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Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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vVv

You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

vVv

You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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Yoongi POV

"Jagi, I can't right now", I say

"You can naekkeo", she whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, her arms around me from behind

God she's driving me insane

I just want to turn around, throw her on my desk and fuck her hard and fast

But I can't

Namjoon needs this song in an hour before practice

"No baby, I can't. Namjoon needs the song before practice. That's in an hour."

"Really naekkeo? You can't just stop for ten minutes?", she asks

"Ten?", I ask pretending to be shocked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Oh stop. You know what I mean. If you only have ten minutes, then you can do it in ten", she rolls her eyes

Fuck she's making it really hard to say no

Just thinking of her sliding up and down my cock is turning me on

'Stop!', I yell at myself

I need to get this done

"Baby, I want to but I can't right now ok?"

She sighs, "Ok Yoongi."

I feel bad for saying no again

It's not like I don't want her, I do but I have so much work and it's stressing me out

"I guess I'm gonna go so you can finish", she says

I don't want her to go but I shouldn't keep her here

She was with me all morning and I haven't paid any attention to her

And I'm just going straight to practice after this

"Ok jagi. I'll see you tonight ok?"

"Yeah Yoongi. Ok naekkeo", she answers

She leans down and kisses my cheek

"I love you"

"I love you Jo", I answer

She gives me a small smile, then she's gone

I feel bad that I'm not spending any time with her

It's been like this for awhile because we're getting ready to release a new album

We get really busy during that time

This is the first album since our wings album and we got bigger

There's a lot of changes for this album

More photo shoots, more videos, more practices, more everything because now there are different versions of the album

I always get home really late and she's always asleep when I get there

She's also asleep when I leave at the ass crack of dawn

I know she's probably upset but she never shows it or complains

I'm so lucky I have her

And I'm going to make everything up to her as soon as I have any free time

She deserves that and I want her to know how much I love her

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I'm so tired

I'm on a break from the photo shoot we have today

I didn't get home last night until after 2

She was already sleeping and I felt like such an asshole

I told her I'd see her last night but I couldn't

Again

But I did get to see her a little this morning

She had to get up with me

She's one of our makeup artists and she had to come with me to the photo shoot

The photo shoot is almost over but I have practice after this

Again

So I don't know when I'm going to see her

Which is why I'm looking for her now so I can spend my break with her

If I can find her before it ends

I pass by a room, glancing in and seeing her there

I'm about to walk in when I see she's talking to someone, Grace another make up artist who she's close with

"He said no?", Grace asks

"Yeah", she answers

"Why?"

"He said he had to finish a song. I get it, I know he's busy"

"Uh yeah but it's obvious it's bothering you"

"Yeah but not because I didn't get sex", she answers

"Ok then why?"

"I just....he's always been busy before but that's never stopped him. He'd always find time see me for like fifteen or twenty minutes."

"For sex?", Grace asks

"Yes and no. Not just sex but to talk to me, hug me, tell me he loves me, see how my day is going, tell me about his. You know things a boyfriend says to his girlfriend"

"And he hasn't been doing that?"

"No", she answers, "Yesterday when I told him I was leaving he just said ok. He didn't try to stop me or ask me to stay or to go to practice with him. I just left and didn't hear from him for the rest of the day. I saw him when he woke me up to come here."

I didn't want her to go but I really didn't think she'd want to come to another practice

"Uh when was the last time you had sex with him"

"Uh two, no, three months ago", she answers

Shit

Has it really been that long?

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"And is that how long he hasn't spent any time with you? Like besides when you're doing his makeup?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm always alone. He's never at home anymore. Not even just to see if I'm there or if I'm ok. Just to sleep if he even makes it home instead of just going to the dorm.", she explains, "He doesn't text either. Not like he used to. And he's never been the kind of guy who does phone calls either. I just miss him. A lot."

Fuck

I'm messing up so much when it comes to her

She's right about everything

I haven't been texting her or even seeing if she's ok

I haven't spoken to her, for real, for months

I'm always in the studio or at practice or a shoot or a performance

"So why don't you go out? Do something when you're home alone?", Grace asks

"I don't feel like it. I used to go out to the park or to the bookstore but I just don't want to leave the apartment anymore. Just thinking about getting up, getting dressed and driving somewhere makes me tired. I don't want to do it"

"Jo, I think you may be depressed"

What?

No she can't be

Not because of me

I can't handle if it's true

That I'm the cause of something so horrible, something that hurts her

I never want to hurt her

Ever

"Nah, I'm just lazy", she answers

Grace is silent for a minute

"Jo, I don't really know what to say about any of this"

"I.....", she trails off

"What Jo? You can tell me"

"I think that he's....he's not attracted to me anymore. He used to never say no. He used to always want to be with me. I think he doesn't want me anymore and this is his way of distancing himself before he ends it", she says quietly

WHAT?

Is she insane?

No fucking way

"How long have you been together?"

"Eight years. Since we were 16"

"Wow."

"Yeah. Maybe he's tired of me and wants someone better"

No just no

She can't think this

That has never crossed my mind once in all our years together

I know I want her for the rest of my life

I knew it when I asked her out and I know it to this day

"Better? Whose better?"

She shrugs, "An idol? Someone who gets what it's like to be one? Or just someone who's not me"

No fucking way

I don't want an idol

I don't want anyone else

I want her

Only her

"Jo, I think you just need to talk to him"

"No", she answers so fast

"Why?", Grace asks

"Because I...I can't hear him tell me he doesn't love me. I can't hear him say he doesn't want me. Hearing him say it.....I just can't"

"So you'd rather just wait for him to break up with you? If that's even what he's going to do?"

She nods, "I can just tell him I know why so he doesn't have to say it. But if I ask him, then he's going to have to answer me. And I don't want to hear him tell me....tell me...fuck I can't even say it again"

"But doesn't he tell you he loves you?"

"Yeah but he's always distracted when he says it. And he just could be saying it because it's an automatic response."

It's not

I love her

With all my heart

This is all my fault

I've neglected her to the point where she thinks I don't love her

I never want her to think that

I fucked up

"Yoongi!", I hear my name being called

Shit

I don't want her to know I've been listening to her conversation

At least not yet

I move towards whoever is calling me

"Yoongi?", she calls

I turn to her voice, sad look on her face

"Hi jagi", I answer

"Did you have a break yet?", she asks

"Uh yeah", I answer

A look of hurt flashes on her face before she hides it

"Oh. Uh what did you do? Did you sleep?", she asks quietly

Shit

I shouldn't have told her I had a break

Now she thinks I didn't want to spend it with her

"I...uh..", I stammer

I don't know what to say

"It's ok. Forget I asked", she says looking down

"Jo-"

"Uh I'm gonna go ok? I'm uh not feeling too good, so I'm going home. You're almost done right?"

I nod

She's not feeling good?

Why what's wrong?

Is she sick?

"Ok so one of the other makeup artists can fix your makeup if you need it. You have practice after right?"

"Uh yeah", I answer, "But baby what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"My stomach just hurts. I'll be ok"

She's lying

She's hurt and just wants to go home, to be away from... everything I guess

And it's my fault she feels this way

"I'll see you whenever ok?", she says turning from me, "I love you"

She walks away, not even giving me a chance to tell her I love her

I need to fix this asap

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"Yoongi, what the hell? That's like the tenth time you messed up. And stepped on my foot!", Jin yells

"Sorry", I mumble

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It's like two in the morning"

I just want to go home

I want to be with her

"Don't give me that shit. Something is wrong", Jin insists

He's pissing me off

"Back off", I snap

"No. We have a fucking performance soon and you're fucking up. So what's wrong?"

"This!", I yell waving my hands around, "This, all this! The constant fucking practicing, the triple photo shoots, the schedule that has us even more fucking busy than we normally are! How every fucking waking moment is about work! How I have to be Suga all the time instead of Yoongi! How I have to be here instead of with her!"

They stare at me, shocked

"But we've always been busy especially around the time when we release an album", Hobi answers, "What's different this time?"

"This time I may lose her", I choke out

"What? Why?", Jimin gasps

"Because she thinks I don't love her and I'm going to breakup with her"

"Uh why would she think that? And how do you know?", Namjoon asks

"On my break today, I was looking for her and I heard her talking to Grace."

"About what?"

"How I haven't spent any time at all with her in three months. How I used to but I never find time anymore. How I always come home when she's sleeping, always gone when she wakes up. How we haven't had sex in three months"

"Uh....why not?", Jungkook asks

"Because I'm too busy! Because every time I finish with one thing, another thing is thrown at me that I have to do immediately. Because it's one thing after another. I have to tell her no every time she tries to kiss me, hug me, be with me because a song needs to be finished in an hour or I have to practice all day or we have photo shoots or she's always asleep when I finally see her and I don't want to wake her up, just to have sex, like I'm using her"

Silence

They don't say anything

They don't have to

"She thinks I'm not attracted to her and I don't want her. She's actually waiting for me to break up with her. She thinks I'm trying to distance myself from her before I leave her. She doesn't want to talk to me about it because she can't....fuck", I stop, breathing hard, trying not to cry

"What Yoongi?", Tae asks

"She thinks I'm going to tell her I don't love her, I don't want her and she can't take hearing that even though I would never say that to her"

"What?", Jimin asks confused

I laugh sarcastically, "Her plan is to wait for me to break up with her and tell me I don't need to explain because she already knows why so she doesn't have to hear me say it"

"I....I'm sorry Yoongi.", Jin says

"What are you going to do?", Tae asks

"I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I love her and I'm never going to leave her. But I can't with this fucking schedule. I'll be gone tomorrow before she wakes up again because I need to finish three songs before the meeting with our managers and then we have practice again, all day. And the next day, we have a performance so that means all day at the venue, rehearsing and I'll see her only when she's putting my make up on"

I think to the days coming and I actually don't have any fucking time to see her and talk to her.

I can't believe this shit

It's like how it used to be when I was a trainee and they kept me from going to Daegu to see her

No wonder she thinks I'm going to leave her

"This is so fucked. We've never been this busy before where there's actually no time for anything else"

"Yoongi, listen ok.", Namjoon says, "Tomorrow don't come to practice"

"What?", I ask warily

"Just come to the meeting, then leave and go stay with her. You're going to be distracted again if you come anyway. So just go home and talk to her"

"I....are you sure?", I ask

"Yeah. I don't want you and Joanne to break up. You two love each other and need to fix this", Namjoon replies

The relief I feel is immense

And I thank god Namjoon is giving me the time to fix my relationship

I just nod, "Thanks"

"I guess we should all stop now and go home", Namjoon says

"Yes!", Jungkook yells

Namjoon glares at him

"What I'm tired", Jungkook says

"Whatever lets go", Namjoon mutters

I get my stuff, say bye to the guys and get ready to go home to my jagi

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It's dark inside the apartment

I don't want to turn on any lights and wake her up

So I use the flashlight on my phone to see where I'm going

When I open the bedroom door, I see her sleeping

She's curled on her side of the bed, under the blanket

I can't help it, I go and sit next to her, dimming the flashlight so it's not so bright but I can still see her

Some hair is around her face so push it back, running my fingers in it

God I love her so much

It kills me that she thinks I don't love her

Looking at her I notice she has something she's holding to her, and she's actually laying on part of it

I pull the blanket down a little, squinting

Fuck

It's one of my shirts

She's sleeping, holding on to my shirt because she can't hold me

That breaks my heart

She's holding onto it so tightly and she wrapped part of her hand in it

Then I noticed she's wearing one of my shirts too

I move the blanket more and she also has on one of my pajama pants

Oh god what did I do to her?

She has to wear my clothes to feel close to me

Sleep holding my shirt because I'm not here

I'm such a fucked up boyfriend

And the worst part is that I didn't even notice how she felt

If I didn't hear her conversation today, I still wouldn't know

Because I haven't been paying attention to her

I see part of the shirt she's wearing is a little wet

It's then that I notice I'm crying and my tears are what's making the shirt wet

I lean over her, kissing her cheek, then get up to change

I just put on a t-shirt and pj pants, then get in the bed next to her

I turn to her, moving as closer to her as I can, cuddling into her back

And I just cry

I can't stop it

I can't believe I didn't see anything

How long has she been sleeping with one of my shirts?

How long has she been using them to sleep in?

How could I have not noticed until today?

I sleep next to her when I can and I was too stupid to notice

I wasn't paying attention but I will from now on

I'll never make her feel like this again

She moves, turning around to face me

"Wha?", she whispers, her eyes barely open

"Yoongi?", she asks tiredly

"Yeah jagi, I'm here", I answer

She moves closer to me, snuggling into my chest, her head on my arm and her arm around my body

"Yoongi", she says softly, her eyes closed

In a few seconds she's sleeping again, breathing evenly

"I'm sorry jagi", I whisper, holding her tightly, "I'm sorry. I love you Jo. So much. I'm going to fix everything. I swear"

I kiss her forehead and close my eyes, trying to sleep for a little

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My alarm goes off and I reach for my phone to turn it off

I didn't sleep well

I kept waking up to find her on her side of the bed, away from me

I don't know why but I think it's because she's used to sleeping alone

I have to ask her when I come back after the meeting

She's laying on me now because I woke up half an hour ago and moved her to me

Again

I don't want to go

I don't want to wake her up

I want to stay right here, holding her

'You can after the meeting', I tell myself

Gently, I move her on her pillow but her eyes open

Fuck, I was trying not to wake her up

"Yoongi?", she asks, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's 9:30 baby."

"Oh. You have practice this early?"

"No baby. I have a meeting with the guys and the managers."

She nods, "Right, I uh remember you said that, uh the other day. You have practice after the meeting right?"

"About that, I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Oh. Why?"

"I'm gonna come home after the meeting"

She looks at me tiredly, "Oh ok"

"You're going to be here right Jo?", I ask

"I uh yeah. I have no where to go so yeah"

I hate that she just stays home all day and has nothing to do

She works when we have photo shoots, music videos, performances, events or interviews

But there's no reason to have a make up artist when we're just practicing

I think Grace is right

I think she's depressed

Especially if she's just home alone all day

And if I'm right, then it's all my fault

I made her depressed, I made her think I don't love her

It's killing me

But I'm going to fix it today

"Ok jagi", I answer

I gotta get up so I go to the bathroom

When I get out, she goes in while I get dressed

"Jo?", I call

"Yeah?"

