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kth1 · 3 years

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why do you like taegi the most?

i’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a hot minute because i wanted to be able to respond when i had the time to lay out a novel. maybe... i don’t know how long this will be but here we go bubs. thank you for asking in advance!

for starters... kim taehyung.

my ultimate. the man that choses me no matter what i did. i admire him, aspire to be more like him, and adore him to all extremes. from his younger years and to present years, this guy really sticks out with personality for me. (yes he’s attractive but like, it’s really the personality that makes me coo). i could actually feel a vibe/energy toward taehyung in which in some sort of mystical au where i could meet him, i feel like i’d connect with him very well (you can disagree, idc). this is just my perception. yes, he’s a lump of an enigma and that’s exactly what i like about him. you never fully know what you’re getting with tae besides the fact that you know you don’t know what you’re going to get! the element of him being spontaneous and can reach all ends of the spectrum from animation really appeals to me. deep down, i feel like he is a very sensitive soul, things bother him quiet often but he masks. and with that mask he makes a great conversationalist because i believe he knows how to be appropriate with pushing back biased thoughts to be able to hear out others - however i feel like he runs into people who don’t understand or are willing to hear him out in return. sure he has trouble expressing things from time to time, but i think it’s because of the emotions and thoughts that course through him are nondefinitive. you have to know and learn tae to get and understand tae. (not disregarding any of the others when i speak this, btw) he is honestly, truly amazing in my eyes and that’s probably one of the main reasons why i feel toward him the most. he can be soft, cuddly, and kind. he as an earth sign supports the stereotypes of down to earth, wise, and also ambitious. also, tae can pull out some ruthless, playful, tactics out of left field because that’s just how he is - and we love all sides of him (or what he wants to show us). his constant creativeness is enjoyable, how many times does tae want to go against the standard? nearly all the time! and he pulls it off! because i feel like tae doesn’t fully care to be the same, he wants to be himself. and that’s so utterly sexy of him you have no idea. (again, you can disagree with me) but sometimes i personally feel like i can be very similar to tae in many ways, with thoughts, feelings, and creative drives. i feel we both attempt to put on our fronts, try to remain humble and respectful. understand we are just humans and we are the same. and also can be quick to call out the suspicious acts so bluntly because our bullshit meter is always running. not to mention, both he and i enjoying being dramatically extra for no apparent reason sometimes. this is how i conclude the fermented idea in my mind that maybe, just maybe, i would make a great friend with tae if i ever had a chance.

mr. min yoongi.

this many radiates comfort and i feel like he’s super trustworthy. yoongi is the type of person i feel like i could spill all my beans in front of, not matter how heated, sad, or excited i may be, and he’d openly accept it all. his level of patience is something i strive to have. the way he’s so witty and sharp tongued, smart, and ready to stir the pot from time to time to challenge against you is something i find remarkable and again - enjoyable. in the nicest of ways, yoongi can easily tell you how it is... and if you push the wrong buttons he can probably easily tell you how it be with more tone and harsher words. however, yoongi is straight-forward majority of the time, something i am like as well. he is a pisces with virgo moon so i feel real bad with the inner battles his brain probably constantly undergoes, all those hidden thoughts he doesn’t want to reveal to most. i feel that yoongi has such a massive intuition, a general 6th sense about him. in many occasions, i also see myself with similar personality as yoongi. those ‘tsundere’ vibes, introverted, keeps to ourselves, and randomly once we’re comfortable we ‘act out’ and surprise everyone, but they think it’s funny/cute, etc. yoongi (here i go with my delulu au’s where maggie is y/n) would be the type of person i look up to and always want to talk to - to tell him about what’s bothering me. even if i feel like im boring or annoying, i feel like i’d be able to open up to him fast because i just have that confidence and belief to him. in most cases, he acts in a calmly manner. whereas, once i loose my cool i come out very heated an aggressive because i cannot hold back as much as he can - another thing i wish i was more like. the natural, effortless and relaxed aspect of yoongi, is also very very attractive (all yoongi bias’ are going to agree to this one) but there is no lie when i speak this. he doesn’t showboat, he doesn’t parade around saying he’s the best and have a large ass ego. he is just yoongi who is doin’ himself. we like this shit. you do you booboo!

taegi as a whole:

yes, completely super in love with the friendship of taegi. yes, mainly because these two take all my food from my table and bid me goodnight. however, i love all the friendships between members!!! but because im a taegi fanatic because of the likeness i have to bother individuals, i will comment on their bond bc i love it. golly, where do i start? hm, for beginners... let’s just remember how taegi would typically have the most conflicting ideas, resulting in the most funny scenarios whenever they sometimes were paired up in games or something. (like holding hands because they disagree??? cute) how yoongi - to this day - tends to have a hard time changing tae’s mind / saying no to tae because tae is a wee bit stubborn and want to do / try things out. when tae always wants to be yoongi’s hype man, enjoy yoongi’s rap, verses, highest key is trying to take over all of yoongi’s parts in each rapping song because skrrt skrrt! together, taegi is very touching to me. tae admires and looks up to yoongi in so many ways, and yoongi shows such a concern in undertones towards tae is endearing. like, you can’t tell me this friendship ain’t cute. i would politely throat chop you and call you a fool. yes i’m hella biased, i know this, however i don’t care what you say against me because it is what i like to see and crave a bond like these two beans! taegi; two fun-filled people who are honest, deep, and most importantly... they are true. (not saying anyone is ‘fake’, please shake that thought from your head!!!) im saying like, true in the sense of real people. an archaic expression of being true to oneself, yourself, others, etc. they are true to most of everything (in my mind). both of these two are very commendable and you can learn a lot through them!

this concludes my maggie rants for now. please come by another time after i recharge! i know i haven’t touched every single thing about each category, i know i have more to say but just don’t know how to say it or can’t bring all the thoughts to the table for now. thank you to the anon who prompted this question. and also thanks to whoever ends up reading this response! again, i love all the members in their own special ways! i don’t intend to disregard others but this ask caters to my personal loves. <3

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richrubies · 6 years

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Part III: E is for Ego

Warning: trash rap lyrics by me / inaccurate representation of min yoongi / lots to read - click a letter in order to go to the next chapter

E N You are here -> E M I E S

‘I didn’t expect to see you here,’ Min Yoongi tells you, boredom seeping through his words, ‘I guess you have fans that enjoy listening to trash, huh.’

