheek rest on his, my other hand slid up his back. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, it felt so strong, he had to feel it. His hands stayed on my hips, he was being a gentleman and I wasn’t sure if I appreciated it or if I wanted him to do more. Our bodies moved against each other and I loved feeling every inch of his body pressed against mine.

“There’s a guy over there who hasn’t stopped looking at you since we came over.” He whispered in my ear through his mask. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, “Maybe he’s staring at you.”

He shook his head and looked behind me, “He’s definitely staring at you.”

“Then let him keep staring.” I leaned back into him and let my hand slide up the back of his neck. That was the only time his gentle touch on my hips changed. As my hand slid up his neck his hands tightened on my hips. The rest of the song was spent pressed against him, our bodies moving against each other. It was pure heaven. Every movement increased my eagerness for him. It had to be the alcohol, but I wanted to do more with him. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to pull his clothes off, I wanted more. I knew it was the alcohol. I wasn’t that confident.

Yoongi let his hands fall from my waist and pulled away as the song ended. “I’ll go grab a couple drinks.” He turned and went to the bar.

I nodded and started to walk back to the table just as a girl came up to me, “Hey.” She smiled brightly. Her perfume surrounded me, she was one of those impossibly beautiful girls, tanned skin, long dark hair slicked back into an Ariana pony, her make up was incredibly perfect. “Hey.” I responded nervously.

“Is that your boyfriend?” She glanced back at Yoongi standing at the bar.

“Oh, um…” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. He wasn’t my boyfriend, but I didn't want her to go after him. “No, he’s not.”

She nodded, “But you like him.”

I started to laugh nervously, “What do you mean?”

“Listen,” She threw her pony from her shoulder, “you look stunning, I noticed you when you came to the dance floor, my friend and I,” She pointed to a guy behind me, “couldn’t help but watch you and your man and the chemistry there is fire. How are you two not dating?” The guy had to be the one Yoongi said was staring at me.

I shrugged, “It’s complicated.” I shifted uncomfortably and glanced over at Yoongi, he was leaning towards the bar, but was looking at me.

“Then let’s get it going, dance with me.” She confidently put her arms around my waist, “Trust me, I’ve done this multiple times for friends. Guys love to see two beautiful girls dancing together. I don’t know, it awakens some primal thing inside them.” She shrugged, “Anyways, all of my girls have ended up with their guys after this.” She winked, “Oh I’m Aribella by the way.”

I didn’t know what else to do so I put my arms on her shoulders, “Nice to meet you, I’m Madi.”

“So why is it complicated? Is he married?”

I laughed and shook my head, “No, definitely not. I don't know, it just is. We’re just friends–.”

“With benefits?” She cut me off.

“No benefits.”

“Girl! He likes you, for real. I don't know how neither of you can't see the thirst in the other’s eyes.” The way Aribella danced was almost more sexy than the way Yoongi and I danced together. She was definitely trying to elicit a response from Yoongi on my behalf. I liked this “girl code.” Clearly my previous friends knew nothing about “girl code,” but I was starting to realise it was a blessing. If Jamie hadn’t betrayed me and gotten with Tristan, I never would have met Yoongi. Even if it was complicated with Yoongi, it was the most incredible complication I had ever experienced.

I looked over at Yoongi. He had his full body facing me now, only one elbow was leaning against the bar. I met his eyes and he shook his head. That head shake made my heart race and my entire body tingle.

The song ended too soon. “I hoped that helped.” Aribella winked at me as she walked back to her group of friends.

I took a breath and once again began walking back to our table. I glanced at Yoongi again, he kept his eyes on me as I passed him.

I walked up the steps still feeling his eyes on me. Something about him tonight was just electric. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the dance, I wasn’t sure, but everything he did was incredibly sexy tonight.

“Mads?”

I looked up and saw the last person I wanted to see– Tristan. The man could never go to the club when he was with me, but now that we weren’t together, here he was.

“Wow, you look–.”

“I know.” I cut him off. I didn’t need or want to hear whatever fake compliment he was going to give me. “Where’s Jamie?”

“Oh,” he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m just here with some of the boys.” It was extremely suspicious that he’d be here at a club with “the boys,” as an engaged man when he couldn’t ever come with me and told me he hated the club.

I nodded, unimpressed with his answer, and took a step around him to get back to our table. I was hoping he’d take a hint, but of course he didn't. I didn’t want to talk to him, I didn't want to be around him. I looked back at the bar and made eye contact with Yoongi again. I wasn’t sure what it was, maybe I looked helpless, but he ignored the bartender handing him a drink and came running up the steps.

“Everything okay?” He took his mask off as he made it to me, his arm protectively went around my waist.

I nodded, “This is Tristan.”

He looked at my ex in front of me, “Oh the idiot.”

“Excuse me?” Tristan puffed up his chest.

He laughed, “Aren’t you engaged? Or is this what you do? You get girls to fall in love with you then you cheat on them?”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, my guy, but we can take this outside and settle it if you want.” Tristan took a step closer as if to threaten Yoongi. I had begun to realize that Yoongi didn’t seem to feel threatened by guys who were actually threatening him. It stressed me out.

He squared up with Tristan, “First of all, I’m not “your guy,” I’m hers.” He nodded towards me, “Secondly, I’d be happy to settle this outside.”

My heart skipped a beat. What the fuck did that mean? I smiled. Hearing him say he was “my guy,” was an incredible feeling but also kept confusing things and complicating things.

“Yoongi, don't. He’s not worth it. Trust me.” I looked at Tristan as I said the last line. He was such a big waste of time now that I thought about it. And I realized I wasn’t sad or heartbroken to see him, the only feeling I had towards him was annoyance and anger.

“Wait, is this the guy who answered your phone earlier?” Tristan stepped back and held in a laugh.

“You don’t get access to my life anymore Tristan. You lost that honour when you cheated on me.” I spoke from behind Yoongi, he kept putting his arm in the way every time I tried to step around him.

“Here’s the deal, you will never talk to her again, got it?” Yoongi spoke firmly to Tristan.

My ex laughed, “And if I do?”

I looked up at Yoongi and saw him smirk, “Don't do that.” It wasn’t an answer to his question, but to me it seemed more threatening than any consequence he could blatantly say.

Yoongi turned to me, took my hands and pulled me a few steps away from Tristan, “I don’t want you talking to him again, okay?” His voice was the same firmness as it was with Tristan, yet his hands holding mine were so gentle. I felt my heart pounding eagerly. It had to be the alcohol affecting me. His firmness wasn’t new, he’d been firm before, but something about tonight just made me weak.

I smiled and nodded, “Okay.”

Yoongi smiled, his stern appearance softening. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Are you shitting me Madi? You’re going to let a man you’ve known for a few days tell you what to do?” Tristan spoke near us.

I kept my eyes on Yoongi’s. He’d told me not to talk to Tristan and that’s exactly what I was going to do, and happily.

“Wait, you're really going to do what he said.” my ex scoffed, “You’re much dumber than I thought you were. You’ve known him for two seconds.”

Yoongi’s arms dropped from my waist and I could feel him begin to lunge for Tristan. “Yoongi, hajima.” I held on to him tightly as I told him to stop. He stared at my ex. “Nae Yoongi.” I spoke again more softly, he didn’t move. “Gogi..” I said slowly, dragging each syllable out in a sweet voice.

His body relaxed almost immediately and he turned to me shaking his head trying to hide a smile. I smiled for both of us knowing it worked.

“I hate that that’s what gets me.” His arms found their rightful spot around my waist.

“You’re fucking pussy whipped dude.” Tristan laughed, “You just wanted to swing on me and you let my ex girlfriend stop you. A real man would have swung.”

Without hesitation Yoongi laughed and looked at Tristan to answer him, “You’re here with your “bros,” and I’m here with your gorgeous ex. Who’s the real man?”

Tristan scoffed and walked away, thankfully. I didn't want him ruining the whole night.

Yoongi’s confidence and dominance was so incredibly attractive and such a turn on. I had to assume his description of me being gorgeous was just to make Tristan even more jealous. He’d never made a comment about my appearance before, so it had to be for a reason now.

I pulled myself to him, letting my head rest on his collarbone. I listened to his heart beating. It was surprisingly calm for a guy who just wanted to hit my ex.

“Sorry for lying.” Yoongi said quietly when Tristan had gone.

I looked up from his chest and shook my head, “It's fine, he lied to me, so,” I shrugged, “he deserves to be lied to.” Admittedly it hurt to hear him say he lied about his comments to Tristan, but on the bright side it clarified some things.

“Did you enjoy your second dance?” He looked down at me, that same intense look returning.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling, “She was nice.”

He nodded, “You two looked like you were enjoying it.” I shrugged, “It was okay, I’d rather dance with you.” I almost told him what her plan was behind it all, but I really didn’t want to know what he’d say about it. Especially after his apology for the “her guy” comment. Maybe Aribella was wrong. Maybe our chemistry she saw wasn’t actually there.

He pulled me back into a hug, “Me too.” My heart began pounding again and the confusion settled back into place. Maybe I should go with the obvious. Neither of us had said anything about wanting to be with the other. I’d let it slip once when we first met that I liked him, but that was it. We just acted like friends…I think. I’d just stick with, “he was my friend.” ...I think

…

Yoongi helped me stumble into his house a few hours later. We’d spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking. Well I was drinking for the most part, he had one drink. The rest of the dances were just as hot as the first dance. I told myself I’d just see him as my friend, but being pressed up against him, grinding our bodies together had me struggling to see him as just a friend.

“Why didn’t you drink with me?” I whined as I struggled to pull my shoes off.

“Someone needed to take care of you.” He said sweetly as he walked down the hall to the kitchen.

“Ani, I can take care of myself.” I had to put my hand on the wall as I walked so I didn’t fall. The entire house seemed to be spinning.

He handed me a glass, “Drink.”

I took a sip and grimaced, “What is this?”

He chuckled, “Water. Drink it so you don’t have a headache tomorrow.”

I shook my head, I didn’t want water, “We have a bottle of wine right there, that is what I want.” I slurred my words a little and went for the bottle of wine. Yoongi put his hand on the fridge, his arm blocking my path to the counter which held the wine bottle. “Yoongi.” I drunkenly whined.

He looked down at me, “I said no. Drink the water.” My breath caught. It was the voice he’d used earlier, the voice that wasn’t mean, but was firm. The voice that made my knees weak and made me want to do whatever he said.

I went back to the counter where my glass of water sat and drank it without argument. I still felt tipsy, but something about that voice sobered me up just a bit. I was more aware of his actions, his words, his energy. This interaction made me feel like I never wanted to get drunk around him again. Not because he was mean, but because if I were drunk I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this energy as much and I might not even remember it the next day.

I finished the water and set it on the counter. He grabbed it, and began washing it. “Go upstairs and change so you can go to bed and rest. I’ll be up in a minute.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn’t want to rest. I wanted to be around him. I turned too fast and quickly put my hand up to not crash into the wall.

“Will you be able to make it up the stairs?” He asked without turning around.

“I’ll be fine.” I answered and almost crawled up the stairs, literally.

I pulled my dress off and let it fall to the floor. I grabbed one of his shirts from the laundry basket that hadn’t been folded yet and pulled it on. For two seconds I thought about putting on some shorts, but decided that was too much work and I was almost positive if I bent down to try and pull shorts on I’d faceplant and probably throw up.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my phone. The picture of us as my wallpaper was so cute and I desperately wanted to know what we were. He probably wasn’t even thinking about it. I’d spent the last two weeks telling him I had no long term plans for my life. How could he fall for someone who didn’t have any plans of staying? It made me mad at myself for being so depressing, but I had only realized today my reason for staying– him. Was it too late though?

“Nice shirt.” He handed me another glass of water with a smile. I sat my phone down and took it. The way he could go from “do what I say” to “let me melt your heart with my smile,” was impressive.

He knelt down in front of me, “Are you going to go to bed?”

“What are you going to do?” I wasn’t sure why, but I felt nervous.

He sighed, “I’m going to respond to some emails, maybe do some work, take a shower, then come to bed.”

I nodded sadly. I felt like he didn’t want to be around me. “I’ll stay up for a while.” My voice was unintentionally quiet.

“You need to sleep. You’re going to feel awful tomorrow.”

I slid off the bed and sat in front of him on the floor. “It’s just…” I looked up at him, his dark eyes looked so caring and I felt like I was taking a risk by even saying this, but the drunk part of me didn’t care, “I won’t be able to sleep without you.”

Thankfully he smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “The emails can wait then. I’ll take a shower and come to bed.” He stood up and pulled me up with him, his arm wrapped around me to steady me. I began to smile, but my phone started ringing. Both of us looked at the screen and I think both of us had the same internal reaction of disgust.

Tristan

Yoongi picked the phone up and answered it silently.

“Mads?” Tristan’s voice rang through the phone. “Ugh Mads, it was so good seeing you tonight. I miss you baby.”

Yoongi’s body went rigid as we listened to Tristan. It was so awkward listening to Tristan profess his true thoughts knowing he was engaged to my ex best friend.

“You looked amazing in that dress, I wanted to rip it off you and bend you over the table.” I cringed at his comment. I wasn’t sure what it was, but just knowing how awful of a human he was made me sick no matter what he said. I saw Yoongi’s hand grip the phone, his jaw clenched as if Tristan’s words pissed him off.

“I’m at the apartment. Jamie’s asleep, you should come over.” I wanted to jump through the phone and slap him. Not necessarily for Jamie, but for me. How could he think that I would even entertain the idea of getting back together with him.

“I thought I made it clear that you weren’t going to talk to her again.” Yoongi’s voice entered the conversation.

Tristan laughed on the other end, “I knew you’d answer.”

Yoongi’s arm fell from my waist, his hand slid into his pocket. He took a couple steps away from me, “And you still decided to try and seduce me?”

“What? No!” Tristan was taken by surprise at Yoongi’s comment. “You don’t decide who I talk to. She was in love with me first, she did everything for me, I was her everything. I manipulated her into a relationship once, I can do it again. She’s easy.”

Hearing Tristan confess that he was a manipulator and that our relationship was basically fake, made me more than angry. It was hurtful to hear someone talk so negatively about me. That feeling was why I ended up at the pier that day. Tristan made me feel worthless.

Yoongi turned and looked at me, I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, “You have no chance with her.” The corner of my mouth pulled into a smile. His confidence was more intoxicating than the glasses of alcohol I’d drank tonight. He continued, without looking away from me, “I do decide that you don’t get to talk to her.” He turned away again, “I thought I made that clear, but I guess not.” He huffed a quick laugh, “Guess I’ll have to take care of that.” He hung up on Tristan without another word and handed me my phone as he pulled his own out and dialed a number.

“Who are you calling?” I asked curiously and a little nervously.

He turned and smiled, “No one. Just some friends.”

The way he said it made me even more nervous, “Yoongi…I don’t know what that means, but please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’m not doing anything.” His smile turned into a sly one.

The other line picked up and he spoke to them only in Korean. “Yoongi.” I was pleading quietly. I didn’t want anything bad to happen.

He looked at me again, took a breath and smiled. He said one more thing to whoever was on the other line and hung up.

“What was that about?” I asked as he set his phone on the dresser.

“Tristan didn’t listen to me, so I’m just sending some friends to check on him.” He walked by me, I grabbed his hand.

“Min Yoongi…” I waited for him to turn and look at me, “What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, nothing bad is going to happen. No one is going to get hurt.” He pulled his leather jacket off and laid it on the chair in the corner of the room.

“So you just have your friends go intimidate people who don’t follow whatever you say?”

He sighed, “No Madi, I don’t.” He leaned against the dresser and folded his arms. He looked slightly annoyed. “I was serious when I told him never to talk to you. He broke your heart, he doesn’t respect you, he treats you like shit. I don’t want you to find comfort at the pier again Madi. Especially since I won’t always be able to be here physically to protect you.” He shook his head, his chest fell sharply as he exhaled. “I want him to know I’m serious about talking to you. I’m trying to protect you now so I won't worry about you when I’m not here. No one is going to hurt him, I made that clear.”

It was strangely nice of him to try and protect me. The way he was going about it was unusual to me, but still sweet of him to try and put Tristan in his place.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, “I think you are a bit crazy like Krista said, but thank you.”

He eased up a little, but not completely. His arms stayed folded. He sighed and looked down at me, “Madi when I said you weren’t going to talk to him, I meant that too. I don't want you talking to him.”

I smiled to reassure him, “I know.” I unwrapped my arms and opened my phone, finding Tristan’s contact in my phone. I scrolled to the bottom and clicked “block.” “There, now he can’t call or text me.” I turned and tossed my phone to the bed, “When I found out about him and Jamie I blocked both of them on social media. He has no way of contacting me now.”

He completely relaxed now and pulled me into a hug, one of his hands held my head against his chest.

“Gomawo.” He thanked me.

…

I sat on the bed and scrolled through my instagram feed as Yoongi took a shower. Embarrassingly enough it was full of Army fan accounts. There were so many incredible fan made videos of the guys, my favourite posts were the accounts that drew or painted pictures of them. I wished I was that talented. I was very happy to see so many drawings and paintings of Yoongi lately. They all looked amazing. I looked up as his phone chimed on the dresser. I was tempted to go look at it, but I knew it would be in Korean and my level of Korean would be nowhere near good enough to translate a majority of it and I’d mistranslate something and would end up with something not even close to the actual meaning of the text.

Then it started ringing. I froze. I didn’t know what to do about it.

“Is that my phone?” He called from the bathroom.

“Yeah.”

“Can you bring it to me?” He asked as he turned the water off.

I stood up and grabbed his phone. I couldn’t help but glance at his screen. A few of the words from the text I knew and one of them I was confused about. I knew what it was, but it didn’t make sense in this context.

“Um..” I stood outside the door unsure of how he wanted me to get him his phone.

“You can come in, I’m covered.” His voice sounded so amused that I was nervous about walking in on him.

I opened the door and held his phone out for him. My heart stopped when I looked at him. My eyes went to his bare chest first, not realizing that he wouldn’t have covered his chest. And because that made me feel awkward I lowered my eyes which landed on his towel and a not so inconspicuous bulge in the towel fabric. I finally looked to the floor just as he took his phone and answered it. He was unaware of my awkwardness and I was so thankful. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to look at him, but it was so shocking. I don't know why I didn't expect him to be shirtless just out of the shower. I sat back on the bed and tried to get every memory of what I saw out of my head. My cheeks felt so warm already, I didn’t want him to come in and ask why I was blushing.