I walk to the kitchen where she went after the bathroom

"I'm going to go. I'll be home soon ok"

"Yeah Yoongi. Sure"

I lean down, giving her a kiss on her lips, "I love you"

"I love you too Yoongi", she answers, giving me a small smile

"Bye"

I make myself turn away from her towards the door

I stop before I leave the kitchen and glance back at her

She's just standing by the stove looking out the window while she waits for the water for her tea to boil

She looks so unhappy

I have to change that

I will

I swear I will

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I finally get out of the meeting with the guys and the managers

Pointless meeting about the schedule that we have over the next few months

More work

But I also talked to the managers about being overwhelmed with the amount of work and pressure they're putting on us

I told them that they need to lighten up or I'm going to burn out

I don't want that to happen

I love my job, I love performing, I love ARMYS

But if my body gives out, I can't do anything about it

They said they'd take what I said under consideration and we'll be getting a break after the end of the wings tour

Whatever

I'm still going to make time for Joanne no matter what they say

I leave BigHit, get into my car and drive home to spend the day with her

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I open the door to our apartment and go inside

"Jo?", I call

She was in the kitchen when I left

"Yoongi?", she asks

I follow her voice and go to the living room

She's on the couch with the tv on

Looking at me in surprise

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"I told you before I left jagi that I was coming back today. I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Yeah but...", she trails off

"What Jo?", I ask

Is she not happy to see me?

"I uh....I'm sorry Yoongi but I didn't believe you", she tells me

I didn't expect that but I can't blame her

"It's ok Jo. I just want to stay with you today"

She looks so confused, "You do? Why?"

I blink

Did she just ask me why?

"Uh what?", I ask unsure of what to say

"Why? Don't you have to finish the songs for the new album? And aren't you guys starting the rest of the tour in a few days? Isn't practicing more important?"

This hurts me so much

I hate how this is how she thinks because of me

God, I've neglected her so badly, she's actually asking me why I'd want to spend time with her

That's so fucked on so many levels

And it's my fault

"I uh, no baby, it's not more important than you. I miss you"

"You do?"

The look of genuine confusion on her face breaks my heart

She really thinks I don't miss her

I sit next to her, "Yeah jagi"

"Oh. I guess I don't understand what makes today different. Why you'd rather be here"

Hearing what she's saying makes me start crying

I can't stop it

Just like last night

She really can't believe I'd rather be with her than at work

"Yoongi what's wrong?", she asks panicking, "I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry I made you upset"

She puts her arms around me and holds me to her, rubbing my back

That just makes me cry harder

She thinks she upset me

Fuck I don't deserve her

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm so sorry", I sob, clutching onto her tight

"Uh it's ok Yoongi"

"No baby it's not ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you, don't want you. That I'm not attracted to you. But Joanne, that is so wrong"

"Uh ok", she answers

"I love you more than anything, with all my heart. You are the only girl I fell in love with and I'm just as in love with you as I was the day I realized I was..... No wait, I'm more in love with you than before. You're the only one I want, no one else"

"Yoongi, uh what's going on? What are you talking about?"

"I...I....heard you...Yyyy....yesterday talking to Grace"

"What?", she gasps

"I...I...went to look for you during my break Jo. When I fff...found you. I heard you talking to her. I heard what you said"

"Shit", she mutters

"No jagi, just listen. Please", I ask, pulling away from her and looking in her face

"Uh..ok"

"I love you Joanne", I sob, "There is no one better for me than you baby. I swear. No one compares to you. Not for me. Jagi you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Don't ever think I don't want you. I do. I did, every time you tried but I let work get in the way. And I'm sorry"

"Yoongi", she says softly

"Joanne, I don't want anyone but you. I can't live without you. I mean that. You're my everything, my world baby.", I get out, "I'm sorry I didn't notice how you felt baby. I'm sorry I didn't notice how I wasn't paying attention to you. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I never want you to think I don't love you because I always will. I can promise you I will always love you"

"How can you promise that? You can't", she says quietly

"Yes I can"

"How?"

"Because I can't even think of what it's like to be without you without crying. Because I can't imagine waking up and not seeing you next to me. I can't imagine living the rest of my life without you." I explain

I touch her beautiful face and I'm so happy when she leans into my hand

"I love you Yoongi. I feel the exact same way as about you"

"I know you do baby. I have never doubted that you love me. Ever. And I promise I'm going to change things jagi ok? I missed you so much. I promise I'm going to make time for you Jo. Everyday. I'm not going to let work take over. Lately it's been too much for me and I need to relax or I'm going to burn out. I told them that at the meeting. And I want to spend the time I take to chill out with you"

She smiles at me, "Yeah?"

"Yeah", I nod

"Ok"

I smile at her and pull her to me, my lips on hers

I put all my love into the kiss, kissing her like my life depends on it

She kisses me exactly the same way

After the kiss ends, I tell her, "I'm going to make everything up to you baby. I'm going to give you everything, all the attention I haven't been giving you. Starting now", I tell her

Leaning to her, I kiss her again

She puts her arms around my neck, kissing me back

I pull her on my lap, so shes straddling me, my hands in her hair, tongue in her mouth

She gets as close to me as possible, still kissing me

I move away from her lips, kissing her neck, making her moan

Jesus that sound turns me on so much

Sliding my hands down her body, I start pulling her shirt up

I pull away from her neck for a second to get the shirt off her

I go back to kissing her neck, licking and sucking, leaving marks all over her, touching her all over

"Yes Yoongi"

Moving down her body, I keep kissing her

When I get to her breasts, I suck gently on her nipple, running my hands up and down her back

"Shit", she moans, her body shaking a little

I smile

I love making her feel good

I miss making her feel good

Switching to her other nipple, I lick her over and over

"Fuck Yoongi"

I keep kissing her body, moving her up so she's on her knees

I kiss all over her stomach, leaving more marks all over, her hands moving into my hair and pulling

"Fuck, I love you", I whisper

"I love you Yoongi"

"Up baby", I say, helping her to stand up

I pull down her pj pants and panties, then move her back on me, just as she was before, keeping her up on her knees

I kiss lower, leaving more hickies on her perfect skin

Moving back I let my eyes roam all over her, my hands running up and down her legs

Fuck me, her body is so perfect

I can look at her all day, just sitting here staring at her

My eyes go to her pussy, and I bite my lip, getting so turned on

She's so wet, she's dripping all over my sweatpants, making them wet

I've never seen her this wet before

"Baby", I moan, just staring

"Yoongi", she whimpers

Fuck, I need her now

I pull her to me, her clit in my mouth and I start sucking fast

"Oh god Yoongi", she moans, her hands going back in my hair

"Baby", I moan too

Fuck, I love having her clit in my mouth

Licking, sucking, I love pleasuring her this way

And she loves when I play with her here than anywhere else

"Fuck YOONGI", she shouts, coming and shaking so hard, I have to hold her up by her legs

Moving my tongue to her pussy, I lick her, tasting her again and I kick myself for not doing this sooner

She tastes so good and I missed it so much

Pulling away, I see some of her cum on her thigh and I want it

I lean forward, running my tongue on her thigh, licking it off her

"Fuck, you're so good baby", I tell her

"God Yoongi. You're so fucking sexy", she moans

Not as much as she is

I look up at her, kiss her clit, making her tremble

"Can I give you more?"

"Huh?", she asks, looking down at me

God she's fucking beautiful

"I want to give my baby more. So much more jagi."

I lick her clit

"Shit"

"I want to make you feel so good baby. Over and over. I want to make you scream, make you shake, make you lose it. I want to give you everything", I explain, "Can I?"

"Yeah Yoongi. If you want to", she answers

"I want to baby. So much"

"Ok Yoongi", she smiles at me

"I love you", I tell her

I'm never going to stop telling her I love her

I want her to know, to hear it so she never forgets

"I love you", she answers

I love hearing her say that

"Ready to scream baby?", I smirk

She smirks and nods

I pull her to me, sliding my tongue all over her

"Oh god", she shouts, her hands going in my hair

Opening her legs more, I'm able to get better access to her, sliding my tongue all over her pussy

"Fuck", she whimpers

I love the way she feels against my tongue

I love everything about eating her out

I switch between licking her and sucking on her clit

"Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

God, I love it

Grabbing her, I move her, putting her on her back on the couch, opening her legs wide and sliding my tongue inside her

"Yoongi, fuck", she yells

I move my tongue up and out, sliding up her pussy, then suck on her clit

Then I slip my tongue back inside and do it again

And again and again and again

I feel her start to shake and put my tongue back in just as she explodes

She squeezes my tongue, releasing all over it, tasting fucking amazing

When she finishes, I move away, standing and taking my clothes off

Then I pick her up, lay on the couch, my head on the couch arm and slide her on my cock

"YOONGI!", she shouts, instantly clenching me tightly

"Oh god baby", I moan

Jesus Christ, I fucking forgot how good she feels

How tight, how wet

I was so stupid to wait so long

I should of been with her when I wanted to instead of stopping her

I'll never make that mistake again

Ever

"Fuck Jo. I missed you so much", I tell her

"I missed you too Yoongi. Shit you're so fucking hard and feel so fucking good", she praises

Fuck, she's the best girl ever

She tries to start moving but I stop her

"No baby"

She looks at me confused

"I don't want you to do anything. I want to give it to you. I want you to just feel ok?"

She tilts her head, looking at me but she answers, "Ok"

"Good"

Gripping her hips, I move her up then slam her down on my cock

"Shit!", she yells while I moan

I move her again, faster and harder, pleasure fucking exploding on my body

"Baby fuck", I yell

I watch her yell while I bounce her on me, pleasure on her face

She's fucking gorgeous

I feel her throbbing on me and it sends spikes of pleasure through my veins

I slam her down and she screams, orgasming, her hand gripping my wrist hard and her other gripping the couch

"YOONGI"

"Yes baby, fuck. I love when you cum on me"

"Fuck I love coming on your cock naekkeo. It feels so good", she moans

I keep fucking her through her orgasm, bringing her down and thrusting up into her at the same time

"Yoongi oh god", she shouts

I thrust harder, watching her again

She's yelling, her breasts bouncing hard, sweat all over her body

I can't tear my eyes away

I love seeing her in such pleasure and I love that I'm making her feel it

It just adds to the intense pleasure I'm feeling

The next thrust, slams into her spot, making her scream loudly

Yes

Fuck, she's gonna cum so much and I want her too

Every few slams in that spot can give her orgasm after orgasm and I love watching her in constant pleasure

The next thrust causes her first orgasm, making her shake above me and scream

"Yeah baby, more", I request

I keep going, causing another climax just as she finishes the first

"Oh god", she yells

"Again"

I slam in her again and she cums again

She's the only girl who I've been able to give multiple orgasms like this, one right after the other

And I fucking love it

Her constant orgasms makes her constantly throb and tighten on my cock, causing intense pleasure

"Again baby."

"Yoongi", she cries

"One more", I ask

One more this way

"Yes Yoongi, fuck I want it. I want you"

"I want you baby, always"

I move again and she explodes, screaming

"Yes, good girl. Fuck", I praise her, "My good girl. My best girl"

When she finishes, I pull her off and get her on her hands and knees

I thrust hard inside her and she screams my name loudly

"YOONGI"

I will never get fucking tired of hearing her scream my name

I love my name coming out of her mouth in any way

"Baby girl, your pussy is my favorite place to be"

"I love you being in me Yoongi. You always make me feel so good", she breathes hard

"Yeah baby? You always make me feel good too"

I snap my hips, burying my cock deep inside her

"Yes, baby", she whimpers

I pound in her mercilessly, just feeling the pleasure from her

She shouts and cums on me again

Looking down, I watch my cock slide in and out of her, soaked with her wetness and her cum

God that's a sight I love seeing

But I can't look for long or I'll cum

And I don't want to yet

I want to give her more

So I look away and just continue to thrust hard and fast in her

"YOONGI!", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum Yoongi!"

"Good girl baby. Be my good girl and let me feel you cum"

"Fuck!"

Her whole body shakes, her pussy squeezing and pulling my cock hard

Her arms start to give out but I grab her and hold her up

"Not yet baby. I want it again", I murmur

Slamming harder, I reach around her and rub her clit

"God Yoongi", she cries, her body trembling

"My baby likes when I play with her clit and fuck her?", I ask

"Yes Yoongi. I love it"

"Fuck baby, you're such a fucking turn on"

She really is

She can turn me on in a fucking second

"C'mon baby girl. Give me", I ask

"Oh my god Yoongi", she screams, another orgasm running through her

It feels fucking incredible

I need to get out before I cum

But she's holding on so tightly

"Bbbbb....baby let me go. Please jagi. I...I can't take it", I plead

I don't know if she's listening to me while she's feeling her orgasm

"Joanne! Let go baby. I'm gonna cum, let go!", I cry

I feel her orgasm end and the second she unclenches me, I pull out just in time

She falls face down on the couch and I sit back, trying to calm myself down

I know if I go back in her now, I'm gonna cum immediately

I give myself a few minutes, breathing hard

When I'm sure I'm good, I turn her over and move her on her back, her head on the couch's arm cushion

I open her legs, lay on her, pushing inside slowly

"Yoongi", she moans softly

"Jagi. Jo", I say kissing her lips

I move but this time I go slower, just feeling her

She tightens on me again, feeling so good

She puts her arms around me, pulling me against her, holding me tightly

Being in her arms is my favorite place to be

It's the one place I rather be than anywhere else

I feel safe and loved in her arms

And the best part is that she feels the same way in my arms

When she told me that for the first time, I was so happy

She runs her fingers up and down my back, heating every nerve in my skin

She's looking at me with so much love that it takes my breath away

She reaches out, caressing my face and I can feel her love

It's the best feeling in the world

"I love you Yoongi. So much naekkeo. Always", she whispers

God I feel like crying

I love her so much and I'm so happy she loves me

She's the only girl I ever loved and the only one that ever made me feel this way

I would give up anything for her, follow her anywhere

She's my life and I'm one thousand percent happy about it

"I love you Joanne. More than anything in this world"

She smiles at me, I can't take it

My lips land on hers in a passionate kiss

She kisses me back just as passionately

I feel her getting ready and the next time I move, she moans my name softly, coming and holding my body tightly to her

"Yoongi, my Yoongi"

The pure pleasure from her is too much and I can't hold back

I don't want to

I cum hard, pressing my body as close to her's as I can, my body shaking from my orgasm

"Joanne, oh baby, my Jo", I moan

When we both finish, I pull out but stay laying on her

She keeps holding me, running her fingers in my hair

I love when she plays with my hair

It feels good

"Baby, my baby", she whispers, "I love my Yoongi. My naekkeo"

I hold her tightly, listening to her heartbeat

"I love my Jo. So much jagi. Forever", I answer

"Forever", she agrees

I lift my head, kissing her and feeling her kiss me back

And I'm so happy I have her

Forever

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White Dress or Whatever (Midnight’s Minuet Drabble 2)

This is the second drabble off of the Midnight’s Minuet series, but can be read alone. However, I highly suggest you read the whole series and the first drabble to have a better understanding on how two people who hated each other ended up here!