Min Yoongi had cornered you in the corridor near the bathroom, leaning coolly against the wall in his fitted black suit, his hair a lightly tinted purple colour.

You sighed and attempted to side-step him, only for him to move so that he was in your way once more. You hated being around the guy, but it wasn’t in your nature to attack others. You hated confrontation, which is most likely why you’d allowed yourself to be treated so badly by the other contestants two years ago.

‘You’re not going to say anything?’ Min Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow.

‘Am I meant to say something?’ you ask tiredly, catching Min Yoongi by surprise; ‘Am I meant to break down crying? Scream and make a scene?’

‘You’re surprisingly calm for someone who was humiliated in front of the world because of my dis tape.’

‘Why would I waste my energy on someone pathetic like you?’ You counter-ask him with brutal honesty, causing his lips to part in surprise. Pushing past him, you mutter, ‘This is the most we’ve ever spoken, how dare you act like you know me so well with that old-ass dis track.’

Cursing him, you walked in the opposite direction and searched for Jay and Hyukwoo, otherwise known as your protectors, leaving Yoongi who was still trying to figure out something scornful to say.

The night moved on slowly with you nestled in between Jay and Hyukwoo as you waited for your category to come up. You’d sat through hours, just for the possibility of winning an award. That in itself, made you want to win just to make your numb behind, worth while.

As the guest presenters were called up from among the clutches of other musicians in the crowd, you couldn’t help but groan as Min Yoongi’s name was called to announce the hip-hop awards. Fate really is cruel, you thought.

The annoyance faded away when you heard Seunghee’s name also being called to joint-present with Min Yoongi. You clapped energetically as you watched her leave her girl group’s assigned seating and join Suga on stage, the two conversating lowly and comfortably.

You’d lost contact with Seunghee not long after the competition, which you’d always found to be a shame, but had never stopped supporting her. She was the only one who had been consistently nice to you, after all.

When your song was announced as the winner amongst the nominated songs by Seunghee, Jay was the first to stand, clapping as you sat in shock. Eventually, you made your way up to the stage, tightly squeezing a hand each, of both Hyukwoo and Jay.

Seunghee gave you a curt smile and a bow but it was clear to see her surprise as she handed you over a bouquet of flowers. You watched the tense atmosphere between Hyukwoo, Jay and Min Yoongi as they shook hands and accepted the award.

Still salty from your previous conversation, you nodded slightly to Min Yoongi and disrespected him by ignoring his outstretched hand, before you joined your two friends and bowed lowly to the deafening audience. As Jay stood to the podium, you and Hyukwoo shuffled to the side and allowed him to complete his acceptance speech.

‘Without the support of our fans, we wouldn’t have come so far, so we’d like to thank each and every single person who has followed our AOMG journey.

More so, I’d like to thank our Y/N,’ Jay tells the packed arena and turning to throw you a small smile, ‘For standing by us over the last two years and for putting her heart and soul into producing music with us. We are so thankful to finally hear your voice once again, it has been too long.’

You blinked away your tears at his speech, but didn’t miss the death glare that Jay threw at Min Yoongi, knowing that the world just heard one of the reasons as to why you hadn’t sung in so long, and who was partially to blame.

~*~

The after-party was held in one of the private rooftop galleries in Seoul which served as a club on the out-side area, and a display room on the inside. You were currently surrounded by your crew who were congratulating you on your win.

‘Yah,’ Sunghwa tells you as he threw an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in to his chest to ruffle your hair, ‘You sing one song and win an award. I sing ten, and get a hi-five.’

You laugh as he releases you and tell him happily, ‘Should we make a song together?’

The group groans at the joke you’d been saying all night, teasing them by saying they could win awards too, but only if you collaborated.

Your group stuck mainly to themselves, and it was clear to see the division between the genres of music. A majority of the pop stars stuck to themselves and their familiar groups, whilst the hip-hop side did the same, the only buffer being the actors who had shown up to join the party, and some of the sunbae who were more comfortable in intermingling.

The entire BTS group was sitting across the club, drinking and dancing with Seven Sisters, the group that Seunghee belonged too. You could make out Min Yoongi at the edge of his group, looking in your direction with a glare.

The award show had ended three hours ago, and within that time, articles had already been written by fans and magazines, commenting on the tension between your group and Min Yoongi, and the fact that you had completely disregarded his existence on stage, in front of the world.

People were calling it the dis of the decade, seeing as you hadn’t even had to use words to disrespect him. You couldn’t help but smirk at that.

You wondered when and what it was that had made him dislike you so much – you hadn’t done anything wrong to him, that you were aware of. He had just held a natural hate for you that you really couldn’t fathom.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Sunghwa mutters, ‘For an A-List party, this place has shit service,’ he says, referring to his empty glass.

You roll your eyes at him and stand, straightening out your dress, ‘I’ll go get some drinks from the bar,’ you tell him.

After placing the large drink order at the bar and asking to have it served to your table, you took your own glass of juice and walked towards the gallery entrance, nodding and smiling at others as you went.

It was quieter in the gallery which you were grateful for – your head was starting to hurt which is what led you to taking a break from the alcohol.

There were few people in the gallery which was even better, allowing you to relax a smidge as you observed all the sculptures.

You had been alone for less than five minutes when you heard the commotion making a beeline for you. The footsteps were loud and purposeful, bouncing off the walls as they came closer to you.

Turning to see who it was, you found yourself face to face with Min Yoongi seconds before he clasped your arm, quickly checking to see if anyone was around, before dragging you towards an exit.