He walked in from the bathroom, still in a towel and still on the phone. I pretended to look down at my phone, but every now and then I would peek up from it and look at him. He wasn’t necessarily “ripped” like a bodybuilder, but because of the constant movement his job required he was in pretty good shape, enough to have definition. I looked over his torso, water beads sparkled in the dim light of the bedroom. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard him sigh and thank whoever he was talking to. He hung up and looked at his text and began responding.

The sigh made me nervous. Did they move his enlistment up? Was he leaving sooner to start his service? The unknown made me feel ill.

He sat his phone down and pulled on some sweat pants just under his towel then pulled his towel off and tossed into the laundry hamper. He didn’t even bother putting a shirt on. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep my eyes off his chest. He walked over to where my dress laid on the floor, smirked and picked it up. One of the straps looped around his finger and he held it out, “It’s a cute dress. Wear it again okay?”

I nodded as he walked over and tossed it into the hamper with his towel. I wanted to enjoy his smirk and his shirtless torso, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what the phone call was about.

“No shirt? You’re going to be cold.” I said plainly.

He smirked and walked closer to me, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

The smirk and comment temporarily took my mind off the phone call. “Want me to take it off?”

His smirk remained and he shook his head, “Not yet.” He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me and looked down at the floor.

“Is everything okay?” I asked finally.

“What do you mean?”

“The phone call.” I sat my own phone down, I felt like I needed to brace myself for his answer.

“Oh.” He thought for a moment, “Yeah, everything’s fine.” He smiled.

I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t believe him. I sighed and suddenly felt like I was going to cry, “Okay I’m just going to ask, was it about your enlistment?”

He slid next to me, “Oh that’s what you were worried about?”

I nodded.

He pulled me to him and hugged me. I felt my body quickly tighten as I felt his skin against me. “No, it wasn't anything about my enlistment.”

“It didn’t sound like good news.” I continued as I sat back against my pillow.

He sighed, but kept his face pleasant, “It’s just work stuff. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want. It’s late, you should get some sleep.” He walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in. His bed was pretty big, we both could easily have plenty of room. Every night, however, one of us would always slide over to the other to fall asleep. I don't think either one of us liked being alone, we’d become each other's comfort. Tonight was no different, he crawled into bed and slid over to me. I reached over and turned the lamp off and moved down into the bed.

I faced him, a few strands of hair fell in his face, the rest of it was slicked back.

“I had fun with you tonight.” He said quietly, his eyes stayed closed.

I didn’t respond. I of course had fun with him too, but I felt nervous about whatever the call was about. I know he said everything was fine, but something in his voice and that sigh told me otherwise.

…

I woke up in the middle of the night to Yoongi pulling the blanket over me. I tossed it off of my legs just as soon as he did. Once more he pulled the blanket up to cover me. I groaned and ripped it off, “Yoongi stop. “ I whined, “I’m hot.”

He sighed, “Okay.” I thought that was it, but I felt him gently grab the hem of the shirt and pull it down to my thighs.

I opened my eyes, his chest was all I could see. I tilted my head up and looked at him. I felt annoyed, but it was probably because I was half asleep and someone had woken me up and was messing with me.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it back up out of spite, “Hajima.” I told him to stop again.

“Madi,” He grabbed the hem again and pulled it down. “Pick one, the blanket or the shirt.”

“Neither, I’m hot.” I pulled the shirt up to my waist again. “Why is it a big deal?” I asked with my eyes closed. I just wanted to go back to sleep, not fight about sleeping preferences.

“Because I don’t want to have to look at you with your shirt pulled up or accidentally touch you.” He sounded annoyed.

My eyes shot open. If I wasn’t angry before, his statement just settled it– I was angry.

“Wow. Sorry for offending you so much.” I grabbed the blanket and rolled over so I wasn’t facing him. I reluctantly pulled the blanket up to my waist.

I tried to go to sleep again, but all I could manage was closing my eyes and internally arguing with him. I felt him move, he pulled the blanket up my back.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!” I jerked my head to the side to glare at him, “If my body is that offensive to you I’ll just go sleep downstairs.”

“What are you talking about?” He sounded almost as annoyed as I was. Although, I didn’t think he had any reason to be annoyed. I was the one he just told he didn’t want to look at or touch.

“You literally just said that you didn’t want to be forced to look at me or touch me. Sorry I didn’t know my legs were that repulsive.” I turned away from him again and started to get out of bed to go sleep somewhere else.

His arm wrapped around my torso suddenly, “Stay.”

“No, I don’t want to bother you.” I tried to move again but his arm was tight around me. I gave up and laid back down, still just as angry with him.

His arm loosened and suddenly the blanket was ripped off of me, the breeze from the fabric gave me chill bumps. His hand took the hem of my shirt and pulled up just to the bottom of my ribcage, higher than it had been before.

“In what world do you think I don’t actually want to look at you?” His voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, but firmer. He drug his fingertips along my outer thigh, leaving more chill bumps in their wake. After a few passes his hand slid down my thigh, the warmth of his hand removing the chill bumps. “Or touch you.”

My heart was pounding harder than it ever had, he was giving me butterflies, but I was still angry at him. I kept facing away from him, “Because you just said you didn’t want to look at me or touch me.”

He sighed, the back of his hand ran up my spine, I had to control my breathing. My spine was always very sensitive, a gentle caress usually made my breathing catch in my throat.

“That’s not what I meant. Miscommunication. English isn’t my first language.” I could hear the humour in his voice and it eased my anger just a little. It was a fair point and both of us were tired. Giving him the benefit of doubt it was very likely to be a miscommunication.

“I meant…” He paused, thinking about the right words, “Tonight has been a lot.You looked so beautiful tonight, more than beautiful. And now,” he laughed quietly, “I don’t think you realize how you look in my shirt. And seeing my shirt on you, but pulled up over your waist…” his hand gripped my waist, “It’s difficult to see.” Yoongi’s hand loosened as he spoke again, “As for touching you, after dancing with you all night, of course I want to touch you. It’s unfair, but I just don’t want to touch you inappropriately.” His hand pulled down the shirt to my mid thigh and left his hand on my leg.

“Since it’s my body, don’t I get to decide what’s inappropriate?” I turned my head to look at him.

He smiled, “Yes, but not when you’re drunk.”

I began to roll over to face him, he pulled his hand back immediately. I adjusted my shirt again for him, “I’m not drunk. Not anymore.”

He smiled and brushed hair off my forehead, “I know you’re used to Tristan and not being respected, but please for my comfort, let me respect you and your body. You’ve been drinking, I don’t want to do anything that could be seen as taking advantage of you.”

It was probably the sweetest and most honest thing anyone had said to me. It was true, Tristan clearly never respected me if he cheated on me with my best friend. Even though I didn’t feel as drunk as I did when we got home and I felt like I could make good choices, I guess it was nice of him to look out for me.

I didn’t know what to say, should I say “thank you?” even if I disagreed with his logic? Was I being selfish for wanting him to ignore my intoxication level? Was I being stupid for that?

I just nodded sadly and said okay as I reached down to grab the blanket and pull it to my waist. All of the chillbumps had taken me from too hot to too cold.

Maybe I was still too drunk, I was being selfish. He just said he was uncomfortable and I still wanted him to keep running his hands all over me.

He smiled when I looked back up at him, “I’ll make it up to you, trust me.” his hand cupped my cheek.

“How?” I asked quietly.

Yoongi pursed his lips, “The next time we’re in this situation, as long as neither one of us are drunk, I’ll touch you as inappropriately as you want.”

Something about his honesty made my stomach do flips and other body parts, other than my heart, throb.

“With conditions of course.” He added.

I swallowed, trying to control my voice and body, “What conditions?”

His thumb rubbed my cheek gently, “We’ll discuss them then.”

“What if you don’t feel the same way after tonight?” I cursed myself for drinking so much and vowed to never touch alcohol again for as long as I knew Yoongi. I was not going to risk this happening again.

He shook his head and sighed, “I promise you. I will.” As cliche as it sounds, his voice sounded hungry. As if he’d been wanting this night for longer than I expected and now it was right in front of him and he still couldn’t have it.

He sounded hungry, but I felt hungry. Just for him. I almost wished he’d just let me go sleep downstairs and be angry at him. We could have cleared this up tomorrow. Now I was just going to be laying here all night thinking about him touching me inappropriately like he said.

“Get some sleep, I don’t want you to have a headache tomorrow.” his hand slid to the back of my head and he pulled me to him, my cheek resting on his shirtless chest.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm?” his voice vibrated in his chest.

“You said it’s unfair to not be able to touch me because I’m drunk.”

He pulled away slightly, “Yeah?”

I looked up at him and smiled, “Go put a shirt on, it’s not fair.” He smiled and did as I asked.

…

Neither one of us brought up last night. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, he just acted like everything was normal. Maybe he didn’t remember or maybe it was a dream. I genuinely felt like I had dreamt it all which meant I definitely would not be the one to bring it up. What if it was a dream and I bring up having a lustful dream about him. That would definitely make things awkward.

Since he didn’t get to respond to the work emails he was going to last night, he’d spent the majority of the day in his little home studio working. I’d barely seen him today, which I'm not sure if I appreciated or hated. Was he avoiding me because of what happened? Maybe he regretted everything he said last night.

I’d have to take his lead on all of this. I was the intoxicated one, he was the responsible one. I was genuinely appreciative of his level of respect for me last night. A guy had never done that for me. Most guys just go in for it even if both of us had been drinking heavily. Yoongi was different.

My phone chimed and I glanced down at it.

Can you come upstairs? We need to talk.

My stomach sank. I felt like I was being called to the principal's office. I took a breath and slowly made my way upstairs to his studio. I’d be chill about it and just let him say whatever he needed to say. I took a breath before opening the door.

“Hey.” I made sure my voice was normal like any other day. There was a chair next to his, I sat down and pulled my legs up in the chair.

“Hey.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. He looked so nervous and I already knew I wasn’t going to like this conversation. He sighed, “So, last night,” The way his voice sounded made my stomach do flips, “I got a phone call from my manager.”

Wait what? This wasn’t about our little physical moment.

“Okay…” I spoke hesitantly.

“I’m trying to release a couple of things before I enlist and some things have gone wrong with it.” He stopped talking and just looked at me for a moment, “It’s things I can’t fix from here. I’ll have to go home.”

I nodded easily, but felt like my heart was being ripped out of my body.

“How long?”

He took a breath and leaned back in his chair, “It could be a couple of days and then I could come back here.”

“Do you think it will only be a couple of days? Honestly?”

He shook his head, “A week minimum. I still could come back after that though… and then leave again in a month or so for enlistment. I still don’t know when they want me to go.” He spoke slowly. He sounded like he hated the idea as much as I did. A week away from him when he was leaving for two years sounded like torture. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.

“That seems like a lot of flights.” I didn’t know what else to say, so I just stated the obvious.

“It is…” He leaned forward again, “So I was thinking about something else. Let me finish before you tell me no.” He smiled. I guess it was now a running joke between us that I always disagreed with him and his ideas. His joke did make me smile, I nodded in agreement.

“You come with me.” He took a moment to let it sink in. “I figured you’ve got nothing to lose. If you love it you can stay in my apartment while I’m gone. If you hate it…” He sighed and shook his head, “We have piers in Korea too.”

I realized I never told him my revelation of why I should stick around, he still thought I was determined to “end my subscription with life” and not the magazine.

“Okay.”

He looked up at me surprised by my answer. “Okay?”

I smiled, “I’ll go. I have nothing keeping me in New York.”

“You’re serious?” He leaned forward and took my hands.

I nodded with a smile again and let my legs come out of the chair. “I have one request though.”

“Anything.” He said eagerly. “Can we stop mentioning the pier thing?”

His eyebrows pulled together, as if questioning what I meant.

“My determination to end everything was because every day was the same. There was nothing for me to look forward to. Nothing good enough to make me want to stick around. Even you were going to leave me when you enlisted. Then I realized that you were what I could look forward to, if that’s okay of course.” I wasn’t sure why I added the last part. It just felt like I had to get his consent for it because if he didn’t feel the same way then it could be a lot of pressure for him when I tell him he was the reason I chose to live.

He smiled and pulled me into his lap, “I hope you always look forward to seeing me.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders. It sparked some of those emotions from last night. He looked into my eyes and his happiness went slowly to sadness, “I hope you don’t get tired of waiting though.”

I hugged him and rested my chin on his head, “For you? I don't think that's possible.” I pulled back and smiled at him, “When do we leave?”

His smile returned, “In a couple of days.”

It was sooner than I expected, but I didn't feel worried or stressed. “I need to pack things from my apartment then.”

He nodded, “We can go now and do it.” He pat my leg. I stood up and pulled him out of his chair. I started to walk out the door and remembered something else I wanted to ask him. I turned to him, “Oh, I didn’t mean to see it, but last night when I was giving you your phone I just glanced at your screen and whoever it was, was calling you “Boss.” What’s that about?”

He looked at me for a moment then slowly smiled and shook his head, “Just a nickname. I went to school with him. It’s just something he’s always called me.”

Something about his answer and the look he gave me told me he wasn’t telling me the whole truth, but it was good enough for now. I knew if it was something I needed to know, he would tell me.

I nodded slowly, “Okay.” I said it in a way to let him know I wasn’t buying his response, but I wasn’t going to question it anymore right now. …

I opened the door to my old apartment and walked in to see Jamie and Tristan on the couch looking terrified.

Jamie exhaled, “Madi, it’s just you.”

“Why do you look terrified?” I glanced at the TV to see if they were watching a scary movie or something, but they weren’t.

“Your psycho boyfriend, that’s why.” Tristan said sharply.

I slowly turned my head to look at Yoongi, who happened to be smirking in the entryway hidden from their view. He walked past me to stand on the other side of me so they could see him clearly.

“What’s going on?” I looked at Yoongi then my two exes on the couch.

“Madi, he’s insane! This group of guys came here last night shouting and banging on the door and windows. I was asleep, but all of the noise woke me up. I saw them at the windows, Madi, they had guns!”

I sighed and tilted my head to the side, it was Yoongi’s friends. He said he was sending people over here last night.

“We called the cops, but they were gone by the time the cops got here. They said there was no evidence, so they couldn’t do anything.” Jamie continued recounting the events of last night.

I looked at Yoongi, “People you know?”

He shrugged, that smug and confident look still on his face. I usually hated when people looked smug or cocky, but right now, on him, it was actually enticing. Probably because it was Yoongi and I was still on my adrenaline high from our physical contact last night.

“You didn’t want anyone to get hurt, I made sure that happened. No one got hurt.” He answered me.

“Yoongi, they could’ve been arrested.” I argued.

He smirked and shook his head, “No they couldn’t.” Something about his confidence and the danger of it all was invigorating, a little scary, but invigorating nonetheless.

“Madi!” Jamie sounded shocked, “How do you sound so okay with this? He and his friends are crazy. You have to break up with him.”

I huffed a laugh, “Are you serious? You’re telling me to break up with him, I never told you to break up with Tristan.”

She stood up and rolled her eyes as she took a couple of steps towards me, her arms folding over her chest. “Madi, stop being delusional. Tristan and I are in love, I’m not going to break up with him.”

I all but lunged towards her. My steps to close our distance were aggressive. “Tristan and I were in love too. That didn’t stop you from fucking him though, did it?” I snapped. I felt Yoongi loop his finger through my belt loop to hold me back just slightly from getting fully in her face. It was for show, he made it look like he was preventing me from attacking her, but he was barely holding onto me. “Maybe Yoongi and I are in love too, why would I break up with him?” Without taking my eyes off her, I grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pulled it off my belt loop. I took another step towards her, this time inches from her, “And if you even think about fucking him I promise you, his friends are going to be the last thing you need to worry about. I will be scarier than they could ever be.”

Yoongi wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back to him.

“Did you have fun at the club last night?” Yoongi asked directly to Tristan. His arm was tightly around my waist as if he were holding me in place so I didn’t jump Jamie. I wanted to watch Tristan’s dumb face go pale as Yoongi revealed where he was last night to Jamie.

“What are you talking about? Tristan doesn’t go to clubs.” Jamie went back to sit on the couch. She was so certain that Tristan would never lie to her.

“We definitely saw him at the club last night. In fact he was hitting on Madi.” Yoongi continued.

Jamie laughed, “Now I know you’re lying. He wouldn’t hit on Madi. He doesn’t like her anymore. If he ever did.”

I wanted to smack her. She stole my boyfriend and now she was being disrespectful to me when everything Yoongi was telling her was the truth. As if he could sense my thoughts, his arm became tighter around my waist.

“Did he tell you why my friends came to visit?” Yoongi continued without missing a beat.

Jamie looked at Tristan then back to us.

“At the club, I told him never to talk to her again.” He let go of my waist, thinking I wasn’t going to attack her. It was brave. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to jump on her or not. “He knew if he did there would be consequences. He called her a few hours later.” The way he spoke made it feel like he was standing up for me and protecting me. I was grateful for that, I’d never had anyone do that for me. I was always the one doing for others. It was nice to have someone finally care enough about me to want to protect me. Jamie rolled her eyes, “Even if that’s true, who cares if he called her?”

“Then he didn’t tell you what the phone call was about.” I took one step forward and Yoongi stepped with me.

“Madi, stop it. Don’t lie to her just because you miss me.” Rage filled me. These two really were meant for each other, they were both horrible people.

Yoongi put his arm in front of me. “You’re not really great at following directions. Do you really want to keep talking to her after I’ve told you not to?”

I looked at Jamie, “He called me to tell me how much he missed me and how good I looked.”

She stood again and walked towards us, “Madi, you’re so delusional.”

I pushed Yoongi’s hand down, I wasn’t going to hit her. “He told me you were asleep and that I should come over so that he could fuck me.” I smirked, “Sounds like a great start to your engagement.”

“You’re such a bitch Madi. So jealous of my relationship.”

“Jealous of what? A man who cheated on me with you? A man who was probably cheating on you last night? A man who has no respect for women at all. What exactly am I supposed to be jealous of, Jamie?”

“At least my boyfriend isn’t a gang member.” She spat back.

“And you think that is the worst thing he could be? I’m still confused about what I’m supposed to be jealous of.”

She held her hand up, showing off her engagement ring.

