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It’s Ok

Member: Min Yoongi Genre: Angst / Fluff 🌸💔 Song Inspired: It's Ok - Cee Lo Green Summary: Min Yoongi was that ultimate cold tsundere. As his hyper girlfriend, you were always the first to initiate everything in your relationship, without knowing if he ever feels the same. But his indifference took a toll on you, and you figure that it's better for you to let him go.

A/N: Please listen to the song recommendation while reading this! Would add the romcom taste to it, I promise!

"Let's break up."

Your try to read his face as you utter these painful word.

To your disappointment, he was still indifferent. Yoongi didn't flinch, not even blink his eyes. He was busy staring at the coffee menu without sparing a glance at you.

You should have known this would be his reaction.

Why do you still think that he would be different about this? You chuckle to yourself pitifully.

What did you expect? Min Yoongi begging for you to not leave him? That would probably be in your wildest dream.

You bit your lower lips and tried hard to ignore the growing pain in your chest. You waited and waited as minutes passed by but he still didn't say anything. He flips through the menu like he couldn't hear what you just said.

You were taking a deep breath and was about to say something else when he ask, "What's your reason?"

You stopped, blinking your eyes rapidly. With a steady breath (though your heart was shaking), you turn your gaze to him to explain what has always been in your heart for the past 2 years of your relationship.

"Yoongi.. I feel like I'm the only person who loves in this relationship. You never tell me anything, not even how you really feel about me. I was always the one with the confession, the dates and I was always the one who was showy about us. Even I am the 1st to confess and bare my feelings for you.. without ever knowing whether you like anything about me when you agreed to be my boyfriend," you said hurriedly.

"Lately I've been thinking.. and I don't know, I just though that we should go our separate way.. I don't want to force you to love me anymore.." you trails there, avoiding eye contact with him. You're afraid that if you look into his eyes, you'll cry.

"Anyways, I.. I just call you here to tell you this. I think it's best for both of us. It's been 2 years and I don't want a one sided relationship anymore. What I want is for you to be happy.. without being dragged down by a girlfriend like me."

You bit your lower lips. It was winter, and outside the coffee shop it was cold, but the air between you two were colder. You swiftly remove the couple ring on your finger and push the thin metal to Yoongi who sat across you with a stoic expression.

"Here, it doesn't belong to me. You were the one who bought it. I'm sorry for everything, for forcing you to be my boyfriend. I hope you'll find someone you truly loves, ok Yoongi?"

He stare at the ring with a plain face. Sure, he was indifferent about your breakup as well. The ring was something very important to you, as it was something you forced him to buy after seeing the couple ring Hyelin wears. By force, that was the only thing he ever got you between your 2 year's relationship.

You were waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

Anything that would make you think that this was a bad decision. That some part of him loves you at least a little tiny piece. But your heart broke the moment he asked that final question coldly.

"Is there anything else you would like to say?"

Oh how you wanted to cry so bad.

So fucking bad that you wanted to curse at him and punch him for breaking your heart and wasting your time for the past 2 years but then you remember, you were the one who wanted him. You were the one who was so obsessed on having him. You were the one who flirted with him even though everybody keep on telling you how bad he is at treating the people around him.

You gulp, shaking your head. You were looking down the whole time, playing with your finger and try calming your heart so you won't cry in front of him. You knew he hates it. He hates weak people and people who cry a lot. That's why you never cry in front of him.

"No.. I.. best of luck Yoongi! Thank you.. for being my boyfriend. I wish you happiness, always! I'll- I'll go first. Merry Christmas," you told him, altogether collecting your belongings.

You quickly pull your cap down and stand up, rushing towards the exit before bursting out a dam of tears.

...

Your break-up with Yoongi was all over campus the next week.

You didn't know how or why. Then you got to know that the nosy 'Gretchen Wieners' of the campus, Garam, was at the coffee shop and overheard your conversation with Yoongi that day. You would never suspected Yoongi, because you knew he was a calm and quiet person. He wouldn't go around telling people how you 2 are not together anymore. Not that he ever did when the 2 of you did either.

Some people look at you with pity, some scoffing (especially girls who was majoring in music as Yoongi does) and some well, just don't care.

You couldn't sleep, eat or think clearly after that day. You cried and cried some more even while you were watching a comedy show on TV. You never though that you would one day broke up with him, Min Yoongi, the guy you love so much from the 1st day you set foot on campus.

Want it or not, you need to go to your classes or you're going to be held a semester back. You had to pretend that you're okay, and smile so people wouldn't notice how your eyes was actually swollen from crying too much for the past 3 days.

Hyelin, your best friend, look at you with sympathy.

"I know you're sad baby, I'm so sorry.. that cold city guy Yoongi! Ergh! If there is now law, I would already pressed my foot on his face right now! He shows no feeling or remorse at all! Fucking idiot! He doesn't appreciate you at all! Even you, his girlfriend give up on him! What about everyone else? Fuck him!"

You let out a weak smile.

"It's fine Hyelin, maybe he's not meant for me. What can I do about it? Besides.. I think he's thankful that I ask for the break-up.. maybe he doesn't have the heart to broke up with me seeing how pitiful and crazy I am about him before.. so, it's fine. It's a win-win situation."

"Win-win situation? You LOVE him you idiot! Oh my god- I just! Why? Why did you have to fall for him of all people? I just.. I just feel sorry for you. You're my best friend. Tell me the truth Y/N, doesn't he persuade you even once after you ask for the break-up? Isn't he curious about why you suddenly want nothing to do with him? Doesn't he like, 'Did I do something wrong baby? Why are you saying all this? No, I don't agree' things like that? What is he? A robot with no emotion?"

You shook your head, "Yoongi's not Hoseok, Hyelin."

You stare emptily at the people walking pass you and her in the campus's park. "I did told him the reason why. I told him I felt as if I'm the only one who loves in our relationship. You knew what he said? He ask me if there is there anything else I would like to say, as if he's waiting for the moment to be released from my grip. I was curious about one thing of course.. I was dying to ask him if he ever loves me these past 2 years but I didn't have the strength to.. I'm scared of his answer. I'm scared to know that he didn't love me as much as I did him.. so in the end.. I walk out from the coffee shop, walk out from the relationship I love most."

Tears were threatening to fall but you took a deep breath, and smile to look as if you're OK.

Hyelin patted your back softly to calm you down. "I'm fine Hyelin, I really am. Yoongi has always been that way, I'm the one who though I could change him. It's my fault, for I'm the one who risks my heart for a guy that never loves me. It's not his fault. It's for the best anyway than me forcing him on a relationship he doesn't even want."

Just as you finish pouring your heart, you went quiet. Hyelin could feel that you're still upset and broken when your relationship ends with Yoongi. Hyelin knew, if you could, you never wanted to let Yoongi go. You love him so goddamn much. She knew how much you love Yoongi and dream of having him as your husband one day.

But what can she do? Yoongi doesn't love you.

"If its that painful, and you still wanted him, I could talk to Hoseok? I could tell him to talk to Yoongi, maybe he'll get back with you-"

"No." You let out a painful smile. "I don't want to get back with him just because he pities me. Maybe there's someone else he likes that he had set his eyes on but can do nothing about it since he already agree to become my boyfriend. I didn't want that for him. I want Yoongi to be in a happy relationship that he wants instead of being in a miserable one that he was forced too."

Hyelin hugs you tight. "I'm sorry Y/N. That stupid tsundere Yoongi! I swear he will never get a girl as loving, caring and cheerful as you are!"

You knew Hyelin was just trying to make you feel happy. But the fresh wound in your heart was still there, and you wish so badly that you could just erase Min Yoongi from your mind, as well as your heart.

...

The next few weeks, you tried your best to avoid Yoongi. But it was hard, because Yoongi is friends with Hoseok, Hyelin's boyfriend and you know you have to face him eventually. Not that Hoseok didn't know that you 2 were not together anymore, but Hoseok wanted Yoongi to maintain at least some kind of friendship with you.

Hoseok's persuasion made you uncomfortable, and you always find an excuse to avoid hanging out with them like you used to because you knew Yoongi will be there as well. You can't face Yoongi, not when the stinging in your heart is still there. You need some time away from him to be able to move on. Then, when you're ready, you would rethink about maintaining a little bit of friendship with him.

With that being said, you took a part time job to fill out your free time. Your friend, Namjoon, runs a small karaoke bar a few block away from college. You didn't hesitate when he ask if you wanna work there after one of his employee quit. That's the only way you knew to get out of your messy thoughts about Yoongi.

"Babe, Y/N said she's working part time at the karaoke bar Namjoon run nearby, hmm~ no more hanging out with her anymore after this," Hyelin pouts, just as she ends the call with you.

Hoseok's eyes widen. "Really? Aww, what a bummer. It's been a month since we last hang out with her. I miss her a lot.. right Yoongi?"

Yoongi didn't say anything. He was busy stirring the straw in his drink, staring into the cup. Hyelin glare at him sharply.

"Why would he? He never care about Y/N. Maybe he's relief, he didn't have to see her around anymore. You must think she's clingy right Yoongi? Good luck finding a girlfriend half as good as Y/N who can stand your cranky, cold attitude."

Yoongi didn't look at Hyelin, but he replied calmly to her furious remark.

"Y/N was the one who ask for the breakup, just like she did when she ask me to be her boyfriend. She says both of us should go our own ways. I don't want to force her to stay if our relationship is what's dragging her dreams down."

Hyelin wanted to slap him so bad. But Hoseok hugs her just in time. "Babe, baby, come on. As if you didn't know Yoongi.. you know how savage and blunt he is. You too Yoongs, quit it," Hoseok said, stopping them from killing each other with their death stare.

"She loves you, you idiot. And you, stop treating people around you like trash. I know you're emotionless, cold, whatever savageness you were born into but Y/N's your girlfriend. Don't you see how much she loves you? But all you did was treat her like you treat everyone else, building walls all over yourself. How is she suppose to feel? And what? You did that for 2 years! No wonder Y/N left you! If I were her, I wouldn't even last a day with you!" Hyelin huffs, reaching for her sling bag and walk away, leaving Hoseok and Yoongi with a headache.

"Sorry bro, she loves Y/N. They're like.. sisters you know." Hoseok apologized but Yoongi only let out a soft sigh. He stare at Hyelin who was walking away from the 2 of them, thinking about what she just said.

"It's fine Hoseok. I know how much she loves Y/N," Yoongi adds.

Hoseok wanted to ask Yoongi about how he feels about the breakup, not that he didn't try before, but Yoongi was quite intimidating when it comes to his private relationship. He never talks about you for the past 2 years of your dating history. He never talks about how you treated him, or how has it been between the 2 of you, where did you go on your dates or say good nor bad things about you. That's what makes junior girls in your campus thinks that he's single.

But one thing everybody knew is that when a girl dared to ask him out, Yoongi will reply with a, "I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend."

Hoseok knew him since high school, but he never crosses the boundaries of their friendship. So, in his own conclusion, Hoseok thinks that Yoongi was relief to let you go too. Maybe. Probably. It made him feels unsettled for you but if that's what Yoongi wants, then he nor Hyelin can do anything about it. Especially when Min Yoongi is not the kind to beg for people to stay.

"You okay man? About this whole thing?" Hoseok ask carefully. Yoongi stare at his musical sheets without a changed expression.

"Yeah, of course."

...

You look at a couple of high school kids entering the karaoke bar all being lovely dovey.

It must be nice. To have a person who loves you and loves you back, you though to yourself.

Namjoon look at you who were lost in your train of thoughts after he finish cleaning the floor. He approach you quietly and held your shoulder, shaking you gently to make you realize he was right in front of you.

"Ops! I'm so sorry Joonie, god, I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry. You were saying something?" you said, literally startled with your buff friend who was smiling down at you, displaying his deep dimples.

"Are you okay? You look quite lost there. Are you.. still sad about your break up?" he asks, not wanting to sound rude or anything. You fake a smile, pretending not to care. "Nah, I'm good! Really! Yoongi was indifferent about it, I should too. Don't worry about me ok?"

You were such a bad liar, even Namjoon saw it. Namjoon was a friend of you from the math club in college. You guys weren't close before, since you only met on Wednesday but he had always secretly wish to be your friend. And yes, he knew about Yoongi. He felt sorry for you of course, but he vowed to make you smile just like how you did when you're with Yoongi.

"Hey Y/N, if you need anything or need a friend to listen to your problem, just tell me alright? I'll try my best to be that friend."

Namjoon was such a sweetheart.

You let out a thin smile. "Sure Joonie. Thanks, for everything. By the way, I solved the equation we did the other day, when we lost to the Incheon Team during the matheletes. Turns out, Yerin did the wrong part, so everything went down from hers hahahaha," you laugh, trying to forget that you were still in pain because of Yoongi.

"Really?" Namjoon giggle. "I knew it. She was so confident so I don't wanna crush her of it, told ya she's an alpha female," he says, trying to lighten the mood. Namjoon knew you weren't ready to have a heart to heart, especially when you're still getting over Yoongi. He didn't want to step over the boundary as well, as his friendship with you were just blossoming.

Just then, a crowd of people entered the karaoke bar.

You and Namjoon bowed, welcoming them. Both of you let out a big smile but then your smile slowly fades as you realize it was Hoseok, Hyelin and-

Yoongi.

Shit.

"Y/N!!! BABY I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!" Hyelin yelled, the last you saw her was 3 days ago to grab a drink, just the 2 of you.

Hoseok smile at you and wave cheerfully, also shouting just like Hyelin. They match each other's energy so well. But that guy, that cold tsundere guy, he made you sweat.

Yoongi didn't say anything but his presence behind Hoseok and Hyelin made you heart beats like a drum. You keep you fake persona on, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. Oh you misses him so much. You miss having him listen to your story all day. Though you 2 never touch hands or kiss before, you miss watching how he would focus on his music, producing songs for the seniors on your campus as their final year project which you found hot before.

But.. Yoongi's not your boyfriend anymore and you cannot miss all that. Not when you knew he won't ever fight to be in a relationship with you.

"We literally saw each other 3 days ago Hyelin," you fake a soft laugh. "What bring you guys here anyways..?"

"Oh! We were bored so we though we should visit your workplace! Then maybe do some karaoke too! I haven't warm up my voice for a long time!" Hoseok quips cheerfully. You crack a smile at him. But it was getting hard, because Yoongi was right behind him, staring right at you.

"Oh, sure, sure! Here, this is the package and.."