‘Hey, what the hell are you doing?’ you ask angrily as he forced you to keep up with his long strides.

As soon as you were in the stairwell, Min Yoongi released your arm and pushed you away from him, ‘Are you happy? Huh?’

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ you ask him with a glare, rubbing at the spot where his hand had gripped you, attempting to brush away the red marks.

‘Who the fuck are you, to dis me? Huh?’ he all but growls in accusation.

You scoff, incredulous at his nerve, ‘Are you kidding me?’

‘Do I look like I’m joking? Do you think a nobody like you can get further by using me to get yourself further in this industry?’ he asks, his eyes furious.

You give him a deadpan look as you tell him, ‘You’re a real hypocrite, Min Yoongi. Why don’t you grow up, huh?’ You run a hand through your hair as you ask, ‘Are you embarrassed? Is your ego damaged? Do the articles drive you crazy?’

‘Yes,’ he answers.

You speak before he can finish his sentence, ‘Good.’

Shoving past him, you attempt to leave, only to have him grab your wrist and pull you back, ‘I’m not done.’

Snatching your wrist back, ignoring the pain from his grasp, you spit, ‘Well I am. Don’t approach me like this again.’

As you closed the door, you heard Min Yoongi curse, only causing your heart beat faster at the confrontation you’d just had, all the anger and adrenaline you’d felt only moments ago, leaving you at once.

‘Ah, you crazy girl,’ you tell yourself as you made your way back to the boys, rubbing at your already bruising wrist, ‘You should have just ignored him!’

~*~

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sugminhoney-blog · 6 years

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When Fame Collides

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This is a smut about when you, a new and upcoming singer in a band meet BTS at the AMAs. This does contain smut but there’s also some nice parts.

credit: sugminhoney

You let out a sigh as you flared out the bottom of your Versace gown, brilliantly white with long sleeves and a mermaid skirt and a pair of silver strapped heels. Your hair is pinned back into a low bun, soft and loose curls delicately falling over your face, interrupted by the sparkle of your diamond earrings. You’re ready for the AMA red carpet, your heart pounding like it never has before. You exploded onto the music scene just over a year ago with your bands hit song Youngblood and you’ve been on the up and up ever since. You were just a small girl with 4 friends who got snapped up quickly by a record company and the weight of fame has been pushing down on you since then. However, tonight, you’re calm and collected, and you look like an absolute dream.

You let out a small breath, do one more check on your make-up and outfit before you’re led out of your hotel, your posse of security protecting you from the media from getting too much photos. As you settle yourself into the hummer you feel quite lonely despite your band being there, talking excitedly about the event and first and foremost the after party. Your PA, manager and those who assist you with your life are travelling separately so you all can make your grand entrance. Your mind drifts back to your family in (Y/C) and you feel your neck swell with tears; they could’ve moved out here with you but they were too supportive and wanted you to spread your wings and fly – you know they’ll see you on the television tonight and you called them earlier so that gives your mind some satisfaction. The hour-long ride feels like minutes, and soon you’re through to security, the driver passes the checks and your limousine slowly follows the line of others. This is your first big event ever since exploding onto the scene and you’re nominated for an Artist of the Year award, something that you feel you daren’t accept as there’s so many other artists out there who’ve been in the game longer and worked harder – but still you feel more than humbled. You’re especially decided to be nominated in the same category as one of your favourite bands; BTS, they encouraged you to proceed with your singing career and they’ve been a huge influence on your sound, so you’re more than excited to meet them.

“Okay (Y/N), Taylor (guitarist), Alana (bassist), Sophie (second guitarist) and Tara (drummer) - are you ready?” Your manager peeks her head in with a huge Cheshire grin, staring intently into your eyes. You swallow the lump that’s been forever forming in your throat and you put on a brilliant white smile, nodding your head and stepping one foot out onto the red carpet. As you do, all you can see are camera flashes, people calling your name, fans screaming, heads turning – this is how you know you’ve made it. Your bandmates follow, you’re all in white and all look amazing. As you’re walking down the carpet you pose for photos, sign a few autographs and do a few interviews. You start to feel much calmer and you’re excited – an emotion that these social engagements don’t often feel. You step backwards whilst talking to Alana, laughing over the fact that you’re all actually hear and your bump straight back into someone. You gasp and turn around, your perfectly manicured nails covering your glossy lips, “Oh my god, I am so so sorry are you alright?” You ask in a hurry, the tall guy turning around. His mouth drops, and he starts stuttering. “Wow uh, you’re (Y/N), wow we all love you.” Your cheeks flush as you realise it’s Namjoon from BTS. You laugh awkwardly and let out a small gasp, your mouth drying up as all the members turn around to face you, all of them looking so excited to meet you. “Yes, oh my god, guys. Wow. You’re… you’re fucking BTS.” You cover your mouth again after swearing, your cheeks going slightly more beet red. “Um…” You feel a pulling on your arm, it’s time to go in and your manager’s motioning for you to hurry up. You notice the guys laughing and you flash your pearly whites, “Well, mother says it’s time to go.” You give your eyes a small roll. “I’ll see you guys later, definitely.” You reassure them, walking away you hear them speaking excitedly – thank god your AP language class was Korean. You overhear Jungkook saying “Holy hell, she’s so beautiful” and Yoongi laughs, agreeing with him.