I laughed, “And yet you’re still in a loveless relationship, in a shitty New York apartment, with no job.”

Yoongi stepped in between us just as I heard a slap on his back . Jamie was going to hit me, but he got in the way. I tried to move him, but he wouldn’t budge. If she wanted to fight, we could fight.

“Baby, come on, let's go pack.” Yoongi’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I knew he only said “baby” when he was trying to shock people or make them think we were a couple, but it still got me every time. His hands slid to cup my cheeks. He looked so calm, which was the exact opposite to how I was feeling. He held me there for a second or two before taking my hand and pulling me to my old bedroom away from the two most toxic people I’d ever met.

I sighed and looked out the window. I waited to hear him shut the door before I spoke.

He started before I could, “Are you okay?” He asked as I turned around.

I nodded. Her words hadn’t really hurt me. They pissed me off, but I wasn't hurt.

“Yoongi…” We both stepped towards each other, “If there was something I needed to know, about you or your life, you’d tell me… Right?” I knew there was more to him than he was telling me. I knew what Jamie said about him was possibly true considering what happened last night and I didn’t know how I felt about it. I genuinely cared about him and maybe I did have real feelings for him, but if what she said was true… Did that matter to me? What did that even mean? Or was I just overreacting?

He thought for a moment and closed the gap between us taking my hands in his. “Yes…If and when you needed to know anything, I would tell you.” He smiled as if to ease my uncertainty, “There’s nothing you need to know right now though.”

I had no reason not to trust him, he was probably the only person I felt I could trust. I stepped to him and wrapped my arms around him resting my head on his chest. For some reason I knew he would never put me in a position where I was in danger. He’d literally saved my life, I can’t imagine him risking it.

Jamie opened my door abruptly. Both of us turned to see her holding out an envelope, “Here this is for you.” She sounded completely annoyed.

I walked over and took the envelope from her. I pulled out the paper inside and read it outloud, “Join us for the wedding of… Are you shitting me?”

“You can bring a plus one, but not your gangster boyfriend.” She folded her arms across her chest.

I turned and looked at Yoongi, almost questioning him. He smirked and shook his head. I turned back to Jamie and ripped her invite, “I’m not coming to your wedding Jamie. I won’t even live here.” I shut the door on her ending any further conversation with her. I was shocked that she would think I would go to her wedding and even more shocked that she thought now was the best opportunity to give me the invite after we had just yelled at each other.

I looked back to see Yoongi sitting on my bed looking disgusted. “You’re not wanting to bring your bed are you?”

I laughed and started packing a few things from my dresser, “No, why?”

“Good, I just don’t want to sleep in a bed where you and Tristan have been “intimate.”” He added a little emphasis on “intimate.”

“It’s comfortable though.” I added for no reason.

“More comfortable than my bed?” He asked.

I turned my head to answer him, but stopped myself. I went back to packing without responding.

“Ya! Which one is more comfortable? You were going to say this Tristan bed weren't you?”

“Ani…” I looked at Yoongi through the mirror, “I was going to say any bed could be comfortable as long as you were in it.” It made me nervous to be so forward, but seeing his face light up after I felt less nervous. I was scared he was going to think it was too much.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me from behind, “Same for you.” I let my head rest on his cheek for a moment before messing with him, “I don't see the big deal though. You don’t want to sleep in my bed that Tristan was in, but I’m sleeping in your bed here and in a few days I’ll be sleeping in your Korea bed.”

“What makes you think I’ve had girls in my bed?” His eyes were so serious. I answered him as I looked at his reflection, “Because it’s you. You’re… you.” I wasn’t confident enough to tell him he was sexy to his face.

He laughed, “What does that mean? I sleep around?”

“No.” I nudged him with my elbow, “You’re…” I still couldn’t say it, “So many girls would love to be in your bed. You’re telling me you haven’t had any girls in your bed?”

He shook his head, “Not those two. I got both houses after I became famous, really famous. It’s impossible for us to date or have a relationship.”

Hearing that made my heart sink. It was just sad in general, but did that mean there was no hope for us to have a relationship? Why was I moving to Korea then? Were we really just friends? I was already confused about our status, but now I was really confused.

“Besides, there's only one girl I want in my bed. I’m not worried about the hundreds of others.” He pulled my hair from my shoulders to my back and sat back down on the bed. Something about that simple move gave me chills. I was going to correct him about the “hundreds,” It was more like hundreds of thousands, but his sentence and the moving of my hair made my brain stop working. Not to mention he confused me even more.

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btsugarush · 1 year

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GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

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atinystraynstay · 2 months

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Soft Spot - Min Yoongi

Synopsis: Yoongi closed himself to most of the world. He didn't want to risk anyone hurting him or the people that mean the most to him. That was until you came along, somehow having the golden key to his heart.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers

Word Count: 1.7k

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Yoongi had spent over 30 minutes at the florist. His eyes bounced between all the different flowers, unsure what would be the best one to present to you. You would think that since Yoongi produces music, he felt a constant pressure for the next song to do better than the last.

However, his biggest worry was trying to impress you.

To him, not enough words could describe you. He has attempted to write at least one song to showcase his adoration for you. Yet, nothing seemed to fit. He could easily describe you as perfection. You were the one person who balanced him out amongst the chaos. The songs he produced with you in mind just didn't do you justice.

"Hyung, you ever going to make a selection?" Taehyung teased for him.

A sharp puff of air left Yoongi. He thought asking Taehyung to help him was the best idea, but he was starting to regret it.

"Would you shut up?" Yoongi murmured.

Taehyung went into a fit of chuckles before putting his hands up in defense. Seriously, he was here to provide insight?

Of course, Yoongi had an idea of the right ways to treat someone. He has experienced short flames of love in the past. But nothing like what you two had. It admittedly scared Yoongi at the intensity of emotions he felt within himself. He didn't mean to push people away, but he just often put all those emotions toward his career before another person. BTS counted on him to produce songs, to be a strong older brother. He didn't put another put through the wringer just because of his intense career.

But then he met you.

It started off innocent at first. You two just happened to bump into each other at the convenience store. He had been locked up at the studio, trying to lay tracks down for a new song when he needed a break. He figured going for a walk and grabbing an energy drink would help relax him.

Similarly, you had been crammed in your university's library working on a research paper. You were in the last semester of your graduate program, a step closer to becoming a Social Worker. Your fingers were starting to ache and you felt a bit restless after sitting at a work table. You decided you needed fresh air and an iced coffee before going to attempt to edit the paper.

You two had bumped into each other. Fatigue was written all over your faces that you hadn't noticed each other. That was until you bumped in as you tried to go to the register.

Seeing how tired you were, but also how beautiful you looked, Yoongi offered to pay for your beverage. When you tried to politely decline, he insisted after being in your way. Even though you were the one not watching where you were going.

As a way to show appreciation, you offered to give him your number. That way, you could repay him with a drink of his choosing whenever he wanted.

Since then, you two have been attached. Text messages were exchanged which then became FaceTime calls, particularly late at night due to both of your schedules. FaceTime calls quickly grew tiresome because all Yoongi wanted was to be in the same room as you, so you two began to hang out.

While Yoongi has not officially asked you to be his exclusively, he knew he wanted to be with you. You two practically saw each other twice a week. In his mind, you two were together.

That was until Taehyung pointed out that he hasn't actually asked you to be his, that you could be under the impression you two were just friends. Yoongi was doubtful, but his younger brother had a point. What if you saw him as only a friend? What if you were actually seeing someone else?

The thoughts made Yoongi both anxious but motivated to do something about it. Cue Taehyung coming in to help. Taehyung knew how to be romantic. He offered insight without Yoongi overthinking it.

"I'm telling you. She won't really care about the exact flowers. Just that you got them for her." "But they have to be perfect for her."

It brought Taehyung amusement to see how smitten his hyung was. Actually, all the boys were invested in Yoongi's love life. For the 10 years that they've known him, this was the first time that he was choosing something for himself rather than for other people. They all adored how dedicated Yoongi was to them and the group, but they always wanted Yoongi to be happy in all aspects of life. Including romantic.

They ever knew someone could be so happy over receiving a text message. At least, that was the case until they saw him grinning in his studio as he spun gently back and forth. He would re-read your texts to him, his smile getting wider and wider.

Or the way he thinks of you had random points. Having ramen for dinner? You like ramen. He would wonder if you had eaten, if you were happy, if you had a good day. See a squirrel while on a stroll? You were so energetic, so busy. What were you up to? Should he call you?

You were always on his mind. You meant everything to him and so much more.

It was why when he stood in front of your apartment door, his heart was racing. Yoongi was convinced that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate. He was practically shaking.

He sucked in a deep breath, looking down at the bouquet of flowers. Roses felt too intense for the occasion. He had selected an arrangement of blue hydrangea, blue delphinium, and white button poms. They reminded Yoongi of a clear, warm day and you were the sun. They were tied together by a pink bow, subtle but perfect.

Here goes nothing.

With his left hand firmly holding onto the stems of the bouquet, his right hand reached forward to ring the doorbell of your unit. It was a late Sunday morning. Sundays were your day to relax, to do self-care. He hoped he wasn't introducing, but he knew you'd be home.

From the other side of the black-painted door, he could hear shuffling. His heart fluttered knowing you were indeed inside. And about to open the door.

Did he get the right bouquet? Did you even like flowers? Should have have gotten a bigger bouquet for you?

He didn't have enough time to go through every scenario as soon the door opened. There you were. His angel.

Your hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with little strands framing your face. You wore a pair of black shorts but a large, oversized sweatshirt. All he wanted to do then was wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you. God, he was down bad.

You had a warm on your face, but quickly your eyes widened to see the flowers in his hand. You couldn't but hope they were for you, but you were convinced you and Yoongi were just friends. He was too kind to you to be anything more than that.

"Hi y/n," he said softly.

His voice sent your heart into palpitations. Nobody else sent you into such a spiral unlike he did so easily. It was just him greeting you but your knees were like jelly.

"Hi Yoongs," you spoke just as softly.

Yoongs. You were the only person who called him that. And he prayed you would be the only.

"What's going on? I figured you might be asleep still since you were at the studio until late." "Nothing can stop me from seeing you. I had a very important erran to run."

He was trying his best not to become a stuttering mess. But the way you were looking at him? The way you had a soft gaze yet lured him in, he was bound to crumble.

"These are for you, beautiful. Saw them and I thought of you."

Your cheeks turned bright pink. You were at a loss for words, and Yoongi noticed. He couldn't help but feel his ego rise. Maybe all the guys were right after all? Maybe you did like him?

He only got this confidence when he had a little bit of whiskey in his system. This was different, though. He didn't have liquid courage to fuel his delusions. He was stone-cold sober to see how you reacted to him. While non-verbal, your body language says everything.

"Oh Yoongi, they are so beautiful. You didn't have to do this." You took the flowers into your own hands to admire them up close. It warmed Yoongi's heart to see the way you took in their beauty, even though they weren't as beautiful as you are. He hoped you were seeing yourself just as positively, but he was ready to remind you constantly if need be.

"And I know what you're about to say." He began. "If you feel guilty for me spoiling you, why don't you accompany me for brunch? Going on an official date would make me happier than you buying me something."

Your head had never snapped up as quickly. Did you hear him correctly? Was he asking you out on a date? There was no room for interpretation when he said the words himself, but you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Wait, you are actually asking me out?" "Well yeah, y/n. Isn't it obvious I like you?"

You opened your mouth to counter his statement, still in disbelief. However, you quickly closed it. Come on, y/n. Don't hesitate. You're so close to getting what you've always wanted.

"Can you give me 20 minutes to get ready and place these in water?" You asked. "Take all the time you need, angel. I'll be downstairs in my car, making sure it's all warm for you."

Feeling bold, Yoongi leaned into to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I've got nowhere else I'd want to be than spending time with you." Shivers ran down your spine from his tone and the way his words practically vibrated throughout your body.

He pulled back and winked before going towards the elevator. You gently closed the door before rushing to get ready.

Dreams can come true.

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moonlight | m.yg [1]

next chapter: soon

summary: when it’s finally the week of your big sister's wedding, you’re more than excited for it to be over as responsibilities come flying your way. however, you can’t seem to stop thinking about a particular groomsman with blonde hair.

pairing: groomsman!yoongi x bridesmaid!y/n

genre: wedding!au, strangers to lovers au | awkward, fluff, angst, mature

word count: 7.4k

status: in progress

author’s note: reposting this bc i miss him. i’ve been wanting to do this for sooooo long but never had time- still don’t but oops.

Sleep is what you really needed right now, especially when you already lacked it in your daily life. But no, that wasn’t really an option right now, not when you had to wait for your sister to pick you up from the airport and get dinner afterwards.

Realistically, you could’ve slept on the plane ride here, but you hated the seat you were in. At first, you sat in the aisle seat because it was always the fastest way to exit afterwards, but you had to give that up when a man probably in his late 50s basically ordered you to move to the middle because older people need "more" room.

You weren’t happy, but you weren’t about to argue because of this.

All you wanted to do right now was go to your old bedroom and change into some comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt before pulling your blankets over your head to sleep in peace. You knew it was not going to happen any time soon, but a girl can wish.

As you finally saw your suitcases at the baggage claim area, you grabbed one, almost falling by how large and heavy it was. You cursed at yourself for overpacking, but you were staying in town for two weeks and could not risk the chance of not having enough clothes. Luckily, your other suitcase was fairly smaller.

Walking to the other side of the terminal, you saw the exit to the pick up area, immediately moving your legs faster because you couldn’t wait to get out of here. There were too many people walking slow, it surprised you how calm you’ve lasted.

Once you reached a bench in front of the area, you noticed that the weather was not that great. It was raining, which you loved- but your sister planned most of her events outside so this is probably going to make her cry for hours.

And you really don't wanna be the shoulder she cries on- she is very dramatic when she sobs.

Pulling out your phone, you noticed you received three texts. One from your sister, mom, and boss.

[mom] 5:57pm: were you able to land safely? don’t look tired and try not to be introverted, namjoon’s mother is joining us for dinner. put on some makeup, love you!

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, you knew how your mother was. She didn’t mean any harm, but she loves to impress others. By looking a bit tidy, she thinks people wouldn’t think lowly of us. However, she fails to understand that we’ve known your future brother-in-law’s family for almost six years now, you don’t believe they will call off the wedding by seeing their future daughter-in-law’s little sister bare faced.

Plus, his mother is the sweetest. If anything, she always told you how much she loved seeing natural faces compared to the overdose of products people nowadays use in which she refers to “tiktok trends.”

[jae] 6:01pm: the office is going to miss you! tell ur sister congrats again, and then do it again for me once she’s actually married lol. don’t you dare ask if there’s work for you to do it in the next two weeks!

Laughing to yourself, you quickly replied with a small “thank you, i will tell her,” along with a “darn, now i cant use work as an excuse to get out of wedding duties. but if there is work needed to be done just text me.”

[violet] 6:13pm: almost there!! look out for a black suv. hope u don’t need to go home, kinda planning to go straight to dinner bc our reservation is at 7 and joonie doesn’t want to be late! he’s scared they’ll judge us, see you soon <3

Of course he would think that, coming from the man who thinks texting and walking is rude- it's debatable!

That’s when you looked at the time, noticing that it was exactly 6:20pm. There was still time to make it by 7, you were sure of it.

As you were about to reply to your mom and sister, you heard the sound of tires screeching with constant honks. You looked up, noticing a very expensive-looking suv pulled near the curb, still beeping.

Was this your sister? I mean, it was black like she stated it would be.

Your question was finally answered when you noticed the passenger window being rolled down, revealing two young looking men with bright smiles eagerly waving, the driver still beeping with his other hand causing many people around to glare as they walked by.

You noticed the man with very shaggy hair, wearing what seems to be a white t-shirt, black slacks, and sneakers as he opened the door. “What’s up, y/n,” he smiled, making his way towards you.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here? I thought Violet was going to pick me up- is she in the backseat?” You questioned as he automatically went to grab your bags. “And what is this moron doing here? I thought he got his license taken away last month?”

Looking back to the SUV, you saw your cousin in the driver’s seat with what seems to be him fighting off a man with a bright yellow and green vest knocking violently on his window side.

“You cannot park here, you’re holding up traffic!” the man yelled, causing your cousin to roll his eyes before rolling down the window maybe two inches before yelling back.

“You’re the one holding up traffic standing in the middle of the road!”

“Don’t make me call security! Park in the parking lot!” The man dragged on, hitting the side of the car repeatedly and motioning his arms to drive away at the same time.

"Aren't you security?!" Your cousin honked before glaring at the man. “And you scratch my car, you pay for it!”

You stopped watching their little altercation as Taehyung began rolling your suitcases towards the trunk of the car, making you follow along. “She wasn’t able to come, apparently she had to go pick up some materials she ordered for the centerpieces,” he stated, setting the bags inside before closing the trunk. “And I am not sure why he is driving, I think everybody forgot he shouldn’t be and I am too lazy to do it, I was not able to take my nap today because Namjoon made me paint the photo booth all morning- it was exhausting.”

Opening the passenger door for you, you quickly jumped in as he shut it before jumping into the seat behind you. Turning to your left, you could still see your cousin arguing with the man before Taehyung told him to drive already.

“No! I hope you have a shitty day, you asshole!” Your cousin screamed before speeding away down the street. After literally two seconds, he looked your way while smiling brightly. “I missed you!”

Giving him a dirty glance, you slap his arm. “Ow! What was that for?” He whined, rubbing his arm with his free hand.

“Jungkook, why the fuck are you driving?” you declared. “You’re not allowed”

“Says who,” he rolled his eyes.

“The state,” Taehyung says from the backseat.

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “They can’t do anything, I pay my taxes.”

Groaning, you rub your forehead. “This has nothing to do with your taxes, you imbecile.”

He gives you a confused look for a quick moment before moving his eyes back on the road again. “You don’t need to use big words to attack me, y/n. This isn’t law school.”

You heard Taehyung sighing at how annoying his friend was being. To clear things up, Taehyung was actually a close friend of your side of the family through Jungkook, the two of them being inseparable since kindergarten.

You just so happened to know him well since he always followed Jungkook everywhere he went, same vice versa, as you saw your cousin basically everyday due to only being one year apart and both your mom’s being sisters. But with Taehyung, you happened to be the same age, same with their other friend in their trilogy, Jimin. In which you were surprised he wasn’t here because Jimin loved going to dinner with them.