"How much for an hour?"

Everybody turn to Yoongi.

You gulp. Wow, he really take the breakup well, like you 2 never happen at all.

"Uh, 3000 won for an hour. But if you take 2, you'll get 4500."

Speaking to him after the breakup was hard. You're so relieved that you could at least answer his question in one go. Hoseok, Hyelin and Namjoon banter to look at the both of you. Yoongi took out his wallet and slowly put the money on the counter top, separating you, Namjoon and the 3 of them.

Your hands were shaking, and you avoid eye contact with him, but Namjoon manage to help you and he took over, noticing how nervous you still were around your ex.

"Sure. Here is the key, and.. voila, room 9. You just need to take the left aisle. It's 3 room away from there. Have a nice day guys," Namjoon said, punching the cash registrar and act like nothing happen. Hyelin smirk at this.

Hoseok, who was always clueless about everything smile at Namjoon and pulls Yoongi towards him. Yoongi took the change from Namjoon, barely even glance at you and follow Hoseok and Hyelin to the karaoke room.

"Hey Y/N! Wanna join us??" Hoseok asked. You look at him, Yoongi's back facing you.

"No thank you, I'm working anyways."

Hyelin wink at you. "Alright! Have fun with than dimple hunkie! Thanks Namjoon! Take care of Y/N, ok? She's kind of a naughty girl!"

Hoseok laugh nervously, taking a glance at Yoongi to see if he really did felt nothing. He was right of course, Yoongi's expression was still grim as ever. Maybe his friend already moved on, that's why he doesn't care when he see Namjoon and you laugh earlier.

You bit your lower lip, feeling somewhat sullen that Yoongi didn't show any signs of jealousy towards you and Namjoon's friendship. Namjoon duck his head down, staring at you.

"It's okay Y/N. You're going to get over him. You're a strong girl. You know how Yoongi is.."

"I know. I know him well Joon. Thanks anyway, for helping me earlier."

You stare at Yoongi's back who was disappearing to the karaoke room with your 2 friends.

"You know what's funny Joon?" you turn to Namjoon with a sad smile. Namjoon tilt his head, curious of your question. "When we were in a relationship, he never wanted to go karaoke, he always said he's busy and if I ever planned a date, I need to force him out of bed and drag him around just so I can show people that I had an amazing boyfriend like him. Turns out I was wrong. Seems like he just doesn't wanna go with me."

Namjoon let out a soft sigh. "I've never dated anyone before, so I don't really know what to say if I was in your situation, let alone date someone as quiet and cold as Yoongi.. I'm sorry.. I could only listen to your story.."

You smile at him pathetically. "At least you listen and respond Joonie.. unlike him.."

Namjoon patted your back. He wish he could remove the invisible dagger stabbing your heart. The dagger that Min Yoongi put there.

"Yoongs, let's go to the karaoke bar today! I wanna show you my singing skill! Maybe I can be featured in one of your songs one day! Then I wanted to go eat at that new pastry shop and try their pearl milk tea Hyelin keep bragging about! Can we? Can we??"

You remember how excited you were that day. Finishing class early, coming to visit him at one of the faculty's studio he used to produce his music.

"Karaoke? That place is so loud, I don't like noisy places. Besides, I need to finish my latest track, the seniors need it by the end of the week."

Your smile turn into a frown. "But we haven't gone out much.. I really wanted to try the milk tea.. and take our pictures there to show it to Hoseok and Hyelin.. and everyone else.."

You remember how Yoongi's cold back was still facing you that day.

He ruffle his soft fluffy hair but didn't turn around from his chair to see how sad your expression were."We can just take pictures here.. and why would you wanna show it to anyone anyways? Let's just order the milk tea and told them to send it here, wouldn't that be easier and saves more time then going there? "

You were really upset that day. You just wanted a normal relationship with him just like Hoseok and Hyelin but you tell yourself that maybe Yoongi really need to finish the tracks he was producing. The seniors loves him and called him Prod. Suga. You don't even know why nor question him because Yoongi never talks about all those stuff with you. It's like you're his girlfriend but he has another identity that was isolated from you.

But look at him now. He could make time for karaoke with Hoseok and Hyelin, a noisy place he hates before his breakup with you. It's so obvious that he just doesn't wanna go there back then with you. He's probably ashamed of having someone like you as his girlfriend who likes to show off your relationship.

You let out a disappointed sigh.

I'm sorry for being such a nuisance for you Yoongi. You're free now.

...

The next 2 weeks, a bunch of seniors from Yoongi's faculty came to the karaoke bar. You notice one of them and smile, though you didn't like him that much because he was always troubling Yoongi when you 2 were on your rare date occasion.

"Y/N! Hey gal! Long time no see!" Zhoumi laugh, a bunch of his friends clinging from behind. You let out a polite smile at him, bowing as he close the gap between the 2 of you. "Hello Sunbaenim, yeah.. it's been a while."

Zhoumi and his friends snickers, making you utterly uncomfortable. Okay, you hate him. He always made Yoongi suffers whenever he can't finish his assignments on time. Plus, he was a real asshole, partying hard each night and sleeping with different girls from different faculty.

"Yeah hahaha, of course. I heard about your breakup with our Prod. Suga. Be strong okay? If Yoongi can move on from it quickly, you can too, eventually, heheh.. besides, we all know how much you like him, right? We know who loves more.. so what I'm trying to say is, you can do it too, fighting Lee Y/N!"

You look at him from across the cash registrar, secretly rolling your eyes at the annoying sarcasm. You don't even know or care what he was talking about, until his friend's laughter died down, waiting for Zhoumi to pay for one of the karaoke room. He took out some money and raise his fingers to 3 hours, waiting for the change.

"You seems quite ok about the whole thing huh? I though you would be more depressed but here you are, acting like everything's fine. Come on Y/N, aren't you jealous that Yoongi moved on a little too quick from you?" Zhoumi daunt you, trying to get a reaction.

But you really had no idea what he was talking about. You know if he did, it must be something that would annoy you cause Zhoumi never liked you anyways-

"I heard Yoongi is going out with that hot chic from one of his classes, Fundamental Of Music 103. Suran I think was her name. Aren't you jealous?"

Your fingers stop punching the cash registrar. What? Going out? And with who? Suran? You never heard of her before.

You calm yourself, trying not to be lured into Zhoumi's irritating antic. "No. Why would I be? He's not my boyfriend anymore. He's free to date anybody he wants to."

You weren't okay. You were definitely, definitely going to ask Hyelin and Hoseok about this later. But right now, you can't let Zhoumi see how you're loosing your cool. Zhoumi took the change you put on the counter top and put it in his wallet.

"Hahah, okay then. See ya. When you see them around, give your best to cheer for the new couple okay? Bye!" Zhoumi adds, purposely trying to make you murder him.

He and his friends made some howling voice, acting like a child and went into the karaoke room they rented. You fidget with your finger, anxious of Zhoumi's word as soon as he left.

Who is this girl? This.. this Suran girl? Is she better? How.. and you don't understand. How could Yoongi date some girl when you 2 just broke up a few weeks ago? Does that means.. he had always set his eyes on this girl or something while you 2 were together?

You need to ask Hyelin about this.

...

You didn't need to ask Hyelin about it. Or Hoseok.

People are just so cruel, and you end up knowing about it a few days later after all. Somehow, after Zhoumi's shocking news about Yoongi going out with that girl Suran's rumor, you started seeing the 2 of them around when you went to college. Garam, that sneaky little girl keep on updating everyone, especially you about Yoongi's new love.

Shin Suran. Music Major. Had a beautiful voice as the sweetest nightingale. Yoongi's classmate in Fundamental Of Music 103. Calm and quiet. Can play the ukulele, guitar and piano. Beautiful, talented, kind and a good singer. Had a light caramel hair color. The female versionof Yoongi.

She's so perfect. You want to hate her, but when you tick all the right boxes for Yoongi's ideal types, her against you, she wins. An absolute win.

It made you nervous. It made you want to avoid seeing him at all. You were just trying to recover from him, and this news came as a great shock to you. As far as you know, Yoongi never had a close relationship with any girl before. He was quiet and keep to himself most of the time, the only girl who dare talking to him was you. But maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe you were the one he was keeping out of his world. And maybe you didn't know him at all, even after dating him for 2 years.

Hyelin nudge you softly, waving in front of you who was staring into your own thoughts.

"Hey, sorry that I didn't tell you about that Suran girl before.. it also gave me a great shock, and Hoseok too. Hoseok said he also knew nothing of the girl," Hyelin told you sorrily.

You let out a fake smile. "It's okay, really! I just.. it was shocking you know. Never knew Yoongi and her was close before. And suddenly after.. well.. our breakup, he was hanging around her the entire time."

Hyelin stare into your eyes. "I know how you feel about this whole thing Y/N, you still love him, don't you dare deny it. Just.. stay strong ok babe? If you need anything, just call me or Hoseok or oh! Namjoon! He's a cutie. Why don't you try and ask him out? Namjoon seems very interested in you~"

"Namjoon's just a friend to me Hyelin. Besides, I don't want to do that to him. He can't be my rebound just because I can't get over that heartless guy. I just don't need to see him around, easy. Especially with his new girl-"

And then you saw him with her before you could finish talking.

They were walking side by side, Yoongi smiling at something Suran was saying. You never see him smile that wide, a new kind of smile, a gummy smile. Yoongi was wearing a black leather jacket and a baseball cap, new pair of jeans that seems overdressed which he never wears when he's with you. Suran on the other hand was wearing a white summer dress, short black leather jacket wrapped around her top, paired with some black boots. Her neck sparkled with a bunch of necklace, shining from the sunlight.

They look like the power couple of the campus.

Hyelin grit her teeth as she look at how upset you were, looking away from the 2. She went beside and shield you from looking at Yoongi and Suran pathetically. "There, there, just.. don't look! If you don't look, you won't even know that they're here!"

You smile at her thankfully. You proceed to play with your drinks, waiting for you next class with Hyelin and hide yourself on the picnic table among the other student from being seen by Yoongi or Suran.

But then Hoseok ruined it by yelling at you and Hyelin from across the park. "Jagi! Y/N!"

You glare at Hyelin, "Your boyfriend's voice is really not helpful sometimes."

She mutters a soft sorry and raise her shoulder, feeling guilty at you. You didn't notice this, but as soon as he heard your name, Yoongi stops talking to Suran and look at Hoseok's direction. He turn to look at where Hoseok was waving at and find you and Hyelin sitting at one of the picnic table, where you haven't hang out with both of them after the breakup.

Automatically, his feet made his way to the picnic table as well. Suran call for him in confusion, "Yoongi? Where are you going? The new studio is this way."

Yoongi turn to her. "Oh, sorry Suran. I saw my friends there. I'm gonna greet them for a minute. You can go first, I'll catch up later."

Suran smiles. "Your friends? Wow. Is it just me who doesn't know who your friends are or have I been joining to many club activities to not know that you even have one?" She giggles before adding, "Who would have though the cold introvert music genius Min Yoongi had friends? Introduce me! I wanna know them as well! They must be quiet people like you huh? Since you hate mingling with people who likes to talk a lot!"

Yoongi didn't say anything yet he just smile at her curiosity. "Sure, let me introduce you to my friends. You would be shocked of what kind of circle I'm actually with."

"Hey Jagi! Y/N! Listen listen, I had something to tell you guys!" Hoseok said cheerfully. You let out a soft laugh. "What? That your birthday is in 3 days?"

Hoseok gasp, shocked that you remember while Hyelin giggle at him, pinching his squishy cheeks. "Wait wait wait, how did you..? HAAA, you remember Y/N?! I FEEL SO LOVED RIGHT NOW!!"

You beam a smile at him. "I remember everyone's birthday Hoseok, oh my god, don't be so dramatic!" you laugh at Hoseok's reaction. Hyelin nods. "Yeah babe, Y/N's good at numbers, so she basically remember everything especially after I told her about the birthday dinner you're trying to throw."

Hoseok gasps again, this time, with a pout.

"WHAT?? Aww! You already told her that? I wanna be the one telling her about my birthday dinner!" he sulks but Hyelin cup his cheeks. "Babe! I didn't tell the details, that you can do! I only told her that she's invited awww I'd never betray my baby.."

They're a perfect math. No wonder Hoseok and Hyelin suit each other well. It got you thinking again. About how things didn't work between you and Yoongi. You let out a sigh, again, remembering how you try your best to celebrate Yoongi's birthday with you for the past 2 years.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Yoongibear!" you yelled as he enters the small studio, looking tired and dreadful.

Yoongi's expression didn't change. He look at the cute strawberry shortcake you made, a single candle lighting up in the center. You look so merry that day, planning the whole thing with Hoseok and Hyelin.

Hoseok and Hyelin leave it all to you after that, as you wanted to celebrate with Yoongi alone. You just wanted to be alone with him just for today, his birthday. Yoongi put his bag pack on the couch and let out a thin smile, walking towards you.

"Come on Yoongibear, blow out the candles!" you told him, seeing how he hesitates to do it at first. He stares at the cake for a long time.

"Do I have to? I mean, I'm an adult, this is so childish.." he mutters softly but you were stubborn, wanting him to feel how special this day is for the both of you.

"Aww pleaseeeee?? I made this cake myself you know! It was just once a year! And it's your special day! Come on, quick, quick!" you told him. Yoongi let out a heavy sigh and finally blew the candles as per your wish.

"Yeay! Happy birthday Yoongibear, here, have a slice for good luck, I-"

"I don't like sweets Y/N. Thank you.. for the cake, I really appreciate it but I can't eat it. Maybe you can give it to Hoseok or Hyelin. And please be careful when you leave, I didn't want the seniors nagging at me if they found the fondants smudging the studio," he told you strictly.

"Y/N?"

Hyelin's voice wake you up from your thoughts. "Oh, sorry, you were saying?" you ask her but the memory that you just replay in your mind made your heart ache, because you finally realize Yoongi never appreciates whatever you did for him, unlike Hoseok.

"I was saying, that my parents were arranging some kind of birthday dinner at this diner near my house, and you are invited my friend. It would be so fun! Don't you worry, everything is payed beforehand so you just need to come and I, Jung Hoseok, the birthday dude allowed you to bring a plus one as your date! I love birthdays! Especially mine! Right Jagi?!" Hoseok announce which made Hyelin laugh at his cuteness.