You make your way inside the venue, greeting fellow celebrities, all of them telling your band is amazing and that we should all collab. You smile and nod, but you can’t take your mind of how dope a track with BTS would be. You lift a flute of champagne and head into the arena, screams from fans echoing in your ears as they shout your band name, you look back and wave, the cheering only getting louder. You laugh with your bandmates and take your seats in the second row, you on the outside. You bite your lip nervously, the looming event of your award still causing worry in your head – but you know you can’t possibly win out to your fellow artists, especially a band like BTS. You turn your head as you start to see people walk past and you blush again, BTS are sitting right in front of you all. You greet them in their language, all of them impressed in your skill. Taehyung and Jin strike up immediate conversation, saying how much they love your voice and you repay the compliment, telling Jin he really is a worldwide handsome guy. As you’re talking, you see Yoongi staring at you, your eyes meet for a brief second and he looks away, dragging his tongue along his lower lip. You smirk and swap seats with Alana, who gladly does, and she and Taehyung have so much in common, plus she thinks Jin is hot. You smooth your dress over your ass and sit down, your eyes immediately meeting with Yoongi’s. “Hey.” You say, his lips curl up into a tiny smirk and he laughs. “Uh, sorry for uh, staring at you earlier. You look really good.” You laugh and bite your lower lip, placing your hand on the back of his chair, leaning over slightly as to expose your cleavage – you can’t help it because of the cut of the dress but he sure notices it. His hand sets down beside yours, they look amazing, he has a few rings on and his whole put together just entices you. You converse for a few minutes before the lights dim and the AMAs begin.

You and Yoongi keep exchanging stares and smiles, both also drinking which none of your bandmates are doing quite as well as you both are. One of their managers comes over and escorts them away. He gets up and smiles are you, his gummy smile is so cute. “Well, wish us luck.” He says, seemingly nervous as it is their US debut. You giggle and stand up, matching height with him and give him a deep hug. “Good luck.” You whisper, your lower lip leaving a soft trace against his ear. As it does this, you feel him grip you slightly harder, not on purpose, just an instinct to the feeling. A few minutes go by and the next act is introduced, you stand up clapping and shouting as the Chainsmokers introduce BTS, the chords of DNA striking up. You laugh as you hear the fan chant – you know it but don’t want to look weird in case a camera catches you. You watch completely entertained, a fangirl inside you comes out and you start singing your heart out, the camera catches you, but you don’t care – you’re supporting fellow artists and that’s all that matters. All the girls are dancing along and you’re watching the stage intently, Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon are doing amazing, Jin and Tae and flawless and Jungkook is always the cutie he’s going to be. But your eyes are fixed on Yoongi, he’s a great dancer despite his shy reputation and he looks amazing with his blonde hair and oversized white shirt. “I want it this love, I want it real love.” you hear, you suddenly look up as Yoongi starts his rap verse and he’s looking straight at you. You smirk and clap straight at him, he has a small smile on his face the rest of his verse, and you know it’s because of you.

After their performance there’s a break and you get up to go backstage. You find their dressing room and you laugh, all of them turning their heads. “Wow, that was absolutely amazing.” You say in their native tongue. “I mean, wow, the moves, the voices. Just everything was absolutely phenomenal.” You laugh and step forward, hugging each one of them. You come to Yoongi last, a towel around his neck, dabbing sweat off his face. “I’m sorry, I’m kind of sweating.” You shrug and hug him, you feeling his hands grip you that bit tighter. You pull away and tuck one of your loose curls behind your ear, your bandmates joining you in the room, everyone getting to know each other. You and Yoongi are left to talk, everyone else invested in themselves. “Well, you guys are going to win without a doubt. I mean, all those records you’ve sold, your YouTube hits, everyone loves you. And keep this on the DL, but I listen the fuck out of The Last, it’s my favourite song on your mixtape.” You say with a smirk. You see his gummy smile come back into play and he thanks you. You step back and clear your throat. “Well, uh good luck guys, honestly we all know you’re gonna take this award, you’re all amazing. But, if you’re allowed after, we’re having a big party after at (Y/N)s if you guys wanna come?” Tara says, her eyes linked to Namjoon’s. The guys all agree and they all swap details, you left your purse with your PA so you’re relying on your bandmates for contact. You let them leave the room and you leave last, giving one last smile to Yoongi before walking back into your dressing room to prepare for your performance.

You adjust the back of your skin-tight leather dress, letting out a deep breath. You and the band are performing a cover of I Feel You by Depeche Mode and you’re hoping you do it justice because they’re one of your most favourite bands in the entire world and they’re in the crowd tonight to accept their Lifetime Achievement Award. You put one leg up on the chair beside you and take the string of your stocking to connect it to your garter. Your skirt rides up your thigh and you look up, Jimin and Hoseok are staring, eyes wide, you can make our Namjoon’s face peeking atop of the group. Jin pokes his head round and instantly gulps “Jesus…” He says, his cheeks immediately flushing red. You laugh and shake your head. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Tara says teasingly, laughing to herself as she listens back to your live rehearsal on her phone. They step inside and you put your leg down. You’re dressed in a low cut, long-sleeved black leather dress, knee high black boots and your curls that were before pinned up are now down and loose, your make-up sexy and smoky. You grin as you see Yoongi come in with the boys. “Well, here to wish us luck?” Alana beams, pulling on her boots. “Yeah, we are, we can’t wait. We all don’t really normally like rock music, but you guys are the bomb.” Namjoon says in perfect English – you prefer to talk to them in their native tongue as it just makes them feel more comfortable. You hear someone clear their throat and turn around to find Yoongi. “Uhm… very beautiful.” He says in his thick accent. You laugh and shake your head, the stage manager peeking his head round the door and shouting that you all have 5 minutes. You spray yourself with some perfume and start to walk out. “I’ll see you later.” You whisper to Yoongi, letting out a small laugh.

Blue lights swirl around the stage as the music strikes up, the grinding guitar playing the first few notes before the bass kicks in. Lights light up the stage and you grip tightly onto the microphone, starting to sing in your distinctive, husky voice which perfectly suits the song. “I feeeel you… your sun it shines.” You belt down into the mic, grinding gently against the stand of the microphone. The second verse starts and you rip the microphone from the stand, swaying your hips and swinging your hair. You get down onto your knees and look up at the lights. “I feel you, your precious soul, and I am home…” You get back up and sway over to Alana, touching your shoulder with hers as she plays, biting your lower lip as the melody gets deeper. “I feel you, each move you make. I feel you, each breath you take…�� Your eyes fall on where BTS are sitting, hoping Yoongi realises you’re singing this directly at him. You walk down the steps and into the middle aisle, belting out the rest of the song. Everyone around you cheers loudly. You glance and decide to go around back onto the stage at the side steps. You bite your lower lip, the final guitar melody of the song playing. You sway as you walk, stopping at Yoongi and placing your eyes on his with a smirk. It lasts less than a second, before you walk away back up onto the stage, the music fading out. You hear enormous cheers and laugh, bringing the mic back up to your lips. “Depeche Mode has been one of the biggest influences in our career. Thank you for letting us perform this tonight.” You say, giving the crowd one final bow before going backstage with your bandmates.