Inspired by this song:

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Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff

WC: 2400

Summary: Settling in at his penthouse hasn’t been easy, Yoongi thinks it’s too spacious for him alone. He’s been dropping hints here and there that he wants you to move in with him once your lease at the apartment is up, but it’s always gone over your head. This time, however, he’ll make sure to coax out an answer out of you.

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•••

Yoongi woke up from his slumber and squinted at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:28 AM? He craned his neck as far as he could to see it clearly since physically turning would mean possibly interrupting your sleep. With over a year of being together, your relationship has grown more stable and comfortable. He really couldn’t recall the time when you argued, except that one time you accused him of not listening to you when in fact, he was. He was just bad at making eye contact. The image of your surprised expression when he repeated everything you had said back to you is one he would never forget. Apart from opening himself to you, and allowing you to get to know him better, he also discovered a lot of things about you. He now knows of the fact that you like your space, and you’re not a big fan of physical contact, which means you’re not much of a hugger either. Sure you enjoy cuddles as much as the next person does, but you’re never the first one to initiate the sweet gesture. But strangely enough, and the thing which he is grateful for, you always seem to crave his touch.

Despite wiggling out of his arms whenever he would spoon you in bed a little too long for your liking, you would always move closer just when sleep was about ready to win you over, linking one arm with his before reaching for his hand and putting your other hand on his forearm. Then, after leaning your head against his shoulder, you would let out a contented sigh before dozing off. He turned his head to look at you in the same manner, a slight smile on his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the quiet snore leaving your lips and observed them forming a half-pout as your cheek squished against his shoulder. “You must have been so tired…” he whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead.

It has already been a couple of days since he got back from his two-week business trip to Spain, but his body clock has not adjusted properly yet, tricking him that it’s still around seven o’clock in the evening. That’s the time he usually spent walking around the hotel, checking in with the guards, checking in with the concierge, checking in with the kitchen staff - just a final once over on everything before he calls it a night. It’s tiring, it’s energy-draining having to check every single floor and engage in small talk with the employees. He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it, considering they’re both introverts, but his older brother seems to have more innate social skills than he does. Every night, all he wanted to do was to call you just to simply hear your voice, but he couldn’t because of the time difference. It’s the longest that you’ve been away from each other since you started your relationship, and missing you almost made him go crazy.

Yoongi gently lifted your head and settled you down on your pillow, removing the loose strand of hair that made its way to your face. You sleepily groaned in response before tugging on the duvet over your shoulder and turning your back on him. The distance you created was mere inches, yet a pang of longing struck his chest. Before he knew it, he’s already wrapping his arms around you and burying his face on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes before giving into sleep again.

•••

Three months ago…

“Why are you here? Who’s looking after the hotel?” Seokjin asked as he opened the door to his younger brother.

“That’s a nice way to welcome your brother, hyung. Also, the 2000 employees,” Yoongi replied dryly. “I wanna see my baby niece and I dropped YN off at home along the way.” Yoongi walked past Seokjin to enter further into the house.

“Your baby niece is still in her mother’s tummy and won’t be out in this world until May.”

“I’m talking about Jihyo, hyung…”

As if on cue, the padding of Seokjin’s three-year-old daughter’s little feet echoed around the high-ceiling living room, “Uncle Yoonie is here?” The little girl poked her head out between the mezzanine railings, pigtails coming into view first, before squealing in delight at the sight of her favorite uncle.

“Come down here, Jihyo…” Yoongi opened up his arms to his niece, calling her over.

“She won’t come to you, she’s busy playing,” Seokjin piped up.

“I can’t! I’m– I’m playing with my Polly Pocket…” Jihyo lifted her hand showing off something so small, Yoongi couldn’t even make out what it was despite squinting. “They’re Mommy’s old toys! Mommy said they’re vin-sej!”

“Okay! Have fun playing then… Don’t put them in your mouth,” Yoongi turned to Seokjin, “They’re what?”

“Vintage. She said they’re vintage.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Do they still make those toys these days?” Yoongi asked, genuinely confused.

“They make the bigger version now. Nara’s toys were the original compact miniatures, that’s why she’s been going around teaching Jihyo the word ‘vintage,” Seokjin scoffed. “Yah… did you just say you dropped Yn off?”

“Yeah, she has a wedding to cater to tomorrow and–”

“Seriously, when are you gonna ask her to move in with you? Didn’t you say the lease on her apartment is almost up?” Seokjin cut him off as he made his way to the freezer, retrieving a pint of dark chocolate ice cream and two spoons before motioning for Yoongi to come sit with him at the kitchen island.

“I’ve been trying to–”

“Have you, really? Or you’re just throwing empty hints to the wind and then hope for the best?”

“I mean–”

“I knew it,” Seokjin glared at his brother. “Your time’s running out, dude. I thought Mom has already given you the w–”

“AYY AYYY HYUNG, I got it! I got it! Yeah, I have them.” Yoongi rubbed his face annoyingly before gesturing to shush his older brother off.

“Okay okay, sorry!”

“I’ll ask her to move in with me real soon. She’s been staying over most of the time already though, it’s almost like we’re living together already.”

��Okaaay,” Seokjin teased. “Just make sure you hid those–”

“YAH HYUNG!”

Seokjin burst into his squeaky windshield wiper-sounding laugh, satisfied with how easily he could still tease his younger brother.

•••

You woke up to the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You set a 6 AM alarm because you were planning on going for a quick run this morning before jumping on a meeting with Taehyung and the rest of your staff for your new business venture— opening the first Sweet Knight branch outside of the hotel. You sleepily reached out to turn it off, and judging by the way that Yoongi was almost swaddling you in his arms, you didn’t think the morning run was still possible.

“You up?” Yoongi’s raspy voice softly rang in your ear, his warm breath hitting the nape of your neck at the same time.

“Hmm…” You turned around to face him, his hand automatically running down your side and stopping at the small of your back, as your palm rested on his chest. “How long have you been up?”

“Fifteen-twenty minutes, I think.” Your eyes automatically closed when he planted a peck on your forehead.

“… and you just watched me sleep for fifteen-twenty minutes?”

“I watched you sleep, I listened to you snore, I— very gently— wiped your drool off, I removed your crusty— OW!” Yoongi flinched at the pain after you smacked him on his arm.

“Serves you right!”

Yoongi chuckled before pulling you tighter and nuzzling your hair.

He’s never been like this to other people. The thing about Yoongi is that he doesn’t speak much in general, but his actions are loud enough to drown out any form of speech. What he lacks in communicating, he makes up for in acts of service and physical touch. In the beginning, you didn’t think your relationship would last. Over one year isn’t considered as long either, but taking into account how you two started out just wanting to tear each other’s throats off, every quarter is a milestone. But it wasn’t long until you realized that you two are a lot more similar and compatible in a lot of ways. You both recharge by enjoying your alone time. You talk, he listens. You’re emotional, he’s rational. You balance each other out so well that you understand each other without even saying anything, and people who don’t know much would think you’ve been together for years.

“Do you have plans today?”

“I was planning to go for a run, but I like staying in bed with you.” Early morning pillow talk has also become a thing between you. You don’t live together, and everytime you stay over at the penthouse is either because you’re too tired to go home after work or because it’s a given after an intimate night.

“Yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Best decision.”

“Then Taehyung and I will call for a staff meeting about the new bakery… maybe check the inventory too.” You continued, picking on a loose thread you spotted on his shirt. “I think Taehyung ordered some supplies yesterday and they’re being delivered today.”

“Hmm…”

“Will probably do some tidying up at the apartment today too, Jimin might stay over this weekend.” Your brother has been staying over at the apartment on the weekends claiming he’s bored.

“Ask him to move into the apartment. It’s only a few minutes away from his workplace by train.” Yoongi dropped another hint of wanting you to move out.

“…and live with me? We will drive each other nuts after a few days.” You smiled fondly at the thought of your younger brother. “Besides, I think he and Marikit are planning to move in together.”

“Ohh… he didn’t tell us.”

“Of course, he wouldn’t tell you. Namjoon has recently broken up with Jelena.”

“Hmmm… right…”

Yoongi went silent again and you had to peek through your lashes to check if he fell back to sleep. He didn’t. He gave you a small smile when your eyes met for the first time that morning, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his now-slightly-longer hair. “What about you, babe? Do you have plans today?”

“I’m planning to ruin all your plans for today,” he replied smugly, breaking out into his signature gummy smile.

You were taken aback by the unexpected answer. “What? Okay, why would you–” you yelped as Yoongi rolled over you to climb out of bed, and with one sweep motion, scooped you up in his arms bridal-style. “What are you doing?!”

Yoongi carried you to the ensuite bathroom and sat you down on the granite bathroom sink, “Stay right here,” he caught your face between his hands and kissed you on the lips before going over to the drawers. You watched him retrieve a round-shaped box with a mother-of-pearl lid that shimmer iridescently against the warm lights. He looked at you fondly with a small smile before slotting himself between your legs, handing you the box, and opening up the lid. “My mother gave these to me…”

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when they landed on two gold bands sitting side by side, one is plain, the other is lined with little diamonds along the side of its entire circumference. “I… wh…” you stammered, a million different emotions rushing through and making your heart go haywire.

“These are my parents’ wedding rings,” Yoongi chuckled. “She gave Jin hyung her engagement ring, the one on Nara’s finger…” he continued, as if telling you the most normal thing in the world, without knowing its possible effect on you. How could he stay calm like this?

“These… these are beautiful, babe,” your hands started to get all clammy, you wish you could just wipe them off your pajamas, but that means possibly dropping the rings. Yoongi must have sensed your anxiety because he quickly covered your hands with his, supporting the box.

“Marry me, Yn…” his tone is almost a whisper, eyes seeking yours at the same time. The sincerity of his words gleamed in his eyes and you were so overwhelmed with emotions that yours started welling up. Yoongi let out a light chuckle before reaching out to wipe the tears that started streaming down your face. “I love you, you know that right?”

You nodded, still couldn’t believe that you’re being proposed to, sitting on a bathroom sink, in your most unflattering pajamas, yoongi’s old oversized shirt, and a bedhead.

“Marry me, Yn…” Yoongi repeated. “Today. Let’s get married today. Forget all your plans and let’s get married today.”

“Babe?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh through your tears. “Are you serious? We’re not prepared, I need a dress, I–”

“I have a white suit. Do you have a white dress?”

“I do, yes, but I–”

“Any white dress, or whatever, wear whatever you want. It’s not important,” Yoongi nuzzled his nose against yours. “Just marry me today, hmn?” Yoongi wiped the last of your tears off your cheeks. “I love you so much, I couldn’t imagine myself living through another day without having you close to me.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I prepared a whole fucking speech for this, something along the lines of you bringing color into my life in the form of those little sticky notes we used to stick to each other’s doors, but it isn’t me.” His shoulders shook as he silently laughed, “You’d probably end up not taking me seriously if I said all that, too… but that’s the thing I love most about you, Yn. You just… get me.”

You smiled up at him fully understanding what he meant, because you felt the same way about him too. He just gets you… and you could no longer imagine your life without him by your side. You rested your forehead against his, your hands still wrapped around the delicate box, “Is this why you said you’re planning to ruin all my plans today?”

“Is that a ‘Yes, I will marry you today?’”

You giggled at your boyfriend’s persistence before planting a soft peck on his cheek. “Yes, Min Yoongi. Yes, I will marry you today.”

•••

Can we stay like this forever?

White dress or whatever.

I keep dreamin' there's a somewhere

Where we grow old together.

In a van or in a mansion,

Raining but we're dancing.

There's a billion people out there,

I can't believe the chances.

(It's You, MAX ft. keshi)

•••

A/N: Happy Birthday, Yoongi! ♥ Everyone, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Were you all expecting the ending? ☺ ALSO... let me know if you wanna see more from this couple. They definitely hold a special place in my heart.

#bangtansmauyeondan #midnight’s minuet yoongi #midnight’s minuet #yoongi fic #bts yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts yoongi fic #Spotify

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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3+1=?

Chapter: 01 {Serieslist}

|In the 3+1= four|

Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: mention of death (it will be there for the entire fic)

Word count: 2.3k+

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The corridors were quiet except for the whispers through the closed doors and the occasional sound of mental clinking and doors opening and closing.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, your breath suffocating. Your thumb nail was scratching the thumb of the other hand. Eyes unfocused as the faint sounds in your head took over your mind, blinding you to your surroundings.

"Faster!"

"Stretcher! It's an emergency, please be fast."

"It's gonna be okay!"

"Please get away!"

"Ring for Dr. Park!"

"Please, hold on for us. Think about the babies… please."

"Arrange a bag of blood!"

"I- take care of yourself and the babies for me."

"Don't say that. Hold on for us."

"I promised that I will love you till my last breath… Here I am, fulfilling it. I will always love you. Forever, my angel…"

"What is 3+1?" Your thoughts were cut short by your son's voice.

"Huh?" You cleared your throat.

"What is 3+1?" Geon-Wu repeated.

"It's four," you answered.

"I told you, Wu. You don't listen to me at all!" Your daughter, Mi-Cha, huffed.

These two little twin bundles of happiness are the only two threads holding you alive. It's been five years with them. The most enduring and rosy years of your entire life. But life can turn roads like we change clothes.

The rosy years halted a year ago.

"Whatever," Geon-Wu pouted and fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

"Mommy! He never listens to me!" Mi-Cha whined. "I told him that 3+1= four but he won't listen."

Before you could say something, you heard someone grumble under their breath. Looking around the almost empty corridor, a man sitting on the bench was looking with frowned eyebrows at your children. He looked around your age but his sour expression was enough to tell you that he was getting annoyed. He looked intimidating.