You contemplate for a second and agree to come, because you loved Hoseok too much. You wanted to ask if he invited Yoongi as well, but then a shadow looms over you. You turn around, just to find Yoongi standing behind you, Suran trailing after him with a sweet smile.

"Hey guys," he said, his deep voice making you feel goosebumps all over. You gulp, avoiding to look into his eyes and turn your back facing him again.

Hyelin wanted to scratch his face, but Hoseok put his arm around her quickly. "Hey Yoongs! Hi.. uh.. Suran.. right??"

Suran nods. "Yeah, wait how did you guys know me?"

Hyelin glare at her. She scoffs, "Who doesn't? EVERYBODY is talking about how you're going out with this ass- ommf!"

"-Of course we know you! You're Yoongi's classmate right?? Nice to meet you Suran! I'm Hoseok, this cutie over here is my girlfriend, Hyelin and this is Y/N!" Hoseok said, covering Hyelin's outburst with his hands.

Hoseok knew you were upset, he's not that much of an idiot to not notice the way you avoid eye contact with Yoongi or even acknowledge Suran in the room right now. He just didn't want things to be awkward, especially if Suran is someone important to Yoongi which he himself isn't sure if Yoongi is dating her right now.

"Oh hi! Nice to meet you all. I'm sorry, I asked Yoongi to introduced me but you knew how he is, so I follow him here to get to know you guys as well! I hope we can be good friends!" Suran said, not noticing how the air between all 4 of you were different.

"Sure! Sure! Uh actually-"

"What's this talk about your birthday dinner?" Yoongi asked suddenly.

You didn't look at him, drinking your smoothie and staring at your shoes the whole time so you didn't have to talk. Hyelin wanted to say that he wasn't invited but once again, Hoseok let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh! I was just about to ask you, I'm having my birthday dinner party at the diner my parent arrange for! But I know you're quite busy sometimes Yoongs, so I don't mind if you can't come-"

"I'll go."

"Huh?"

"What?"

Hoseok and Hyelin stare at him with wide eyes. You were shocked as well, but hold yourself back from turning to him. "I'm going, I can't miss my best friend's birthday party."

Hoseok gaps for the 3rd time. "Really?? Yoongs! My buddy! Alright, alright! I can't believe it! I can't believe you're making time for my birthday party! This is gonna be the best birthday ever! Wohoo!"

Hyelin crosses her arm. Suran smile at the 2 and look at Yoongi as well. "Can I come? I mean.. I wanted to get to know you guys well.. seeing how important you all are to Yoongi," Suran asked with so much gentle and politeness in her voice.

Hyelin's face went from 'WTF' to 'How dare you ask such question' but Hoseok answers before she could even say any of her thoughts, "Sure! Of course.. uh.. you can come! If you didn't know the place, you can.. uh.. come with Yoongi? I don't know.. Ah!"

Hyelin pinches his arms and puckered her lips at your expression which is turning sour as the conversation begin to focus on your ex boyfriend and another girl. But Suran didn't notice this, thinking everything was cool between all of you and reach for Yoongi's arm, linking it with her casually.

"Sure! I'll come as Yoongi's plus one hehe," she giggles jokingly but her action made Hoseok and Hyelin uncomfortable as hell.

"Uh guys, I'll go first, my class is starting soon. See ya." you break the silence and get up, turning the other way so you don't have to see how another girl is being cozy with the guy your heart still belongs too.

Yoongi watch you walk away, your shoulder slump, a cloud on your head. "Y/N is such a quiet person isn't she? She looks nice," Suran told him but Yoongi let out a soft sigh.

Only he knew the truth about how you really are.

...

The day of the dinner came.

You wanted to tell Hyelin and Hoseok countless of times that you weren't going, but that would be immature of you, cause if you don't, that'll just make Yoongi's pride bigger since he would think that you're avoiding him because you're still in love with him.

Yes, you still do so what? Aish! Whatever!

So you decide that you're going cause you can't avoid them forever. Yoongi is still friends with Hoseok and Hoseok will forever be Hyelin's only boyfriend.

And here you are, sitting across Yoongi and Suran without your plus one Namjoon, looking like a loser. You did invite Namjoon, but he told you he had to look after the karaoke bar cause they don't have enough crew. You didn't want to force him, after all it would be petty of you to do that just because Yoongi's bringing Suran around.

You didn't look at him the whole evening, though you sit across each other. You were focusing on your food, without talking to anybody, even Hyelin. You though it would just be the 5 of you, but surprisingly, Zhoumi, that annoying senior who likes to bother Yoongi was also invited. Hoseok didn't invite him because he wants to, Hyelin told you that but it was because he overheard how Suran was so excited about the birthday party with Yoongi's friends so he decide to invite himself.

And Hoseok was too nice to drive him away.

"You had a nice circle of friend Prod. Suga! WOW! I like this atmosphere!" Zhoumi babbles annoyingly, sitting beside Yoongi. Yoongi grins softly. Hoseok and Hyelin looks very uncomfortable with him since they knew how you much you despise him.

"Thank Sunbaenim," Yoongi answers shortly.

You didn't know whether Yoongi was looking at you or not, but you didn't dare to look into his eyes let alone have a normal conversation with him. You wonder, does Suran knows about your past relationship with him? She looks so casual about everything. Maybe Yoongi didn't want to let her know since it would jeopardize their new relationship. Yeah, that must be it.

"So! It's time for the cake! Let's sing happy birthday to my wonderful baby! Thank you for being born! I love you so much Hobie babyyyy~!" Hyelin ease the tension, diverting it to the birthday boy.

You smile weakly, not noticing how Yoongi was giving you a slight glance.

"Thank you! Thank you so much guys, for being here! Jagi! I love you too!" Hoseok yelled, utterly happy with the environment. He was. You weren't.

When the ceremony was over, Hyelin cut the cake into small pieces and hand it out to everybody. You wanted to reach one of the plate but suddenly Yoongi reach for it first, quietly giving the plate of cake to you. You felt awkward, but then you saw him handing out the plate to Zhoumi and Suran as well.

Oh, it's just out of politeness you guess.

You didn't think much of it. So you begin to eat the cake in silence. That's when you hear Suran quirked, "this cake is so good! Mm! Yoongi, have some, here."

Suran put a spoonful of cake in Yoongi's mouth. Hyelin and Hoseok look at you while Zhoumi smirk, noticing how your expression turn bitter. Yoongi hates cake. He hates sweet stuff. But why did he eat that cake when it was Suran who force him to?

You hate yourself. Hate how Suran's existence keeps reminding you how Yoongi never want to do all that stuff with you before because he didn't love you. "Thanks, but that's enough. I'm full, thanks Suran."

You clenched your first, nails digging into your palm under the table. Hyelin and Hoseok look at each other guiltily. Then, the night gets much worst. When the main course arrive, you guys were really starving. You weren't a picky eater, but what you hate about the whole damn meal was that it consist of shrimp and perilla leaf.

Another flashback came into your mind.

"Yoongibear! If we were eating out together and there's a girl, let's say.. it's one of my friend wants you to peel a perilla leaf for them or ah! Shrimps! Would you do it??"

Yoongi look at you, putting his iced americano down. You waited with a smile, anticipating his answer.

"Why would I?"

That answer made your whole day. You look at him lovingly, "Really?? Wait, but why? Because you're scared that I might get jealous? hehe~"

Yoongi's eyebrow wrinkled. "No. Just think logically Y/N. If a girl at our age can't peel shrimp or perilla leaf by herself, doesn't that mean something's wrong with them? Anyhow, I don't think that person deserve to eat shrimps or perilla leaf if they're too lazy to peel it by themselves."

You hadn't expected that clever answer, but Yoongi was right. You weren't that upset at the time, but looking at how Suran was struggling with the perilla leaf and Yoongi picking it up for her, their chopstick collide against each other made you awfully weary.

"WoOoOoO! Is this another one of those perilla leaf to wedding love k-drama?! I like it! You guys are going to be the most awesome, powerhouse couple this year!!" Zhoumi's voice boomed throughout the whole diner.

"Excuse me, can you shut the fuck up? There's people in here.. SUN.BAE.NIM." Hyelin glared at him but Zhoumi shrug his shoulder, muttering 'I'm sorry' with a not so sorry face. Hyelin is really untactful, even if Zhoumi is feared and respected because he's a senior, she doesn't give a 2 fucks because she knows Zhoumi's toxic trait which to annoy you.

You never knew why, but Zhoumi had always hated your relationship with Yoongi. But Yoongi never knew that.. and he never had your back.. since he LOVES this toxic senior of him so much.

"What are you talking about Sunbaenim, Yoongi was just helping me out of politeness. Right Yoongi?" Suran nudged him, which Yoongi replied with a quiet hum.

You bit you cheek to the inside. How can he sit there and act so cool all the while breaking your heart?! Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck everybody!

Hyelin held your hands under the table. You look at her and gave her the 'I'm okay' look. You weren't actually. And Hyelin knew that but god, you just need to make it through the night. You resume eating, trying to peel some shrimp in your plate since you love it so much.

But out of nowhere, a milky hand placed a bunch of peeled shrimp in your plate.

You lift your head, finally gazing into Yoongi's eyes. He stares into yours with an unreadable look while muttering, "You take too long to peel one, just have the ones I peeled."

Everybody stares at the 2 of you. Even Hoseok and Hyelin, who was feeding each other pause in surprised. Your heart beats faster, not knowing why Yoongi did that even that you've broke up.

Sure, when he was still your boyfriend he did stuff like this and it made your heart flutters but not now. He didn't realize it, but Yoongi just made you feel worthless.

Is he looking down on you?

"Thanks, but no thank you. I rather peel MY shrimp by MY self," you said passively, putting the shrimps back in his plate. Yoongi stare at you quietly. There was like a storm brewing in you eyes. Like you want him but at the same time you don't.

Yoongi didn't push the matter further, but he remind you, "Well you better be quick, the place will be closed before you even get to eat your bowl of rice."

Zhoumi laugh out loud, thinking it was such a sarcastic joke while Suran joined in, laughing cluelessly. Hoseok and Hyelin bit their lips, noticing how you were close to crying but remind yourself you're not going to do that in front of him.

You have no appetite to eat anymore. But you force yourself in front of him. You're not weak! What? Just because he's no longer with you he can make fun of your feelings now? Fuck you Min Yoongi!

Hoseok and Hyelin felt so sorry towards you, because what should have been a day for the 3 of you to hang out, became the day you felt as if your feelings never mattered to Yoongi. You wanted to go home, but Suran and Hyelin begged you to stay for one more game before you left and you end up staying. What a stupid decision it was.

The next game were truth and dare and Zhoumi's question towards Yoongi were really just to add the cut in your heart. Yoongi chooses truth. And the question Zhoumi ask him were so outrageous he might go home with a blacked eye by Hyelin tonight.

"Are you seeing anyone right now Prod. Suga? And is she here?"

Hoseok grit his teeth nervously, while Hyelin look at you in pity. Yoongi smile to himself, a long pause on his lips, before confessing, "No, I'm not seeing anyone, but she's here."

Those confession made Suran blush furiously. You saw it with your own eyes. You felt like crying. Why is he so cruel? Must he say this in front of you?? You had just broke up less than 2 months ago! Yoongi is such a cold and heartless guy. You regret having to pour your whole heart out for him for 2 years! 2 Years!

"This game is getting boring, I'll step outside to get some fresh air," Yoongi announced after the shocking confession towards Suran. You stayed quiet at the table, realizing how your hands were trembling with heartbreak. Zhoumi giggle at your expression.

"I'm going to the ladies, be back in a hurry hehe," Suran excused herself, standing up and make her way towards the washroom.

It was just you, Hoseok, Hyelin and Zhoumi left. You 3 wanted to gossip so bad but Zhoumi was there, eating and not caring at all to what he just did.

"Did you just hear that guys? Yoongi's so into Suran now. Sorry about your relationship with him Y/N," Zhoumi fake an expression. Hyelin gaze at the toxic man with furious eyes. "Can you shut the fuck up?! You- if you weren't Yoongi's friend, I would have kicked your balls right this instance! Get out, get the fuck out! You are banned from ever going near us!!" Hyelin yelled, Hoseok trying to stop her from making a scene.

"No, he's right guys.." you said softly, feeling the energy draining you. Hyelin, Hoseok and Zhoumi look at you. "I- I'll go home first. Can you send my goodnight to Yoongi and Suran? Thanks guys, for tonight. Good night."

You pick up your purse and heard Hoseok and Hyelin yells for you to come back but when you step out, the scene in front of you immediately make you cry.

Yoongi was leaning his back again the wall of the diner, while Suran was leaning in to kiss him, cupping her delicate hands on his cheeks. Their lips were so close to each other when they notice you standing there, accidentally staring at the 2 of them. They stop and turn to you, your heart beating so fast in your chest, as if you had caught a forbidden love.

"Oh- I- I'm sorry," you said, shaking at the sigh and run the other way, tears already streaming down your cheek.

"Wait, Y/N! Wait!"

Yoongi let go of Suran's hand and chase after you from behind but it was dark and you were nowhere in sight. He raked his hair in frustration, kicking the small pebble in front of him.

"Dammit!!"

...

You arrive home a few hours after bawling your eyes out at the park near your apartment. It was 3 in the morning, but the tears and heartbreak wouldn't stop no matter what you did. You love him, you still love Yoongi. You wanted him, you wanted him to treat you just how did Suran, you want it all, you want to share your first kiss with him but he doesn't love you.. he DOESN'T LOVE YOU!

WHY?

Why.. just why.. you cried to yourself, wiping the tears with the sleeve of your trench coat.

After a long walk, you finally arrive at your apartment. You were sniffing when you found out a huge lump was sitting on the stairs to your doorstep. You took a step back when you notice it was Yoongi, tapping his legs anxiously.

When he heard your sniffing, Yoongi immediately turn his head towards your direction and stand up. In all his black outfit and black coat, just like that grim reaper from Goblin, he walks towards you in a hurry. You were expecting a scolding or whatsoever he wanted to say but he hugs you.

Min Yoongi, the cold tsundere is hugging you.

He felt so warm. You were utterly confused. What is happening? You shuffle to break out of the hug when you heard his voice on top of your head, "be still for a while, I miss you so much. You make me so worried Lee Y/N."

What? Misses you?

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? Are you ill? Or are you drunk? Let me go Yoongi, we're not together anymore! Making fun of my feeling! Do you think it's funny?! Go to your Suran- she must be waiting for you-"

"You date me when you want me, and break up with me when you don't want me. Don't you think I get to have a say in our relationship too?" Yoongi asked. You were confused. He didn't answer your accusation and instead say something that didn't make sense.