“And… the winners of Artist of the Year, goes to… BTS!!!!” The arena echoes with cheers, you stand up and holler and clap, grinning widely as the boys walk up to the stage to accept their award. You laugh and let out a huge sigh, yeah, your band didn’t win but the best men won. You giggle as they finish up their speech and disappear backstage, you see Yoongi look back and blow a kiss in your general direction, you blush – could it have been for you? After a couple of more drinks, you’re already feeling a bit tipsy. You all head out to the limousine where you take off back to the house for the after party. More and more people start to show up, you’re nervous, wondering if BTS will be able to come – you want to see Suga and it’s annoying you they’re not here yet. You head outside to the back, making your way down the patio and down by the pool, the blue light from the pool illuminating your beauty. You take a deep breath and pull your dress up, sitting at the edge and dipping your legs in. It’s freezing but it feels good in the hot weather. “Hello…” You hear a voice whisper; your head immediately turns and it’s Yoongi. You let out an awkward laugh and bite your lower lip. “Be my guest.” You say, motioning to the spot beside you. He sits down and crosses his legs, his knee grazing yours. “Soju…” He says, setting down 2 glasses with ice, pouring some in. “Oh, we doing this straight?” You ask, smirking. “You’re a devil.” You say, watching him pour some into the glass. You both drink the soju down, and he instantly refills your glass. “You look really good tonight, (Y/N).” You feel your cheeks turn red and you brush some hair out of your face, flustered. “I don’t. But thank you, and hey, congratulations on the big win, that was something else.” You both cheers again and drink the alcohol.

You both finally go in, everyone’s buzzed, Tae and Jungkook are dancing on the table, Sophie and Alana joining them. Namjoon and Tara are nowhere to be found, Hoseok, Jimin and Jin are doing shots and everyone there is having an amazing time dancing. You clear your throat and laugh. “I’m like… so drunk.” Yoongi laughs and nods. “So am I. Eh, it can’t be that bad can it?” You see his shyness starting to melt away as you’re both slightly drunk. You go upstairs and slip out of your gown, fumbling around as you can’t really undo the buttons. You slip on an LBD; showing your toned legs, curves and boobs. You head back downstairs, and you feel a hand grab you from behind, pulling your waist back against his. You know exactly who it is just by the heavy breathing down your neck. You grind your hips slowly against his, feeling his soft lips delicately graze your neck. You gulp and turn around, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. Before anything can happen, you feel Jimin’s hand pull you over for shots. You roll your eyes and giggle as he lays on the table, setting up salt, a lemon and a shot glass of tequila. You lick the salt off his stomach, down the shot and suck on the lemon, wondering how this party’s getting out of hand – but it’s fun. If anyone seen this our reputations would be flooded. “Hey! It’s your turn, (Y/N)!” Jin shouts, motioning for you to lay on the table. You lay down and pull your dress up slowly, revealing your stomach. Jimin lays out salt, tequila and a lemon, motioning for Yoongi. “Ahhh, my turn.” Says Jin, but before anything can happen, Yoongi’s soft, wet tongue is against your soft stomach, he maintains eye contact with you as he does it, downs his shot and sucks the lemon. He brings his face to yours and slides half the lemon between your lips. You feel your breathing get heavier and you smirk, sitting up and fixing your dress. You give Yoongi one hard stare before swaggering over to your bandmates to party.

You’re starting to feel drunk, shots aren’t good for anyone. You head upstairs to go to the bathroom, when you feel a hand grab yours and bring you into one of the many bedrooms you own. “Close your eyes.” You hear, it’s Yoongi’s unmistakeable soft yet deep voice. You roll your eyes and close them, feeling him gently lead you to the bed. You open your eyes and in front of you is a pizza with some wings. “Oh my god, you absolute saint.” You say, biting your lower lip and picking up a slice of pizza, absolutely devouring it. “Yeah, I thought we’d have it up here in case pig Jin eats it.” You smirk and lay back on the pillows, savouring the crust which is your favourite part. “Mm, thank you Yoongi.” You whisper, looking up into his eyes. He leans down and brings his nose as close to yours as possible, you see him visibly gulp before he sets his soft lips against yours. You spread your legs slightly so they’re around him, allowing him to comfortably rest on top of you. His tie tickles against your skin, his hair falling against your forehead. You push it back out of his face, letting his tongue slowly slide into your mouth. He then deepens the kiss, resting his hand against your ass. You shiver, the metal of his rings is cold. You feel him smirk against your lips, clearly, he likes that. You take his hand and trail it up your stomach, then your ribs and lay it against your breast. He snakes his hand underneath the thin fabric, licking his thumb and tracing it against your hardening nipples. You gasp softly against his lips, tugging on his lower lip as he plays with you. You both pull away for some air and you grin, watching him lift his shirt. He doesn’t have mad abs, but he’s so defined. You sit up against the pillows and lift off your dress so you’re just in your underwear. You trace your hand down the middle of his chest, down his stomach and to the top of his crotch. He lets out a soft moan, you know you’ve got him eating out of the palm of your hand.