“Why are you driving?”

“I got my license back,” he smiled, nodding heavily when he saw the questionable facial expression you were making. “I swear! I went to the DMV and everything. I got it back after paying like $3,000.”

Choking on your saliva after hearing how much he had to pay, you gasped, “Why so much? What exactly did you do?!”

Jungkook awkwardly moved both his hands on the steering wheel, obviously not wanting to answer your question as you heard his friend chuckling in the backseat. “Yeah, tell her Jungkook, what did you do?”

Throwing a small box of tissues he had left near the middle cup holder to Taehyung, Jungkook began his excuse. “I’m not really sure, apparently it’s illegal to drive through rain puddles,” he shrugged.

You shifted your head a bit, “that’s not illegal.”

“It is when you purposely speed through them to get people wet,” Taehyung giggled as Jungkook groaned in annoyance.

“Dude! You weren’t supposed to tell her that part!” Jungkook whined.

“That is so rude,” you pinched his arm as he tried moving away from you, knowing your first reaction to things were mostly violence. “How would you like it if someone did that to you?”

“I actually wouldn’t mind it,” he stated. “Saves me money from going to a waterpark.”

Sometimes, you wondered what goes on in that big head of your cousin. Not much common sense, that’s for sure.

“Anywho,” you spoke up, trying to change the dumb conversation you just had. “What’s the plan for tonight? I heard something about a dinner, but other than that I have idea what’s going on. No one told me anything.”

Jungkook shrugged, glancing at you a few times as he answered your question. “I know we have dinner with some of Namjoon’s friends, his mom, your parents, and then you sister’s friends. But afterwards, no clue.”

“Why are you and Taehyung going then?”

He scoffed, looking offended. “I’ll have you know, we are very much indeed Namjoon’s friends,” he proudly said before giving in once he saw how that did nothing. Maybe acquaintances but definitely not friends. “All the groomsmen were invited.”

Ah yes, you almost forgot Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were appointed groomsmen which was a big shock considering they were not close to Namjoon like that.

But to be completely honest, your sister did have six bridesmaids while Namjoon only had three real groomsmen he wanted. So, she was able to convince Namjoon to allow the other three to take apart on their special day because they were basically like family.

And because he had no one else to call.

Although, it didn’t take much convincing, Namjoon did love the guys and they all bonded really well whenever they did interact.

“So, Jimin’s going?”

“He should be,” you heard Taehyung answer. “He couldn’t come with us to pick you up because he had to drop his little brother off at baseball practice- but I think their mom is going to pick him up once he’s done.”

You nodded, understanding the situation. To be honest, you were happy the three of them were going. It’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone tonight, maybe only a couple people, but the rest of your family never knew how to make you feel comfortable the same way the boys did.

Maybe its because you basically grew up with them and how you were all close in age, but you felt more open and less forced to act a certain way when they were by your side.

Throughout the car ride, you had to constantly bicker with Jungkook about slowing down and to avoid potholes as it kept getting in the way of you applying concealer and powder from your seat. You especially yelled when he almost made you smash your mascara wand in your eye, causing Taehyung to hide his laughter as he scrolled through twitter.

Finally, after small loads of traffic and listening to Jungkook’s ‘go crazy, go stupid’ playlist in which consisted of old Taylor Swift and Hannah Montana songs, you made it to the restaurant. The problem was, the rain was hectic. You’re surprised Jungkook didn’t crash into a pole trying to see through his windshield wipers.

Once you parked, Jungkook sheepishly smiled. “Okay so we have a small problem- nothing serious,” he stated as you gave him a look for him to continue. “We don’t have an umbrella.”

“What-” you and Taehyung said at the same time. “I can’t show up in there all wet, it’s pouring outside!”

“-and I can’t risk getting my shirt wet, I didn’t bring a sweatshirt and I am wearing a white top- my chest will be see through if it gets wet!” Taehyung cried out. “I don’t want people violating me.”

“Calm down, drama queens,” Your cousin rolled his eyes. “Y/n, cover your face with your arms to protect your makeup- that’s the only thing you should save. Taehyung, wrap your arms over your chest, don’t you dare lift them until we are sheltered. We got this guys!”

You scoffed as he cheered you both on. At least you all will be drenched together, you thought.

Getting ready to jump out of the car, you looked down at your outfit. You were wearing an oversized dark brown crewneck sweater, black thick leggings, and your white platform sneakers. At least you were kind of warm and didn’t have much to damage from the rain.

Looking back at how far the restaurant was from your parking spot, you three basically had to run the side of the building to get to the front. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it was regularly raining- but as it was lashing down with some now background sounds of thunder and lightening, you knew this was going to be a bad idea.

Jungkook gave you two a confident nod before aiming towards his door as Taehyung and you gave each other a worried look, eventually doing the same. “On the count of 3!” Jungkook yelled from his side.

Once we were all ready, hands on the door handle, you heard Taehyung start, “1-”

“-3!” Jungkook screamed and ran out the door, hearing the door lock as he ran his distance.

Taehyung and you looked at each other in shock before chasing after him. As you took more and more steps, you could tell that this rainstorm was probably one of the worst you have ever encountered.

But to be fair, you should have checked the forecast and remembered to bring your own umbrella.

After what seemed like minutes, the three of you finally made it to the front of the building in which you were blessed with a roof for your protection. At this moment, you have never been happier.

Moving your eyes to the two boys standing near you, you noticed how even though Tae’s hair was swamped, he managed to barely get his chest wet. Jungkook’s hair began curling up on the sides, but only that and his shoulders were fairly drenched.

You tried straightening out your sweater while looking up at Taehyung. “Do I look alright?”

“Yeah, you totally don’t look like you just ran through the rain.” he nodded, even though you could feel your hair soaked.

“Your makeup still looks intact,” Jungkook added, “but your hair- eh.”

You glared at him as he lifted his hands up in defense. He shouldn’t be talking, his hair was soaked too.

Trying to make yourselves look presentable, you didn’t notice someone rushing near you three, only when you felt a pair of arms wrapping behind you, causing you to squeal.

Moving your head to see the owner of the arms, you immediately hugged them back. “Jimin!”

“Y/n!” he giggled, but suddenly pulled away. “Ew, you’re drenched.” Nodding towards Jungkook, he quickly understood what happened. “Why didn’t you just tell me you guys were here? Jungkook, I texted you that I had an umbrella if you needed one.”

Taehyung and you turned to glare at Jungkook as he turned red and stammered, "I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see the message!”

"Hold on, man. Didn't you just dropped off your brother? It's pouring," Taehyung.

Jimin shrugged, "Do you think the MLB teams stop their games over some rain."

"In some cases, yes."

“Y/n! You’re here!” you heard that familiar voice squeal behind you, followed by a pair of arms once again hugging you. “I would totally not touch you, but I haven’t seen you in three months!”

Smiling, you held your annoying sister until you heard a cough. You let go to see your parents standing near her, your mom pushing her to the side, making your sister almost fall to the ground, before wrapping her arms around you. “Y/n! How was your flight? You never replied to my text, young lady,” she crossed her arms. Oh, how you love when your mother’s mood changes constantly.

She suddenly touched your face lightly, “Your face looks lovely! You’re hair though- uh its alright! The rain is our excuse!” she beamed.

Same old mother, but at least you knew she did not want you to take things seriously.

You felt your dad lightly wrap an arm around you, giving you a short greeting, probably not wanting to hold up our reservation as well but not because he didn’t want to be rude, he wanted to eat already.

Noticing no one else was outside, you sister began speaking. “Namjoon, his friends, and mom are inside sitting at the table already. I told them not to wait up on us so we don’t cause much of a disturbance inside.”

Nodding, she then began guiding everyone inside with your parents following directly behind her while Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook walked right along with you. It was a short walk inside, but you noticed that the table must have been all the way in the back, maybe in another room by how far in you all were going.

Being right, you could see that they reserved a private room which was extremely crazy- this must’ve been so expensive for a casual dinner!

The first person you noticed was your future brother-in-law sitting at the middle of the wide circular table, a seat empty right beside him for your sister you assumed. You identified his mother pretty clearly as she sat on the other side of him.

Your parents quickly sat on the seats right next to where your sister just sat. You moved your eyes to see most of the bridesmaids, who you knew for the longest as they all either went to school or worked with her, sitting right near you parents and across from them.

There was only one seat next to the last bridesmaid that was opened, so you assumed it was for you as it was across from your sister’s seat. Looking at the boys, you frowned, realizing you would be separated as they only had empty seats on the other side of the table where Namjoon’s mom sat. At least you could look at them from across the table.

Jimin fake pouted before they all walked to the available seats. You finally noticed the three other boys sitting beside them, only recognizing one of them, Hoseok. You were happy to be seated right next to him as you two have met many times in the past, but you couldn’t help but wonder who the other two were and why you weren’t introduced to them earlier.

Hoseok was actually a close friend of both Namjoon and your sister, in fact, he was the one who introduced them many years ago. He was probably one of the few close male friends your sister even had who she trusted with all her heart who didn’t want to sleep with her.

You also befriended him as he was the only one who wouldn’t complain but encouraged you to hang out with them during their high school days when your sister pulled the ‘hormonal teenager who hates everybody’ phase.

“Nice to see you, y/n. Thanks for coming, I know you must be exhausted from your flight, but it means a lot that you were able to make it,” Namjoon kindly greeted you, in which you smiled in return.

“It’s okay,” you shyly reply, feeling your nerves kick in because you suck at public speaking, even when it’s with people you’ve already met.

“Now she’s shy,” you heard your cousin stifle in a low laugh before Jimin kicked his leg, in which he groaned in pain, trying not to make any noise as he clutched his knee.

As you gave Jungkook a dirty look, you began turning, quickly taking a look at the guests you didn’t know. One seemed to look slightly tall, or you assumed he was by how long his torso was. He was very good looking, just not your type.

But the other one was already looking at you, his eyes quickly moving away when he realized he was caught, not seeming to care though. He had very beautiful eyes and bright blonde hair, but he looked very intimidating with his blank- almost cold expression.

“You look dashing, y/n!” You heard Namjoon’s mom exclaim, making you turn extremely red. God, you hated when people gave you compliments, especially when others were around. You did not like the attention it brought.

“Thank you” you looked down, trying your best to make your face cool down. You wish you were in the rain right now.

“I take full responsibility for her hair not looking the best,” Jungkook spoke up, making you immediately cover your face with your hands, praying he stop talking. “I forgot the umbrella.”

You heard him groan again, maybe from one of the boys kicking him for his irrelevant comments.

“I know the struggle,” You heard one of the unknown guests Namjoon had, the one who looked tall, begin. “I tripped while trying to walk in and landed on a puddle.” This caused you to giggle, happy that he was willing to embarrass himself to deflect the attention off you. “But it’s alright, luckily I had extra pants in my car.”

“Now that you mentioned that uh- fascinating information,” Namjoon awkwardly started. “Y/n, I realized you never met my other groomsmen-”

“Groomsmen? How dare you” You heard the same friend fake gasp, causing Hoseok to groan right beside you. “I am the one and only best man”

“So, that’s Jin,” Hoseok finally spoke up, rolling his eyes at his friend who you realized probably loved the attention more than you actually knew.

“Oh, hi” you shyly waved as he gave you a cheesy smile.

“Sorry about him, he’s a little over the top,” Namjoon sweetly mentioned to you, causing Jin to scoff. “-but in a good way!”

Just by observing their attitude towards each other, you can tell Jin was the friend who made Namjoon be more confident and open-minded enough to try new things. He seemed like the hype man of the group.

“And that’s Yoongi,” Hoseok added, pointing to the man on the left of him, the one who looked like he did not want to talk to anybody. You began to realize this Yoongi guy was more reserved than the rest, giving you a small nod as you awkwardly looked away.

“Sorry about him, he seems quiet- but he does talk! Quite a lot actually,” Jin added, causing Yoongi to nudge him.

“Same with this one,” Violet giggled, looking your way causing you to glare at her. Way to put the spotlight on you.

Luckily for you, your mother just knew so many topics to talk about that she carried a conversation fairly quickly right after your sister’s comment.

You would have listened to it all the way, but to be honest, you were mentally exhausted. Work had you up till 10pm last night and with it being such a jammed pack month already, you completely forgot to pack until this morning. Having to check in two bags, you had to arrive at the airport three hours early to make it in time to depart from all the long lines.

You don’t think anyone beside your dad and Namjoon’s mom were listening to your mom because as you looked around the table, you realized people were either making faces at their friends or just looking anywhere else but the speaker.

That’s when you noticed Taehyung making a silly face your way, causing you to smile at him. But when you did so, you saw from the corner of your eye the restrained individual placing his eyes on you that didn’t leave until he was about to be caught again.

Yeah, you wished this dinner would be over soon.

"That was probably one of the best steaks I have ever digested," Namjoon smiled while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Did he just say 'digested'?" you heard one of your sister's friend, Mina you believe, whisper to her other friend, Hani, who just shrugged.

After about an hour of awkward conversations that consisted of when Violet and Namjoon would be making babies and who would take custody if they both randomly die, dinner was finally over.

To be honest, you were glad that you were mostly not chosen to speak. That was until your mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring up your personality compared to your sisters, in which she made sure to mention the one time in 4th grade when you threw a tantrum and bursted into tears because you didn't want her to leave you alone on the first day of school.

Violet made sure to clarify how immature you were as a fourth grader, in which you thought if it would really be bad punching her in the face right then and there. You were sure makeup could cover the bruises.

"I should probably get going, I think your father is getting off soon from work," you heard Namjoon's mom say, slowly standing up before giving her son a warm hug.

Following the signs, everyone began standing up, getting ready to say their goodbyes. That was until your sister suddenly spoke up, becoming an announcer.

"Wait I forgot to mention, tomorrow is day 1 out of 7!" she cheered as her fiancee placed an arm on her lower back. "Don't forget to bring your shoes!"

"What's tomorrow?" You thought, but apparently out loud as everyone glanced your way, causing you to look back at Violet.

"You don't know?!" she gasped, looking back towards your mom. "Did you not tell her?" Watching as your mother softly gave her a small smile, your sister's eyes made their way back to you in disbelief. "It's our first dance rehearsal."

"Dance rehearsal?" You squinted your eyes, not believing how in the world she planned to make people learn a dance in under a week. "You do understand your wedding is in 6 days right after tomorrow, right?"

"We couldn't plan practices earlier because you and Jin don't live near here and we didn't want you both going out of your way to get here for it," Namjoon commented. "That would've been too expensive."

Realization hit you, you have to dance...in front of people.

Looking up, you tried showing a relaxed expression, but you're sure you only pulled out an uncomfortable one at the thought of having to publicly dance when you are in fact the worse dancer ever.

Truth be told, you wish you can easily agree and go with the flow, but knowing yourself the best you know you cannot pull this off. There is a reason why you dropped dance class in high school and it was because you kept making your partner's toes bleed from stepping on them so much.

But before you could speak up, or as if you were going to, your sister beat you to it. "You're doing it, no exceptions," she pointed a finger at you.

"You can be my partner!" Jimin exclaimed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, trying to cheer you up. "I'm a great dancer."

"I beg to differ," Taehyung crossed his arms. "Have you seen these hips? Been shaking them since I was eight years-old."

"Just Dance doesn't count," Jimin hissed, making Tae scoff.

"It does when you're undefeated!"

Before the two of them could continue their bickering, your sister intervened. "None of you are dancing with her, I've already assigned partners," and right when they were going to ask who she added, "and you're not finding out until tomorrow. I don't want you trying to ask us to privately change your partners tonight so deal with it."

That definitely made them shut up before she carried on saying farewell to everybody.

You being you, you stood there stiff as everyone hugged each other. Never knowing how to really say 'bye', you often just waved. It was your thing.

You felt large arms wrap around you, causing you to gasp for air from the tight hold. "It was so nice meeting you, y/n!" You heard Jin burst out before pulling away. "Hoping we end up as partners, you seem so chill."

Certain that that was not going to happen, you sheepishly nodded. Not that you did not want him as a partner, to be fair, you probably would have chosen him as one of your top choices if it were up to you only because he seemed friendly and welcoming.

However, he was the best man.

Everybody knows the best man always gets paired with the maid of the honor, in which you believe was Naile.

Once he moved passed you to say his goodbyes with your parents, you noticed Yoongi finishing his farewells with Namjoon's mom before turning in your direction.

Shifting your eyes somewhere else in the room, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

For some reason, interacting with someone else who is also quiet but now intimidating made you extra nervous, fearful they might randomly lash out on you.

Just before Yoongi could at least give you a small nod, like he had done earlier, Namjoon announced that we should all be on our ways as the restaurant probably wanted us gone by now.

Running up to Jimin, you followed your friends and cousin out the door. Not noticing the pair of eyes following your every move up until you were out of sight.

Finally, now you can go home and sleep.

Waking up this morning was hard for you, especially when you knew how stressful it was going to be.

Maybe it was because you knew what was to come but didn't at the same time. It was safe to say you were panicking the whole drive to the small park your sister booked for the morning.

However, your sister was nothing close to nervous, in fact, she was beaming in joy throughout the car ride, constantly telling you she was excited to be a day closer to her wedding.

"Don't freak out too much about practice, okay?" Violet began as she parked the car. "None of them have experience dancing, except Hobi and maybe like Jimin and whatever Tae thinks is dancing, but other than that we all suck."

"Thanks for the pep talk, I feel so much better," you sarcastically declare before opening the door and getting out.

"I'm serious! I know you well enough to see how anxious you are about this," she argued. "But I made sure to pick an easy dance we all can learn within a few days"

You only sighed. There was nothing you could really do at this point so there was not much convincing she was doing to make you feel better. Plus, it's her day. You kind of have to do whatever she wants whether you like it or not.

Following her to a medium-sized building, you noticed how nice this park really was. There was a huge duck pond on one side with a beautiful garden all around.

Where does she find these places?

As you two opened the doors, she led you down a hallway until you were walking into a pretty large banquet room. You saw mostly everyone was here, besides Jin and Namjoon, but other than that everyone was here.

"Where's my man?" Your sister questioned, setting her bag on one of the side tables as you closely followed behind her.

"Trying to figure out where he put his dancing shoes," Hoseok stated, lying back on the chair he was sitting in. "Hi, y/n."