"What relationship Yoongi?? We're over! You- you, you don't love me! Just go! I don't want to see you! Let me- let me go!" you cried, overstimulated. You felt so weak, and Yoongi was so strong even if he has a frail body. He didn't let you out of the hug.

Didn't he hate you? Why did he wait for you and make you feel like a fool? Why gave you a fake hope when all he wants is to get out of this one sided relationship?

He was still wrapping his arms around your small body, lips close to your forehead. "Since when have I ever say that Y/N? Why do you always assume everything by yourself? And I admit, I am wrong as well. I know, I don't show my feelings much, but what? If I didn't show my feelings or say how much I love you, it doesn't mean that I don't feel anything. I'm just bad at expressing my love. I do love you. I love you so much Lee Y/N. Why do you break up with me and think it's ok to avoid me and made me think anxiously about you everyday since the break up huh?"

You stop trying to get out of his embrace, processing his words. "What? No, no, you don't get to come here and say all this stuff just because you felt sorry- because of how I saw you almost kiss Suran-"

Yoongi separate himself from you but still keep you close, cupping your tears strained cheeks with his cold hands. "You don't believe me? I could show you in another way."

Then he gave you your first kiss.

You had waited so long for this. You had waited so long for Yoongi to make the first move during your relationship but he never did. But now he finally did, in the most unexpected time span ever.

He felt nice. Like marshmallow and coffee and shrimps. The way he moves his lips on yours were so gentle and careful. You kiss him back, missing him with your whole existence.

You broke the kiss to get some air while Yoongi pants, wanting more of your sweet lips. You stare into his eyes and now that you look carefully, his always cold eyes show something. A longing, missing stare. He look into yours, before pouring the real things he kept in his heart.

"I wanted to tell you that day when you asked for the breakup about how you were wrong," he explains. "But you didn't try to listen, and rush out of the coffee shop in a hurry. I wanted to tell you.. that the relationship is never one sided, that I had always love you even though I didn't show it often. My Mom knows about you. I didn't tell anyone about you because why would I want nobody important to know? It's enough for me that my Mom, Hoseok and Hyelin were the only ones to know of how much I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else to look at you, or know anything about you because you're mine. I'm posessive of you."

His confession made your heart pumps louder, you eyes getting teary. Yoongi never said more than 10 sentences when he went out with you, especially embarrassing, cringy stuff like this. He held you close once again, and reach for your hands in his.

"Why do you think I went to the karaoke bar with Hoseok and Hyelin, knowing how much I hate noisy places? I just.. I just wanted to see you. I heard from the guys that you were close with that Namjoon guy from math club so I had to see it for myself. And I was disappointed when I found out how easy you moved on from our breakup. Does 2 years meant nothing to you at all?" he ask which you found ridiculous.

"Of course it matters! And Namjoon's just a friend.. but you! You and Suran! You were the one who seems to have moved on from me! You were always with her, so I though.. it must be true! That you- that you never love me! You show so much expression when you're with her than the 2 years with me.. what was I suppose to think Yoongi?" you sniffed harder, Yoongi looking at you guiltily.

"You- you never ate cakes before but you did with her! You- you even peeled her perilla leaf! I- I hate it! I hate the way you smile gummily when she says something! You never did that with me! And tonight, what? You confess that you weren't seeing anybody but the girl you love is there with us. I know it's Suran-"

Yoongi chuckle at you, "Baby it's you."

You look at him under your teary eyes. "What?"

"I was talking about you, Y/N." Yoongi take your hand and kisses it, caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for sending mixed signal. Ah- have I known my girl is this jealous and insecure, I wouldn't have been friends with people the opposite gender. I didn't eat the cake you made because I can't eat sweets, not because I don't want to. I never told anyone this.. but sugar makes me dizzy, and I don't want to look weak in front of my girl. Like right now, I'm still dizzy from the cake Suran forced me to eat, but I wanted to be seen as a man in front of you. I'm so sorry that it seems like I didn't appreciate the cake you made for me baby," he told you, his voice soft and careful.

He kisses each one of your finger, his display of affection made you shocked. Is this the Yoongi you had always know? Had he always been this.. loving?

"Suran was struggling with the perilla leaf, and it didn't matter much to me because she was my friend and if Zhoumi saw me not helping her, he would made up some rumors so the seniors won't let me use the studio anymore. I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry baby. I have hurt your heart so much before, especially tonight. At least I get to peel the shrimps for you, I know how much you love it although in the end you turn down my handwork," Yoongi adds, smiling sadly at the earlier event.

You stare at him, seeing how he try to rubbed your hand and warm you from the cold.

"What about the kiss? Why did you try to kiss Suran earlier? You say you were thinking about me the whole time but what was that all about??" you ask him jealously. Yoongi put a strand of hair behind your ear and held your right cheeks.

"She confesses about how much she likes me and after that, attempt to kiss me but I told her that I'm still in love with you. Of course, Suran doesn't know about us before so I told her everything after you ran away from us. She felt so guilty, she also tried to look for you earlier but I told her to go home. Oh baby, you make me so worried you know that? What would I do if something ever happens to you huh?? I would probably never love again."

That was so romantic. You can't help but feel those fluttering in your stomach because you weren't used to Yoongi's sweet words.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I really am. I'm sorry that for the past 2 years, I had made you feel that this relationship is one sided because of my indifference. I'm sorry that I never tell you how I truly felt about you. I'm sorry that I'm not showy about us. Please know that it never was, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding I had cause all these while.." he explain, apologizing for the 1st time.

"I'm not good with words, I'm not good at playing the boyfriend material role like Hoseok did. I'm not good at planning dates, or telling funny jokes but I promise you, I will protect you with my life. I'm sorry that I never tell you of how much I love you, because I though you already know that even if I didn't say it," he adds, his heartful confession made you pouts sadly.

You reach for his face, staring into his eyes.

"Yoongibear.. I wanted you to know, that it's ok to say that you love me sometimes. It's ok if you can't be like Hoseok 100%. I wanted you to be you, not like any other guy. That's why I choose you. I think of you Yoongi. I always did. I still did. I just.. I needed you to assure me, even just for once in a lifetime, that you also feel the same. I always though that you regret having to be agreed my boyfriend-"

"How can I regret you when I know that I can't forget you hmm? I agree to be your boyfriend because I want to, and I love you or else I would have never agree to it in the 1st place baby," he informed you, smiling at you lovingly.

You can feel more tears of happiness trying to spill but Yoongi immediately wipe them with his thumbs, pressing your head to his chest.

"Don't cry, please. I hate it when I made you cry. Especially that night when you asked for the breakup. I know you cried on your way back, that's why you rushed out. I followed you home after that."

You paused. "Really..? What.. why would you do that?"

Yoongi smile to himself. Maybe it's time for him to reveal everything if he ever wants you back. "Y/N.. I followed you back every night just to make sure you get home safe. Even that you never notice it."

You wipe your tears and finally give in to him, hugging his waist. "I love you so much Yoongi. You cold, heartless guy. I went through a lot because of you-"

"Would you be my girlfriend again Lee Y/N?"

His question made you grin to himself. You paused, purposely making him anxious. "I don't know.. would you want to be my boyfriend again? I'm a jealous, petty girl-"

"Shut up before I kiss you," he jokes lightly, earning a giggle from you. Both of you finally clear the misunderstanding that had been bothering you for a long time. Now , you're going to start anew with Yoongi. Your Yoongi.

"Oh, before I forget, wear this," he said, slipping the couple ring you return to him on your finger. You gasps, "You still have it? But you never wear yours!"

Yoongi kisses your forehead. "See? You never notice it didn't you? I wear it on my neck baby. I lost it once and couldn't sleep when my Mom found it at the sink, I must have left there while washing the dishes. I didn't wear it on my finger because I didn't want to lose the precious item I share with my sweet, clingy girl, not because I'm ashamed of you."

You punch his chest gently while Yoongi run his finger through your hair. You and him have never felt so close and so loved towards each other before and this night, everything fits perfectly again.

"Yoongibear.." you called for him cutely.

Yoongi turn to you, humming. "Would you.." you paused and smiled at him like a fox.

"-Like to come in and eat some ramyeon?"

Yoongi was so calm. He let out a soft smile, while you wait for his answer. "I don't like ramyeon, so no thank you."

You let out a huff and stomp your feet, "Ah! That's not what I meant!"

He chuckle at your cute gesture. Tilting his head to the side, he replied, "You'd be pretty flustered if I actually played along baby."

Your face went red. Woah. So he does know what it means. You love what Yoongi and you had now. He is finally opening up to you slowly. "Hehe, I though you didn't know what it means. I'm just joking," you told him again.

He stares at you with a grin. "Baby, wanna know a fun fact?"

"Erm, what is it?" you quickly nods, happy that he's finally starting to drag the conversation. Yoongi played with your hair.

"When we have kids, they could go around telling people they were prod. by Suga."

You laugh at this and the both of you know, you would be laughing the whole night.

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╰┈➤ synopsis — Min Yoongi is a man of duality. Familiar with the sugary sweet side, you can’t help but be shocked at what hides behind closed doors.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!suga x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.5k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, … DETAILED murder, gore, violence, strong language, yandere behavior, angst

Everything about Yoongi is sugary sweet. From head to toe, Min Yoongi is the sun of your universe. Every action and every gesture proves that he’s the world’s best boyfriend.

You two have been dating for just over 2 years now, and it’s nothing short of perfection. At the beginning of your relationship, Yoongi could be mistaken as cold and uncaring; but his shy and thoughtful feelings are what brought you two together. It took some time for you both to become familiar with each other. Yet, Yoongi was determined in his attempts to get to know you. A rough relationship, still fresh and sensitive, bloomed into one of trust and time. Each touch that whispers against your skin says, “I know you, I understand you, I love you.” What Yoongi can't convey with the words that tongue-tie him, he settles to portray in his body language.

His hands always feel so solid from the way they sink into your skin, assuring you of his presence and affection for you. Candy-coated words slide down your throat while he kisses you, mumbling confessions between breaths; “God, I’m so in love with you,” a breathless kiss in between, “I’d do anything for you.” No word he speaks is dishonest and each letter weighs with the seriousness of his admission. His eyes blind you in a heated red with how much fire burns beneath them. Burnt brown eyes, almost burdensome, frequently border on urgent. As if no matter how many times he says the words, it’ll never be enough for you to understand his devotion to you.

Yoongi is loyal, kind, sweet, and everything else in between. You have no doubt that Yoongi will always continue to remain a constant comfort in your life. Although, no matter what way your brain has interpreted his presence, everyone else seems to think otherwise.

Regardless of who you cross paths with, friends, family, or foe, they plant seeds of doubt into your pretty little head. These troubling thoughts fester with wicked intentions and ideas. In Yoongi’s words, “The filth these people spit at you are just lies. Twisting themselves into your opinions and trying to cut me out. They’re just jealous. Don’t talk about them again.” When Yoongi speaks about the people that spill the blood that corrupts your mind, his face turns sour and his eyes shadow dark slits. This harsh look has played on your mind enough for you to stop bringing up the subject completely.

Yet these off comments and anxious looks continue to devour your mind. Whispers pick up in the wind about how Yoongi is a liar. They talk about the dead eyes that contradict the expressive cat-like ones that follow your motions. His heavy hands on your hips don’t match up to the tight grip he takes to the back of your friend’s necks. A warning, or a friendly gesture; you and those around you seem to have two very different ways of deciphering the deeper design of Yoongi’s actions.

Today you felt like you were living life in a maze. Chasing demands from not only your boss, but Yoongi too. You spent the day running around the city until the sun set.

You vividly remember how this morning had gone. Walking in through the elevator, shots of minimalistic grey meet your eye. Stale flowers and sweet perfume waft into the wind. You can’t help but feel small in the presence of such expensive luxury. Girls and guys decorated like dolls in diamonds. Even the blood on their hands shines like rubies. A strike upon the back of your head interrupts your staring.

“What are you doing standing there doing nothing? I’ve got things for you to do.”

You’ve run yourself down running around like a headless chicken. Searching across town for the products and tasks you’ve been sent to complete. Vain efforts that are impractical and impossible.

Once the hand hits 5 and your work is done for the day, Yoongi had texted you asking a few favours. No matter how drained you were, you could never refuse a request from him. You dragged your drowsy self into the driver’s seat and prayed the time would go by fast.

It did not. It seemed as if Yoongi was persistent that you stay running into endless walls and dead-ends. Too many things out of stock, nonexistent, or a million miles away. The stars start to shine in the sky, mirroring the way your eyes glisten with galaxies of exhaustion.

The drive home is a blue blur. Your head mixes up time with tiredness, and your sore eyes paint watercolour tears over your surroundings. This bleary fog blinds you, and once it lifts the slightest bit, you find yourself standing at the front door.

When you walk through the door, you wish you hadn’t. Yoongi’s kneeled over someone, it would look intimate if it wasn’t for the muffled screams and rageful roars that harmonize in the air. He’s shouting at her, choking and stumbling through laughter that never seizes. She’s trying to scream, but his hand holds a rag that’s shoved halfway down her throat. A dirted knife is held in his other.

You can barely recognize the women beneath her own blood and carnage, but you manage. You’re able to distinguish the bleached blonde hair that he rips from her scalp. The array of hair sprawled out around the two bodies guides your eyes to the bejeweled earrings you set your sights upon only hours earlier. This gore has glossed over the diamonds, leaving them dull and lifeless.

You remember the face that matched the gems, young and confident. That pearly white smile that once had you feeling envious has been knocked off her cocky grin. You’re able to pinpoint her place above you. Her, the idolized icon and you as her dirty dog.

She’s your manager, or maybe she won’t be when Yoongi’s finished with her. She adopted you to be her pet. A plaything to possess in her position of power. Always replaceable and inevitably desperate, you played along with her game to keep your job. It paid well and the benefits were more than anyone could ever hope for. In a game of pain and promise, you chose the former in order to receive the latter. This tiresome torture laid an ache in your heart, yet Yoongi was there to stitch back the pieces. Giving yourself up to be teased and toyed with by a tyrant allowed you to have a peaceful life with Yoongi, separate from the harm.