He stares down at you, pouting his soft lips as he traces his thumbs along your skin, stopping every so often once you get a sensitive part. You reach forward slowly, taking the zipper of his jeans and pulling it down before undoing the button at the top. You gently slide down his jeans and he stands up, kicking everything off so he’s just in his boxers. Fresh face Yoongi is so hot, you think as he climbs back on top of you. He lays a trail of wet kisses down your neck, down in between your breasts, down the middle of your stomach and to the top of your underwear. His teeth grab against the material, gently sliding them down, his lips ever so gently brushing against your clit. You let out a soft gasp and before you know it, he’s slowly and softly sucking your clit. You arch your back against his face and your toes curl. “Oh my god…” is all you can manage to say. Your breasts rise and fall with every breath, your hand through his hair. He looks up at you every so often to see his hard work in pleasuring you. His tongue penetrates you slowly, softly sucking up your juices. This drives you wild, you finally letting out a loud moan – the music downstairs is too loud, so you don’t feel in danger of being caught. He finally lifts his head and climbs on top of you, straddling your stomach. You look up into his eyes as you sit up, wrapping your hand around the bottom of his shaft. You pump it slowly and his face scrunches up, his fists tightening. “Oh… (Y/N) … don’t ever fucking stop.” You lay your tongue against the head of his cock, softly sucking, this seems to turn him on beyond belief.

He pulls your head off him and climbs back down your body, spreading your legs. “I’ve wanted this since I saw you today…” He whispers against your kisses, moaning into your mouth. He let’s out a loud moan as he slowly enters you. “Jesus… you’re so wet.” He says, laughing slightly before starting to give you long and deep strokes. You haven’t had sex in so long, so this feels twice as amazing. You stare deep into his eyes and rock your hips against his, helping him get deeper against your g-spot. You cry out as he starts to go harder, small beads of sweat forming on his stomach against yours. You feel him grab your wrists and hold them down, the sound of skin slapping against each other. “I’m gonna…” He says, clenching his teeth and before he can finish his sentence you let out a loud moan, grinding hard against him, cumming all over his cock. He explodes right inside you, your bodies sweating, your breathing deep and heavy. “Oh… Yoongi.” You whisper breathlessly, your mouth feeling dry from the intense orgasm. You swallow hard and let out a sigh of relief as he exits you, you feeling his cum drip out of you. He lays down beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling. You pick his cheek and smile, whispering softly “You guys need to win awards more often.”

#suga bts btssmut btsimagine btsstory btssituation btsstory smut imagine jin seokjin jimin jungkook j-hope rm taehyung

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kawsofhobi · 6 years

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Bias Tag

I was tagged by @goldenkinghoseok to do the bias tag (thank you, love)

I’ll tag @zerotexas1975 || @hobeush || @cloudyandhopeful || @adore-jhope || @sunshineeseok || @floral-hobi || @minsuga--genius as always you don’t have to do this if you don’t want.

Who is your bias: I bias the rap line aka, this is going to be a long tag post

What made you notice them: I think I started to notice Namjoon during hyyh era. I started having a fondness towards him after I let that wall down and actually got to know him better. I liked his intelligence, the way he thought, and carries the group and cares for everyone. || I really noticed Yoongi and Hoseok after they began attacking me last year. I’m not sure when, but I ended up biasing them in October.

What’s your favorite thing about them: Namjoon’s fan cafe posts (essentially the way he thinks). || I admire Hobi’s dancing skills. His movements are so fluid and you can see his passion through each step. || Yoongi’s caring nature. Though, it’s subtle, I really that about him.

Who would initiate skinship more: Probably me, but mainly behind closed doors since I get hesitant to show PDA. Hobi and Joon would probably be more open either way.

Who would hog blankets more: Them. Whenever I share a bed with someone, I never have any blankets fghjkl

Who would be more clingy: *waves awkwardly* hi, that’s me.

Who would say “I love you” first: Maybe them. It takes a moment for me to. I won’t say it unless I mean it. When it comes to relationships, it often takes a bit longer for me to say it.

Who would be more easily flustered: Joon and hobi would have me a shy mess. Yoongi and I could go either way, though. We’re too soft.

What cuddling position would you two have: Okay, I reeeeeally like lying on top of people when it comes to cuddling. Or, lying off to their side, but I’m essentially halfway on top of them. I just really like being super close or not at all. There’s no in between.

Which colors remind you of them and why: Purple, because it’s Namjoon’s favorite color, but also blue. I don’t really know why but something about blue is calming to me and I feel like Joon has that affect as well. || Yellow for Hobi because he’s so bright, energetic, and never fails to put a smile on someone’s face. || Black for Yoongi. It’s bold and can seem intimidating, but it can speak many volumes. Black is poetic.

Which season would you like to spend with them: Winter with Namjoon, Spring with Hobi, and Autumn with Yoongi.

Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter: I could fit in both categories and I’m sure Namjoon would eat the batter. Hobi and Yoongi would fuss about getting salmonella because of the batter having eggs, but that won’t stop me.

Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react: I would make the puns! I’m not sure how they’d react tbh. Some of my puns are good and laugh worthy, then some have people going “clo PLEASE stop” (Yoongi would be so done with me, honestly)

Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats: 50 FREAKING DOGS BISH

Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue: Namjoon can’t even cut an onion. Who do you think is putting out that fire? || Then it would probably be me when it comes to Hobi and Yoongi because I nearly set the house on fire because I put a metal bowl into the microwave and it was sparking cvbhnjkl

Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back: If any of those brats did this I’d have a heart attack then yell at them.

What would watching a horror film with them be like: Namjoon would probably snort at how I would cling and barely even watch the movie (I don’t do well with scary things). || Hobi and I would be a squealing mess. We’d agree to not even put ourselves through that. || Yoongi would just scoff if I clung to him, but he wouldn’t turn off the movie because he’s a lil shit.

Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt: I could go either way because I flirt without even trying, but when I try, I’m super cheesy since I just want to make the other laugh. They’d be smooth about it, though.

Who is more competitive: Me, hands down.

Who would have to be given constant reminders (reminders to eat, don’t forget your keys, etc): Me, again, with Namjoon, though. Unless it’s passports, then him, haha. || I’d remind Yoongi to eat and to go to sleep because he’s always working so hard, same with Hobi.