You cleared your throat and turned towards your left where your kids were sitting, "okay, enough. Be quiet. Remember, what I explained at home?"

They cutely nodded. "Yes, momma."

"Mhm, good. Now sit properly and calmly. We will talk at home," you patted their tiny heads.

The man silently sighed. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He had feline features and milky glass skin. He had no flaws except the dark circles, he could turn that into a trend.

It was obvious that he was there for a therapy session. Coming to a hospital for therapy was a bit of an odd setup. The clinic you usually went to was being renovated. So the two friends that owned it moved temporarily into the hospital that was owned by one of their fathers.

You hated this, coming to therapy. But it helped in an unspoken way. Talking about everything that happened a year ago and its consequences gave you headaches, and anxiety but it also helped you go to bed feeling less tangled. This untangled one knot of your mess every week.

This week, your kids were meant to be there too. They have been asking many more questions, and it was only good to take wise advice so you talked to your therapist and here you were with your kids.

"Ms. Kwog. Whenever you are ready," the middle-aged lady spoke up from her desk.

You got up and slightly bowed to her and ushered your twins with you. "Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"That cat man was scary," Mi-Cha thought she whispered.

"Yes, he was scarily looking at us. Was he a ghost? He was so white," Geon-Wu didn't even try to whisper.

"Just move you all. You guys embarrass me every time," you whisper-yelled and pushed them into the cabin. Then you looked back at the man who was staring at you with a flared nose and frowned eyebrows. You hastily bowed and went inside.

These kids make your life a step harder.

"Good evening, Dr. Park," you greeted the ever-smiling man and sat next to Mi-Cha who was in the center with your son on her right.

The room was as comfortable as ever. The walls were sunburnt with comfortable furniture. If you weren't aware of the fact that it was in the hospital, you could have mistaken it for someone's cozy living room.

Dr. Park tossed you your favorite stress ball that you used whenever you came for a session. It was exclusively for you. "Jimin. You know you can call me by my name, y/n."

"At least let me call you Dr. Park for the sessions," you smiled.

"You are never gonna listen to me," he scrunched his face.

"Well, I came this far while listening to you, Dr. Park," you both chuckled. The twins looked at both of you with wide doe eyes.

"However you feel comfortable, Ms. Kwog," he teased and turned towards the twins. "Well, hello there. Who do we have here," he asked in a childish voice and already went for the drawers that had some squishy toys that could be qualified as stress relievers.

They looked at you for approval to speak to a stranger. You smiled and nodded. "I'm Mi-Cha. I'm five years old."

"I'm Geon-Wu and I'm also five," they introduced.

"Wow, you both are so big and smart," Jimin said with big eyes.

Jimin and you have met outside of a session multiple times. But you never brought your kids with you or introduced them to anybody new. They were in a soft spot for now. They didn't do well with strangers, especially males.

"But mommy says that we are babies and we should behave," Geon-Wu pouted.

"Well, she is right. You both should behave at all ages," Jimin gave them some squishes. "How are you both? Did you two sleep well last night?"

"I'm good. I sleep a good night," Mi-Cha said in her broken language while playing with the green squishy frog whose eyes were going far away when she squished.

"Me too," he said while squishing the sheep.

"That's wonderful. So, is there something that makes you sad? Or makes you feel empty?" He carefully began.

The kids stopped and spaced out. You knew it was coming. They were smarter for their age. But they were still kids, they didn't understand deeper things.

"Dada," Geon-Wu said. "He is not coming home anymore. We always wait."

Your heart clenched. Every single day for five months, the twins would sit by the door at seven in the evening to greet their father as they usually did, but he never came.

"Did you ask your mother about it?" Jimin said as he wrote something in his notepad.

"Mommy said that an angel came and took him with her," Mi-Cha said, subconsciously squishing the frog.

"Yeah? Did she say that? And what do you think?" He asked.

"I think she is joking. He always called mom an angel. Why would she take him? Wouldn't she bring him home? And he can't go away without saying goodbye. He kisses our foreheads before going to the office," Geon-Wu's lips trembled.

Jimin straightened up and picked up the landline phone and called someone, "Hey, can you come in for a sec, please?" He hummed and placed it back. "You can keep the toys," Jimin smiled as well as the kids.

The middle-aged lady from before came in with a knock, "yes?"

"Take the kids for a while… kids? Go with her. She will give you candies," the kids looked at you again and with a single nod, they were out with the lady. "When there is a sudden change in the routine of kids, they tend to not get along well. No kid is good with changes especially if they are so sudden and unclear. I understand that telling them anything is heartbreaking and overall a stressful situation, but kids need a disclosure. A more settled if not the whole truth."

"How am I going to tell them?" Your tears were threatening to fall.

"Not now. Unless you are not ready, you don't have to. If you do tell them when you are not ready, it will affect your mental health. They don't understand the death stuff. They need some guidance to be there… to handle what their life has turned to," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"My father's friend is a great child therapist. I think you should set up at least one session for each. She is a really effective lady. I think she can help you the best. The rest is up to you," he shifted in his seat.

You sighed. It's not that you don't earn enough, it's the fact that your five years olds need therapy. This added one more thing to Jimin's list to help you overcome. He was just trying to help you in any way possible. And you were very well aware that they needed it. They need to know the truth…. In the end, the person in the equation is their father.

"How about we talk about you, Ms. Kwog?"

…

"Mommy! She gave me a raspberry candy," Mi-Cha waved her candy and jogged toward you followed by Geon-Wu.

"And she gave me a grape candy!" He said and both hugged your legs. You patted their heads.

"Yeah? That's so cool! Did you say thank you?" You asked.

"Oh, they did. I have never met such cute kids!" The lady said.

"Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I hope we will get to meet them sooner. Outside of this environment?" Jimin asked as he came out.

"Yes, mommy, can we meet Dr. Park sometime outside of the hospital? I like him," Mi-Cha said. Her cheeks turned into rosy blush.

You passed a squinted-eye look at her, "okay…"

Jimin laughed and kneeled, "we will meet soon!" She smiled widely and hugged him. Geon-Wu was also included by Jimin.

"Well, that's something," you said. "We need to go now."

The kids politely bowed and held your hands. When you were about to turn around, the other door opened and the man from before stepped out. Behind him, the other doctor, Dr. Jung Hoseok came and looked at you and passed a wide heart-shaped smile. The man looked at you and your kids with a blank face. You ignored him and passed a smile to Hoseok and left.

Hoseok and Jimin were the friends who opened the clinic. When you first came around, you heard that Hoseok was strict and intimidating. That was the reason why you asked for Jimin in the first place. But as time passed, you became friends with him through Jimin who brought Hoseok on lunch with him. He was strict, yes, in his work. But more than that, he was a ball of sunshine, trying to help people out in their worst. You loved to be around them.

…

"Bunny uncle! Bunny uncle!!!! BUNNY UNCLE!!!!"

"Whoa, you kids! Let the man get up and open the door in peace!" Jungkook, your best friend, said as he opened the door for you all.

"Bunny uncle!" The kids squealed and attached Jungkook with their tiny hugs. They have always called him bunny uncle based on his very similar looks to their favorite animal. Jungkook always loved it.

"Ah, how are my little bun buns?" He picked both of them like they weighed nothing and brought them inside, gesturing to you to come in as well.

"We are good. We met a cute doctor friend," Mi-Cha said as she nervously played with Jungkook's earrings.

"A cute doctor friend?" He asked.

"She means Dr. Park," Geon-Wu said.

"Ah, Jimin?... Ah," he understood and looked at you with a funny face. "Someone is having a first love."

"Stop!" Mi-Cha whined and buried her face in his neck.

"Ew," Geon-Wu fake gagged. "But he was nice. I like him."

Jungkook was the one who suggested you go to therapy. Jimin was his friend from school. So was Hoseok. Then both protected Jungkook from bullies as he was too innocent and fragile back then. Now he was a muscle pig and didn't get scared, instead, he would intimidate the others. But he never hurt anybody. He was a nice person.

"Well, it's good that you liked him. He is a charming man. But not more than me," you chuckled at his comment. "Anyway, how was it, Y/n? What did he say?"

You slumped on his couch as he sat in front of you with the twins in his lap. They both looked like pens in a pocket, too tiny against his huge figure. You adored it. At least they had one constant male figure in their life. He couldn't fill the father's void, but he was something close to it. A best friend, one could say. A blessing, as you say.

"Therapy. He recommends that they should be sent to a therapy session. His father's friend is a great child therapist. He said that I should at least send them once and see what happens…. They need disclosure. But first, they need to be strong enough for it… and I should be willing," you ran your hands on your face.

Jungkook and you met in college. You both had all the same subjects and stuck together all the time. He was the one who brought Dae-Jung, your late husband, to your group of two. He was the nicest and the most respectful man you have ever met. He held the universe in his eyes and poured it out for only you. Love, that word was never enough for him to express himself. It was more than that. He was more than that. You both fell in love and made a universe of your own. But everything comes to an end. And your universe tumbled before it even started.

Hugging both the twins closer to his chest, he kissed their heads and sighed. "I will be right here, okay? I'll help you as much as I can."

You held your tears back for the sake of your children.

.....

Sanaa's note:

I hope you liked it. I wrote a Yoongi before but ended up deleting it. Hopefully, this turns out better. I always appreciate your feedback 💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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*original picture is not mine, I just edited it*

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yimejk · 2 years

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Darkness(1)

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Yoongi&Chubby Reader

Duration: Series

Warnings: yandere tendencies, guns, shooting, crying, abusive family

Summary: Why you just dind´t listen to what was said to you. Now you are staring at your destruction. But maybe it won´t be that bad.

This is a pure fiction and I do not condone this behaviour. Credits to the owner of the giph.

I was running home from my shift at grocery store. I was late and I was sure my dad was fuming from anger. It wasn´t my fault I was pushed to work late hours. If just I didn´t forgot to buy him beer. I just made it worse for myself. With a little hope to make it alive tonight I decided to take the shortcut to not to be late more. I took a left turn into an small alley. But if I knew just how this decision would turn my life upside down I would definetely thought about this more. Above mme a few street lights were flickering. Not thinking much of it I continued walking down the allley. Just when I was nearing the end of the alley I heard a loud bang. A gunshot. I screamed in fright. My heart was hammering against my ribcage. I was frozen at my spot but soon my sanity came back to me. I sprinted out of the alley as if my life depended at it. Frankly it may. Suddenly I come to stop. Before me stood a man dressed in black. His face was pale and his eyes stared at me coldly, amusemently. The jet black tresses adored his face on which a tale-tale sight of smirk appeared. I so badly wanted to wipe it out of his face. Tears of frustration escaped my eyes. I was just a few blocks from my home. I could make it safely if not for him standing right before me. What a sick joke to play at me. Why would give me hope of freedom when it will be ripped out from me. Why is world so cruel to me. I started sobbing a lot more which made me anxious.

Yoongi´s POV:

The crying of that girl pulled at my stone cold heart. I wanted to comfort this distressed tiny figure. With teary eyes, runny nose and flushness in face she pleadingly looked up at me. How on the earth she still could be this pretty was unknown to me. My eyes were now a tad bit softer. I slowly approached her. I put a stray hair behind her ear. I was wondering how this small soul bewitched me. I leaned down and made direct eye contact with her.

“I think I want to keep you to myself, beautiful.”

#brs #bts fic #bts imagine #bts suga #bts min yoongi #bts yoongi fic #bts yoongi imagine #yandere yoongi #mafia yoongi #yandere content #chubby reader

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sugarlywhispers · 2 years

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ELIGERE ME [I]

Summary: The war had ended, but no one was expecting what just happened. Voldemort won. It was the beginning of hell for those who stood against him. You preferred to have died than to suffer as much as you were at the moment; yet the only one with the power to give you a little bit of peace in this Hell was him, former Death Eater, Min Yoongi, who had tried to kill you on more than one occasion. Could you trust him? Was he really who he showed to be?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Fem); Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Genre: DARK FIC; Harry Potter AU; Death Eater x Muggleborn; Stockholm Syndrome AU; Yandere-ish AU; Angst.

WARNINGS: DARK THEMES, adult content, swearing, explicit situations, smut (in future chapters), descriptions of blood, tortures and traumatic situations.

A/N: Well, hello there again. The annoying bitch, a.k.a. ME, who can't stay away from fanfiction came back.🙃 First of, let me scream how much I love my baby @sincerelylexx for the amazing banner she made for this fic and for always reading and encouraging me to keep doing this🥺🤍 I love you forever!💕

Alright, now let's be real and clear here, friends. This is a dark story, there won't be fluff, well maybe sometimes and thru the end, but still... Let's position ourselves in the time my story is gonna refer to. It's the second wizarding war, Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort. And for this story, Harry loses, which means Voldemort wins, which also means nothing nice can come from that. Reader fought for the Light, while Min Yoongi fought for Voldemort's side. No, I won't say more about that (😉). BUT, what I want y'all to realize is that IS A WAR. Nothing pretty nor good comes from them. So, I'm sorry, don't expect flowers, unicorns and rainbows, THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE DARK.

Also, yes. I have joined the redeemed Death Eater x saving the Muggleborn witch in HP fanfics. But here, I'm combining two of my most favourite things in the whole wide world, Harry Potter fandom and BTS.😍💖

Having said that, those who still want to stay and read, enjoy💖

CHAPTER ONE: "Hell on Earth".

"Crucio!"

The pain was excruciating. It was pain like no other; your whole body shook and trembled on the dirty floor and all you could think, feel or want was to be dead.

You really wished you were, that way you wouldn't be suffering this way. That way you would be free.

It all had happened too fast for everyone's exhausted bodies and minds to realize it during the battle; so when they turned around and saw Harry's dead body limp, moveless, lifeless on the floor, a whole silence reigned around.

Nobody moved nor dared to make a sound for minutes.

Minutes in which your mind was processing what just happened, what it meant.

Harry Potter was dead.

Harry Potter lost.

Lord Voldemort won.

Laughs, screams and cries were heard all around the castle, or what was left of it. Chaos began again; some people regained their duels, others started to run away while battle broke loose again.

You still couldn't believe it. No. This couldn't happen. This couldn't end this way; it wasn't supposed to end like this, damn it!