You softly waved, seeing that Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting right next to him. Tae was too busy playing some game on his phone to notice your presence as Yoongi just gave you a brief glimpse before going on his phone as well.

"What took you forever to get here?" Jungkook asked, pulling up a seat right next to you on one of the empty tables you sat in. You felt Jimin sit next to him, waiting for your answer.

"Violet couldn't leave the house without shaving her face," you whispered, hoping she didn't hear that or else she would come up with something 10x worse to joke about you.

"I did notice something was different about her," Jimin joked, making you all laugh.

After talking for some time as your sister kept trying to call her fiancee, you heard the slam of a door with the sounds of footsteps nearing.

It appeared that Namjoon probably found his shoes with the help of Jin as they both ran in together, breathing a little heavy as your sister put her hand on her hip.

"Ready," he smiled, trying not to provoke your sister anymore.

Knowing your sister, she was probably going to hire some dance teacher to teach you guys proper techniques. What you did not know was that this instructor was going to make you freestyle your own ending steps with your partners.

Or at least that's what the instructor mentioned after they showed up fifteen minutes late due to "traffic."

But now that they have said it, no one knew who their partners were.

"Time for the moment everyone's been waiting for," your sister stomped her feet and motioned everyone to come near her. Once we did so, she asked, "who wants to know first?"

Jungkook raised his hand quickly. "Me!"

"I think we should make this a little fun," Violet smirked. "Let's write the pair's names on paper, randomly mix them in a bowl and then draw."

Namjoon nodded, not really caring too much about how this was going to be done. He just wanted to begin lessons, already knowing that he wasn't quite the best when it came to body movements only for the world to see.

You were despising every second of this. As the clock kept on ticking, you kept thinking about who your partner would be.

It's not like anyone here was truly horrible- or so you thought.

Plus, you had a high chance of getting the three boys you loved to death. However, your sister did say Jimin and Taehyung were out of the picture, so your only hope was your cousin.

But in your opinion, you weren't familiar with Namjoon's friends. Jin seemed like a sweetheart, but maybe the close proximity of dancing with someone who was practically a stranger was getting in your head.

The main person you were worried about was Yoongi.

It's not like you completely disliked him, you never dislike anyone unless you had a reason to. It was that you didn't know him.

You didn't know Jin either, but the difference was Jin made an effort to communicate to others. Yoongi just sits there with a blank expression, making you question if he is judging or ignoring you.

It's quite intimidating, really.

And with you being extremely quiet too, well... two quiet people don't really work well- or in a situation where both have to actively dance.

"Jimin and Leia!" you heard Namjoon announce.

Damn.

"Sorry, y/n," Jimin mouthed, making you swat your hand in reassurance that you were fine. I guess he's known you for so long to understand how frightening this was for you.

But you're a big girl, you'll get through this.

"Taehyung and Yuna!" Your sister roared.

Okay, maybe not.

Finally, after Hoseok and Jin were called, your nerves were getting to you. Now was not the time to overthink, whatever happens- happens.

Jungkook wasn't making this easier as he kept waving his arms around, mouthing the words "we're definitely partners." And for a split second, you began to believe him.

Well, that was until-

"Y/n and Yoongi," Namjoon called out, making your face fall. Violet began clapping her hands while her fiancee proudly smiled.

Feeling your face turn red, you continue staring at Namjoon as he slowly tilted his head to the side for you to go to your new partner, in which you responded with continuing on your stare.

It felt like hours before you felt someone's presence beside you, causing Namjoon to fix his attention back to announcing who's Jungkook's partner was going to be.

Moving your head slightly to the right, you could make out the bright blonde hair immediately. Yoongi was sitting next to you, oh my-

"I guess we're uh- partners?" he lightly squinted his eyes before looking directly at your own.

You felt weak at the knees by this eye contact, how are you going to make it through the week?

"R-right," you began, mentally screaming at yourself for stuttering "I mean right! Yeah, how uhm..cool?"

"Not really," he sighed, making your eyes widen. Was he really not that happy by this decision? "I don't dance much"

Relief hit you by his answer, okay maybe he doesn't hate you. "Don't worry, I'm on the same boat."

"Namjoon knows I don't do any of this," Yoongi cringed to himself. Does he mean dancing? "I'm sure your sister knows you aren't great either, they should have just partnered us up with someone who wasn't going to make us look humiliating."

Ouch, that stung.

You shut your mouth, not sure what to reply. You understood his point, but at the same time you didn't. It was beginning to become clear now that maybe he wasn't happy with this setup.

"Are we ready to begin?" you heard the instructor exclaim, causing you to look past Yoongi in which you were grateful this small conversation would have to be cut. "Please come forward and spread out, only your partners should be near you!"

Rubbing your fingers, you slowly followed after Yoongi who took the lead towards the middle of the spaced out "dance floor," or the only area in this room that did not have folding tables. The two of you ended up on the side while the others placed themselves throughout the middle and front of the teacher.

After listening to him ramble on about the needed chemistry between partners and showing how our hands must be placed on his practice dummy, who was Namjoon- which Violet did not like, it was time for everyone else to follow.

"Remember, the men are the leads! Take your lady's hand with your left and place your right on her hip! I want to feel the sexual tension from here!"

"Or a comfortable tension," Namjoon interfered.

Looking up at Yoongi, you saw him dully take his left hand out to grab your right one. By his lack of emotion, it triggered you to malfunction and embarrass the hell out of yourself.

He could feel how stiff your body was once he grabbed your hand, beginning to place his right hand behind on your mid back.

"Closer!" the instructor popped out of nowhere, causing you to flinch and almost trip over Yoongi's shoes. Yes, you just stepped on his shoes- he probably hates you now. "Hand on hip! You'll get the rhythm faster."

"No thanks, I'd rather not," Yoongi plainly stated, but was pushed inches away from your face when the instructor pushed you both forward.

You tried your best to look anywhere then at him, but it was incredibly hard. You did catch him throwing out a few glances a few times, but he would always divert his attention somewhere else when he noticed how uncomfortable you reacted to it.

"Do y-you think we should do what they are doing?" You asked, referring to steps that were just given to follow. Everybody else were figuring out the new footwork, but your partner just stood there as if he wanted to die already.

He simply just ignored you, only looking at what Jungkook and his partner were doing. In which, your cousin was swinging the poor girl around while she tried to slow him down in fear.

God, you wish this was over already.

"So...how did you like it?!" Violet questioned, sitting down on the bed in your old bedroom while you hid under the blankets. "It was fun, huh?"

"You call that fun?" You groaned, sitting up. "I want a new partner."

"What? No way! Yoongi will be hurt you wanted to switch."

"How if he was the one who questioned why we weren't switched in the first place?"

Violet gasped, "He said that?"

Nodding, you wiped some hair away from your face. "He also refused to put his hand on my hip. Is my body too gross for him or what?"

It did hurt your feelings he wouldn't listen to the basic suggestions, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing you could do.

"Maybe it was a respect thing- like to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries?"

Thinking about it for a second, she could be right.

"We just don't mix well, he would just ignore me any time I asked questions or spoke up," You sighed. "Please change my partner-"

"-I can't, we already began rehearsals," She cut you off.

"But we only learned basic steps! I can dance with a whole other human being and get it down with them! Please, please-"

"-no-"

"I can tell he despises every minute of this," You whine. "He's not into it and I'm just holding him back! You already know how scary this is to throw myself out there for this dance, at least let me be with someone who seems comfortable with me. It'll make me less anxious."

Your sister gave you a look, taking her time to think hard about this. She wanted you to feel fully comfortable, but it would be so unfair to switch partners the next day after announcing them.

"You know I want you to feel at your best, but the decision has been made and I-"

"If you let me switch I'll clean your room for a year," You rambled.

She rolled her eyes, "nice try, you don't even live nearby!"

"I'll send you money to buy your favorite meals twice a month!"

Violet gave you a stern look. "Y/n, no means no. I-"

"I'll say a speech at your wedding!"

That made her shut up.

This shocked you too because you avoided this topic from the start when she told you she was engaged. You hated talking, better yet- talking in front of people? No way, impossible to do!

"You would never, you can't even order your food without stuttering."

She didn't have to come at you like that..

"I promise!" you begged, jumping in front of her as she rolled her eyes.

Hearing her sigh, you felt weight being lifted off your shoulder. "Fine! You can have Hoseok, he's a quick learner anyway."

Almost making your sister fall off the bed as you tackled her in a hug, you cheered. "Thank you! Thank you! Tha-"

"Shut up already," she scrunched her face, pushing you off harshly. "I'm only doing this because you seem to feel really uncomfortable being near him and my sister instincts are going off."

You nodded quickly, trying to be on your best behavior so she doesn't change her mind.

"It kind of sucks though," she shrugged. "Namjoon and I thought you would be the perfect fit, you two are so alike"

"Being antisocial doesn't automatically mean we'll hit it off."

"Sorry, wouldn't know what that's like," she smiled and stood up from your bed. "I'm gonna go check on mom and the centerpieces, you should text Hobi a heads up for this week."

Once she left the room, you pulled out your phone to text him. You hope you weren't being a total bitch for doing this, but you doubt Yoongi would get offended.

He was the one who suggested it.

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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bounty (m) | myg [teaser]

bounty (noun) : a sum paid for killing or capturing a person. if there was one person who annoyed you the most, it was min yoongi. but what happens when he calls you after escaping someone hired to end him? a dance, which ends in a surprising way.

pairing ; gang leader!yoongi x thug!reader (f)

rating/genre ; m (18+)//smut, angst (minor), enemies to ???

wc ; for the teaser - 470 // for the fic - 4k+

warnings for the teaser ; guns, swearing. for the fic ; explicit smut in public, knives, mentions of death, gore, murder (main characters) and many more!

note ; tread with caution ⚠️ the teaser is mild but the fic won't be (it will be very dark!) also, happy d-day dropping everyone hehe!! thanks to @cowboylikeyoongi for helping me with smth very major!!!! please let me know if you wanna join the taglist for this!

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You stand straighter, putting your hands on your waist and chewing the end of the cigarette in your mouth. You survey the area with squinted eyes, pushing your thin jacket behind to reveal your black tee and the gun, with which your finger toys.

You had heard of this place, and how there was a big bounty on the leader of the gang who ran the place. They were dogs, fiercer than wolves, but still fucking cowards. Your boss had asked you to stay clear of the massacre, something about leaving the lowly on his own. And you obeyed, for Min Yoongi was a man who riled you up so much, that anger always lived on your nose – and the tip of your tongue.

The way you were called into the yard, you assume whoever tried to get the meaningless bounty had failed. You shake your shoulders in amusement, and take another drag from your cigarette, kicking the dust at your feet. One more minute, and if he doesn't show up you are getting the fuck out of here.

It's as if the universe heard your thought and plotted against you returning because as soon as you turn back towards the raging fire, a hand wraps itself around your neck and pulls you behind. You let out a loud snort of amusement around the cigarette as you are pulled into a hard chest, his arm around your neck and breath on top of your ear. You quickly pull your cigarette out with one of your hands and exhale, letting the smoke fog you.

As soon as you register his breath, a hard thing pokes you on the base of your throat, and you look down to see the muzzle of his gun at your throat, pressing into your skin. His arm is right above it, and you see the way his fingers wrap around the trigger guard, away from the actual trigger. You scoff at it – still a coward.

He pushes the muzzle deeper into your skin, and you feel his chest going up and down, as his hand around your neck brings you so near him, that you feel him mold against you. You arch an eyebrow and tilt your head, a laugh leaving your lips.

"Hello to you too, Yoongi.'' He hated it when you, or anyone called him Yoongi, so you did just that. He doesn't want to be related to his family, or have a semblance of their relationship with him. And there was one thing that could erase it – his name. So he changed it to Agust D.

"You came?" His voice is gruff against your ear, and you don't miss how deep it is, just like the ocean. You take a deep breath and exhale, before speaking again with a delayed snort.

"You called?"

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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Haegeum

banner by my beautiful wifey @snoozeagustd

Pairing: Agust D x fem!Reader x Min Yoongi

Rating: 18+

Genre and AU: Haegeum MV AU

Summary: Life hadn't been a piece of cake for you, a knife for a person. But never did you imagine, a street side nobody like you would have to choose your loyalty to two men, far from being sane but so close to be the morale of your insanity.

Warnings: Smut (surprise, surprise) not too explicit, angst, some gore (instances of stabbing and torturing), insinuation of sexual harrasment, unhinged Agust D, manipulative Min Yoongi, I'll add more before the main story is published.

Words: 280 for the teaser

a/n: This is obviously a manifestation for the insanity that is Haegeum. This is also in lieu of Min Yoongi's whorehouse where there is no official business and is created for simping purposes only.

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"I like to call myself a businessman," he grinned at you, wavy hair falling on his eyes somehow bothering you more than him, "I don't pay salaries. You work, you get a share."

That's how you came to work for Suga, a red flagged sociopath who wanted to bend you over to know if your ass could sit tight while he fed his fish. It barely helped that you wanted him to do it himself, to grab the back of your neck and bend you over the torn arm of his couch. In short, Suga was just the right amount of unhinged and on the path of insanity for you; he met your fire torch with a fucking wildfire.

"I can't help you if you don't listen to me," he smiled but his eyes didn't, in fact, you could hardly move your own stare from his scar, "if you give me your loyalty, I'll make sure that you'll never have to bend over to tie your shoes again."

Agust D, who could finely pick the threads of the world apart with his connections and power until his enemies were drowning in a fish farm. He could give you the world, literally and figuratively and he brazenly promised to do so to himself when you walked into his office and crossed your legs on the polished leather of his couch. His touch set you on fire so dazzling that you turned to ashes by his mere stare. He met your thunderstorm with a hurricane.

You can't choose between fire and storm when both are threatening to ruin your world; only, if you could destroy them before they did you.

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kikzzzzzzz77 · 16 days

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Heeey

Saw ur requests are open, can i ask for the first time with suga, aftercare and the morning after

You and Yoongi have been dating for almost two years now. You two had never done anything sexual and you were still a virgin.

Yoongi knew this so he never brought up how you two never have had sex and he was respectful of your boundaries and would wait for when you were ready.

You didn’t know he was waiting for you to ask him so you thought he wasn’t sexually interested in you at all and you became a little insecure.

One night while you two were having dinner at his house, he noticed you were just playing with your food and not eating.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is the food not good? I can always order us some food to be delivered here.” He asks, genuinely caring about your preferences.

“I-It’s not that. The food is great, it’s just something else on my mind…” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then what is it, my love?” He gently places a hand on your knee.

“I-It’s just… y-you’ve never seen sexually i-interested in me. D-do I not have a good body? Is it my inexperience you don’t want to have to deal with?” You reply shakily, looking down.

“Oh baby…” He lifts up your chin so you make eye contact.

“I’ve always wanted you, my love. I was just waiting for when you were ready.” He gently kisses you and stands up, wrapping his arms around you and getting ready to pick you up, but he stops.

“May I?” He asks gently.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you nod. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed.

“Are you sure about this, princess? Once I start, there’s no going back.” He asks.

“I-I’m sure. I want you, Yoongi…” You reply hesitantly, not knowing if you came off as desperate.

“I want you too, my love.” He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers as he hovers over you.

His hands roam over your untouched body, leaving goosebumps everywhere they travel. He then proceeded to take off your shirt and trail wet kisses down your neck to your breasts which were covered by your bra.

He looks up at you, his eyes asking for permission and you nod.

He unclips your bra, throwing it somewhere random in the room. He gently took one of your breasts into your mouth, sucking it gently yet firmly.

You gasp at the new feeling. Letting a moan slip out at which you notice Yoongi smirking at.

He pulls away from your breast and gently slips off your shorts. He then whispers in your ear.

“May I remove these panties that are in my way?” His voice was husky with desire, turning you on even more.

You eagerly nod. You gasp as the cool air hits your moist folds after he takes off your panties. Yoongi groans at the sight of your wet pussy.

“So fucking wet for me.” He says, lust clear in his voice.

You felt a bit exposed and tried closing your legs a bit which Yoongi forced them back open.

“Baby, let me see. Don’t worry about your body. It’s perfect.” He gently kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth. His hand then slipped between your legs, a finger running down your folds. Your breath caught in your throught.

“Yoongi…” You gasped as he continued glide his finger through your folds.

“I’m going to finger you a bit first to try and stretch you out a bit, okay?” He says gently, waiting for your permission.

“O-okay.” You breathe out. You whimper as you feel one of his fingers penetrate your virgin entrance.

“Fuck, you’re even tight around my finger. Does it feel alright, love?” He asks, making sure not to hurt you.

You nod and you gasp as he starts gently thrusting his finger in and out of you. It felt so weird yet so good at the same time. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan.

You tremble a bit as he adds a second digit, his fingers picking up speed as they thrust in and out of your tight, virgin pussy.

After a minute he pulls out his fingers, licking your juices off of them.

“Are you ready for the real thing, my love?” He wanted to make sure this is really what you wanted.

“I-I’m ready.” You reply shakily, and with that he discards his boxers, freeing his massive erection from it’s confines. He positions it at your entrance.

“This is going to hurt for a bit, baby. Tell me if you need me to stop.” And with that, he gently pushes into your virginity. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the pain. It wasn’t unbearable, it just hurt quite a bit.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Let me in baby.” He groans and pushes deeper until his whole thick length rested inside of you. You closed your eyes at the pain, hoping it would go away soon.

“Tell me when I can start moving, okay baby?” He says gently, making sure to give your virgin body time to adjust to his massive length.

After a minute the pain subsides, being replaced with pleasure. You quickly wanted more.

“P-please, m-move…” You beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He begins to thrust, keeping a slow and steady pace, not wanting you to feel any discomfort.

He smiled as you let out a series of moans and he started to pick up the pace, letting out grunts and groans of pleasure of his own.

“Mmm, Y-Yoongi!” You moan his name loudly. The pleasure of him filling you overwhelming your senses.

“You like that, baby?” He pants out, slamming into you know, making you moan even louder, desperately nodding st his question.

“Words, doll, words.” He growls out, his lips attacking your neck, sucking and nipping gently.

“Ah, y-yes! I-I l-love it!” You say, barely able to form words as you felt your orgasm building.

He repositions his hips so he slams against your g-spot with every thrust, making you cry out in ectasy.

“Fuck, cum for me, baby! Let me feel you cum around my cock!” He reaches down and rubs your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through your body as you came undone around him, crying out his name in pure ectasy.