Yet sometimes, in the blue afternoon when the world is set to silence, the stinging sadness slips through the cracks. You’ve never been good at keeping things hidden from Yoongi, and you’d like to assume the same for him too. You strained your sore throat through the crying and told Yoongi about everything that happens daily at work. Her taunts that leave you tense and the impossible tasks she’d give only to punish you after you failed to complete them.

Your rampant rant had left you tired and you leaned up against his chest. The only sound that made sense in your mind was the rushing red flowing through his heart. A serene song that serenades you to sleep. You counted the beats as you drifted off into dreamland. 1, a heart that keeps Yoongi alive. 2, a heartbeat that means he’s here. 3, a heartache that tears him apart.

You couldn’t see it then, off in euphoria while Yoongi laid wide awake. But a bloodshot look with black pupils bled misery down his features. Hot and steady, sorrow fell off his face and the teardrops kissed your skin. Yoongi’s head and heart had been set ablaze into a state of chaos. Hot fury and cold desperation confused him. He’s angry and sad all at once. Although, much like any other time, his rage outweighed the anguish and fiery eyes ignited.

This was 3 days ago. Yet now you stand amidst an annihilation. The bloodbath soaks every surface of your home. Lost pieces of hair, skin, and claret carnage find their way upon tabletops and splattered across the walls. The sight steals your breath, making you a mute statue in this red revelation. After minutes of struggling with a swollen tongue and stolen speech, you squeak out his name in surprise.

“Yo-Yoongi,” the words leave your lips tainted in tragedy. You can barely make out a single syllable from the flood of nausea that rushes through you. You sound so betrayed, it sends a hot hell-fire burning through Yoongi. The knife clatters to the floor when he whips his head up to face you.

“Y/n!” His gasp is laced with feverish panic that leaves his heart racing. Liquid white agony tangles itself through his veins.

Once Yoongi directs all his attention to this distraction, the victim on the ground struggles against the dark burden of death. Her shrill scream pierces the silence as she whips her head back and forth in hysteria. Her own mindless panic causes her to smack her head against the wooden floorboards 10 times over. Blood sprays every which way as she mindlessly flails her lost limbs. It’s pathetic to watch her squirm under the inevitable circumstances. Severed stumps replace what was once her arms. Her legs fare no better; mutilated beyond repair, the joints cause their appendages to stick up in an unflattering way.

The girl’s ear splitting shrieks muddled together with her own blood continue on without stopping. The inhumane noises are both maddening and horrifying to two different people.

Yoongi feels his irritation rise to a breaking point. The fucked up bitch lying desperate on the floor is trying to ruin his chances of explanation.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He roughly grabs her head and bashes it into the floor until she stops screaming. She’s left a mangled mess upon the ground. Skin slit in every direction, and cuts ripped apart from the force of his anger. Brain matter spills out the back of her dented cranium. Her whole body twitches before falling into a limp pile amongst the bloodshed.

Yoongi stands back up from his place knelt over her corpse. He frantically attempts to wipe off the scarlet sins that stain his hands. With a wild fever, Yoongi rubs his hands raw onto his pants and shakes his head in stress. You can see the way the stress sinks into his eyes as well, red-rimmed and tearing up as they stare into you.

“Y/n, y/n please. Please listen.” Each word is slurred together from the tears and terror that take hold of him. He rushes toward you in desperation and you watch as his eyes widen when you step back. “Please, this doesn’t mean anything. I still love you, I LOVE YOU!” His hopelessness destroys his composure as he begins yelling in order to get his message across. Seeing you flinch and fail to hide the fear in your watery eyes leads Yoongi to take a different approach. “I love you, I love you. This is just proving how much you mean to me.” He’s reached you now. Standing six inches away and tugging your figure to fall into him. “I’d do anything for you.” He mumbles his declaration in a low tone. He matches your misty eyes and stares into you.

He holds half your weight, keeping your knees from giving in and dropping you downwards. He keeps you pushed gently against the wall and pressed into his chest. His hands keep your head cradled gently as he moves to hug you close.

He lays kisses along your jawline and makes his way up, hoping that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to subdue the sadness. He’s counting the crystals as they fall and making sure they don’t double.

Yoongi hates seeing you cry. His hands shake along with yours as the remorse for his actions flows through him. Although don’t be mistaken, his repentance should not be confused with regret. No, Yoongi doesn’t regret killing that filthy bitch at all. Pride swells in his chest and he chokes back a smile from reminiscing on her screams. Yoongi instead is regretful of not being more careful. He should’ve hidden this better. Shouldn’t have gotten caught up in the rush and been careless with his decisions. He wishes you never would’ve seen that.

Your tears leave tracks in the bloodshed he’s spilled upon you. Your cries have been shushed into small sniffles, but you feel all the same. Shock has taken over your limbs, leaving them heavy for him to carry. All thoughts have been blown out of your head at the drop of this bombshell.

What were once lipstick marks are now bloodstains. He continues to kiss the pain away. Dragging his lips slowly up your neck and back down lower. These ruby smudges leave raised marks when his caressing begins to hold back an anger. If you could get your mouth to mutter easy words, then you would tell him that his lips sting. His kisses feel like bleach to bare skin. The trails he traces down your body leave shadows of his sins. Each peck he places on your pink cheeks holds the memories of the shouts he yelled only moments prior.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” His husky whisper is placed at the base of your jaw. He pulls himself away far enough to look in your eyes. Your foreheads almost touching and your warm breath being shared between you. When you don’t resist he places a final kiss to your lips before steadying you against him once more.

He’s patient and careful in the way he puppeteers your movements. Taking control of each limb as if it’s his own. He towers over you with the way he holds you. Your feet placed atop his, he walks you two, slow and steady, to the bedroom. Placing you down on the bed, he keeps you safe with your head nestled into his neck. He kisses the top of your head and lingers. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, he asks a question that only stills in the quiet.

“Good?” There’s no response. He bends down a tad bit further to try and look into your drowsy eyes. Your head hung so heavy against his collarbone only lets him move so far. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” He takes off your top, moving to your pants, and then follows with your underwear. Empathetic emotions sway his movements as every action is taken bit-by-bit. Taking your body’s behavior as a guiding force on what causes your anxiety to jump. Strong, sharp movements cause you to recoil and a voice that resembles even a hint of a shout or gravely tone sends shivers up your spine. Your goosebumps travel across Yoongi’s skin too.

Now you’re left bare and sensitive under his skin. Yoongi works to avoid your empty eyes. Instead, he makes sure to support your vulnerable soul. You’ll remain in his arms where he’ll keep you warm and safe. He clings to your fading existence as he takes you into the bathroom. He holds a patient pace, wary of the wind that might steal away more pieces of you.

He tears his clothes off in a blur, focused on attending to you. Sitting you on the edge of the bathtub, he reaches over to turn on the shower. Each minute is counted in Yoongi’s head as he waits for the water to warm up. One hand extended out to feel the heat, and the other rested on the crown of your head. You rest against his stomach, forehead sticking to his stress induced sweat. So limpid and lazy, you don’t even take the chance to outstretch yourself and grasp onto him. His waist is cold without your arms wrapped around it. Your brittle breath against his belly-button only startles the man instead of teasing a lustful heat that such a position would usually bring. You just lay like a dead doll against him. So silent and still you can almost hear the snakes that stir up a storm in his stomach.

When the water is a tender temperature, Yoongi picks you up from the meat of your thighs and slides you two into the steam. You stay standing under the water for a while; waiting and watching as time continues its cascade. Yoongi tries to take away all the blood smeared across both of you. Slender hands slide across your skin, rubbing at the red until it washes away.

His actions soon become more aimless as he grows selfishly desperate to feel your soul. His hands laid heavy upon your hips. His grip tightens and he places meaningless pecks anywhere he can find. His fingernails press a little too deep into your pink flesh, yet there’s no reaction to the pain. His hands work in a flurry to fist any piece of skin he can latch onto. Your wet bodies are so close you’re on the verge of blurring into one. So close, yet Yoongi still can’t feel you. There’s no life beneath his fingertips.

Your despondency startles him. Usually your energetic nature is what he relies on most. A permanent piece of his life that never changes and never falters. Just looking at you now, feeling the cold statue in his arms, he wants to cut himself to shreds attempting to bleed out this displeasure. Even if it is his own doing, he’ll make sure he’s also the one to fix you.

Yoongi starts by shifting you both so you can sit in the base of the bathtub. He reaches to the shelf above your head and grabs the shampoo. His hands work their way through your hair. He detangles the knots from both your curls, and hopefully your mind. Yoongi has always been so meticulous in everything he does. He takes long, languid movements to assure no soap gets in your eyes. And when a droplet slips past his grasp, he’ll kiss away the escapee while grimacing at the suds his tongue tastes.

His caring efforts are used to calm himself just as much as they are meant for you. He’s trying to distract himself from his uneven breathing that edges the line of a mental breakdown. His rasping continues as he now reaches for the second bottle above you.

Once again, Yoongi works to lather the conditioner in his hands before smoothing it through your hair. He’s petting you how someone would comfort a dog, or console a crying child. Each easy touch he makes in order to not startle you any further. When he grabs the soap, he’s diligent with his motions. Efficient at scrubbing you clean, but tender in the way he maneuvers you.

An hour washes itself down the drain. The water has run cold and the stream has cooled away. Yoongi takes your hands and wraps them around his neck before picking you up. He places you on the bathmat and reaches to grab a towel. You're patted dry before being wrapped in the dirty towel. Lifted up again, the man in front of you takes another dry towel off the rack. Yoongi is shaking from the frigid temperature that creeps around him. This feeling could be the least of his worries and he only pays attention to scaring away the icy droplets from your hair. He smooths your hair in one stroke with the towel then follows up by softening your strands with a brush. This two step process continues until Yoongi has been completely air-dried by the bitter cold. Random but repeated chills bite along his bare back and stir up shivers.

Atrophy sets in when Yoongi begins to dress you. You're shock-still and there are no signs of it stopping. Unstirring and motionless, set to fall unless Yoongi was there to hold you. It’s significantly more difficult to dress you, so Yoongi only settles for underwear and one of his shirts. He decides to only wear boxers, opting to show you the most humane and vulnerable parts of himself. He leaves himself defenseless, ready to accept anything you give him. You’re pulled and pushed until you settle into the sheets. Both Yoongi and the bed wrap around you. Clinging to every empty space of you, they work to make you warm and soft for sleep.

Yoongi pushes himself closer against you and tugs at the covers to bring them up higher. His bitten lips lay resting on the nape of your neck. He navigates his hands through the blankets to find your own. He noses the back of your neck and wishes pretty pleas for you to wake up like none of this ever happened

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” His melody of the sincerest apologies sings you to sleep. His hymn echoes off the shadowed walls of the bedroom and settles into background noise. The soft words vibrate against your back, almost resembling a purr. Saccharine sorrys and repeats of “Don’t be afraid, I’d never hurt you,” are mumbled until Yoongi loses his voice. His sore throat stings with a metallic taste.

Feverish determination ends up sedating his sorrows. He’ll guide you into his good graces once again. He’s patient and gentle. As time tumbles onwards, he’ll be the best boyfriend once again, because everything about Yoongi is sugary sweet.

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yellow. (5)

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (ot7)

summary: It's finally happened, you're living your dream. You've landed the job of your wildest fantasies, doing it beside someone who means a hell of a lot to you. It's only been a few months, but it's been pretty easy to settle into this way of life- the constant on the go, the always working, the barely sleeping. Your relationship has been flourishing as well, you and Yoongi working together better than ever... It seems, until now.

words: 6k

warnings: none for this part, still 18+ for nsfw occasional themes, if i missed anything please let me know!

a/n: I have been meaning to post this for a while. It's finally here! Another addition to Yellow, my beloved. Enjoy!! x <3

~ sometime in january, 2016 ~

Adjusting your hair, pulling it back tighter to keep it out of your face, you slap a hand on one of the sheets of photo paper in front of you, furrowing your brows. Giving the men around you a cold glance, you pull your legs up into the folding chair and laugh in distaste, a sound that has half of them writhing in discomfort, afraid they’ve struck a nerve.

“If… If we can’t work something out, we’re going to have to move on from the concept,” a man with straight dark hair says with caution. Flickering your eyes over to him, you frown.

“Move on from the concept? I’m the best one you’ve got,” you spat, “I mean, are you kidding?” Reaching over your knees you fumble with a couple of the sheets, holding one up for the group around you to see.

“Choi’s concept is…” the man directed his attention back and forth from the sheet you held up, to you. As his voice trails off, you shake the photo, rolling your eyes.

“Predictable?” you offer, raising your brows, “Conventional? Ordinary? Done before?”

“Well, I- I- I mean…”

“You- You- You mean, what?” you don’t mean to tease, in fact that’s the last thing you wanted to do to these men, but this wasn’t the first time they turned down your work.

Just because you were a twenty-two year old female sitting in front of them, dressed in your boyfriend's hoodie with your hair twisted into a knot, didn’t give them the right to set you aside like they did with most women.

“We’ve been working with Choi for a long time, he’s the best in the business, we can’t exactly drop him from the project.” Without a change to his expression, the man sits forward, placing his elbows on the table that separated you.

The door to the conference room swings open and slams shut behind whoever walked in, catching the attention of some of the men surrounding you. You remain laser focused, determined to win this time.

“I’m not asking you to drop Choi, I love the dude, but look at my sketches compared to whatever the hell he’s scrambled together.” Shuffling the papers around, you place two of them side by side so the man can do a comparison, narrowing his eyes as he studies the photographs.

“Hey, Suga,” is mumbled from a few of the guys beside and behind you, making you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily. Your heart sinks into your stomach.

The man across from you takes a peek at the commotion, checking Yoongi out, who you haven’t seen yet, then finds you haven’t moved. You’re still attentive, game face on, ready to pounce.

“These are…” the man speaks slowly, gesturing to your photos with a hopeful nod of his head, “Great.”

Sighing heavily, groaning audibly, you say, “Great? They’re more than great, they’re better than Choi wanting them to dance in a ring of fire! Looking like a bunch of satanists…”

“Satanists?” Yoongi says with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your shoulders that you shrug away in an instant. You still haven’t turned to greet him. Pulling back, he narrows his eyes, stepping to the side of your chair.

“Hello, Mr. Min,” the man says with a subtle smile.

“Mr. Bang Si-Hyuk,” Yoongi says, totally flat, coming across as sarcastic as anything. He touches your shoulder with a finger, dragging it down your arm that was stretched out on the table. “Hi,” his voice is gentle when he speaks to you.