Had everything you did, everything the Golden Trio did, been completely in vain? Was history really written like this, with this end? What happened with all those stories in which the Light, the good, the superheroes won? Were all just that, mere stories? Were all a lie?

Yes. A big fucking lie…

Hope did not exist.

"Y/N, RUN!" Someone yelled at you, but it was heard in the distance.

You were really tired… Your whole body ached in a way that was indescriptible. What was the point? Why keep running? They won. What else could you or anyone else do? Harry was the chosen one, not Hermione, not Ron, and definitely not you. Why keep fighting?

But for some reason, your body did not realize you had already given up and your legs were running towards the big doors of the castle. Then, you remembered why it was worth it to keep fighting; you remembered him. You dodged down at every curse that got in your way and sent back curses to every Death Eater you could catch.

You could see the morning sunlight brightening the outside, the sun waking up the earth for a new day right through the horizon. As you got closer to the entrance, you felt the light breeze of freedom.

Freedom. That sounded fantastic. It sounded like the best thing that could happen after all this hell.

Yet, in your running, you never saw that big, wall-like Death Eater following your track from the side like a hawk getting closer and closer to attack. Your mind was so focused and thriving for that freedom that you never expected him to win in speed and stand in front of you right at the doors of Hogwarts castle.

You groaned gasping for air, eyes opening wide as your body collided with his. He had caught you. You had been so close...

"Got ya', mudblood," he laughed, picking you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

You fought; arms and legs jerking and kicking as hard as you could against him. You were not going down without a fight.

This was not supposed to end like this…

In your fight, you looked one last time at the horizon getting far away from your reach as the Death Eater walked deeper inside the castle again.

Then, everything went black.

Little did you know, that was going to be the last time you ever saw the outside, the beautiful sun in daylights, for a long time.

How many days had passed since that tragic day? Had it been days, weeks, months? Maybe years? You really didn't know; you lost count after the second session of rounds filled by the Cruciatus Curse that kept going for endless hours until you finally passed out again.

After each session, when you woke up, your body spamming uncontrollably on the dirty ground of that cell that became your new "home", you were back in the darkness of the dungeons on the farthest and deepest floor down the castle. Sometimes, you could see through a little window the silhouette of the giant squid swimming in the lake. You named it Willy, though you didn't really know if it was male or female.

Nothing had really changed for the beast; it just kept swimming in its environment like nothing had happened, as if everything was as normal as it had always been.

However, it couldn't be said the same for you. Everything has changed for you.

You remembered feeling a small spang of jealousy for the animal. You wished you could be as free as Willy was.

But now, you were a prisoner, a toy Death Eaters liked to play with. You were scum to them; a mudblood, which meant, nothing. You were simply nothing.

One last painful cry was torn from your raspy throat before the curse was lifted. Your body kept jerking in pain, every limp in your body trembled. Pain was everything your mind could focus on; but somehow, when you opened your eyes for a millisecond, you noticed you were in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Of course you were still at Hogwarts; you never left this place since war started.

Pain clouded your mind again, remembering how much all of this felt like hell in those mere seconds you could breathe.

However, mercy wasn't something Death Eaters were known for, so it didn't take them long before another round of torturing began.

A shrieking, full of evilness and madness laughter that belonged to a woman sounded above all the other laughs, even above your own screams of pain.

You were at the point in which you were now comparing pains, trying to decipher who each pain was related to, under whose wand.

The Crucio under Bellatrix's wand hurt. Like thousand needles constantly pinching your entire body; like the most painful electric shock traveling the insides of your whole body, burning everything on its path. Indeed, her crucio felt like the worst nightmare ever.

But nothing would ever compare to the Crucio curse under Voldemort himself. It was pain like no other. It was a pain that you were unable and incapable to explain how it felt, but one thing was for sure: it was a pain that only made you wish you were dead.

Why? Why had everything had to end like this? What sin could you have done in this life to deserve this pain? At this point, nothing made sense. Was it day or night? Was the morning shiny or cloudy? Was it Spring or Fall already?

All you knew was that you knew nothing.

But you definitely weren't expecting what was going to happen at that moment.

"My most loyal followers and friends," started the evil snake, gathering the attention of his laughing Death Eaters, which were very entertained by watching one of them raping a girl on one side of the hall.

You have learnt that it was better to close your eyes and try not to pay too much attention to what was happening around you. One, because it was painful to even think. A handful of rounds of the Cruciatus Curse would make anyone go nuts. How or why were you still a little bit conscious yet, no one knew. It was a game for them, who gets to finally break the little Gryffindor princess; the winner gets to rape her. And two, because simply there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could do for them. And that was the most horrifying thing you have ever experienced.

Not being able to do anything for your friends, for people you have known for years, for the kids that still were trapped in this hell, it was killing you alive. Every. single. day.

"Today, we celebrate our first anniversary of finally ending our most hated enemy," your eyes opened instantly.

A year... Just one fucking year had passed; it felt like a fucking eternity.

You looked at the ceiling, no sky this time giving you the welcome to Hogwarts. It was the plain image of an old ceiling. There was no magic– correction, no good magic surrounding these walls that once made you feel safe and at home.

It's been one year…

Tears started to blind your sight, all the sadness and pain, all the frustrating helplessness twirling so fast inside you, you were unable to control it.

"As a celebration and reminder of how much I do appreciate all my dear followers, I'll be granting one wish to each one of you," Voldemort said, and everyone felt the sickening feeling that something hid behind his faked nice words.

Nobody spoke but the silence that surrounded everyone in the Great Hall of Hogwarts which screamed 'dangerous'.

Least was to say that everyone was surprised when one of his closest followers, former Death Eater Min Yoongi, took a few steps closer to his master where he was seated in the place which once had been Headmaster Dumbledore's seat. He bowed to Voldemort, practically kneeling on one leg and resting his forearm on his bent knee in front of him as a sign of respect and loyalty.

"My Lord, I've been nothing but loyal to you and the cause," Yoongi started, but Voldemort interrupted him.

"You dare tell me what I already know, Yoongi?" If anyone had paid precise attention to him, they would have noticed how he gulped nervously.

Still, Yoongi continued, "I have a wish."

"Oh, and what is this wish you have for me to fulfill for you, my dear Yoongi?" Everyone could feel the amusement in their master's voice. He was the one having fun with all of this, he was playing with all of them. And it was scary.

"I want… I want the Gryffindor mudblood."

Gasps and whispers surrounded the ambience, some were surprised, others were angry.

"You'll have to be more specific, my friend, we play with a lot of mudblood toys in here," Voldemort mocked.

Yoongi never looked up at his master as he said, "Y/L/N Y/N."

You could not believe your ears. Your eyes, filled with tears, averted from the ceiling to him.

You remembered him. He was in the same year and class as you had been; he even was friends with Draco Malfoy, but he wasn’t such a prick like the blond. You remembered Yoongi being more quiet, more kept to himself and his stuff. But you did remember once colliding with him on a hallway in your run to class and him spitting that horrible word at you… Mudblood. He was the same prejudiced asshole as everyone else was in Slytherin.

You also remembered him cursing one of your friends from the back during the last battle. What a fucking coward, you thought.

So the question was, why? Why did he want you? Was this some kind of sick thing he was into? Did he just want you as a consolation prize for all the shit he did? Was he going to parade you like his trophy? Was this a stroke to his ego?

Simply, why? Why you?

Voldemort pretended that he was thinking about it for a moment, and then he looked at you, laying almost helplessly on the floor, pretty hurt and still spamming with the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He smiled, wide and devilish.

"I know what you're capable of, Yoongi," snakeface praised, still smiling and looking back at said man. "But sadly, this means you'll take one of the most fun toys we have, especially for our Bella," everyone, including her, laughed out loud in a mocking way, until Voldemort raised his hand to make them shut up. "However, you have proven yourself to be one of my most impressively loyal followers, and I'll grant your wish. You can have the mudblood."

More whispers, you could feel their eyes on you. But you traveled your gaze at Min Yoongi, who bowed his head one more time in his master's direction and thanked him, then stood up and walked towards you, eyes still not finding yours.

One of the reasons they considered you "a fun toy" was because you still had it in you to fight them, to still put some resistance not only in your mind, but also in your body. You fought nails and punches against everyone, and Min Yoongi would not be an exception.

When he was right next to you, he bent over to grab your arms to make you stand up, and that was when the fight began. They had called and compared you on more than one occasion with a wild animal, and maybe you did look and acted like one now, but you didn't care. You were not going to give in easily, to any of them.

Yoongi tried to dodge and hold you with his strength so your punches wouldn't hurt him, but one particular kick on the stomach made everyone that were paying attention to the scene laugh amusingly at his grunt, but it made him angry.

When he finally made you stand up, he forcefully grabbed the back of your head by your hair and pulled you closer to him, his other arm holding your entire body against his chest. You had to admit, you were surprised for a second there. When did that thin, languid boy become this buffy, slim man with enough strength to restrain you?

You were still struggling in his arms, when he whispered in a hiss right at your ear, "Quit fighting, damn it! I'm trying to help."

You froze. What?! What the hell was he playing at?

“Already having trouble controlling your new pet, Yoongi? You know I could always assist you, even show a few new tricks, mmh?” One Death Eater that you couldn’t recognize at the moment joked from behind Yoongi, making the man in front of you tense. You didn’t know who the man that spoke was, but if he made Yoongi react that way, it only meant he was dangerous.

You were about to start struggling again when you felt invisible ropes hold your arms behind your back, and the anger returned to your whole being. Fucking bastard! He tricked you! Your eyes threw daggers at the asshole in front of you while Min Yoongi stood tall and proud that he finally got you to cooperate. You hated him so much already.

“Thank you, Corbyn, but I have my own fun tricks,” Yoongi said, his tone sounding mocking and full of himself, making several people laugh maliciously at what lay ahead of you as his possession. You were so ready to spit at him, but his eyes made you freeze again.

While his words had been harsh and full of evil intent, his eyes that only you could see were full of begging for you to cooperate; it was like they were screaming at you, ‘Please, please do as I say’. For some reason, he was terrified. Of what?, you didn’t know.

You wanted to scream back at him to go fuck himself, that you didn’t need him nor his help, that he was and evil prick like the rest of them, a murderer, a Death Eather scum! You hated him like the rest of them for all the hell they brought to yours and everyone else’s lives.

However, his almond shaped black eyes full of fear made you hold back and stay put.

For now.

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yoongerinelove · 2 years

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Author’s note: this is the VERY FIRST fanfiction I have ever written. And it’s the first creative thing I’ve written since . . . middle school? I used to want to be a writer but I became self-conscious and perfectionistic (not super helpful for a wannabe writer), so I stopped writing. Recently I was inspired to revisit this old hobby of mine and decided to try writing something that was free of any pressure whatsoever and ta-da! now I have this overly self-indulgent beginning of a story. I am actually a pediatric psychologist and this is my fantasy of a meet-cute with Yoongi. I discovered BTS in early 2020 as I was really struggling with my job and then the pandemic made things even more difficult. I was living alone, 4 hours away from family, during a pandemic that put even more pressure on a job that was already burning me out. BTS became one of the few sources of joy at the time and I truly believe they helped me out of one of the worst periods of my life. I have written more about this fantasy life with Yoongi (including some smut), but it’s not even close to a cohesive story and there is no point other than to practice writing. Again, this is the first thing I’ve written in decades and I have NO IDEA how to use Tumblr, so I’d love any feedback or even just to hear how BTS has helped you. Take care!

It was a typical Thursday. I trudged through my door and dropped my bags, exhausted. My work used to energize me, but I had been feeling more and more drained at the end of the week. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe a headache that had been building all day, as I walked toward the kitchen to try to scrounge up something to eat. I willed myself to focus on the present moment and not think about having to go back to work in the morning. Am I burning out? Are the decades of hustling through undergrad, graduate school, internship, postdoctoral fellowship, and licensing all catching up to me? I was so singularly focused on my goal for so long, did I ever stop to ask myself if the goal still made me happy? The timer for my rice dinged me back to reality. Thoughts like this were creeping in more and more recently. Thoughts like “am I happy?” often followed and sent me on a path straight toward an existential crisis. “Tomorrow will be different,” I reminded myself, remembering that a famous band was going to visit our unit to meet the kids. It would definitely be different from the norm, which was at least something.

I woke up feeling nervous. I took a bit of extra time getting ready in the morning, applying a bit of concealer and blush when I would normally only wear mascara. Morning rounds went smoothly, but there was definitely a noticeable buzz in the air. A positive buzz, which was rare on the children’s oncology unit. I tried to enjoy the moment, but I found myself pacing in my office during the late morning. I’m always nervous when I meet new people and these new people had cameras with them. I reminded myself that it was for the kids and took a deep breath in through my nose to slow my heart rate. A loud knock on my office door snapped me back to reality. I opened the door to one of the nurses smiling brightly, “BTS is here to see you!” I pulled the door all the way open and in walked about a dozen people.

I picked out the seven members instantly, as well as three people with cameras, a few makeup artists, and what I presumed to be a manager or two. I backed up and leaned against my desk. My office was big enough to hold everyone, but I started to feel stifled as I breathed in slowly through my nose again. I smiled and said “welcome, I’m Dr. Y/L/N, thank you all so much for coming.” The tallest one, RM, whose name I learned after extensive quizzing from the kids, smiled a sweet, dimpled smile and said “thank you for inviting us, it’s a privilege to be here, I’m RM.” I paused and scanned the faces in the room for the other 6 that were familiar to me after weeks of memorization drills. “You’re RM, of course,” I scanned all the way to the right “and you’re Jin, J-hope, V, Jimin, Suga, and Jungkook,” they each smiled and nodded in turn. “Welcome to the hospital, we are so pleased to have you. I’m the lead psychologist on the unit. I’m not sure if you read my letter, but we are very big BTS fans on this unit.” RM nodded, “we did read it and it was very touching.” The rest of the guys nodded. “Your music really is healing,” I explained, “we listen to it all the time in group. It started about a year ago when I asked the kids to bring in a song that expressed a feeling they weren’t able to express with their own words. One girl brought in ‘Ugh’ and explained that the lyrics were about feeling righteous anger at actual injustice, rather than petty things, and she said it perfectly explained how she felt listening to her friends complain about homework as she had to go through chemotherapy. I was astounded and went home to listen to the song and read the translated lyrics and it was just amazing. Since then, BTS songs have been a regular part of our group therapy, so thank you all for writing such meaningful music.” A deep yet soft voice responded, “it’s really nice to hear that people can gain strength from these songs.” I scanned the room and saw that it was Suga speaking, dark eyes sparkling over a lopsided grin. He continued, “sometimes I wonder if people actually understand what we’re trying to communicate when we write them, but this is really validating.” A few of the members looked surprised at Suga’s words, RM even had an eyebrow cocked. “I can’t tell you how excited our kids are to meet you all,” I paused for a moment and inhaled slowly, “and I want to let you all know that today might be a tough day for you. A lot of people really struggle after being on a kids’ cancer floor, I definitely did when I started here. It’s OK to feel sad and angry, but please try to stay as positive in front of the kids as possible.” They all nodded emphatically, but I could see some concern on their faces. “We can debrief after your visit and I’m here for whatever you need. I’m just so thankful that you’re here.” I smiled brightly and reviewed a few more expectations before we headed out the door.