Yoongi followed not long after, pulling out and shooting his load all over your stomach as he pants heavily.

“That was fucking amazing. Are you okay? Did I go to hard for your first time?” He looks down at you, worried he hurt you.

You smile up at him and shake your head.

“It was perfect.” You reply, blushing as you see his sweaty face flushed with satisfaction.

He smiles at you, gently kissing you.

“I’ll clean you up, baby.” He says. That’s when you notice the blood dripping down your thighs and your eyes widen in panic.

“Shh, don’t worry. It’s normal to bleed after losing your virginity.” He reassures you, quickly grabbing a warm damp towel and cleaning off the blood and gently dabbing your entrance, making sure not to hurt you as he knew you were still sensitive. He then moved up, cleaning his cum off of your stomach, making sure you felt clean. He uses the same towel to wipe of his cock that was slick with your juices and a bit of your blood.

After he throws the towel in the hamper, he goes to his closet, grabbing a pair of his comfy sweatpants and tshirts and giving them to you. Yes they were big on you, but you loved how comfy his clothes were.

He got himself a pair of boxers along with sweatpants and a shirt, putting them on and laying down next to you. Both of you now had clothes on.

“I love you so much, princess.” He whispers, kissing your forehead affectionately. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Get some rest, you must be exhausted.” He says, clearly caring for you a lot as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace.

The next morning you groaned, feeling sore from last nights events. You then smelt something amazing coming from the kitchen and you curiously go out there, seeing Yoongi cooking your favorite, french toast.

“What’s this for?” You happily hugged him from behind, watching as he cooked the pieces.

“It’s for you, my love. You must be hungry and sore from last night. I left some painkillers and water for you on the counter to hopefully help. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes.” He smiles at you. He loved your backhugs.

As you went over to where the painkillers and water you smiled to yourself.

What a gentleman

You thought in your head. You were happy with him and had no regrets letting him be the one to take your virginity last night. You loved him and he loved you.

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borahaerhy · 8 months

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Regime - one || myg

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x NewRecruit!Fem!Reader

Genre: Anti-Capitalist Gang au, Found Family, Smut, Angst

Series Warnings: anti-capitalism! mental illness, some gang violence, unaliving, smut, hella angst, drug/alcohol usage, very fowl language

Warnings: y/n uses all the self-defense, quite literally bites a chunk out of someone's hand, everyone has a gun, there are a few hostages, Yoongi kicks someone in the face, y/n very casually holds a gun to someone's head, references to y/n's childhood being... interesting (relatives' drug usage briefly mentioned), Yoongi's tries to manipulate y/n for like 2 seconds, y/n definitely has depression, someone gets murdered, Yoongi almost exclusively goes by Agust, References to Nick being hella shitty, what the fuck is going on with Kevin?

Wordcount: 3.2k

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It was odd.

The parking lot of your job being completely empty had only happened on one other occasion that you could recall; that was because it was Easter, and everyone had gone home early.

But today was different. It wasn’t a holiday, and there should have been plenty of work to get done; yet there was no one. Not a single car in the parking lot. As you drove past, you turned your attention to the side of the building, where security parked. You pulled into the space beside the empty car of one of your coworkers, Nick.

But it’s ten minutes until shift change; first shift should still be here. Did Nick let them leave early for some reason? Aside from yours and Nick's, there was only one other car in the entire lot. A black SUV parked haphazardly beside Nick's car; and it was still running.

While all of this might scream “danger” to others that would have seen it, to you, while it was weird, that's all it was: weird. It’s a relatively small company; one where there were so few employees that they were all friends. Everyone knew everyone and they often all liked to fuck with one another, maybe this was just some kind of prank.

While the company was small, it was also one that had no problem fucking over its employees when it comes to their paychecks; even whenever the company execs wanted to come in and check the place out, they certainly never would’ve listened to any complaints about pay.

You cautiously walked up to the door and punched in the pin before you opened the door and stepped in. As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you walked into something you definitely wished you hadn’t.

Tied up in the middle of the floor was the owner of the building, and the one who ran this branch of the company, Kevin, along with the guy supposed to work your shift with you, Nick. They were completely surrounded by men in black, all of them with guns pointed at the two men's heads. Kevin looked like he just got into a fight and lost; blood covering him, his nose crooked while Nick had a swollen lip. In front of them, there was just one man, but as soon as your eyes had adjusted to the dark building, all of them were looking at you.

Seconds after you walked in, your arms were pinned behind your back and a hand covered your mouth. “Just make sure she doesn’t go anywhere for a second, I have to deal with this asshole before I talk to her,”

While as a security officer, you hadn’t been formally trained in any kind of combat, you did grow up with uncles. A lot of them, and they would all get varying levels of high and various substances and decide that you needed to know how to defend yourself.

So while the man that spoke, the one standing in front of Nick and Kevin kicks Nick in the chin - no doubt knocking out a few of his teeth - you stamped down on the foot of the man behind you and bit a chunk of flesh from his hand clean off. He screamed, letting go of you so you could turn around and knee him in the groin as one of your hands took the gun out of his side holster and held it to his head.

You stood beside him, facing the group of people with one hand holding the gun to his head while the other was up, level with your head to show you weren't armed more than what they could see. You spit out the chunk of flesh that you still had in your mouth, mostly for dramatic effect, and slowly moved your free hand down to wipe the blood from your lips.

Everyone was staring at you, even the boss was staring at you with a kind of intensity that would’ve been hard for anyone to withstand. “You can finish whatever you were doing, I’m not going anywhere, I just don’t really like people touching me,” Your hand was back up next to your head, but no one moved. All the men just looked back and forth between their boss and you, and Kevin and Nick both looked like they’d just been saved.

The one that just kicked your coworker, the one you presumed to be the boss, started walking toward you. He moved slowly and carefully as he pulled each of the weapons he had on him, showed them to you carefully, before he threw them down on the ground. He pulled one last weapon from the inside of his boot, a small pocket knife, and threw it to the ground, too, as he stopped a few feet in front of you.

“I’m unarmed, and so is he. I would appreciate it if you put the gun down,” He spoke calmly, eyebrows raised and hands up. While it was hard to think of where he’d be hiding a seventeenth weapon, you also wouldn’t put it past the man that just pulled sixteen weapons off his person to have a secret compartment in the bottom of his shoe.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, his face covered with a ski-mask like the rest of them, only his eyes visible to you; dark brown pools of honey that bore into you, but they weren’t as harsh or intimidating as you would’ve thought someone like him to be. They were soft, almost gentle as they moved back and forth between yours.

“You might not be, but they are,” You looked over at the men that surrounded your coworker and boss, his gaze following yours.

“They’re not going to do anything, you’re not the target here; they are. Just put the gun down and we can talk,” You looked carefully at him, then at the people behind him, before you slowly raised the hand with a gun in it, before crouching down slightly and slid it across the ground, making sure it was well out of reach of anyone before you stood again.

“Kay, come get Mars and clean him up for me, everyone else, don’t let them move a muscle,” He was facing his men as he spoke, but turned back to you once he’d finished. “You probably know this place better than I do, so I’ll let you lead the way,” You looked over to the door to one of the conference rooms briefly, before you looked back over to him, Kay already collection Mars from off the ground beside you.

“That room there would work fine, I’ll meet you in there but I need to get my water out of my bag,” He looked you up and down skeptically, about to say something before you cut him off again. “It’s just to rinse your friends hand out of my mouth, I’ll leave the bottle out here,” He paused slightly, then nodded once, stepping toward the door you’d just referenced to. You moved slowly as you got your water from your bag, rinsing out your mouth thoroughly before you took one last gulp and swallowed it. You put the bottle back down and headed into the room.

“You can have the chair, I’ll stand,” He gestured to the only chair in the room as he leaned against the table across from you. You crossed your arms and leaned against the door.

“I’m good with standing,” He nodded briefly before he took his mask off, revealing his admittedly handsome face to you.

“My name is Agust, I’m the leader of the group of people out there with your coworkers. We’re here because Kevin, the owner of this branch has been stealing from his employees to pad his own pockets-”

“And why’s Nick out there?” You asked, trying not to let your anger show too much, but your not sure how successful you were judging by the look on his face.

“Nick’s here because when he pulled in, I had my guy out in the parking lot run his tags and we found him to be… a really shitty person, to put it mildly,” You swallowed thickly, feeling almost a sense of relief that your suspicions were right, and you weren’t just overthinking about him.

“Yeah, that checks out,” You nodded, looking down at your feet as you let your arms fall, sliding them into your pockets. “So why are you here? Kevin likes to fuck over his employee’s, sure, that’s shitty, but what’s in it for you?” He looked you up and down again, as if trying to gauge whether or not you were worthy of knowing this information or not.

“I’ll tell you, eventually, but I have a few questions of my own first,” He crossed his arms as he stood straighter.

“Like?”

“Your name, for starters,” You laughed slightly, extra air flying out of your nostrils as you smirked lightly and cocked your head to the side.

“Ah, so I’m supposed to believe that you had someone run Nick’s plates but not mine?” It was his turn to smirk, his head falling slightly as he nodded.

“Alright, Y/n. Let’s get really into it, then,” His demeanor changed, the once kind eyes now seemed to drop their facade, his face bore a cocky smirk and his overall presence was that of a leader. Someone calm and collected, even when his initial plan was swept off it’s feet; he still knew exactly what his next step would be. “Why are you pretending you don’t care about Kevin fucking over his employees?”

Your own attitude changes slightly as he forces you out of your facade the same way you did his. Your shoulders dropped slightly as you felt all the color drain from your face. You cleared your throat a stood up a little straighter, trying to mimic his own attitude. “Because I’d like to know a little more about you and your organization; I already knew Kevin was a piece of shit, I don’t need you, or anyone else to tell me that,”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked you up and down again. There was something about the way he was looking at you, as if he was trying to see into your mind, see what you were thinking. “Why would it matter who I am if I want to bring someone like him to justice?” You sighed as you changed your stance slightly as you tried to think of a way to explain.

“It matters because all you’d have to do to get me on your side is tell me what Kevin’s done, how long he’s been doing it, and what you plan to do about it; and I’d probably agree with you based purely off my emotions rather than if I actually agree with you or not. But if I know who you are, what you and your group are capable of, and what you plan on doing in the future, I can judge you based on logic; wether you’re inherently shitty or not.” A knowling smile seeps across his features, an almost proud look as he listened to you speak.

“And why would I want you to agree with me, princess?” You scoffed, although you were far from offended; knowing the game he was playing.

“I’ve seen your face and I know that you’re the leader; not to mention the chunk of DNA that belongs to your friend still wedged between my teeth, and how it got there. Either you have to find a way to get rid of me, or recruit me,” He looks impressed as he steps down from the table and takes a small step toward you.

“Let me re-introduce myself. My name is Yoongi, and I’m the leader of an anticapitalist organization. We steal from the rich, especially the ones that make a game out of fucking their employees out of the money they worked hard for. I don’t want to get rid of you, as you put it, because that’d be a waste; but I don’t want to recruit you just because you took a chunk out of one of my best man’s hands - or because you took his gun from him like it was nothing, or because I know you have plenty reason to want to fuck over the same people that have fucked you and your family,” He paused, taking another small step toward you, now standing less than a foot away from you.

“I want to recruit you because you’re scared shitless right now,” His voice was much lower, a serious tone filling the space between you as the smirk was gone from his face. “You still don’t know if I have a weapon on me, or if I’m going to let you out of here alive, or if we’ve hurt any of your friends or coworkers. But here you stand, speaking to me as confidently as someone that knows they’re more powerful than me,” His eyes bore into yours as if he could see your entire life laid out on a platter with just one glance.

“So, Y/n,” He took a step back, arms crossed over his chest confidently as he looked at you almost sweetly. “You’re not who we were after, and I don’t find you to be a threat to us. So, you’re free to go, if you want. You don’t have to worry about us following you or keeping tabs on you; you can just go home, go on with your life and forget this ever happened.” He paused, looking you up and down. "Or,” He leaned back against the table, one leg crossed over the other.

“You can come with us,” You stood silently for a moment, eyes only leaving Yoongi when he finished speaking. You pushed yourself from the door and took a few steps over to the window and looked out of it, taking in the world as you had been seeing it for the past several months, before you closed your eyes, drinking in the inky black that the cover that your eyelids provide.

You’d noticed that everything looks different throughout different phases of my life; as if there are filters over your eyes that change the colors and shadows in accordance to how you’re feeling. Some memories are all cool-toned, some warm. Some memories look yellowed, like they’d been tea-stained while others seemed more vibrant and vivid than anything else you’d ever seen.

For the past couple of months, everything’s been dull. The world’s almost been in grey-scale as you try to find a purpose; try to find something to do with yourself. Nothing looks or feels like it used to; but for the first time in months, you are scared. You’re terrified. You smile as you relish in the feeling, the first true, raw emotion you’d felt in months.

When you open your eyes, there’s color in the world again. The trees dance in the wind with various shades of red and orange and brown; the sky beyond them littered with soft purple hues as the sun was already beginning to set into the autumn sky.

“What happens if I decide to go with you?” You turn to look at him as you finish speaking, a light smirk on his lips before he turns to face you.

“You come back to our base with us, we show you around, show you the ropes, and figure out how you’d best assist us. Then, if you decide you want to leave, you can. If you still want to have your job here and go back to your home and just help us out on the weekends, you can. You can also live with us and work with us full-time; but no matter what, I’d be sending you home tonight. This is something you need to think over.” You nodded again, still trying to take everything in.

“And as far as Kevin goes, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” You shook your head and raised your hands, stopping him from saying anything further.

“I don’t want to know anything about what he did,” Yoongi nodded as he looked at you almost empathetically. “But, I’ll uhm, I’ll go with you,” His facial expression softened lightly as he smiled at you.

Your relief very quickly changed when he reached behind his back and pulled out yet another gun and out the barrel right next to your head and pulled the trigger, shooting through the wall behind you. The sound was deafening but you didn’t flinch, your eyes never leaving his as his smirk grew wider yet.

“Wait here, Princess. I’ll come back to get you in a few minutes,” He pulled the mask back down over his face before he opened the door and stepped out, all eyes suddenly on him. “She had a real fucking mouth on her, didn’t she?” Yoongi sauntered back over to where his captives were tied up, gun casually swinging in his grasp as he walks.

“Kept talking about her mom; something about her still being alive if only she’d gotten her benefits like she was supposed to,” He kneeled down in front of Kevin, using the barrel of the gun to point at him. “That sound familiar to you, Kev?” Kevin was shaking, eyes wide as they bounced back and forth between the gun and Agust, who was only smirking at the terrified face of his captive.

“Cat got your tongue? Nick?” At his lack of response, Agust moved the gun from Kevin to Nick, the barrel now only inches from his head. “Do you know anything about that?” Nick shook his head wildly, eyes clenched shut as tears spilled out of them.

It pissed him off how scared they acted. He had a gun to their heads and they just bawled like babies; as if they hadn’t done the same thing time and time again to others. Kevin took money away from people that needed it. Money that he definitely didn’t need; and in doing so, he took away not only financial stability, but the lives of the people that depended on that money.

And while Nick didn’t steal from the poor like Kevin did, that didn’t make him any less of a piece of shit. He’d been accused of many crimes in his life; including attempted manslaughter, statutory rape, and several different domestic violence charges, but he’d never been convicted of any of them. There was never even a trial, just complaints dropped the day after they were filed, along with several very large transactions coming out of his obscenely rich father’s bank account.

So watching them sit here and sob when their lives were threatened, knowing fully that they’ve put others in this very situation with their greed and ignorance enraged him. August pressed the gun to Nick’s temple and pulled the trigger, blood spraying all over Kevin's face in the process.

Kevin screamed, loud sobs filling the warehouse that only pissed him off more. “Shut up, would you?” The gun was back under Kevin’s chin, his sobs silencing almost instantly as the gun forced him to look up. “I’m not going to kill you,” He took his time pulling the gun away from Kevin, eventually putting it into the waistband of his jeans before he carefully stood, his gaze already on the door you were behind as his men pulled Kevin up and dragged him out to their car. “Not yet, anyway.”

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bunnyksj · 2 months

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Can you do a free use or mean dom! Yoongi and then it cute to both of y’all being cute and giggly and aftercare and in love with each other :3

Converse High - MYG x Reader

Summary: You wanna spend time with Yoongi, but hes so busy, but even when hes working he always has time to put you in your place (>w<)

Author’s Note: TYSM FOR UR REQUEST !!!, i hope you liked it lol, i love mean dom yoongi cries, more requests and fics coming (^o^)

TAGS: smutty smut (MDNI), mean!dom!yoongi, lowkey highkey brat tamer yoongi, bratty!reader, slight sir kink i guess, no willy wrapping, creampies, light choking, PWP, degradation, he marks you up 🗣️,spanking, HES WEARING RINGS GUYS, softy yoongi at the end RAHH, bro acts all tough but he's really not.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

“Cmon, baby..” He whispers huskily in your ear, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I have to open you up for me.”

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If there was one thing you loved more than anything, it was pushing Yoongi over the edge. Flashing an innocent smile whilst you ran your hands over his chest whilst he tried to work. Kneeling between his legs, feeling him up. He thought you knew better by now, but how could you quit when being punished is so much fun! Feeling his hands grip your waist until it left pretty bruises, him ramming into you until you gushed all over the sheets, his leaving red marks all over your ass. How could you not play with him every once in a while?

“Yoongi!” You called. “I’m so bored…how much longer are you gonna be working for.”

You pouted, Yoongi had promised to watch your favorite movie with you when he finished working. It's been 2 hours since he said that!! All your snacks are already gone, and your friends are all far too busy to be texting you. What is his issue anyways? Can’t he put his girl first for once?

“I told you, angel. I’m nearly done, can’t you just be patient?”

Who was he to tell you to be patient? You’ve literally have already waited 2 fucking hours for him to get his damn ass up and join you for christ sake! Sighing, you walked back to your shared bedroom, when your eyes lit up. It was time to take matters into your own hands.

Who could blame you really? The light pink, lingerie dress was Yoongi’s favorite. The cute bow on the front and tight material that hung to your curves like a glove, it drove him crazy everytime. It wasn’t your fault you happened to walk by his office, the lingerie hugging your ass perfectly, the thin fabric only slightly covering your backside. You didn't ask him to look at you. Or follow you into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong Yoongi? I thought you had work to do?” You smirked softly, playing with the end of the dress, batting your lashes innocently.