“Hi,” you answer, not as kindly, keeping your eyes pointed on your ‘boss’. Yoongi shifts his gaze to the photos littering the table and smiles.

“It’s insanity, right? Incredible,” he looks at Bang in disbelief, “She listens to the song once, and comes up with… all of this.”

“It’s… something,” Bang widens his eyes for half of a second. Turning your hand into a fist, you slam it on the table, the aftershock shaking the glasses and pens that were scattered about.

“It’s everything BTS is,” you defend, cocking your head to the side, “You have to keep this storyline going, you cannot have this one video be out of place, do you see the way Army theorizes everything?” Yoongi’s gaze is locked onto you, watching in awe as you speak with a passion he’s only seen in private. “You use Choi’s concept, the entire thing goes out of whack, you hear me?”

“What’s his concept?” Yoongi asks, shifting his glance from you to his boss. Waving his question away with your hand, you ignore him and enhance your glare to Bang.

“Fire isn’t a part of the timeline,” the old man presses his lips into a thin line and sighs, debunking your proposal. Gulping, you feel your hands clam up.

“Does it matter?” you question.

“You just said it does,” Bang says, making you sigh.

“I think she means-” Yoongi begins, but doesn’t get the chance to finish before you’re firing back at Bang.

“The story, the theme, whatever! It’s critical to stay on point with these kinds of things, Army cares. I promise you,” you’re starting to speak with your hands, feeling the anger boil up within you, “They’re gonna talk about it, discuss it more, give it attention.”

“She’s right, and if-”

“Can you please, just go,” you snap, whipping your head to the right to finally look up at Yoongi and his mint green hair. His lips part as if to say something. Instead, he closes them firmly, pouts them, nods once averting his eyes from your own, and sees himself out of the conference room with a frustrated sigh.

Once the door is shut, and it’s just you and the ominous group of men that never failed to rattle your bones, Bang chuckles, toying with the corners of the photo paper. Raising an eyebrow to question him, he bobs his head.

“Trouble in paradise?” he teases, which felt incredibly odd considering he was the man who made you sign the NDA months ago.

Narrowing your eyes, you respond with confidence, “The state in which my paradise resides is of no concern to you. I’m here to discuss you taking on my concept for Fire. It’s completely original, it screams Bangtan, and it keeps your seven sexy little dancing boys relevant,” Bang eyes you curiously, making you smirk, “Take it, or flop.”

Pushing the heavy doors to the conference room open with haste, you leave the team behind, stepping out into the hallway. Leaning on the wall opposite the doors with his arms folded stood Yoongi, waiting patiently for the meeting to be over. As soon as the doors swung open he looked at you with wide, nervous eyes.

Clamping your folders of photos and sketches under your arm, you hold up your other hand in front of him. Pushing off the wall with his foot, Yoongi hesitates, but then slaps your hand in a high five before the two of you break out into smiles. Tangling your fingers together, the two of you start down the long hall for the elevator at the end.

“Guess it worked?” Yoongi asks, gazing at you as you walk.

“It worked,” you say, defeated, “The man cares more about our relationship than my art,” you roll your eyes, “But, distracting him and acting like a bitch was enough to make him believe that I can do this.”

Coming to a pause in front of the silver metal doors, Yoongi keeps quiet as team members pass by, giving you a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the back of his hand. Shrugging to tell you he was fine, Yoongi winces, breaking the hold he has on your fingers to grip his left shoulder.

“My god,” he mutters, rolling it slowly a couple of times. Watching him work out the kink, you press the button on the wall to call the elevator, and shake your head.

“You’re working too hard,” you say softly, with a small smile. Yoongi tries to smile back, but groans in pain, tightening his grip on himself. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, nudging you into the opening elevator doors with his elbow.

Stepping in backward, you keep your gaze on your boyfriend with worry. As the doors closed, the two of you leaned on the wall opposite of them after Yoongi pressed the floor for the studio’s. Taking his place beside you, your eyes take in his bare face that was focused on the changing floor numbers, and drag them down to his left shoulder covered by his t-shirt.

“Staring at it is not going to do anything,” Yoongi laughs, focused forward.

“I know,” you say quietly, lowering your brows in question, “D, it’s always this shoulder, maybe you should get it checked out.” Watching him gulp, and completely avoid your comment, he turns to you and presses a swift kiss to your lips, smiling when he pulls away.

“Been waiting all day to do that,” he whispers, “Ever since you started working, it’s like I can’t catch a moment with you.”

“You’re one to talk,” you smize, “Home schedule is busier than a tour schedule… And I don’t know if I’d call this working.” Seeing you frown, he copies you.

“What’s been going on, I’ve been seeing this look for a few days now,” he says, “Do I need to talk to Si-Hyuk, because I will.”

Laughing under your breath you glance up to the numbers that beeped with each change, shaking your head. Yoongi’s frown deepens, his eyebrows turning inward.

“You shouldn’t have to,” you mumble, feeling a tad defeated, “For once in my life I know what I’m talking about, I know what I’m doing… and none of them take me seriously,” looking over to him, his anger fueled gaze makes you pout, “They only want to listen when it comes to you.”

“That’s really unfair,” Yoongi says. Glancing to his lips momentarily, you take a deep breath.

“I expected it,” you admit to his surprise, “I know,” you chuckle when his eyes widen, “I’m a female in the music industry, we never have it easy.”

“I should stay out of… everything,” Yoongi says, nodding his head, “No more coming to meetings, no more scripted midway entrances.”

The elevator doors push open to a floor that is bustling with life. Music can be heard from some of the rooms already, Yoongi gripping your hand and ushering you out of the metal box when a certain tune is recognizable.

“You don’t have to stay out of it,” you mumble, clinging to his side, “Just… Take a step back, maybe.”

Yoongi comes to an abrupt stop, nearly taking out a man carrying a couple of books. Pushing you toward the wall, he brings his face closer to yours, pecking the tip of your nose with a gentle kiss.

His voice is soft, yet directed with a strictness as he says, “First of all, anything for you. I’ll do anything you say.”

Popping your brows you whisper, “Well, I know that,” and flicker your eyes to his lips.

“Stop,” he smirks, “I’m about to go dance, don't do that to me, I’m already late.”

With a fake pout, poking out your bottom lip, your eyes travel to his shoulder that your fingers started to caress.

“Second of all,” Yoongi drops his tone lower, “Don’t let the old men in our company get to you. I heard JYP is poking around the industry, dying to discover who the ‘ghost director’ of Run is.”

Your lips part as a warmth erupts in your heart. A small, comforting feeling that mixes with a proudness for your work. JYP Entertainment was a huge company, responsible for some big names in the K-Pop world. Sure it’s only been a couple of months since you’ve gotten acquainted with this side of life, but being immersed in it nearly 24/7 made it easy to catch up.

Yoongi smiles, “JYP,” He repeats.

“They just debuted an adorable little girl group,” you whisper, “Twice?” you question, “I’ll have to look it up again.”

“You gonna leave us?” Yoongi’s smile grows as he presses his forehead on yours, teasing you with his words. Averting your eyes for a moment, acting like you were considering it makes him toss his head back with a laugh.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he says, looking down at you. Closing the gap, you press a fervent kiss to his lips.

“Could never leave you,” you whisper.

“Yoongi!” is called from a door down the hall. Both of you snap out of your private moment to look toward the noise, finding a staff member holding his arms out to the side with impatience. A groan escapes your boyfriend as he nods his head.

“I’m right behind you.” Giving his arm a squeeze, you smile.

“How long are you staying?” he asks with hope, eyebrows turning inward.

“As long as you need,” you whisper, then gesture to the man waiting in the doorway, “Go.”

Following Yoongi into the studio after a couple of minutes, you close the door expertly quietly to not disturb the seven working boys reviewing their choreography. Greeting a few members of the staff with a wave and a smile, you tiptoe to a corner and plop down to the floor, fanning your work and folders in front of you.

Flipping one open to the music video concept that was almost completely denied a little bit ago, you sigh and drag a finger across the pastel blue colors you worked hard to create. Every detail in every photo oozed Bangtan energy, it would’ve been a sin if it wasn’t approved.

Lifting the paper, you hold it up next to the boys, closing one eye so they are both in focus. Many feet in front of you, as your eye flickers from the photo to the dancing boys, you spy Jungkook sneaking glances your way.

Once he’s caught, he flashes you the cheesiest smile and waves discreetly, making you giggle. From his side he motions with his finger for you to flip the paper around, and when you do he pretends to gasp.

“For us?” he says totally inaudible, only his lips moving for you to figure out what he’s said. Bobbing your head happily, he tosses his chestnut hair backward and laughs aloud with glee, catching the attention of Hoseok who was the one reviewing the dance steps.

“Ah, Jungkookie,” Yoongi teases, glaring at the youngest in the mirror with a grin. Wiping the smile from his cheeks, Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he looks at Hobi with fear.

“Hush,” Hoseok waves at Yoongi, “He’s been here for an hour, you just got here,” pressing your lips together, you feel your face flush, “Take a break, JK.”

“Me too?” Taehyung asks, rocking his hips side to side, “I’ve had to pee for a half hour.” Hoseok sends both boys away with a few nods.

Clapping his hands together once, Jungkook releases a happy sigh and skips over to where you sat on the hardwood, flopping right down beside you, brushing elbows. Taehyung hurries behind him, but instead of greeting you, he gives you a charming little wink before he slips into the hall.

“Hi,” Jungkook whispers, leaning into you to bump your shoulders together, “What do you have?”

“Hi, Kookie,” you tap his knee with your fist, then glance up to Yoongi who was watching the two of you with a soft smile, “This is…” you trail off, reaching forward to separate more photos to show him, “...what the Fire music video is going to look like,” you say with pride.

Jungkook’s already big eyes grow three sizes. Leaning forward he takes one of the photographs and brings it closer to his face, analyzing the details. The boy really needed a pair of glasses.

“This is… Insane,” he says, glancing at you twice, “I like how the colors resemble Run.”

Pressing your lips together, you smile.

The staff could spew whatever nonsense about your work they wanted. If Jungkook was going to adore it like this everytime, the fight was worth it.

“Does this mean they fired the other guy?” he asks, lowering the sheet to his lap.

Laughing to yourself, you narrow your eyes and shake your head, “Choi? Nah… he’ll be there,” side eyeing the teenager you smirk, “The other guy,” you repeat his downplay of the director.

Jungkook giggles, baring his teeth, “Is that wrong?” he questions, bumping your shoulder with his, “You’re the only member of our staff I care about now anyways.”

His words send a chill down your spine, your smile faltering.

“Damn,” you mumble, averting your gaze out to five boys dancing in the middle of the floor.

“Hm?” Jungkook hums, cocking his chin sideways to get a glimpse of your expression, wondering if he’s said something wrong.

“Nothing,” you shrug, eyeing Yoongi curiously as he winces and rubs his shoulder, “Think what you said made me realize I’m sleeping with my boss.”

The boy gasps, “Does… Does Yoongi know?”

Shooting Jungkook a funny brow, you say, “That’s who I’m talking about Kookie, oh my god, did you think I meant Bang?!”

“Hey!” Jungkook holds up both of his hands, “I wasn’t going to judge you, just know that!”

“Hush!” gets shouted from the dance floor after the two of you explode into laughter. Hobi had his teacher mode turned on, which meant sunshine mode was turned off.

Both you and Jungkook cover your mouths and cower backward leaning against the wall. A few stray chuckles escape you both as you try to calm down.

You catch Yoongi’s eye across the room, watching him shamelessly flirt with you while his rehearsal is happening around him. After a wink or two he’s making a silly face, then he jumps back into his work without missing a beat. Flowing through the choreography with ease, he was in the zone, totally focused until he had to rotate his left shoulder back.

Which was basically half of the choreo.

“Jungkook?” you lean closer to him so your voice goes undetected.

“Yeah?” the boy says sweetly. The door to the room flies open, stealing his attention briefly. Taehyung hurries back inside, jumping back into place beside Hobi.

For half a second you contemplate whether or not to ask Jungkook what you’re about to ask him, but it has been months of you observing the same behavior from Yoongi and his damn shoulder. You’d already tried asking the man himself what was going on, but his lips were sealed.

Watching Yoongi rub around his neck once more is what does it, you’re asking about it.

“Is he hurt?” you whisper, keeping your eyes fixed on your boyfriend. Jungkook, following your line of sight, finds Yoongi frowning and straightens out his back.

“Uh, no? I don’t… I don’t think so?” he questions himself. Yoongi raises his shoulder, wearing the discomfort in his brows. “Oh, his… Well, yeah. He doesn’t tell us though, he never mentions it when it bothers him.”

You both watch as Yoongi pushes the pain away, following Hobi as he instructs his corrections.

“Why his shoulder though?” you ask, “What’d he do?”

“It wasn’t anything he did,” Jungkook sighs, “It just never got better, from his accident?” The boy gives you a glance, assuming that you’ve heard of this before, “And you know Yoongi, he doesn’t take care of himself and…”

Jungkook kept talking. You were stuck on three words, not hearing anything else he was saying.

From his accident.

“…a workaholic too, yanno, so-“

“What accident?” you ask, turning to look at the boy's brown eyes that start to grow wide. A nervousness stirs in your stomach. One that's fueled by minor hurt that Yoongi wouldn’t share this with you.

You’ve caught Jungkook in an uncomfortable place, you can tell he knows he’s not supposed to talk about it.

“The… The bi- He was on a bike?” he stammers, “Has he not told you about this?”

“Do I look like someone who is in the know?!” your tone raises, prompting you to look over at Hobi to see if he’s noticed, “Jungkook, what happened?”

“I shouldn’t tell you,” his conscience would choose this moment out of all moments in the world to make an appearance, “I mean, he should tell you. Yoongi.”

Reaching a hand over to snag one of his, you squeeze it and give him your most sincere smile, “Can I get the spark notes, please? I’ll make sure you’re front and center for most of this epic, one of a kind Fire music video I’m planning.”

Jungkook considers, then copies your smile, “I’m always front and center.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“But, if you don’t tell me, I’ll make sure Jimin’s in that spot instead.” Narrowing your eyes, you see fear flash through his.

“Tell Jin he has to go blonde,” Jungkook squinted, testing your limits.

“Deal,” You smile, not missing a beat.

“Fine,” he sighs, looking out at the dance floor. Jimin is nibbling the side of one of his nails with his eyes on Jungkook. “I’ll tell you when we’re done here, okay?”