After the visit everyone crowded back into my office. I could see tears in a few of their eyes as I quietly passed around a tissue box. “I really can’t tell you how appreciative I am, it’s been a while since we’ve felt that sort of energy and positivity on this unit,” I paused to give them time to come back to the moment. “Here’s my card,” I handed a card to everyone in the room, “please do not hesitate to call or email if you want to talk about this, I know how hard it can be. I just hope you can be comforted by the fact that you all brought so much joy to those children today.” I made sure to look each person in the eye as I shook their hands, trying to communicate just how thankful I was for their trip. Once they had all shuffled out of the door, I sank into my office chair and let out a long breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding.

That night I walked into my home and felt exhausted, but it was a different kind of exhaustion than the one to which I had grown accustomed. I made dinner absentmindedly as I reflected on the day’s activities. While waiting for water to boil, I pulled out my phone and checked my work email out of habit. I had one new message from “Min Yoongi” that read “Hi Dr. Y/L/N, it’s Suga from BTS. Thank you for having us at the hospital today, it was an eye-opening experience. I wanted to ask if you are free to meet sometime to talk about what you do? I’m very interested in psychology and would really like to talk to you about it. We’re in town for a little while, so there’s no rush. Hope to hear from you soon.” My heart sped up a little bit, this superstar was interested in MY job? How funny. I dashed off a reply offering to meet him at a coffee shop on Friday after my morning shift at the hospital. To my surprise, I got a quick response back agreeing to meet the next day.

I walked in and scanned the small coffee shop and saw a handful of tech-types hunched over laptops. I saw a figure in a black baseball cap and dark clothes in a booth on in the back corner, next to the windows. He looked up and I could see Suga smiling behind round-rimmed glasses underneath the ball cap. “Hi Suga, I’m so sorry I’m late, my meeting ran over,” I said almost breathlessly, as I had power walked from my car. He smiled and said “it’s no problem, I’ve only been here a minute or two. Also, you can call me Yoongi, that’s my real name.” I felt my heart speed up a little, almost like it was a privilege to call him by his real name. “Well Yoongi, since I’m late, it’s my treat,” I said as I grabbed for my wallet. “No no, I’m the one who asked you here, it’s my treat,” he insisted, pushing my wallet away, “what would you like?” “An iced Americano please,” I replied as I tucked my wallet back into my purse. He gave a lopsided smile and slid out of the booth and up to the counter to order. I took a deep breath in through my nose to steady my heartrate.

“I drink iced Americanos too,” he said as he got back into the booth. I grinned, “not for the faint of heart.” After pausing a beat to let him get settled, I dove in, “so you’re into psychology?” Yoongi nodded, “I’ve always been interested in how people think, myself included,” he chuckled, “and I recently started reading some books on psychological theory. I meet so many people and sometimes I just don’t know what to say, so it would be nice to have a way to make people feel better,” he shrugged, “how did you get into psychology?” “Me?” I looked up as the server dropped off the coffee. I tapped the straw onto the table, “my noble answer is that I wanted to help people, but I think I just like learning about people. A supervisor one told me I gave her favorite answer to the question of ‘why do you want to be a psychologist’ when she interviewed me,” I pulled the straw from the wrapping with my teeth. “And?” Yoongi asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation. I shrugged, “I said it was because I’m nosy.” He laughed and his shoulders shook, which made me laugh. I continued, “I guess I’ve always felt my life was pretty boring, so I’ve been fascinated by learning about other people.” “Now I’m the one who’s fascinated,” Yoongi smiled shyly and his dark eyes sparkled. I felt my stomach lurch and my cheeks flush, there was no way this handsome, famous man was flirting with me. He was being nice, I had to get a grip. We chatted about psychology and then it turned, as it inevitably does, to our families. “What about you? Do you get to see your family often?” I asked. “Maybe a few times a year. I’ve always been pretty independent, but I’ve found it’s a little harder to be away now that I’m older and my parents are older,” he replied. “Do you have any siblings?” “An older brother, what about you?” “Ah a youngest child, I should have known,” I winked, “I have a younger sister.” “An oldest child, I should have known,” Yoongi winked back and smiled so widely that his eyes crinkled and I could see his pink gums. “I live pretty far from my family too, I miss them a lot,” I looked down, fiddling with the empty straw wrapper. “It’s hard to feel like you have to sacrifice certain things for your career. I didn’t mind as much when I was younger but,” Yoongi trailed off, looking out the window. It was like he had read my mind. I had had this conversation with friends so many times before. “Exactly. I’ve moved around so many times for training and for work. I always felt like I had to move on to the next thing and now that I guess I’ve reached my goals, I feel like ‘now what?’ It’s a little scary.” Yoongi’s eyes softened and his voice lowered almost to a whisper “I know exactly what you mean.” The air hung comfortably quiet around us until I spoke, “maybe I need to make some new goals to work on.” Yoongi smiled and his phone buzzed, he checked it and then his eyes opened wide, “oh man it’s already 2PM.” I pulled out my phone, not able to believe him, “what?! No wonder I’m starving. Do you want to grab lunch, I don’t think this place has food.” I gulped after I realized what I’d done. I’m sure this man has plenty more to do than spend more time with me today. He nodded, “yes absolutely, what do you recommend?” My heart quickened, “do you like Mexican food? I know an incredible taco place close by.” He nodded and pulled out his phone, “I’ll have to call a car.” “Oh don’t be silly, I can drive you if you want.” “OK,” he smiled and followed me to the car. He got into the passenger seat and looked around, “it’s kind of weird to sit in the front seat, I’m always in the back even if it’s just me,” he said wistfully. It seemed that sitting in the front seat was a joy for him and I was happy to oblige, “oh yeah, I imagine you don’t drive yourself around a lot anymore.” “No, I do miss it though.” We chatted about the weather as we drove to the taco shop.

I can drop you wherever you need to go,” I offered after we finished lunch. “That’s really nice, I’m heading to the recording studio, I’ll pull up the GPS.” We continued to chat easily as we drove through the streets. I began to feel a slight sadness with every turn, realizing my time with Yoongi was coming to an end. It had been a while since I had such an easygoing time with someone, it was a nice break, and almost like having a friend in this still-new-to-me city. I pulled into the parking lot and put on a close-lipped smile. Yoongi turned to me, his eyebrows knitted, “that drive felt too short,” he said and gave a half smile. My smile turned genuine and I replied “I know.” “We should get coffee or something again soon, I’ll probably have more psychology questions for you,” he said, looking out the window. Could he really be asking to see me again? “Let me give you my number so you can text me or call me,” he typed my number into his cell phone and smiled then got out of the car. I was disappointed he didn’t text me right away to share his number, maybe he was just being polite when he said he wanted to get coffee again. He’s famous, he knows how to charm people. I was feeling a little disappointed all afternoon until I got a text from an unknown number at around 7PM. It was a picture of an iced Americano with the caption “not for the faint of heart.”

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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curryshesus · 5 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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hellbornsworld · 8 days

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(12).° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

🪩 Miracle Of The Season | Angel Jungkook x Fallen Angel F!Reader | OneShot | @cybrsan

🪩 There’s Only Me When There’s You | Jungkook x Reader | OneShot | @koostattoos

🪩 PRINCESS TREATMENT | JK X Reader | Series | @2hightocare

🪩 best friends..? | best friend!Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @just4koo

🪩 Home for the Holidays | jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

🪩 Closer To You | Rich, spoilt brat!Jeongguk X Doctor! Reader | OneShot | @back2bluesidex

🪩 First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate | Prince!Jungkook X Reader | @beautifulfuckup99

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farfromsugafanfic · 27 days

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Rebound | Chapter Two: Offensive Foul

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: short chapter lol, public sex, discussed cheating, smut

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

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Yoongi kicked the door shut and reached over to lock it in one swift motion. You managed to reach into your desk drawer where you kept a box of condoms. Normally, you gave them out to the girls on the team when they headed out on dates after practice, rarely did they ever come in handy for your own escapades.

"Yoongi..." you said, breathlessly, bunching up the bottom of his shirt in your hand, exposing the very slightest of his toned stomach. If you hadn't been sitting, you were sure your knees would've gone weak beneath you. "What about Ji-yoo?"

"What about her?" he asked, his mouth moving from your neck. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. You nearly lost all the breath in your lungs as he made quick work of your shirt next, pulling it over your head and throwing it out of your sight. You were wearing just a plain sports bra, but Yoongi didn't seem to care, his lips attaching to your chest.

"Sh-She's probably waiting for you and she's your girlfriend." Despite your reservations, you slipped off your shorts and wrapped your legs around Yoongi's hips, feeling him against you. At this point, you needed him and even if you were betraying someone on your team, you weren't sure anything or anyone could stop you.

"She already left," he said. The words were all you needed to press your lips to his and grind against him. The friction was driving you crazy and you knew Yoongi was also eager to satiate the need.

It wasn't long before the rest of your clothes were on the ground and Yoongi was fucking you on your desk. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from your lips. The top of your head brushed against the closed blinds and your hands roamed from Yoongi's hair and down his bare chest.

"Did you think about this a lot?" you asked, the tension building up in your stomach.

"All the fucking time," Yoongi said, his voice just more than a grunt. "You feel just like I imagined."

That sent you over the edge and you felt your orgasm pass through your body. Yoongi reached his just after and you fell against his chest, sweaty and out of breath.

Yoongi's hand came to rest momentarily behind your head before he pulled away and began collecting the clothes thrown around the room.

He handed you yours as he pulled on his boxers and shorts. You dressed, not saying a word, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over you. Yoongi had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who played on your team. You had no idea how you were going to face the girl the next day at practice.

"Yoongi," you said, trying to hide the fact you wanted to cry again. Normally, you weren't a crier, but something about the boy getting dressed in front of you made you let the barriers. "Ji-yoo is..."

"Not going to find out about this," he said.

You sighed and got off the desk and pulled on your clothes. Once you were both dressed, you glanced up at him and his face was oddly calm, his eyes studying you. You looked away quickly and crossed your arms.

He sighed and walked towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, don't start feeling guilty on me now. We've already taken this too far. I've already cheated."

The word sounded so harsh it sent a pang through your chest. You felt tears prick at your eyes, knowing this was partially your fault. You'd been upset and even if you didn't admit it, you were looking for comfort.

"I'll break up with her if you want," he said quietly. His right hand left your shoulder and intertwined itself with yours, but you quickly pulled away.

"No," you said. "I don't want you to hurt her. She's a sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this." The tears began to pour even though it was the last thing you wanted.

"Don't worry about Ji-yoo," Yoongi said, pulling you into a hug. "She's my problem. You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N."

"I gave you consent, Yoongi. I-I wanted it."

"Shhh," he said, pushing your hair back and kissing your hairline softly. The kiss was so chaste you hardly believed this was the same man you'd just had sex with. "Did you drive today?"

You shook your head. You hardly drove to practice anymore since you lived just a short bus ride away. Your roommates always told you it was dangerous to take the bus home by yourself so late, but you sometimes enjoyed the dark and quiet bus ride, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

You didn't argue knowing—this time—that it would be pointless. You gathered your things and followed Yoongi out to his car.

The drive was short, but the exhaustion hit you almost immediately. Your eyelids drooped as you listened to Yoongi hum along to some random rap album.

"Y/N," Yoongi whispered, softly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "We're here."

You opened your eyes and nodded. You muttered a quick thanks and opened the car door and grabbed your duffel bag.

"Wait, Y/N," Yoongi said. "Don't worry too much about today, I don't expect anything from you. We can pretend it never happened if you want—"

"Yoongi, it's okay. We don't need to discuss this. Just go home, okay?"

Yoongi swallowed and nodded. "Goodnight Y/N."

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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BTS Run

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff

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J POV

"Uh what do you want me to do?"

"Put my hair up jagi"

I thought that's what he said

"Seriously?"

He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"

"You are trying to kill me", I grumble

He just smirks wider

"Not nice"

He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane

Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails

He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home

"Please jagi?", he pouts

I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"

He gives me a smile and of course I melt

"Sit", I grumble

He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair

"Mmm jagi", he whimpers

He loves when I play with his hair

It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep

Our kids are just like him too

Playing with their hair puts them to sleep

"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail

"Hair tie naekkeo?"

"Don't you have one baby?"

I sigh

Of course I have one

Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties

"Here", I say, "Open it for me"

He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie

I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure

Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail

"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag

He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him

He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck

"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"

Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"

"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"

"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh

That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists

I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016

He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him

"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"

He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine

His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly

I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on

"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses

"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"

"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again

His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine

We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon

"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"

He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"

Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"

I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"

"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs

"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"

He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"

I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"

He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"

We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras

They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS

I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert

Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room

Then again at home

And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after

And he's absolutely right

That is going to happen

After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts

I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair

Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move

As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi

He's such a good dancer

I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends

I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me

He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing

And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad

And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out

He was so slick back then too

His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves

When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline

My god my husband is fucking hot

He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer

I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics

He really is Min Suga Genius

He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus

I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me

Holy shit, not the place nor the time

He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap

I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song

When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck

"You were so good baby", I praise him

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes

"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"

He's so sweaty but I don't care

I find it very hot

He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him

We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances

It's decided that everything was good in just one take

I'm not surprised

They're that good

"So we done?", Yoongi asks

Namjoon nods, "Yeah"

"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door

"Yoongi!"