Who sends memes and who sends cute “I miss you” texts at 3am: Yoongi and Namjoon would probably be the “I miss you text,” then Hobi would send memes....but same

#thank you for tagging me<3 #personal #tag

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dawnstruck · 6 years

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Yoonmin Drabble #20

Other people would perhaps call it petty but Jimin himself likes to think of it as admirable. In any case, he had successfully managed to each and every aspect of Yoongi's career these past few months.

He had carefully selected which events he attended, had declined offers to certain shows, had refused to answer questions regarding his past as an idol, had simply switched the radio channel whenever the name Agust D fell, had blacklisted all his pseudonyms on all his electronics.

It had been both been harder and easier than when he had still been in the military. During his service, he had no cellphone and limited access to the internet, not to mention that Yoongi himself had been stationed at a barracks back in Daegu. But the guys in Jimin's unit had been curious when the first met him, not because he was a world famous kpop idol but because there was no one who could have missed the scandal.

No one had asked outright but Jimin had felt their looks and heard their whispers. Someone were disgusted, some were pitying, and he didn't know which he hated more. But he kept his head down, did his work, and eventually people got used to him.

For two years, Park Jimin was just one soldier among many. For two years, he did not sing.

Now he is back, still not quite used to the spotlight, but perhaps that is just because he is simply walking the red carpet alone these days.

It is also the first award show he is attending where he knows that Yoongi will be present, will be nominated, will perform.

Three years, Jimin reminds himself. Three years since the scandal, since the breakup, since the pain. Three years since everyone gave a sigh of relief when the seven of them collectively started their service and called it a hiatus instead of a disbandment. Three years since a very personal apocalypse.

By now, Jimin should be over it, but the memories sit deep in his bones and still won't let him sleep some nights. He turns over words he could have used, contemplates kisses he should have never given.

We have it all, he had whispered into Yoongi's ear one night, mere weeks before the fall, when the paupers had still thought themselves princes, before 'all' was taken from them in what felt like a blink, a flurry of shameful headlines and panicked press conferences.

Now, he finds himself sitting on a velvet seat close to the aisle in a big concert hall, surrounded by other artists who make pleasant small-talk instead of sending him sidelong looks. Three years and the scandal has died down, the world has moved on, and Korea has become more accepting. Three years and so much unfair timing.

Please, Taehyung had said on the phone before Jimin had even found the invitation among his manager's emails. Please, just this once. It's been so long, and Kookie is hosting. It would mean a lot to him to have you there.

So Jimin had agreed, reluctantly, had send his confirmation to the organizers, had declined a plus one, had picked an outfit and stitched a perfectly blasé expression onto his face before he climbed out of the car and faced the feral flashes of the cameras.

“Now,” Jungkook says on stage, while his co-host smiles sweetly. “I am very happy to announce our next performer. For over a decade, he has been a caring hyung, a wonderful mentor and a great inspiration to me.”

The crowd cheers and Jimin does not flinch.

“Tonight,” Jungkook continues, “He is nominated in the category Best Solo Rap or HipHop for his truly remarkable self-produced song Easier.”

Again, Jimin keeps himself still. He had known of the nomination, yes, but this is the first time he has heard of the song in particular. It's a simply title, deceptively plain, but with a whirlwind of implications underneath the word.

“Please welcome,” Jungkookie says, lifting his arms in a well-practiced gesture, “Min Yoongi!”

That- is new. Had it been a simple faux pas of Jungkook to announce Yoongi under his legal name instead of his stage persona? Or was that intentional? Had Yoongi perhaps even done away with Agust D altogether, to rid himself of echo of Suga that were still caught in that name? Jimin has no time to contemplate it further. The lights dim, the crowd hushes, and then a small part of the stage is illuminated, a white halo atop a grand piano.

Yoongi, when he sits down on the small bench, does not look like a rapper or an idol or like someone Jimin remembers very well.

His slacks are black, his dress shirt white, and his hair is all natural. He looks like a concert pianist and it is so at odds with the man whose face twisted into an ugly visage when he told Jimin to leave, just leave then, tell them I forced you when I fucked you, tell them you never loved me at all!

No, Jimin chides himself, clenching his fists in his lap. He will not allow himself to sink back into the guilt and the doubt and the questions of blame. He will listen to this song, four minutes, five minutes, however long it takes, tag them on to the three years that have passed, and then he will continue to breathe.

Yoongi's hands touch the piano key the way they used to touch Jimin's body – knowingly, familiarly, lovingly – and he draws sounds from it just the same. Underneath Yoongi's affection, Jimin had sung. Now he watches and keeps his silence.

There is no track to accompany the melody Yoongi writes out with his fingers, no beat and no bass, just Yoongi leaning forward and pushing his lips against the mic in something akin to a kiss.

“I won't lie, I felt betrayed, I started cursing your name,” he begins to rap and the words zap through Jimin's mind like lightening, unexpected and unpleasant. It does not surprise him that Yoongi would have turned their ugly separation into an angry rap, but to think that he got a nomination and potentially even an award out of it is especially jarring.

“I even smoked cigarettes to burn out your taste, set my lungs on fire and laid my tongue to waste,” Yoongi continues and Jimin pulls a face, insulted. Yoongi had always abhorred smoking, and to fault Jimin for a new bad habit was just petty and childish.

“But my lips were promised kisses and I find that I miss it,” Yoongi says, softer and almost self-deprecating, “Though I guess I got myself to blame.”

Jimin stills.

Of course he would miss it, he tries to rationalize it. Their relationship had been good while it had lasted, there was no reason to demean it. But to say it so blatantly, so shamelessly...

“I don't remember all that happened, who said what and how and when,” Yoongi says and that's fair enough, the lines had blurred as they both hurled hurtful things at each other, as they couldn't breathe around their fear, and Jimin remembers those days as nothing but a long stretch of hurt.