“Jungkookie!” Jimin calls, making Jungkook clammer onto his feet in a hurry.

“Promise,” he says to you before he jogs to Jimin's side, giving the ginger haired boy a huge smile.

Jimin wraps an arm around his back, speaking quietly to him, charming eyes on full display. No doubt whatever he was spilling was him trying to persuade Jungkook to do something. The kid had trouble saying no to Jimin, and vice versa. You’ve noticed their friendship is the most mischievous, both were willing to take things just a little too far.

Resting your head back on the wall you shift in your spot a bit to get more comfortable, these rehearsals were notorious for being excruciatingly long. Music begins to play, Fire, of course, and it makes you smile.

This song was at the forefront of your brain at the moment, all of your creativity was pouring from this one source specifically. Hearing the tune now you’re reminded of your project, the ideas coming to life in your head while you watch the boys dance. Images of blue, pastel colors while it was simultaneously grungy and edgy.

Keeping a watchful eye on your boyfriend, you study his behavior, anxious to find out what underlying factors are causing him so much pain. Taking the past few months into consideration, he’s never once complained of his shoulder being in pain, but he wasn’t too great at hiding it from his face.

The night in New York City, the night the two of you walked for that wonderful hour, Yoongi was affected by it twice. Now you’ve come to learn that it has nothing to do with his work, and everything to do with the fact that he was in an accident. One the jerk never thought to bring to light.

“Don’t go,” Yoongi mumbles, lips pressed against the side of your neck, “Stay tonight.”

The elevator dings, a cue for the two of you to step apart. Standing beside one another, you to his left, you side eye his shoulder, pressing your lips together, firm. The silver doors in front of you open and close, without any lingering passengers added to your trip.

Yoongi leans back into you, expecting you to open your arms up like they were, but instead you grab his left bicep. Noticing the slight frown gracing your lips he raises a brow.

“I’ll stay, but we gotta talk.”

Nodding, he hesitates a moment before whispering, “What did I do?”

“It’s nothing you did,” you roll your eyes, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, “Well, it’s really… It’s something you didn’t do.”

A trillion thoughts flash through his mind, it's almost as if you watch it happen in his eyes, “Is this a girlfriend mind trick?” he asks, standing as still as he possibly can, “I don’t think I’m very good at these, can you just tell if I forgot something, your birthday isn’t until-”

“No, it’s not a girlfriend mind trick,” you smile, cutting him off, preventing a ramble. Your eyes fall to his shoulder as he heaves a sigh of relief.

Mindless words tumble from his mouth, probably some of gratitude, considering it had only been a couple of months and he wasn’t prepared for you to already be upset with him over missing a date of importance. You attempt to listen to what he’s saying though your eyes are glued to his shoulder, but it’s hard to absorb the words when your own brain is consumed with the thoughts of him being in an accident so bad that he has to live in pain.

Did it happen before he joined the group? Was he actively an Idol when it happened? Was he young? Was he hospitalized? Did it affect anyone else? Had there been any surgeries? Do his parents know? Jungkook knows, so the boys know, but does anyone else know, does anyone else care?

The grimaces that grace Yoongi’s face when he dances conjure the utter opposite feeling of Hoseok’s bright smile. Your boyfriend jokes about not being the main dancer, and not caring much about not being the greatest, but he didn’t hate it. He didn’t look miserable over that, he looked miserable because he was in pain. And he didn’t seem to be doing anything about it.

“Baby?” Yoongi questions, tilting his chin down to meet your line of sight, “C’mon, we’re here.”

Tearing your eyes off of his shoulder you glance toward the elevator doors and find Taehyung hanging inside holding them open. The other six boys had gone downstairs before you, planning to meet on the ground floor to go to dinner. The charmer in the doorway gives you a smile, raising his brows, his eyes widening a bit as well. His chubby cheeks and lightened pink hair were heartwarming.

“Where’d you go?” Yoongi asks, linking his arm beneath yours, guiding you out of the elevator, shooting Taehyung a quick thank you, “I only see you zone out like that when you’re drawing.”

Focusing down on the floor, your heart burdened by off-limits information, you shrug, “Just thinking.”

A few feet ahead of you Namjoon and Jungkook are laughing at Hoseok, the sunshine digging fun at a few of the dance steps they had rehearsed today. Jimin and Taehyung soon join the mix, the two unable to keep away from any type of commotion, and just as anyone could possibly predict, Jimin soon became the center of attention. Jin waited by the door, keeping a watchful eye over his friends.

“Thinking about what?” Yoongi looks at you, pulling your arm to keep away from the group until you give him an answer. “What you said in the elevator? About what we have to talk about?” You nod in response to which he says smug as ever, “I’d love it if I could have a preview. Mull over it at dinner, prepare my documents, receipts and statements before we discuss?” You guys were truly meant to be. You asked Jungkook to do the same during rehearsal.

He makes you laugh, a small sound he tucks away in his back pocket for later when you possibly won’t be smiling at all. There’s a subtle hurt in your eyes that he can’t quite place, one that scares him a little. Big things had happened today, and big feelings were felt. Certain feelings you’ve been having since you started to work for his company.

“You’re really gonna quit aren’t you,” he nearly whispers, “You’re already signed with JYP, I knew it, he may as well debut you with Twice, join the girl group, I love you, I support you-”

“Shut up,” you smirk, huffing a laugh, tugging at his arm, “I’m not signed… Wait. Did you just…”

Yoongi caught it at the exact moment as you, his lips parting in shock.

“I- I- I mean, I’m…” For a moment he’s flustered. He’s unsure of how he allowed those words to slip, he was saving them for hopefully a romantic moment, definitely not while standing in a hallway with six of his friends seven feet away. He meant it, of course he did, it’s been swelling within him for the last few weeks, dying to come out, but the fear of it scaring you kept him from saying it.

For once you were finally doing what you were supposed to be doing, what you dreamed of doing- creating art, and having said art be seen by the world, or in this case, millions of BTS fans around the world. You were well on your way to success, he didn’t want to cloud your vision.

The soft, small smile that began to appear on your lips was reassuring enough that he hadn’t in fact scared you.

“Been waiting for that,” you say quietly, “I love you, too.”

Yoongi breathes, “You do?”

His eyes were full of stars, lighting up the second you said the words, warming your heart, turning your cheeks pink. Laughing at his response you hook your arms around his neck and peck a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Of course I do,” you whisper, brushing your nose over his. “I love everything about you.”

Yoongi’s arms circle your waist, tugging you close. A smile appears as he whispers, “Are we skipping dinner?” Your heart takes a tumble.

“I think so,” you giggle, glancing at the boys by the door who’s attention has turned to the two of you.

Hanging onto Taehyung’s back, his arms slung around his shoulders, Jimin watches with enormous puppy dog eyes. Leaning on the door beside Jin, Namjoon and Hobi, who wears the ghost of a smile, glancing away when you catch his eye, exchanging a few quiet words with his friends.

It took a while for their looks to no longer alienate you, as nice as they all were. Not one member made you feel unwelcome, if anything they did their best to make you feel like one of them. Still, coming between seven guys, who work and live together, as a girlfriend? Terrifying.

The relationship you shared with Yoongi you’d only discussed with Sunny, and a little bit with Jungkook if you caught his ear. The teenager was fascinated by the two of you, and though quiet, he sure had plenty to say about your relationship. He was the one you’d use for help, especially when it came to the industry you worked in. Jungkook was observant, he was smart, and good at just about everything without even trying.

Taking him in now, a tiny thing with his hands folded behind his back, he was smiling entirely too big. There was a hopeless romantic in there hiding behind those pure doe eyes, you were sure of it. He lived vicariously through you and Yoongi, since the start.

Though Yoongi always found it a bit funny, teasing you whenever Jungkook got a bit too close, saying the maknae was crushing on you, he must not be paying attention to the longing glances the boy snags of one of his friends. Preferably the one with the ginger hair, latched onto Taehyung’s back with an incredibly adorable pouty face.

“We need to get you guys some girlfriends,” you say quietly to your audience, making half of them laugh. Jungkook whips his head with eyes the size of saucers towards Jimin.

“Please!” The dramatic boy groans, rolling his eyes as he slides off of Taehyung's back. Jungkook gulps, glancing down to his feet.

Catching a glimpse of the scene you narrow your eyes and say, “None for you, Jimin. You get plenty of attention.” His jaw falls open as a chorus of laughter rolls out of his friends. “All for Jungkook, how ‘bout that?”

“Why?” Jimin snaps, suddenly standing up straight, the dramatics dropping in an instant. His hands fell down by his sides, his gaze hardening the slightest bit.

Jungkook, with his chin pointed to his chest, watches the two of you with his eyes, fidgeting his fingers along the hem of his shirt. It seemed as though no one in the room knew anything, except you three. Were they oblivious? The seven of them spent too much time together, there’s no way nothing has been said, but then again, none of them can keep their hands to themselves so maybe it wasn’t obvious.

If so, you intended to keep it quiet. That is, until Jungkook is ready to say something. He would come to you, you knew he would. Getting closer with him these past months you knew he didn’t share an affinity for your gender like some of his members, he didn’t have to say the words. You grew up in New York state, you spent college in the city- you knew enough queer people to know.

So you’d wait until he was ready. That didn’t mean you couldn’t poke at Jimin to see where he stood, hoping Jungkook would catch onto what you were doing.

Tonight he did, and he sent a smile your way after Jimin threw his little fit. You prayed he knew that you knew. He was the youngest, currently the smallest. It was impossible not to feel like you acquired some type of big sister responsibility, and seeing how Jungkook enjoyed clinging to your side sometimes, the bond was formed without needing to discuss.

“Okay, enough,” Namjoon chuckled from the door where he took a step away from Jin, “Let’s eat, please.” A round of groans of approval this time sounded from the boys instead of laughter.

“Oh, uh,” Yoongi speaks up, loosening his arms around you, holding up a hand to catch his leader's attention. Your stomach did a flip, you hoped they wouldn’t mind you guys not attending this dinner. Namjoon and Jin both turn around, the eldest holding the door open for the members to file out while keeping his attention on Yoongi. “We’re… gonna skip out.”

A smirk tugs at Jin’s lips, and you’re reminded that you need to convince him to lighten his hair. That’d be a job for Sunny. The boy couldn’t resist her charms.

Namjoon simply releases a breath and shrugs his shoulders, saying, “Jimin’s turn to pay anyway, two less people to worry about.”

“Damn it!” You sneer, stamping a foot on the tile beneath you. Namjoon laughs, knowing you’d want to tease Jimin some more. Yoongi smiles, sending you a funny look with his brows pointed up.

“Have fun,” Namjoon nods, then turns to head out the door Jin was still propping open.

“Yeah,” Jin sing-songs, “Have fun.”

“Get ouuut,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, swatting a hand at his friend, eyeing him as he walks away, the door swinging shut behind his broad back.

The second you two are finally alone, Yoongi tugs you back into his body, tilting his chin down to try to plant a kiss to your lips, but you’re quick to miss it. Jutting your own chin backward, you give the smallest, most innocent smile you’ve ever pulled. His eyebrows flip over, and they scrunch a bit in the center of his forehead underneath his mint colored hair.

Amidst the ‘I love yous’ and the teasing of his friends, it seems he’s forgotten the two of you have something to discuss. Skipping going out to dinner he assumes you’ll be his dinner, and after you talk to him you fully intend to allow him to make a meal out of you, but you need answers.

More importantly, you need to figure out why he’s kept this from you, especially since it’s been hindering his life daily since you’ve met him.

“What’s the matter?” Yoongi whispers, giving your back a sweet rub. His deep brown eyes dance between yours, curiosity unfolding within his irises. He was entirely too endearing, the way his brain has wiped away any interference of life just because you’ve said three words that’ve changed the trajectory of your relationship. It was adorable.

Going back to the day you met him you aren’t sure you could’ve imagined him acting this way.

Pulling a hand over his left bicep, you give it the gentlest squeeze making Yoongi’s expression shift slightly. Giving his shoulder a look, you sigh, still wearing that innocent smile.

When you meet his eyes again, he shares the same appearance of knowing in his eyes that Jungkook had mere minutes ago. He knew you knew.

Standing to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, you whisper, “Let’s go for a walk, D.”

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BTS Reacts to Being Kidnapped and Being Saved *Mafia Reaction*

Hey guys! I’m officially back into doing reactions! I’m expanding my horizons so I’m willing to do Mafia, Werewolf, Hybrid, Kinky shit, whatever. I’m a lot more confident in doing stuff like that now so please feel free to send me a request! I hope you enjoy!

1. Jin

Jin had never been much a fighter. His role in the group has always been much more logical and strategy based. Which is why he was so woefully unprepared for the kidnapping. Pain works just a little too well on him as a deterrent, but the bigger deterrent is the threats towards you. He would burn the world to the ground to keep your safe, but here he is, watching you be lowered into a tank, like a fish on display. Your unconscious form shivering as the cold water filters in.

“Stop it!” His voice is loud, but the rushing water is louder,” Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!”

Their attention is focused on him, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. If he hadn’t been looking, he would have missed it. You let the water cradle your body, slowly bringing you to the caged top. A knife flashes in your hands as you use the sound of the water to cover the sound of you prying the grate on top the tank open. On solid ground, soaking wet, there is anger in your expression.

“Gentlemen, I believe our time here is up,” Your voice is calm, your expression falling to neutral. Their shock is their downfall as Their forms fall, too distracted to notice the sneaking forms of Yoongi and Jungkook behind them. You carefully climb down as Jungkook frees Jin.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Jin’s voice is rough, his form obviously injured, but his expression is full of love,” I really, really love you, Princess.”

2. Suga

The ropes around your wrists are tight, but somehow, you’re sure the ones around Yoongi’s wrists are tighter. This definitely wasn’t on either of your schedules today, being kidnapped, but here you are. Yoongi’s wrists are secured to the frame of the wooden chair, as are his ankles. You, being perceived as less of a threat, only have your wrists tied behind the chair. Your chairs are so close, you could easily reach out and take Yoongi’s hand. Your mouth has been taped shut but Yoongi’s remains free to allow him to give the information they want.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this,” Yoongi’s soft voice echoes in the empty warehouse room. You ignore his words and reach behind you. The guards had stepped out for a moment for a smoke break or something, so you had to act now, before they came back. You reach between the bars behind Yoongi’s back, fingers searching. He jumps a little,” What are you doing?”