"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"

"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"

My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work

Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios

I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house

My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together

He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together

After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex

Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up

"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand

I follow him out of the building to the car

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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open

He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck

We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are

Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed

"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt

I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine

His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body

He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off

I love when he wears black shirts

White shirts too

So fucking sexy

He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed

He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor

He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off

He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow

Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me

I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard

"Such a good girl for me", he praises

He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed

He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it

My collar

My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it

"Want to wear it baby?"

I nod eagerly

I do

So much

"Ok baby girl"

I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat

I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me

"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"

His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch

"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples

I shiver hard, whimpering softly

"Open your legs for me baby"

I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly

"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body

His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard

Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs

"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"

With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously

And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me

"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans

I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral

For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other

He was my first and I was his

His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want

He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best

He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long

Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit

I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want

He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked

"Yoongi more. Baby more"

He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm

"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"

"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell

His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go

Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside

"More baby, please"

He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over

"Gonna cum around my tongue?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"

My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him

"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"

When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves

I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs

His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit

His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide

"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is

"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"

He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision

I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs

God I wish I was pulling his hair

Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is

He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind

But then again, I love how he tastes too

He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up

He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off

My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum

I press my legs together as I get turned on more

He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"

I nod

Of course I am

He has the perfect dick

His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it

Plus I'm small so he's big for me

"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"

"Yes naekkeo"

He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them

He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard

"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation

He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit

I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock

My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it

I love being full of his dick

It's the best feeling in the world

"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"

I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling

I'm so ready

He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision

Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock

And I am loving it

I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty

Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone

He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over

My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body

"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"

"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars

I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge

"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply

The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs

My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up

"Yoongi!"

"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises

He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot

His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously

"Don't stop coming", he orders

It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me

My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him

"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"

I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy

His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed

I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on

I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot

"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"

"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"

"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me

My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum

"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."

"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"

When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up

"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out

He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down

Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them

It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well

After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Not too rough?"

Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"

"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"

"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly

I trust Yoongi with my life

I know he would never hurt me

Never

Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss

He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him

I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands

I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot

As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on

Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums

Able to go for multiple rounds

He says because I'm that hot

I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on

I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general

But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah

"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses

"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs

He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body

"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"

I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"

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Yoongi POV

"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks

I nod

Definitely

She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot

I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars

She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips

Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands

I know she loves my hair like this

Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it

Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time

Or having her do it

I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on

It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time

Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine

I moan softly, loving the way it feels

"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"

"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases

I nod, "Yeah baby"

Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly

"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"

"Yes", I whine

Anything for some relief

She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds

She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat

She's fucking amazing

She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it

Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat

Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much

So fucking messy just how I like it

Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision

"Baby! Oh god, fuck"

Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming

"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead

She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster

"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"

She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me

"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better

She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me

I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me

Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap

God she always soaked, always ready for me

She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle

"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body

"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"

She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot

I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face

"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans

I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably

"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"

"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming

Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane

It's like nothing I've ever felt before

I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick

It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before

Anything felt amazing

But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

I need them

I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way

When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock

I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on

Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck

I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling

I want to touch her so bad

Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt

Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body

She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision

I need to touch her

I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs

There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free

Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her

"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me

I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"

Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure

"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"

When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back

Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed

Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears

I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust

So hot

Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her

Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"

She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb

It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum

Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time

"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers

"Fall apart on my cock jagi"

She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me

"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy

White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up

I don't want to crush her tiny body

When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her

Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath

Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly

I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her

"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"

I do?

Holy shit I do

I thought I broke the actual cuffs

But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists

"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"

She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"

"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"

She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"

I smile back, "Then we should go now"

"Now?"

I nod, "Now"

Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up

"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"

I shake my head, "You're my princess"

"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek

As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face

"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw

I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead

Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water

Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off

Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you", I answer, as we

hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 23 (2 of 2) - Something Like… You (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88

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Something Like You (NSYNC)

My heart is tellin' me

That you could be, my meant to be

I know it, more each time we touch...

'Cause...

Somethin' happens when you look at me, I forget to speak

Something happens when you kiss my mouth, my knees get so weak

Could it be true, this is what God has meant for me

'Cause, baby I can't believe

That something like you could happen to me

•••

It’s been a solid two years since you last saw Yoongi’s mother— it was when Jihyo was born, and the way that the elder woman’s eyes lit up when she saw you again, made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Yoongi drove you to their beach house early in the morning where you both met up with Jin and Nara. Their mother babysat Jihyo as the four of you went out and about walking along the shore.

The intimate birthday party surprise for their mother took place in their huge garden, where Nara and her team had set up huge picnic blankets and the caterers prepared a huge spread of hors d’oeuvres and finger sandwiches.

The sun had already set when the guests started to leave one by one. Their mother, clearly happy, but exhausted at the little events chose to retire early for the night, tucking Jihyo along. All of you were still too full and buzzed to even think about dinner. It was well past 09:00 PM when the four of you decided to continue your little party in the cozy living room.

"Anyone want a drink?" Seokjin calls from the kitchen, and you can hear him rummaging through the cupboards. "I know where dad keeps the good stuff!"

"Please, no." You hear Yoongi groan under his breath, tilting his head back to rest against the back of the couch.

Nara chuckles from the other side of the living room as Jin comes back, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and glasses in the other. She waves a hand at you both, "Don't worry, I won't let him drink too much."

You raise an eyebrow at this, because she's the light weight and someone has to keep an eye on her, too.

Seokjin pours everyone a glass, passing you yours first since you're the guest in the room. He carefully pours less than everyone else's amount into Nara's glass, patting her hand when she whines about it.

It's a quiet moment, while you all just sit quietly, drinking your wine. It's fruity, a red wine that stains your lips with its colour, easy to lose yourself to if you drink too quickly, so you take your time with it.

Yoongi shifts next to you, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch, and you don't miss the way his arm not so subtly comes up to rest behind your shoulders. His fingers just shy of your shoulder, you could feel their proximity, brushing your skin softly and sending tingles down your arm.

You try to focus on your wine, or the way Seokjin and Nara are sharing soft words and glancing at Yoongi every second. Seokjin looks devious with the smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as Nara whispers something to him.

"Y/n, wanna see something embarrassing about Yoongi?" Seokjin suddenly speaks up, a twinkle in his eye. Nara bursts out laughing, sharing a knowing look with her husband.

Yoongi's arm slips from around your shoulders as he leans forward. "No, she doesn't."

"No, no. I actually do."

Yoongi's head turns so swiftly, you worry that he might've hurt himself. Betrayal was clear on his face, "Whose side are you on?"

"Well, I've known Jin longer...so..." you shrug, taking a sip of your wine, just to hide your smirk.

"Traitor."

Seokjin gets up, moving around the spacious living room to the built-in cupboards under the display case of delicate fine china and accolades. He shuffles stuff around for a moment, pulling out a thick photo album with an excited giggle.

He crosses the room towards you and Yoongi, who sit closest to the coffee table, smiling broadly. Plopping the album down before waving you closer with a hand, he flips through the glossy pages while you settle on the floor next to Yoongi's legs.

"Oh, no. No. I know what you're up to." Yoongi complains, leaning over you to make a grab at the photo album. Seokjin only moves it out of the way, a squeaky laugh following the action.

"Your arms are too short." Seokjin smacks at Yoongi's reaching hand, shifting the album a little more, "just give up."

Yoongi does just that with a sigh, leaning back with a sigh, grumbling to himself.

Seokjin shows you photos of him and Yoongi when they were children, Yoongi when he won his first basketball tournament, him collecting his highschool diploma. Every photo was dated with little notes at the bottom of them, some of them random notes, or ones for context.

"Remember this?" Seokjin flips backwards, to where a very little Yoongi sits at the bottom of a tree, face all red, "You fell out of the tree after I told you not to climb it."

"You were pretty stubborn, huh?" You tilt your head back to look at him with a smile.

"He still is, that's never going to change." Nara says, "Remember when we all went out that one school night? Yoongi and Jin were trying to see who can drink a milkshake the fastest."

"Who won?"

"I did." Seokjin smirks, waving a hand.

"Yeah, only because you cheated. I would've won if you hadn't opened your big mouth."

"Seokjin told a stupid joke and made Yoongi laugh. The milkshake came right out his nose." Nara supplies, "Oh don't you have a photo of that?"

And of course, he did.

In the photo, there was a younger looking Yoongi, blond hair poking out from underneath a black beanie, milkshake staining his hoodie and a napkin under his mnose. Seokjin was next to him, a little blurry, captured mid laugh, with his head thrown back and one arm blurred by the movement of it going up in the air.

"Oh! Babe, show her the rose one!" Nara says, waving her hand, "Y/n, you'll love it."

"It was a class trip I think," Seokjin chuckles, "He hates the photos but it's a running joke here."

Seokjin begins flipping though the album again, finding the photos, but you barely get a glance of it. Just making out Yoongi in a white shirt in three separate photos, in two of which he was holding a rose to his face.

Yoongi was swift this time; reaching forward and snatching the album away. He snaps it shut and shoves it behind his back, "Don't you two have to be up early?" He says pointedly, a socked foot poking at Seokjin's thigh.

"You have to get Jihyo up early."

Seokjin smirks at his brother, getting up and taking his wine glass with him, "This isn't over, Yoongi. She'll see them eventually."

After Seokjin and Nara say their goodnights, and they're out of the living room, you and Yoongi begin cleaning up. You laugh as you see him put the photo album in a different place entirely, "They weren't that bad."

"They're embarrassing." You had a feeling he wasn't just talking about the photos.

"I'll carry the glasses in the kitchen," You carefully pick the glasses up, while Yoongi picks up the trays of half eaten snacks and follows you towards the kitchen.

Yoongi does the dishes, both of you chatting about random things, and you don't miss the way Yoongi gives you his undivided attention. Even while his hands were busy washing dishes and handing them to you to dry. You also didn't miss his little touches, always passing by you a little closer than necessary to grab things, hand brushing yours when he passes you dishes to dry.

"Mom was glad to see you today." He comments, turning the tap off and grabbing a towel to dry his hands.

"Yeah, I was too. It's been so long since I've seen her. I got really busy and barely had the time to visit. Thanks for inviting me, I had fun." You smile, focusing on drying the wine glass in your hands and not looking at Yoongi.

He looks so handsome today, you're so used to seeing him dressed for work or casually, it was a bit of a shock to see him dressed formally. Crisp white dress shirt, black dress pants and shiny shoes, it's done nothing but distract you all night. The expensive gold watch he wore just gave you an excuse to stare at his hands most of the time. Staring at the veins that popped against his skin - not that you have a thing for hands, Yoongi's hands are just beautiful and you can't help yourself.

"They go in the cupboard over there," Yoongi says, and you realise you're just standing there, staring at his hands. The glass in your own was long dried, and you swiftly turn, grabbing another and taking quick steps to the cupboard.

"Can you reach?" Yoongi's voice was low and you'd almost missed his question. You're on your tiptoes, trying to put the glasses back into the cupboard that hung a couple of inches too high from your fingers. The granite counter further hindered your movement.

Your breath hitches and stutters in your throat when you feel Yoongi directly behind you. Gently, he takes the glass from your hand, damp fingers brushing against yours as he places it with ease. Feeling his exhale on your ear, you shiver, you know that if you take half a step backwards, your back would meet his chest.

"Sorry." Yoongi clears his throat and steps back, and you can breathe again, "Dad made the cupboards to suit his height so... it's a little high."

"That's...that's okay." You turn to face him, eyes zeroing in on his exposed arms, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

When you look up again, he's smirking at you, head tilted a bit to the side. Something a little dark lurking within the depths of his eyes.

"What? Why're you looking at me like that?"

"No reason. Why are you staring at my hands like that?"

"You have nice hands. I'm allowed to appreciate nice things." You shrug, and Yoongi looks a bit stumped, like he wasn't expecting you to answer him straightforwardly. "Pianist fingers." You wiggle your own fingers for emphasis.

"Playing the piano isn't all that my fingers are good at."

With the way he's looking at you, it's easy to get what he means by that, and heat flushes your cheeks at the thought. That, and the fact that he definitely caught you staring.

You take it in stride, "Really? What else are they good at then?"

He's closer now, taking small steps to corner you between himself and the counter behind you. You had nowhere to go, the scent of his cologne is making your head spin. He looks at you for a quiet moment, eyes darting between your eyes before they settle on your lips.

"I can show you." With that, he brings a hand up to tilt your head back and kisses you softly. You kiss him back eagerly, hands finding purchase on each side of his neck and gripping the ends of his hair, giving it a little tug.

His hands grip at your waist, easily hoisting you up and onto the counter, stepping between your open legs. All the while, his lips never leave yours, his tongue rolls wet and hot into your mouth. He tastes like the wine he drank, sweet and intoxicating.

Yoongi kisses you like he has something to prove, large hand holds you in place with a gentle grip at the back of your neck. He sucks on your bottom lip, teeth grazing it as he pulls away.

You're both breathless, breaths mingling together in the little space between you.

He sighs, "I've wanted to do that for a while," pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You giggle softly, fingers tracing random patterns at the back of his neck, fingers now in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that makes him groan. His hands grip at your hips, pulling you more against him. In the back of your mind, somewhere, a little voice wonders if you were taking it too far too fast. Silenced, though, as Yoongi's hands trail down to the hem of your dress, fingers brushing softly against your thighs, where he hesitates.

He pulls away for a second, free hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his face oddly serious, "Is this okay?"

You don't give yourself time to think about his question, simply nodding. No longer caring that this is definitely a step too quick, or that fact that you're in his parents' kitchen where any of his family members can just walk in. All you know is that it feels right, and right at that moment, you feel secured.

"Words, baby. Let me know, or I'll stop." He says lowly, tilting his head and holding your gaze, though his wandering hands never cease, drawing random patterns on the inside of your thigh. They were barely there, enough to tickle and just enough to be a tease, sending shivers racing down your spine and having you squirming against the countertop.

"Yes. It's okay. Don't stop."

Yoongi nudges his nose against yours, giving a fleeting kiss, his hand slipping under the soft fabric of your dress to caress your thigh, his kisses trailing away from your lips to your jaw and neck, stopping to briefly nibble on the sensitive skin. He sucks a bruise into your skin, sucking a breath through his teeth when you buck your hips involuntarily at the sensation. His hand continues to wander, long fingers mapping your inner thigh, skimming just where you need him most. He pulls his hand away and you can't help the whine that leaves you, hips jutting forward again to chase his touch.