He stares down at you, his eyes darkening and roaming over your body.

“You wanna see what happens to dirty sluts like you?”

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The feeling of his fingers playing with your entrance brings you back to reality. Softly needing and playing with your sensitive flesh, stroking your clit. You whine softly, leaning into his touch.

“Bend over my lap, sweet angel.” He whispers softly, like he was asking you to dance and not spank you until your ass is raw and red.

“Yes sir.��

You obeyed, crawling over to his lap, laying down on your chest, your pretty ass in the air for him. Slowly, he peels your panties off, a small smirk forming on his lips. His hand softly caresses your delicate skin, he pulls his hand back, ready to strike.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and count for me, right princess? Ten slaps, okay?”

“Mhm…” You said softly, bracing for impact.

His hands slap against your ass, his rings already leaving marks on your skin. He soothingly rubs the skin, before getting ready for the next slap.

“O-one..thank you, sir.”

He brings his hands down again. And again. And again. Marking your soft skin with his hands, leaving red marks all over your pretty ass, his rings only heightening the intensity of his spanking, leaving deep marks on your backside.

“N-nine…”

He slaps your ass even harder, the metal rings leaving a lingering sting. “Go on.”

“N-nine, thank you sir.”

He smirks softly, his hand raising for the final time, slapping hard against your ass.

“Ten..” You whimper “Thank you…sir..”

He rubs your ass soothingly, caressing the tender skin that's been all marked up by his firm hands.

“Good girl, now lay on the bed angel. Gonna fuck you so good…you’re already dripping and wide open, so ready for me aren’t you?”

He says, against your ear, his voice low and serious. He gives you a light shove, throwing your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance. His tip rubs against your sensitive folds, sending shivers up your spine.

“Yoongi, please…need you so bad sir..”

“Yeah, my little princess wants to be fucked like a cheap whore? Want me to claim this slutty pussy, fill it up with my thick cum?”

You nod, whining, rubbing your hips to meet his. He growls raspily, slowly sliding himself inside you, filling you to the brim. His thick cock rubs against your walls, tip hitting your sweet spot so good it already has you seeing stars.

“Such a fucking slut, dripping from a few spanks huh? You wanna be fucked baby, beg for it, little brat.”

His hands slide up your chest, reaching your throat, softly gripping. It doesn't choke you fully, but you feel the pressure of his firm hands against your throat, the cool metal of the rings against your flushed skin causes you to flinch slightly, but you don't dare pull away. He moves his hips more rapidly, slamming into yours, lewd wet sounds filling the room around you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Such a little brat, always begging to be fucked, huh? You like being a little cumdump?”

You nod pathetically, your body slamming against his, your breasts bouncing in sync with his thrusts lewdly. Your vision blurring slightly, only just able to make out his slight smirk, looking down on you with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips.

“You look so damn good, all fucked out, can’t even think huh?”

You whimper desperately, drooling slightly. “Yoongie~”

You fuck yourself into him, barely able to form coherent words, just spewing out whines and babbles of his name, crying out in pleasure. He continues to fuck his thick cock into you, filling you so deep.

“F-fuck..Yoongie…can feel you here…” You say breathless, between moans, your hand brushing over your stomach.

“Yeah..you feel how deep I am baby? How fucking good it feels to have me claim you? You love it right? Love being my good girl, my sweet little slut.”

“Y-yes! I love it..wanna be yours Yoongie.”

“Yeah, pretty slut. Gonna let me fill this cunt up right? Fill you up so well?”

“Mhm~! Please..cum in me..” You cry, arching up to meet his thrusts.

“Such a good girl…” He growls deeply in your ear, his cock twitching before filling you to the brim with thick cum. He bites at your neck, leaving pretty marks all over you as he spills his seed inside your tight hole, riding out his high.

You whine loudy, throwing your arms around Yoongi's shoulders as you cry out his name, digging your nails into his back as you clench around him, cumming all over his cock. Your lips meet his in a messy kiss, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your orgasms.

Yoongi falls onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your marked neck. He inhales, taking in the scent of your perfume and sweat, the scent of your arousal still lingering. He smiles softly, brushing the hair away from your face.

“You’re so pretty, angel. Love you so much..” He says softly, kissing your cheek gently.

You giggle, face still flushed, snuggling into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck, feeling his warm embrace comfort and soothe you. “Love you too, Yoongie. But goddamn, there's no way I'm walking tomorrow.”

He smiles, laughing softly into your neck, his arms resting on your waist, holding you firmly against his chest. “Looks like I’m gonna have to take care of you then, pretty baby, how about we watch that movie you wanted yeah?” His hands move to squish your cheeks softly, placing a kiss on your delicate lips.

You smirk softly, eyes lighting up. You always knew how to get what you wanted.

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breezybangtanbebe · 2 months

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Give it to me: MYG❤️‍🔥

Tags: YoongixReader(1st person), angry sex, jealous long haired Yoongi🥵, fingering, dirty talk.

A/N: this is from my vault and I meant to put it up on his birthday 😩 but ya girl be busy with life. Oh well.

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My back hit the wall and my brow creases slightly from the force of him pushing me. But I soon forget once Yoongi is stepping up, pressing his body firmly against mine to continue devouring my mouth.

We kiss sloppily at first, all teeth and tongue colliding as we fought for dominance. My hands are already reaching for his zipper eagerly and just when I'm able to get it down, he slaps my hand away.

"Uh uhn...You wait." He scolds against my lips, picking up where I left off but on my zipper. The button pops and the zipper gives way as he pushed his deft hand down and under my panties.

God, I hate him.

But fuck....I love him...

Yoongi wedges his foot between mine, forcing me to widen my stance just enough for him to be able to push his hand deeper beneath my panties. The moment it cups my sex, he groans at how wet I already am. He shifts his middle and index finger against each other, chuckling at the slickness collecting between them.

"This shit turns you on? Pissing me off?" He asks. Before I can think of a response, Yoongi begins toying with my clit. Trapping it between those two fingers for a little squeeze then commencing to rub it.

Up and down.

Side to side.

In a circular motion.

"..mmmhmm.." I whimper as Yoongi sucks my bottom lip between his teeth gently. He pulls back, tugging my lip towards him before releasing it.

"Tell me you want it..." he says softly but there's a darkness in the way his voice deepened that makes me tremble. All I can do is moan against his lips as his fingers teased at my clit.

He pulls his hand away from my heat and begins snaking it up my front, cupping my breast through my shirt briefly before clasping it around my neck.

His other hand replaces his touch between my legs but this time his fingers are plunging deep inside of me, making my jaw drop in a silent cry of ecstasy.

Yoongi leans his head back just enough for him to see my face and his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek with focus as he finger fucked me slowly.

"Look at you...you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you thought you had to be a lil brat to get it..." he snarks, narrowing his gaze at me. His grip tightens around my throat as he leans in to kiss me again, coaxing my tongue out to tangle with his.

He sighs with satisfaction when my lips latch around his tongue to suck it and he overtakes the kiss moving his lips more fervently.

All the while his fingers are stroking my walls, slow and intentional, making my arousal mount with every delicious movement.

He pulls away, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch and break between our mouths.

"..so fucking nasty, baby..." he whispers, resting his forehead against mine as his fingers picked up their pace. By now, my jeans were halfway down my thighs and the crotch of my panties are soaked from Yoongi's fingers.

My breathing is staggered and heavy, panting like I'm in heat from how horny he has me.

"Baby...baby please.." I mumble and Yoongi hums questioningly as he presses against my sweet spot.

"Tell me you want this dick, baby. You want it so fucking bad...Yeah, you want it, I know." He teases and coos with his lips only a breath away from mine, smirking at the way I squirm and whine against the wall.

He was now rubbing against my g-spot feverishly, damn near moaning at the sounds I was making for him.

My walls clench and hug his fingers the closer he pushed me and just as I'm about to explode, he pulls his hands away from my body. My eyes flutter at his absence and I whine at the subsiding sizzle of my impending orgasm.

Just then, Yoongi lowers enough to hook his arms under my thighs to place around his waist. My body is pushed up on the wall and I drape my arms over his shoulders, reaching up to run my fingers through his silky soft hair that he'd be growing out.

Our lips meet again, only pecking softly as Yoongi held me up by cupping my ass cheeks and he walks us over towards his bed carefully.

He then lays me down and undresses me so lovingly that I forget that we were beefing for a moment. His touch is so gentle and there's a softness in his gaze as he looms over me, studying the features of the woman he just couldn't get away from even if he wanted to.

"You're so beautiful.." were his first words in what felt like minutes. It doesn't come off as a compliment. It's declarative. He says it to me as of it were a fact that he wouldn't dare argue to be anything less.

If I weren't so worked up, I would probably be saying the same from the way he was looking at me so deeply.

After a beat, his soft expression goes resentful and he sits back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head.

"But...I'm still mad. Roll over." He commands before hopping off the bed. I lay there naked, watching him move across the room towards his dresser and he opens the top drawer to retrieve what I can only assume is a condom.

I frown at the shift in his demeanor, pushing myself up on my elbows to watch him push down his jeans and underwear with the condom wrapper trapped between his teeth.

He returns to the bed, not even sparing me a glance until he rips the foil wrapper with his teeth casually.

He perks his brow curiously.

"I gotta repeat myself?" Yoongi asks coldly and for the first time since we'd been fighting, I'm taken aback by how irritated he was. My bottom lip pokes out and trembles a little.

"Why are being so mean?" I ask, attempting to sound vulnerable. Yoongi regards me blankly, blinking slowly before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean...I just asked a question." he sighs.

"You are though. Since we left the restaurant. You've been in this pissy ass mood. I didn't ask Tae to peel my shrimp for me! He just did!" I exclaim, not giving a damn about rehashing it.

Yoongi's eyes shoot to the ceiling.

"And here we go...." he sighs, and I fold my arms over my bare chest defiantly.

"Yes! Here we go! All of this could be settled if you'd just use your words like an adult instead of taking your frustrations out on me through sex. If you want to talk then we can just talk..." I shrug and Yoongi's eyes drag from above, down to his dick then back up at me.

"I don't want to talk. I wanna fuck. You wanna talk." He says callously.

"Because you're treating me like I cheated on you or something. All over some damn shrimp! That I didn't even need help peeling! Tae just volunteered..."

"And you let him..." Yoongi deadpans, his response nearly making me snort. I narrow my eyes at him for a moment, trying my hardest not to focus on how good he looked his pristine milky smooth skin, perfect body, and his hard dick pointing at me.

The fact that it hadn't dropped or bowed since we'd been talking was proving that he was just as turned on by arguing as I was.

Lil freaky ass...

"Well you weren't gonna help me so..." I clap back, sounding just as petty as intended and Yoongi sucks his teeth in disgust.

"You can peel your own fucking shrimp! You're not helpless..." he responds and I make the most childish sound of annoyance known to man.

"Oh my god.... that's not the point!" I huff, pushing myself up from leaning on my elbows to leaning on my hands. Yoongi remains at the foot of the bed, gloriously nude and hard. My eyes flit down to his dick and then back up to his face.

"I know what this is all about though...You're jealous." I state boldly and it takes a moment for Yoongi to respond. His jaw tenses.

"Of who? Tae?" He lifts his brow and I nod.

"Tae. Hobi. Jungkook...anyone near me that isn't you." I shrug.

A few seconds pass and a humorless smirk crosses Yoongi's face, the expression not touching his dark and angered eyes.

"Careful.."

"Why? It's true. You might as well just admit it." I challenge him, drawing my legs up and crossing them sultrily. Yoongi doesn't fall into the teasing gesture, keeping his hardened glare on my face.

"No." He says, sounding more irritated than before.

"Admit. It..." I smirk back at him, tilting my head and biting my lip. I lean back just a bit to rest on my elbows again and Yoongi's eyes drop from my face to my breast, traveling down my torso slowly toward the apex of my thick thighs.

Then he looks back up, locking eyes with me sternly.

"You tryna start another argument or you tryna get fucked? Which is it?"

Oop.

The question halts whatever smart assed response I had ready in the chamber and like a good little slut, I dutifully roll onto my stomach. I then push my ass up and arch my back in the way I already knew he wanted me.

Yoongi remains silent behind me and I resist smirking when I feel the mattress give under the weight of him climbing on the bed. The sound of him pushing the latex circle from the foil packaging is followed by the warmth of his hand grazing over the curve of my backside.

His favorite attribute of mine that even when he hated my guts, he could resist touching. Knowing this, I begin swaying my hips so that my ass jiggles beneath his hand and Yoongi grabs a handful of my ass harshly as if to scold me.

But he says nothing, only pressing his pelvis into me, holding me by the waist with one hand and slapping his dick against the face of my pussy with the other. I deepen the arch in my back and moan softly at the weight of his dick smacking against my sensitive wetness, letting Yoongi know I was ready for him.

He keeps his eyes low, watching his length grow shinier as it's coated with my arousal, rocking himself back and forth to rub his thick shaft against me teasingly.

I grind back against him, winding my hips in the way I knew drove him crazy for an added effect. Yoongi squeezes my cheek again, but this time he pulls his hand back to slap it hard to watch it ripple against his hand.

The sudden blow has me crying out and Yoongi scoffs bitterly at the sound.

"Shut up." He snaps, suddenly entering me without any warning.

Yoongi's dick is thick and it's his girth more than his length that always has me running. He pushes himself deep, anchoring me still by the waist and sinking as far as could go. His tip presses against my cervix, making me stutter against the bedsheets but that only encourages him to go harder.

Yoongi fucked me like he hated me.

Hard and merciless. Snapping into me so that my head damn near hits the wall. He alternates between fucking me fast and slow, most likely for his benefit.

Backshots were his strength and his weakness. He loved the power and dominance he gained from this position but he also was a sucker when it came to watching my ass bounce back against him.

Taking him like a champ, stroke for stroke.

"What happened to all that mouth, huh? All that shit you were just talking...." He grits, fucking me harder for emphasis.

My voice had gone hoarse forever ago and it was barely audible now that Yoongi was pushing me down further with his hands at my waist and his leg propped up on the mattress.

Sweat dripped down his chest, dipping between his and into his naval. His neck-length hair was spiking at the ends and sticking to his forehead and nape in some places.

A visual I wished I could have taken in for myself.

But I barely see anything through my tears and blurred vision. Face down on the pillows with my ass up, I let Yoongi take me over the edge over and over again.

It's after cumming for the fourth time that I can tell he's about to explode. I only know because he becomes less inhibited and the sexy grunts and growls turn into deep pleasured groans. I could probably cum from listening to that alone.

"Ugh...Fuckfuckfuck baby fuck..." Yoongi moans, tipping his head back to shake his sweaty hair from his face. He licks his lips before biting down hard on his bottom lip, fucking me fast and hard as he chased his nut. My moans rival his as we both mumble pleasured expletives in harmony until Yoongi slams himself so deep that I nearly choke.

His jaw drops and he releases an elated exhale, his eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of me. I feel him thumping and pulsing against my walls, and I'm suddenly bitter at the fact that he wore a condom.

Though I could commend him for being precautious and safe, at the moment I would have loved feeling his hot seed dripping from my slit as he pulled out.

I remain in the position since I'm too lazy and stunned to move, and the warmth of his presence abandons me for only a minute. I'm welcomed by a different type of warmth as he wipes over my pussy and inner thighs with a damp washcloth.

Even when he hates me, he loves me.

What a catch.

Giving my ass one more gentle slap, Yoongi pushes me over and becomes the big spoon behind me. He pulls the blanket over us and we lay there naked, my back to his front. His head rests over my hair, putting his lips near the shell of my ear.

"Id peel your shrimp for you, you know...for the record.." I remark sleepily with a sly smirk and Yoongi immediately releases me from his embrace to roll over.

"Wow...what a baby. I was joking..." I giggle, chasing him over the sheets.

"Stop talking..." He murmurs sleepily, but he doesn't resist my touch as I wrapped my arms around his waist to make him become the little spoon.

Which he preferred anyway.

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ze-eternalmarsh · 2 months

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Name: Soulmate Outing

Ship: Taegi (Taehyung/Yoongi) - BTS

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: M/M

Wordcount: 12,370k

Type: One Shot

Tags: soulmates, soulmarks, tattoos, soulmate AU, homophobia, transphobia, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, coffee shop AU, hurt/comfort, soft, fluff, angst (a little), happy ending, cuddling/snuggling

Summary:

In a world where soulmates are identified by tattoos of the first sentence their soulmate says to them, Min Yoongi didn't expect to be thrown into a pretty complicated situation when he meets his.

Aka: what happens when you accidentally "out" (not really) your soulmate by meeting him in front of his homophobic parents?

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btsugarush · 4 months

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Hide & Seek | myg (m.list)

❝do you find me sadistic?❞

summary: desperate to rid yourself of crime and murder for the sake of your unborn child, you escape your mafia husband and start fresh with a new man and new identity; but just as life seemed perfect, your former husband shows you that he isn’t too keen on letting you go. you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?

pairings: mafia boss!yoongi x f!reader, kim taehyung x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, tattooed!yoongi, gunplay, use of guns/swords, dom!yoongi, manipulation, abuse, drugs, decapitation, possessive behavior, kidnapping, angst, murder, strong language, torture, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: oop, another one. hope the anons get mad like it truly affects their life and send hate. anyway my favorite movie in the whole world is kill bill, and when i saw this image of yoongi with a sword it gave me kill bill vibes, so yanno i had to do that for the one time.