“Though I do remember thinking, We could try this again,” Yoongi admits, only to lets his head hang a little. “But the door was locked by then, the thought came too late. So I tried to shrug it off and called it Mistakes and Fate. I went on with my life, I put my game face on, never daring to look just how far you had gone.”

Incheon, Jimin thinks. I was stationed in Incheon, and for two years your were just two hours away.

“I thought it would be easier to leave you behind,” Yoongi says and the piano is slower now, contemplative, less explosive anger and aching regret. “Easier to get your laughter out of my mind. Easier to write songs about things that aren't you. Easier to lie than forever be true.”

Truth, that had been it, the thing that broke their backs. They lived so many pretenses, had thought that they could juggle their existence as idols with their secret little affair behind the scenes.

Affair, Jimin recalls with a sour taste. That's what the papers had called it.

“I asked my father, Hey, dad, how did you know?” Yoongi raps, easily switching into his Satoori dialect, stronger than ever after two years away from Seoul. “How did you know that mom was it? How long did you date? He said, Son, you never know and you'll always be afraid. But some things that aren't easy are still worth the wait.”

Jimin swallows. He can tell that there are cameras on him now, filming his reactions, and in that moment he realizes that, while he has stoutly refused to listen to any of Yoongi's works, the entire country had been aware that this was a song written about them. And now they wanted to see what Jimin thought of it.

“So maybe I should have waited,” Yoongi acknowledges, “Maybe I would have won. Maybe I could have lingered even after you had run.”

I didn't run, Jimin thinks spitefully, despite the fact that he isn't even sure anymore. They had both messed up and sometimes there was no changing that.

“And I accept the blame, I do, I have it written on my skin,” Yoongi bursts out, his eyes shut in concentration, “Yet I want the world to know – we were always more than sin!”

Oh, Jimin says and suddenly there are tears caught in his lashes. How is it possible that, years and years later, Yoongi's music still managed to touch him so deeply, so suddenly?

“I thought it would be easier, but my music wants your voice,” Yoongi confesses. His upper-body is swaying back and forth with it, like a man in prayer. “I thought it would be easier, but this was never just my choice.”

It hadn't been our choice at all, Jimin knows. The choice had been taken from them the moment their relationship was dragged out for everyone to sneer and stare at.

“Maybe you'll never hear this song, maybe I cannot ask for more,” Yoongi finishes, the melody turning slower and slower underneath his fingertips, like the end of heavy rain. “But if you love me still, maybe we could try for an encore?”

No, Jimin thinks helplessly. No, this isn't fair. Yoongi couldn't just write one song and undo three years of stagnation. He couldn't take Jimin's pain and soothe it into oblivion.

The song is over and the lights turn low again. The audience bursts into cheers. Jimin keeps his hands carefully folded and does not acknowledge the cameras. Then Jungkook and his co-host are back on stage, commending Yoongi's performance before also announcing the next artist. Jimin gets up from his seat and squeezes back the other people to get into the aisle. He'd catch a short break in the bathroom, he tells himself. Maybe see whether he could get someone to bring him something to drink, water or alcohol, he doesn't even know. Yet, somehow, he suddenly finds himself at the door that leads backstage for when artists need to get ready for their performance.

“There you are,” Hoseok hisses, stepping out of the shadow. “I was already thinking you wouldn't come.” “I- what?” Jimin says, confused, especially as Hoseok just grabs him by the arm and leads him through the door, nodding at the security people.

“Do you know how much planning this took?” Hoseok shakes his head. “I never thought you of all people would be so stubborn or childish.” “What are you talking about?” “The song!” Hoseok exclaims with a wave of his hand. “You were supposed to hear it months ago. But then Taehyung finds out that you have literally purged Yoongi-hyung from your life, and when he heard he was ready to just give up. Seokjin had to move in with him, just to make sure he was eating properly. And then Namjoon set up this whole elaborate scheme of making listen to the song live so you can't just ignore it. This took months, I tell you, so you better be grateful.”

“I- I-,” Jimin stammers, with slowly inching panic making him realize where this is going. “Hobi,” Yoongi says where is suddenly standing on the threshold of a small changing room. “Let go of him.”

He looks a little older and his makeup glistens a little from how the stage lights must have burned down on him. But he is still just as short as always and he is he is looking right at Jimin.

“Hyung,” Jimin says, strangled, the first word in too long.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi returns and it should be too much, too familiar, but it feels just right. Yoongi's fingers clench around the door handle and he licks his lips, before gesturing into the empty room behind him. “Would you like to sit down and talk a bit?”

Jimin shakes his head, opens his mouth before Yoongi's face can fall. But perhaps the decision had already been made before Yoongi wrote his song.

“I'm here for that encore.”

Here the song lyrics for easier reading, if anyone is interested:

Min Yoongi - Easier (ft. dawnstruck) “I won't lie, I felt betrayed, I started cursing your name

I even smoked cigarettes to burn out your taste,

set my lungs on fire and laid my tongue to waste

but my lips were promised kisses and I find that I miss it

Though I guess I got myself to blame

I don't remember all that happened, who said what and how and when

But I do remember thinking, We could try this again

But the door was locked by then, the thought came too late

So I tried to shrug it off and called it Mistakes and Fate

I went on with my life, I put my game face on,

never daring to look just how far you had gone

I thought it would be easier to leave you behind

Easier to get your laughter out of my mind

Easier to write songs about things that aren't you

Easier to lie than forever be true

I asked my father, Hey, dad, how did you know?

How did you know that mom was it? How long did you date?

He said, Son, you never know and you'll always be afraid

But some things that aren't easy are still worth the wait

So maybe I should have waited, maybe I would have won

Maybe I could have lingered even after you had run

And I accept the blame, I do, I have it written on my skin

Yet I want the world to know – we were almost more than sin

I thought it would be easier, but my music wants your voice

I thought it would be easier, but this was never just my choice

Maybe you'll never hear this song, maybe I cannot ask for more

But if you love me still, maybe we could try for an encore?”

#kpop #bts #yoonmin #suji #dawnstruck drabbles: BTS

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