You had no idea why he was dragging this out, being where you were, no one would have to second guess what's happening if they walked in right now. Or maybe you were just desperate for his touch, after he'd been teasing you all night with his little smiles and flirty comments.

"Yoongi..." you call softly, hoping that you can persuade him with a look alone. He only smirks at you, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"What is it, baby?" His fingers brush right over your clothed clit and you groan softly, biting down on your lip to muffle the sound. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh, "I can't read your mind, you know. Gonna have to tell me what you want."

Oh for fuck's sake. Was he always like this? Why is he like this?

"Touch me." You demand, gripping his wrist in a loose grip, guiding his hand where you want it to be. He seems a little surprised, cheeks flushing, but it didn't last long as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

His hand dips below the waist band of your panties, finding your clit easily and the dampness of your soft folds.

"So wet for me already," Yoongi breathes, rubbing slow circles, his eyes stay glued to your face, watching your every reaction. You can only imagine what he saw, the sight of you, flushed cheeks and so, so desperate for him, ready to take whatever he gives. You can't help but roll your hips against his hand, bottom lip caught between your teeth, "I've barely touched you."

You moaned his name when he slipped two fingers into your drenched core, you clench around his fingers and he groans out a curse.

Yoongi catches your moans with his lips and swallows them, fingers still moving, trapped in your panties, but that didn't deter the circling of his thumb against your clit. "You gotta be quiet, baby."

You wondered briefly about him in this moment, gone was the shy Min Yoongi who would nervously spew out facts about elevators, the man who would blush and try to hide away when his family brought up his childhood. Replaced by the man who's in front of you now, with his hand down your panties and dark, low lidded eyes.

He angles his fingers to tap against the spot that makes your toes curl, the squelch of his fingers within you is embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the kitchen, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Fuck." Yoongi wraps his free hand gently around your throat, not enough to constrict your breathing, but you felt breathless anyway. He's intently looking at you, as he slows the thrust of his fingers to a drag against your walls, bottom lip once again between his teeth, "I wanna taste you so bad, but I don't think we have time for that."

He kisses your jaw, sucking a bruise against your pulse. He changes the angle of his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, His fingers curl upwards and you keen, your hands grasping at his biceps as he increases the speed, grinding his palm against your clit.

"Fuck, Yoongi. Right there." You mean out, you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, pussy fluttering around his fingers.

Yoongi groans into your ear, sucking gently on the lobe, "Let go for me, baby?"

You can only manage a nod, you can feel your release racing up from your toes. The words that Yoongi's whispering in your ear only pushes you closer to the edge. Telling you how well you're doing, his fingers leaving your pussy to rub fast circles at your clit. Lips finding yours again as you squeeze your eyes shut, moaning into his mouth.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful baby." Yoongi whispers when he pulls away, caressing your sides with soothing hands while you catch your breath. "You okay?"

A soft laugh leaves you and you nod, "I'm okay, yeah."

He helps you off the counter and you stand on wobbly legs, holding his arm for stability. You glance down at him, seeing the impressive bulge straining the material of his pants. "You-"

"It's okay." Yoongi smiles, "Don't worry about it." He looks at the watch on his wrist, "It's late, we should get to bed, come on."

•••

A/N— This chapter is co-written by one of my wonderful friends @persphonesorchid who LOVES Yoongi so much. I’m grateful for the time she spared to help me bring the chapter forward. I hope you enjoyed it. We will appreciate the feedback! 🥰

#bangtansmauyeondan #midnight’s minuet #yoongi x reader #yoongi midnight’s minuet #yoongi imagines #yoongi smut #bts fic #bts yoongi fic #Spotify

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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3+1=?

Chapter: 02 {Serieslist}

|In the 3+1= daycare|

Pairing: widower!yoongixwidower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: mention of death, anxiety, smoking, hinting of smut but there is non.

Word count: 2.2k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

You groaned as the alarm clock blared near your ear. You needed much more sleep than this. Therapy always made you tired and not to forget the twins who were nice but still made you tired enough to pray for a good night’s sleep.

You groaned again as you sat up, your back cracking on the way. Sighing, you got out of the covers and hung your legs down. The soft carpet felt nice under your feet. “I feel so old,” you whined.

The apartment was quiet, indicating that your babies were still asleep. The twins needed to be dropped off at the daycare. It was Saturday but you had some extra work to be taken care of.

You scratched your head as you walked towards their room. Opening the door, you could hear the soft snores of Geon-Wu. Mi-Cha, on the other side, was sitting on her bed with a Moana blanket wrapped around her.

“Good morning, momma,” her groggy voice was cute.

“Hey, princess. I thought you were asleep,” you picked her up when she raised her arms.

“I just woke up,” she yawned.

“Wanna wake up your brother?”

“GEON-WU!” That was all needed to wake him up.

Geon-Wu whined and rubbed his eyes, “you evil,” he whispered.

You quickly got them in the bathroom where you all brushed and then ushered Geon-Wu out so you could get Mi-Cha ready. Then you dressed Geon-Wu.

Rushing towards the kitchen, you prepared breakfast for the kids while they packed their bags for the daycare. The twins didn't go to daycare often since Jungkook worked from home. And would usually take care of them, happily.

He was a singer. Multitalented. He wrote, composed, produced, and did everything on his own at the studio he built in his home so that he could save money. The videography was done by another one of your friends, Namjoon.

Today he was not available. It was the filming of his new single track. Having kids there would be vexation. Not that they were crazy but could be a handful sometimes.

“Now, be good and let me get ready, oky? Eat your breakfast slowly,” you instructed and head straight to the bathroom.

Every day felt like a trial. It's hard to have twins and grow them on your own, you understood a year ago. It felt like a century. You stood under the warm shower, soaking yourself in the memories of your late husband. He was needed. He was a must. You are in love with him. Everything felt chaotic without him.

You missed how he loved you. The way his hands would glide across your body. His scent. His embrace. His comforting words. His giggles. His love for the kids. Everything…

“Mommy!?” a tired sigh left your lips. It has been a year since you got a chance for a peaceful shower or any time to get ready.

“Coming!”

Quickly washing up, you stepped out of the shower and looked at the time on your phone, you smiled. There was some time for a little make-up.

Dressing up, you went outside to see what was happening. “What are you kids up to?”

“Mommy, Geon-Wu spilt maple syrup on himself.”

There goes the time for make-up.

…

“Remember kids, no craziness. It ain't your home where you can be crazy monkeys, okay?” The kids were sitting in the back seat, listening to you carefully and nodding along. “Good. I don't want any complaints.”

Helping the twins out of the car, you opened the door of the daycare. The nice cold air hit your face. You went inside but froze.

There was the man from yesterday, looking at you with a confused frown. His eyes moved from you to your kids who also recognized the phantom-like man.

“Mommy, the ghost,” Mi-Cha whispered.

You cleared your throat and awkwardly waited for someone to come out and take your kids.

“Dropping off your kids?” his thick voice startled you.

Your head snapped in his way, eyes wide open. “Huh? Y-yeah.” you mentally face-palmed.

“Alright,” he got behind the counter and asked for the important information.

“Y-you are an employee here?” you asked.

“Asking the owner if he is an employee?” he grumbled.

Your eyes widened and gawked at the grumpy man. He looked like anything but the owner of a daycare. His hard demeanour was not exactly sitting well with the kids.

The man sighed, understanding your face, “I'm Yoongi. And don't worry about the kids. I see you have visited here before. There are two entries. They are safe.”

“Ah… Yeah.” he was right. You heard about this place three months ago from one of the twins’ classmate’s mother. This place opened five months ago and had a great reputation. They took care of the kids the best. They taught them many things and were disciplined.

You hugged and kissed the head of the twins, “no complaints, okay?”

“Oky.” They smiled and followed the phantom man hesitantly.

…

“I swear he looked so good anti-children yesterday!” you ranted and whined.

“You are thinking too much. See you are already getting wrinkles,” Jin, your co-worker, pointed out, “stay away from me, momma. Ain't nobody wants those.”

“Jin, they are wrinkled, not some air-borne disease that you might catch,” you sighed.

“Whatever. I still don't want my pretty face to get influenced,” he looked at himself in the tiny mirror he always carried. “But in all honesty, don't worry about it. My sister’s daughter goes there sometimes, remember?”

You hummed remembering the time he told you about that. “I'm a mother, Jin. All I am left with is my twins. If something happens to them… There is no reason for me to be alive.”

Jin patted your back, “we will get you free sooner, okay? So that you can go back to your kids.”

“Thanks.”

…

“When I first saw you, I thought that ‘she is out of my league’. But here we are, under the sheets, all warm and cozy,” Dae-Jung said while caressing your bare back.

“Hmm, yeah? You should be worshipping me more, then,” you bit his earlobe and got a satisfactory hum.

“I'll worship you like you deserve every day if you let me, angel,” he kissed your jaw.

“Who is stopping you?” you slid over his hips. “I'm right here, worship me as you say,” you whispered over his lips and captured them in a heated kiss.

The moans filled the room. Dad-Jung wanted to show you how you deserve all the love: mentally and physically, both.

“I'll love you till my last breath…”

Your hands were trembling, your forehead had a shining layer of sweat. Your eyes were spilling tears furiously.

The memories were devastating. They were once sweet but are now a bitter reminder that that won't ever happen again. It sucked the last sanity from you leaving you in this tiny cubicle of the office bathroom.

They were unexpected. It scared you. The twins caught you like this many times before and always questioned it. They were growing up seeing their mother breaking into pieces and their father not coming back.

It was a wrong influence. You needed to be better for them. But it's easier said than done.

Finally, when your body relaxed after a few, you left the washroom.

…

“Mommy! You are early!” Mi-Cha and Geon-Wu rushed towards you and hugged your crouched figure. “Let's go home!”

“Wait for a little bit, little ones.” you stood up and greeted the teacher there who was not the phan-- Yoongi guy.

After doing the formalities, you left.

The car drive was filled with kids screaming ‘baby shark’. You swear you would beat the hell out of the person who even thought about making this stupid irritating– was it a poem? Song? Oh, well, whatever it was, it sucked your brains out. But you had to keep it cool because kids love it. So anything for them.

“Mommy, that ghost man left early,” Geon-Wu said.

“I was so happy when he did,” Mi-Cha giggled.

“Ah, really? That's good, I guess,” internally you were jumping and screaming thanks for whatever reason he left for.

…

It was dark outside. Yoongi was sitting in the park. His heart felt heavy. There was a lot in mind. He felt like his last hope broke. The images, voices, and demons were lurking in and around him. He wanted an escape. An escape that led him to a peaceful life where he could leave his worries and demons behind and just hang in there.

Smoke wasn't his thing. But sometimes when the shit was too much to handle, he didn't mind getting high. He captured the cigarette between his teeth and covered his hand around it to light it. He puffed the smoke in the air and noticed all the patterns that it made in the dark.

The only comfort in his life was all those children he meant to take care of. But his cold persona always pushed them away. He didn't blame them. They weren't his own children… They were someone else's. With that in his mind, he let it slide and watched the kids from afar.

He wasn't that creepy guy who fantasized about kids, no, definitely not. He just… Liked children as a parent would do… A good parent.

“Hey, man. You sitting up here in the park by yourself like this, what happened?” Yoongie looked at his friend, Taehyung, who was looking at him with wide eyes and a mouth filled with chips.

“Nothing, just a lot of things,” Yoongie sighed.

Taehyung nodded, understanding, “don't throw yourself out like that, there is much more to life and you are still young… Things will fall back in place in no time,” he pulled his vaping pen out and vaped.

“Is it worth it, though? I feel like I am wasting everyone’s time and mine too,” he looked up at the sky. He couldn't see a single star, just the darkness like him.

“Man, it is worth it. I'm not saying that you will get a replacement but someone new who can understand you the deepest and hold onto you tightly,” Taehyung said.

“Anyway, how was your shoot?” Yoongie changed the subject.

“Ah, the best so far! The guy, Jungkook, damn! He is so fucking talented. It was so fun to work with him. I had to act like his brother from another mother and boy it felt real,” he praised. “I think you would like his company. He is a jolly man.”

“I don't know, Tae.”

“What!?” the younger one whined. “It's not like you are going on a date with a girl. We are planning on meeting for dinner or something, maybe you could join us too, it would be fun!”

Yoongie sighed, “I'll think about it. For now, let's go back. I have other jobs to handle and the daycare too. It's getting late.”

“Simply say that you want to drown yourself in the past in your bed,” Yoongie glared at him. “You took it seriously, man. I am sorry.”

…

“Pretty please,” Jungkook whined on the call.

“No, J. I don't want to. I have two monkeys to look after,” you said as you cleaned the kitchen.

“It's not like we are going out for long, you know? You haven't met new people in a while. You should come too. Taehyung is a funny man. I'm sure you will feel better,” Jungkook was pouting on the other side. “And it's not like it’s the date. We are just going to dinner with a new friend. He said he might bring another company along. I wanna bring you too. And kids can join us.”

You paused and thought about it. He was right, you haven't met any new people in a while. Dad-Jung loved to socialize so you also met many new people through him. Now it feels weird. But you need to go out and meet new people, make new friends.

“I'll sleep on it,” you sighed.

“Oh, you better wake up with this plan soaked up in your bones. Tell me what you think, okay? Then I will talk to him and fix the date for dinner. I'll get going, tell the kids that I love them and good night,” he yawned.

“Of course,” you looked around and sighed again.

Maybe this could help distract you for a while.

“Mommy?” Geon-Wu's sleepy voice shrugged you out of your thoughts. “Dada still not here?”

His simple question squeezed the life out of you. You didn't know how to break it up to them that their father won't ever come back. It's hard to see the twins like this, longing for their father's embrace. Nobody can ever replace that, no matter what.

“We should go to sleep, love,” you said and helped him get in bed. “Tomorrow is Sunday, we will be going to the big park, okay?”

He looked at you with shiny eyes, “really? You are the best momma ever!”

You chuckled and kissed his forehead. On the other bed, Mi-Cha was already sound asleep. You kissed her forehead and were about to go into your room when Geon-Wu said, “momma, don't ever leave us as Dada did.”

The tears brimmed your waterline. “I never will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Sanaa's note:

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