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dollfaceksj · 11 months

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✱ all works are written by me. no reposts. ✱

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·˚ ༘ the pink pill | knj ver (m) ✦ [ ♡, ✄ ]

↳ [ drugdealer!namjoon x fem!reader ⋆ acquaintances ⋆ pwp ⋆ one-shot ]

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·˚ ༘ met him last night | ksj (m) ✦ [ ♡, ✓ ]

↳ [ nerd!seokjin x fem!reader ⋆ plot-twist ⋆ porn with plot ⋆ two-faced seokjin ⋆ two-shot ]

COMPLETED

·˚ ༘ the pink pill | ksj ver (m) ✦ [ ♡, ✄ ]

↳ [ incubus!seokjin x fem!reader ⋆ neighbors ⋆ porn without plot ⋆ one-shot ]

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·˚ ༘ schemin’ | myg (m) ✦ [ ♡, ♤, ♧, ✓ ]

↳ [ ceo!yoongi x fem!reader ⋆ producer!yoongi ⋆ artist!reader ⋆ boss/employee ⋆ infidelity ]

COMPLETED

·˚ ༘ can’t afford love | myg (m) ✦ [ ♡, ♤, ♧, ✎ ]

↳ [ yoongi x fem!reader ⋆ exhusband!yoongi ⋆ divorced!au ⋆ mom!reader ⋆ dad!yoongi ⋆ exes ⋆ second chance ]

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·˚ ༘ ornery, scandalous & evil | myg (m) ✦ [ ♡, ♤, ✄ ]

↳ [ yoongi x fem!reader ⋆ age gap (post uni) ⋆ brother’s best friend ⋆ enemies ]

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·˚ ༘ bitter | jhs (m) ✦ [ ♤, ♡, ✄ ]

↳ [ hoseok x fem!reader ⋆ divorced ⋆ infidelity ⋆ porn with a little plot ⋆ one-shot ]

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·˚ ༘ the pink pill | jhs ver (m) ✦ [ ♡, ✄ ]

[ hoseok x fem!reader ⋆ established relationship ⋆ porn without plot ⋆ one-shot ]

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·˚ ༘ everybody loves somebody | pjm (m) ✦ [ ♤, ♡, ✓ ]

↳ [ jimin x fem!reader ⋆ best friends ⋆ fwb ⋆ hanahaki disease ⋆ one-shot ]

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·˚ ༘ taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) ✦ [ ♡, ♤, ✓ ]

↳ [ jungkook x fem!reader ⋆ fuckboy!jk ⋆ university ⋆ toxicity ⋆ improv ⋆ crack drabble series ]

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·˚ ༘ devoted to you | jjk (m) ✦ [ ♤, ♡, ♧, ✎ ]

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·˚ ༘ still don’t know my name | jjk (m) ✦ [ ♡, ♤, ✎ ]

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melancholy-of-nadia · 10 months

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Distraction (m) | myg

title: Distraction pairing: yoongi x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; Agust D Universe (AgustDverse?) specifically in the Haegeum Universe ; Gang Leader / Mafia AU summary: After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him. warnings: dirty talk, hair pulling, slight riding, fingering, breast play, nipple sucking, slight body worship if you squint, COCKWARMING, orgasm denial kinda, she's being punished, There's two Yoongis and Thief ver. is Suga/Yoongi while the Mafia Boss is Agust D IM PUTTING A WARNING FOR THESE MEN ARE DANGEROUS note: this is my first time ever writing a bts fic AND smut in a fic. I've written fics 10 years ago for different fandoms and i never thought I'd be doing this again but I got too stuck on this idea that I needed to LET IT OUT. shout out to my beta reader @daegudrama for beta reading and being a great supporter. Idk if I'll ever expand on this fic but here it is. FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 3.6k drop date: july 1st 2023, 12:00pm pst CROSS POSTED ON AO3 here (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

You stood at the entrance of Suga's run-down, yet aesthetically-looking office in the heart of Bangkok’s Chinatown.

After an abundance of incidents, you begun working as his assistant and right-hand woman in his underground operations to take down Asia Pacific Police Detective Agust D, who moonlights as a mafia leader on the down low. A mafia leader who looks exactly like him. Someone you used to be acquainted with at some point.

As you pushed open the ornate wooden door slightly, you found Suga lying down on the sofa, engrossed in an erotic women's magazine. His face adorned with his signature mischievous smirk as he turned a few pages. Men, you thought to yourself while trying to prevent a scoff from coming out your lips.

"Yoongi," you called out, your voice cutting through the silence of the room. Since you two were closer compared to his other men, you called out to him by his real name often.

Startled, Yoongi quickly closed the magazine and tossed it aside, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Hey doll, can't you knock? I was in the middle of something." Doll, his endearing nickname for you always made you feel some type of way.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you crossed my arms. "Oh, I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know reading Playboy magazines was part of your daily agenda." you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes in the process.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed slightly, caught red-handed by his sharp-witted assistant. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's...research. Yeah, research on...current trends."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unusually flustered response. You sauntered closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Boss, if you're done 'researching,' perhaps we can focus on more pressing matters?"

Yoongi let out a deep sigh, realizing he had been caught in his moment of leisure. "You're right, doll. Let's get down to business.” He moved from his position and straightened up his posture, all business-mode Suga once again. “What's the latest update on Agust?"

As you provided a detailed report on Agust D’s actions, you couldn't help but notice a twinkle of amusement in Yoongi's eyes. He had always been a man of few words, but his gaze held a silent appreciation for your wit and fearlessness in this line of work. Since meeting Yoongi, your professional relationship with him had always been one of mutual respect and trust, despite the dark world you both inhabited.

"You've done well, doll," Yoongi finally acknowledged at the end of your report, his voice laced with admiration. "I appreciate your dedication in doing this. This isn’t easy work, especially with so many eyes and ears working for Agust."

Your heart swelled with pride, knowing that your efforts were recognized by your boss, your leader. However, you know you can’t be feeling a certain type of way over his innocent comments. You took a step closer, your voice lowering to a whisper. "Boss, may I remind you that there are eyes and ears on you too? It's crucial to maintain a certain level of decorum and professionalism."

Yoongi's lips curled into a sly side smile, his gaze locking with yours. "You're absolutely right. We should be more careful, especially when it comes to our private activities."

Your eyes widened in realization, understanding the underlying meaning in Yoongi's words. He can’t be trying to insinuate something, right? Being the brat you are, you decided to play along with his statement . A playful grin spread across your face as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa, crossing your arms once again.

"Well, Boss, if you're looking for some 'private activities,' you could always start by hiring a proper assistant to keep you entertained."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, surprised by your audacity. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he leaned back on the sofa. "Is that so? And who would you recommend for the position?"

You pretended to ponder for a moment, "Perhaps someone who knows your every move, can anticipate your needs, and can effortlessly keep you on your toes…”

“Someone like… you?" Yoongi smirked as he leaned closer, his voice filled with mischief. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and shock that he played this far into your game. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'll have to interview you for the position."

Damn, he got you cornered. Was this a dream, you thought to yourself. Usually when you’d have playful banter with Yoongi, he’d edge you on with his words and then immediately move onto business. But right now you’re left speechless.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. Funny words coming from the same man who looked and acted like a cat himself at times.

“N-No..just.. dumbfounded.” You stumbled on your nervous response before giggling, “You got me good, Yoongi.” And this is where the game ended, or so you thought.

Yoongi locked eyes with you as he reached out and gently grasped your trembling hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, causing your breath to hitch. He tugged your hand gently, coaxing you to move closer to him.

"Doll," he said softly, his tone laced with a mix of authority and tenderness. "There's no need to get so shy around me all of a sudden."

Feeling a mixture of panic and excitement, you allowed Yoongi to guide you closer until you stood right in front of him. In a swift yet gentle motion, Yoongi pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddled him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you found yourself nestled against him, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

Yoongi's voice, now filled with a soothing warmth, resonated in your ear. "You may act bratty and shy, doll, but I can see through your facade. I know you're into this” He used one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat at his bold words. Yet, you couldn't deny the exhilarating truth behind them. A mix of embarrassment and desire coursed through your veins as you looked into Yoongi's eyes, your own filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You’ve been waiting for a moment like this for so long, but it felt silly to even believe it could happen one day. Let alone on a day where you catch Yoongi looking at porn. Sounds too good to be true.

In that moment, Yoongi tightened his hold on you and gently lifted you up a little. He glanced at you wholly, taking in the sight before him. He had always thought you were beautiful since the first day you encountered him in the night market while he was being chased by Agust D’s men. He too, didn’t imagine he’d have you to himself, but somehow the sexual frustration of not having time to pleasure himself pushed a button in him to try to make a move.

He continued his movements by sliding his hands above your waist, approaching the peaks of your breasts. The soft touch sent shivers down your spine, and a blush crept across your cheeks. He looked at you to see if you were okay with moving further, to which you locked eyes with him and nodded your confirmation.

He began fondling your breasts slowly, tracing patterns of desire along your trembling flesh. His large hands on you felt so good it elicited soft gasps of pleasure from your lips. But you craved more. You wanted to feel him closer, and it seemed that he felt the same. He moved his hands to unbutton your sleeveless button front shirt from the top to bottom and then removed the garment completely.

Under the shirt revealed a white floral lace bra with a cute pink ribbon in the center. "You know, doll," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "Your bra is surprisingly cute." The sudden comment from Yoongi made your cheeks flush even more with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “It contrasts your workaholic demeanor. It’s nice to see a new side to you.”

Flushed and with a playful glint in your eyes, you mustered the courage to break free from your momentary shyness. With a teasing smile, you looked at Yoongi and whispered, “Shut up and just keep going,”

To which he smirked up at you and did just as you commanded. He went ahead and removed your bra, exposing your breasts to the slightly colder room temperature causing your nipples to pebble slowly. Yoongi groaned, squeezing your breasts together, and sucked a nipple between his lips.

Mesmerizing sounds left your mouth when he flicked your nipple with his tongue and gently bit down. His tongue swirled around your sensitive areola, teasing it to a stiff peak as he cupped and massaged your other breast with one hand. Holding yourself steady with your fingers weaved through his pretty, long dark hair, you leaned back and arched your chest in toward his face.

You craved more besides these touches to your delicate breasts, but fearing changes in your ‘boss and right-hand man’ relationship with Yoongi had you hesitating further. You moved your hands to the top of his shoulders to push him away from your chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t keep going, Yoongi.” You looked at him, before deciding to look away and continue speaking, “We’ve been focused on taking down Agust D, and if we do this… it might get in the way of our goals.”

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, “You know goals are one thing, but you think I haven’t noticed the way your body language radiates when you’re around me.”

Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?” You weren’t being that obvious about these underlying work crush feelings, have you?

“The way you carry yourself when we tease each other? When you sway your ass in your little skirts to get me riled up?” He lifted a brow up inquisitively, hands drawing circles on your thighs to carry his point home. “I know you too well to know you want this too.”

You scoffed, “Hah? Yoongi, I think all the porn mags and hentai mangas you’ve read during your free time has gotten to your head.” You cupped his face with your small palms (in comparison to his large hands) and looked at him intently. “Maybe it’s time to ease up on that, sir.”

“I’m serious, doll.” He grabbed your hands away from his face and stared harshly, “I'd rather have you in my arms, feeling your warmth against me, than flipping through those Playboy magazines during my free time."

Literally, no words could release from your lips. You’re just awestruck that this carefree man who threw witty and sarcastic remarks on a daily basis could have conjured such a confession to you. You found it endearing in a way, knowing his exterior is just a facade and inside lies a compassionate soul named Min Yoongi.

At this moment, you decided to surrender, allowing yourself to be consumed by the passion growing between the two of you. Embraced in the untamed fire that blazed in Yoongi's eyes. “Then, keep going. Waiting to see how you’ll keep me entertained.”

Quickly, Yoongi's lips descended upon yours, the kiss ignited an unknown sensation inside of you. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air as your mouths melded together in a fervent fight. His lips, soft yet demanding, explored every contour of yours, coaxing forth sighs of pleasure that escaped each others’ entwined breaths.

Feeling a bit assertive, you gently bit his lips as a signal for him to allow your tongue to intertwined with his, to which he smiled and let you in. Both your movements synchronized, a blend of dominance and tenderness. However, which each stroke of his tongue, he claimed your mouth, marking you as his own in a surge of possessiveness that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

As your bodies pressed closer, the intensity and eagerness to have him inside you grew. You once again let your fingers find solace in the soft strands of Yoongi's hair, tugging a bit which he responded to with a groan. Breaths mingling with the heady mix of desire that filled the room. Your hips meet Yoongi’s hard cock, visibly straining against his demin jeans, as you begin lightly grinding against him, needing to relieve yourself of this feeling blooming in your abdomen.

However, unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had other plans in mind. He suddenly held down your thighs to prevent you from moving further. You whine at him, frustrated.

“Doll, I’m not gonna fully give you what you want right now.” The mischievous glint in his gaze betrayed his desire for retribution. He saw an opportunity to playfully punish you for catching him indulging in the guilty pleasure of his magazine. “Since you interrupted me earlier, I’m only going to let you sit on my cock as punishment. No riding.”

“Are you serious right now–” You paused, Yoongi lifting an inquisitive brow up in response. If you kept arguing with him, his stubborn self will deprive you of everything at this moment, his desires be damned. The thing you didn’t need right now was for him to command you to watch him jerk off or leave the room and go find someone else to fulfill his needs. “...Fine, Boss. Your wish is…my command.” You sighed, gripping his shoulders.

“Condom?”

“No, it’s okay. I take birth control.” He eyed you intently. “NOT for what you think. I take it to regulate my cycle.” You responded, annoyed while he chuckled. Not like you had the time to be fucking people left and right in this high stakes job you had. You take your role very seriously, mind him.

He lifted you so he’s able to lift his own hips up to pull his pants down. He pulled his dick out and you stared at how it sprung up against his stomach, almost to full hardness already. It’s so thick and fat, you thought to yourself. You had imagined how he’d look underneath his clothes, but your thoughts never compared to the [reality of his] pale pink dick with small drops of precum at the top of the head. Yoongi took note of your glances and exhaled harshly. He slid his hands up your thighs to the hem of your skirt and pulled it to where your pink striped panties came into his sight.

“You’re seriously so cute, you know that?” You mumbled a shut up as your cheeks reddened from his continued compliments. He pushed your panties to the side, placing two fingers teasingly at your entrance, collecting the wetness that you already displayed. "Do you need to be prepped more? Or can you take my cock without it?" He locked eyes with you as he slipped his two fingers easily in, quickly causing your walls to tighten around his digits.

“I-It’s fine, Yoongi,” You moaned his name quietly. You knew you were wet enough from the previous motions that you could do without it. “Just put your dick inside me already so we can call it a day.." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "P-Please..”

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He took his throbbing dick in his hand and lined it up to your entrance. He sunk you down, slowly taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretched you out more than you expected. You moaned out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Yoongi kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed your back in reassurance.

"Keep going, love." Love? A new nickname? "You’re doing great." He praised, while trying his best to hold in beautiful sounds of his own.

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head right against your cervix. "Just right…you did it," Yoongi cooed. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

You’re starting to lose composure already, "I-It feels g-good…" you stammered, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Great, but..” He stretched out to grab the D-Grayman vol 22 manga lying around on the table “Don’t you dare move. I’m gonna read."

“I can’t believe you… you sick, sick man.” His laughter rolled through him, which involuntarily created a ripple of pleasure building within your cunt, a warmth growing again and spreading through your every nerves. Besides the fact that his warm cock was snug within you, filling you more completely than a dildo of yours could ever, you couldn't recall another moment where you’ve felt so content. While at first you were scared of crossing a line in your relationship, you can’t deny this feels just right.

He wrapped his right around your waist, while using his left to hold his book and flip the pages. Perks of having big hands, you wonder what else they could do. You laid your head on his right shoulder, eyes slowly squeezing shut. Maybe you should take a nap.

However, while Yoongi seemed to be nonchalant and relaxed, he was struggling a lot more than you to not say fuck this and fuck you roughly in a cowgirl position. Because just as you were relaxing, suddenly his cock fucking twitched. You gasped, your cunt clenching involuntarily and wrapping tighter around his length. A shiver shot up your spine as you instinctively pushed back on him, taking him even deeper into you from a higher angle.

“Yoongi, I swear..”

“Sorry. That was on me, doll.” He went back to reading before adding on a few minutes later, “I’m tempted to fuck you, but I’ll save it for another time. If I give in now, I’ll probably want to fuck you everywhere and anywhere we go. Want to teach you a lesson.”

“Yoongi!” Your eyes widened and you smacked his back. He chuckled lowly. Pisces men really are lowkey sex freaks. You don’t know what you’d do if this man asks you if he can tie you up with ropes or vice versa. Let’s hope he’s just into vanilla shit for the sake of your sanity,

For the rest of the time, he stayed true to his word and remained resilient. At some point, you drifted off to dreamland, feeling so comfortable and cozy sitting on his dick. You faintly felt a kiss on your temple, though you’re not sure if you dreamed it, or if Yoongi actually did it. You didn’t bother thinking too much about it now.

The next thing you know, you woke up later that afternoon, laying down on the sofa with a blanket covering you. You glanced around to find Yoongi, but he was nowhere in sight. You checked your phone on the table and saw text messages from 35 minutes ago

Yoongi: Hey doll, got a call from joon saying he found the drug operation Agust D is hiding above that one good noodle shop in chinatown. I had to go with him and some of the guys ready to bust it down. I’ll be sure to to get you a bowl of noodles when I’m done.

Yoongi: Extra beef and very spicy, right?

God, you’re actually gonna fall in love with this man. He really does pay attention to the little details about you more than you realized.

You text back knowing he’s probably not going to be back for a bit longer.

Y/N: Yes pls! Don’t forget to bring some chopsticks.

Yoongi: 👍

Not long after, before the sun sunk underneath the horizon, he arrived back to the office holding a bag of take-out food from Asian Beef Noodle shop. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We got everything taken care of.”

Your eyes lit up with admiration as you sat up on the couch, your lips curling into a grateful smile. "Great job, boss."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he placed the tray of noodles on the coffee table in front of you. He took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. "I appreciate your support, doll. So, I brought these noodles as a small peace offering."

"You're forgiven, I suppose,” You chuckled, voice filled with soft warmth. “Noodles are easily the best way to my heart."

Your playful comment sent a spark of anticipation through Yoongi. He grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I’ll make it up to you later, for being so good. Look forward to tonight," he whispered, his voice laced with a sultry tone.

Your cheeks flushed at the promise in his words, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of desire and excitement. “You’re making me embarrassed,” you sighed, replying further with a sultry voice with anticipation. “But, you better not disappoint. I’ll leave your side!” You joked, both of you laughing at the silliness of this conversation

Despite the fluttering emotions from earlier reawakening from his words, you two continued to share a comfortable silence, the aroma of the noodles filling the air. With a newfound sense of closeness, you two dug into the delicious meal, savoring the flavors and basking in the afterglow of their earlier passion. It was a moment of shared contentment, where the chaos of both your lives momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of connection and comfort of each other's presence.

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