When they had patted Yoongi down earlier, removing all of his weapons, you noticed that they had missed a few, most notably being the knife that he keeps at the small of his back for emergencies. He can’t reach it, but you can. You lift his shirt and remove it from its’ hiding spot. It takes some maneuvering to get it hidden under your own shirt before the men come back.

“Alright, Min. Lets give this a try, shall we?” The man that speaks has a cheery voice despite the situation. He grabs you by your hair and drags you from your chair, throwing you to the floor in front of Yoongi. The knife cuts into your skin a little but you don’t flinch. Yoongi’s eyes blow wide, an angry hiss leaving his lips,” We’re going to have some fun with your girl and you’re going to tell us what we want or it gets worse.”

You’re flipped on your back as Yoongi struggles, the chair groaning under his aggressive struggles. You wiggle the knife from the back of your shirt, hidden by the floor and your own body. The ropes give easily to the sharp knife. The guards are far enough away that they couldn’t interfere if they wanted. Quick as a snake strike, the knife is in the man’s throat and his gun is freed from his belt. You level the gun at one of the guards, flicking the safety off and cocking it. You shoot before he can speak, turning to the other guard, who has only just managed to free his own gun in his shock, and cock it again, pulling the trigger.

“I’m not gonna lie, that was kind of hot,” Yoongi’s voice is almost dreamy but you roll your eyes, grabbing a knife from the nearby table and cutting Yoongi’s ropes. His arms wrap around you,” Are you okay, babygirl?”

3. J-Hope

Hoseok felt trapped, like a caged animal being brought to slaughter. The rival gang had been meant to be making a deal with him and Taehyung. It quickly became apparent that this was a ruse but by then, it was too late. Taehyung is unconscious on the floor, his face bloody and his nose possibly broken.

He can only thank his observation skills that saved him from the red lasers filling the room and the quickly following sniper shots. All three men hit the floor. Despite his own pain, he lumbers to his feet and lifts Taehyung into his arms. He would never leave his unconscious friend.

“Hoseok!” Your frantic voice is the last thing he expected as you rush into the room, a sniper rifle nestled in your arms. Yoongi and Jimin are hot on your tail.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” Hoseok worked hard to make sure you were involved in this side of his life. You give him a guilty look.

“Jimin has been teaching me how to snipe so I can help with your missions,” Jimin and Yoongi work together to remove Taehyung from Hoseok arms, which he quickly wraps around you instead,” You work hard to protect me so I wanted to return the favor. I can’t let you be the only one taking risks. I refuse to let you die.”

“Angel, what if you get hurt?” He looks crestfallen, his head falling into your shoulder,” You’re my sunshine. If you get hurt, I would kill anyone in my path.”

“I won’t. I’ll always be here just like you. You’ll keep me safe and I’ll keep you safe. That’s my deal,” You grin, bringing his lips to yours. He doesn’t respond but his hands tighten on your hips, pulling your body into his. You know that he’s giving in to you.

4. RM

It’s going to take more than some knife cuts and a few punches to make Namjoon cave. He has way too much practice in tolerating the pain that comes with this position. You, however, are his weakness. His Achilles heel, if you will. He’s practically vibrating with rage when they toss your unconscious form in the small room with him. He waits until they are out of the room to cradle you, his touch soft as he moves the hair from your face.

“Babygirl?” He watches your eyelids flutter and then your gazes lock,” Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You hum, sitting up and giving him a cheeky smile. You raise your wrist to your mouth and press a small button,” I’m in.”

“What?” Namjoon can’t help feeling shocked.

“You really think I would come in without a plan?” You lumber to your feet. Despite your bruised appearance, you appear unhindered,” Although, I guess we’re just sitting ducks. I’m mostly just here to give them the location. Tracker.”

You tap the necklace on your throat, triggering the tracking capabilities. Yoongi had insisted you wear it, with good reason. They wouldn’t get anything out of Namjoon so, of course, they had to try you. It doesn’t take long for the shouting and gunshots to start. The door swings open to reveal a cheeky Jimin, his clothes stained with blood.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Namjoon presses a sweet kiss to your lips before taking the gun Jimin holds out to him,” Now, I believe I have a man who needs to meet his end.”

5. Jimin

Jimin had always been good at infiltration. Taehyung is good at making friends and slipping into groups unseen but Jimin is good at getting into areas he shouldn’t be. His luck was likely to run out at some point, though, and today was that day. Assassination was always more of Yoongi’s thing. Jimin is more of a sniper and an infiltrator. A cat burglar, maybe.

It was supposed to be a simple job, infiltrate the mansion and get into the safe. He’s don’t it hundreds of times. The lasers were easy, but he didn’t know about the one invisible laser. It wasn’t on the blue print. It was a new addition and someone forgot to give him the info. It got him caught, his body bruised and his head swimming from a harsh hit.

He didn’t even have time to process what was happening around him. The blows had stopped and the gunfire had started. Hoseok kneels beside him, a machine gun nestled in his hands. He and Taehyung help him to his feet.

“How did you know something happened?” Jimin’s voice is a little choked through his bruised throat.

“Your girl. She’s always watching your missions. Did you know she had us put a tracker in your knife? She noticed you weren’t moving for too long. She called me as soon as she noticed,” Taehyung keeps a firm arm around him, helping Jimin limp out of the mansion.

“I love that girl,” Jimin mumbles, grateful that you were always looking out for his health and safety.

6. V

“I brought the money,” You throw the duffle bag on the floor in front of you, the sound echoing throughout the warehouse. Taehyung looks up, his eyes panicked as he struggles against the ties holding him. You don’t look at him, your hands resting on your hips.

“Is it all there?” The man that speaks has a gun leveled at you, his eyes dark. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Check it if you don’t believe me,” This time, you cross your arms, your eyebrows raising in exasperation. He nods at one of the men beside him, who approaches the bag. He really should have thought to have more than two guards.

He doesn’t even notice the red light before the sniper bullet finds his forehead. The other guard quickly follows. You draw your own handgun and point it at the man in charge, the man who kidnapped your boyfriend. You approach him with slow and measured steps, pressing the gun to his forehead. He backs away into the wall.

“I don’t understand. You didn’t call anyone to help you. I monitored your phone,” He stutters over his words, clearly bewildered about how you bamboozled him.

“You should know by now that we don’t need to call to get help. Plus, did you really think you could kidnap the snipers best friend and not get sniped yourself?” Your grin is a little dark and then you’re pulling the trigger.

You pull free your knife and make quick work of freeing Taehyung. He falls into your arms, nuzzling into your neck. Despite his position as a leader in the mafia, you know direct confrontation like this is not his forte. He can still make him anxious when the confrontation is over. Jimin saunters through the door, his sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder as he shoots you a wink.

“We ready to go home? We still have to give a full report to Joon,” Jimin says cheerfully. Taehyung nods but doesn’t remove himself from you. Your fingers rake through his hair soothingly as you pick up your duffle bag and lead him to the car.

7. Jungkook

If looks could kill, the man touching you would have long died. As he pats you down for weapons, your keep yourself still. You had been with Namjoon when he received the call with the demands for Jungkook’s safe return. The plan had hatched quickly and you knew exactly how to play your role.

“I don’t understand why they would send some little girl as opposed to one of their leaders,” The man mumbles, pushing you forward. You catch yourself on the wall, rolling your eyes.

“You already have one, why would they send someone else that matters?” You straighten up and saunter into the room.

“Is he going to agree to our demands?” A different man speaks this time. You pull a note from your pocket and handing it over. There are only two words written on it and they get the exact reaction you’re looking for. It was a clever plan, really. As one, both men immediately drag their eyes to the ceiling. It takes less than two seconds to punch one in the throat and grab the obvious gun.

The idiot didn’t even have the safety on, likely scared of Jungkook getting free. Both are dead before their eyes even make it back to the floor. Once Jungkook is free, he kicks one of the corpses, an obviously pissed off look in his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! You could have died!” He glares at you.

“But I didn’t. And neither did you,” You shrug. His hands are shaky as he reaches up to cup your cheeks.

“Don’t you understand that I would die if you died?” He leans his forehead against yours,” Please don’t ever do that again.”

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‎♡‧₊˚ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY GET SICK

ft. daichi. osamu. bokuto. suga. asahi.

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‎♡‧₊˚ DAICHI

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Work

WILL STILL TRY TO GO TO WORK

“daichi, baby, you can’t go to work! you work with the public. what if you get people sick? what kind of police officer gets people sick? your job is to serve and protect and you can’t even protect people from your own germs? no, you shouldn’t go!”

but he’ll try to go in any damn way😤

“nah, i’m fine!” he’ll say before going into a coughing fit.

stubborn man

he’ll get ready for work looking and feeling like shit, but he’s determined - he’s Going To Work™️

it would take an army to stand between him and his sense of duty

mans won’t listen to reason

so after he leaves, you send a text to his sergeant: “i tried! i tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen.”

sarge is like: “damn workhorse.”

gets yelled at by his boss at the station then comes back home

his sergeant’s all “what the fuck are you doing here? go the fuck home. that’s an order, sawamura! i’ll take your fucking badge!”

Home

45 mins later he comes walking back IN the door

and you’re just there like “mmhmm” as he hangs his tired head and mopes back to the bedroom to change out of his uniform and back into his pajamas

daichi: you texted him, didn’t you?

you: how far did you make it in before he turned you away?

daichi: he was waiting outside. wouldn’t even let me in the door.

“i told you. you work too hard, baby," you say, following behind him with the cooling strip you just grabbed from the fridge. you’d put it in there to start getting cold as soon as you realized he wasn’t feeling well.

he was on his back when you woke up next to him that morning, his t-shirt slightly damp in the front and back. he’d been sniffling and congested since he got home from work yesterday afternoon.

will still try to do everything himself

you’ll come through the living room to check on him and find that your sick husband is missing from the couch.

so you finally get him settled down on the couch only to return after leaving the room for a few minutes and…your husband is missing from the couch! AGAIN!

“are you serious?” you go looking for him, exasperated. “daichi?!”

“‘m in here,” he croaks from the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” you ask impatiently.

“i wanted more tea.”

“i told you if you needed anything, let me know, i’ll get it for you!”

you have to shoo him back to the couch while insisting that you’re going to take care of him.

Medicine

he’ll take medicine. he’s stubborn, not stupid. he’s Enneagram Type 1.

“if you get sick, you take medicine. why? ‘cause that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Doctor

won’t go unless he’s been sick for a few days and isn’t getting better. and even then you have to make the appt for him sometimes. 🙄

stubborn, stubborn man. 😮‍💨 but you love him more than the sun loves the moon.

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‎♡‧₊˚ OSAMU

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Work

he wouldn’t go to work; it wouldn’t be difficult to get him to stay home bc he knows he works in the food business and he doesn’t want to contaminate any food or run the risk of spreading anything around.

he’s got customers AND employees to think about!

once he feels better tho and he’s not contagious anymore, even if his symptoms aren’t completely gone yet, he’ll go to work and wear a mask which is pretty standard if you're sick in Japan anyway.

Home

he’s just so chill

he’s been calling the shop every 2 hours. “how’s everything going? did so-and-so show up? did you clean out the rice cooker?”

he doesn’t mean to micromanage, he just misses his business. and he’s hands on. he works the front of the house ffs.

maybe he just calls a couple of times a day tho.

“how’s everything going? hm…okay. if you need anything, call. you know how to get in touch with me. please call me."

employee: "what?"

osamu: "what?"

Medicine

used to be anti-medicine UNTIL he became a business owner

“i don’t need no stinkin’ medicine.”

he’s a tough guy

but nowadays, he wants to hurry up and feel better so he can get back to work.

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‎♡‧₊˚ BOKUTO

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Work

he would be bummed bc he couldn’t practice or play with the jackals. he doesn’t even get to sit on the bench bc he has to stay home. the team is like “stay. the. hell. away. from. us.”

he got the whole team sick once so now he sneezes during practice and everybody just stops and turns around and looks at him like “istg bokuto! are you sick? if you sneeze again, you’re outta here, we are NOT going through that again!”

the whole team once got a stomach bug on his account. he tried to power through it and went to practice and they had a big match the next day, but everybody was fucking SHITTING, PUKING and the whole fucking team was down. they had to forfeit the game and chalk it up as a loss. they were so pissed at bo.

bo rolled his ankle during a game once and had to be benched. he was so bummed that he couldn’t play as you walked with him and the assistant coach to the infirmary to have it checked out. once there, his foot was propped and iced. you told him you’d be right back and he looked up at you with limp hair and sad owl eyes, but you assured him you’d be right back.

you ran to the away campus’s gift store and managed to find an owl plushie. you held it up, beaming at it. perfect! you rushed to the cashier to pay for it before running back to the infirmary.

holding the plushie behind your back, you opened the door and walked inside, bo’s hair and facial expression just as you’d left it. but his eyebrows arched in curiosity as you smiled at him before presenting him with the owl. his hair perked back up as a pouty smile covered his face, his big, round golden eyes filling with unshed tears.

“for me?”

“for you,” you nodded, proffering it with outstretched arms.

“y/nnnnn!” he cried, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his lap to hug both you and the plushie.

you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile. “i hope this helps you feel better, baby.”

he clung to that owl plushie for the rest of the game, like a mother owl protecting her owlet.

to this day, whenever he gets sick, he asks for the owl plushie. it’s his comfort lovey, his security plushie.

he’s so adorable…like an overgrown toddler, basically.

i luz he.

Home

B A B Y

he’s SUCH a baby about it the whole damn time

omg you will just hear him groaning from the other room

just “ohh ughhh ohmygod uhhh…i feel so awful…oh god i can’t breathe through my nose…ohhh i’m so hungry but i don’t wanna get up and get anything to eat…babyyyyy can i have a grilled cheese sandwich?”

he’s so sweet about it but he’s a baby

he’s such a hypochondriac, y’all.

Virgo much?

he’s all up on webmd using the symptom checker

“i don’t know, baby. what if it’s not just a cold? what if it’s this rare disease that’s only found in Antarctica?”

“bo, you don’t have that. only penguins get that. stop.”

you finally have to just take his phone away so he’ll stop googling stuff and trying to diagnose himself with a brain tumor

“bo, you not being good at math is NOT a brain tumor symptom!”

he gets so much as a sniffle and he’s down for the count

he can barely get out of bed

“baby, come check my head. am i hot? am i running fever? where’s the thermometer?”

“no, baby, you don’t feel warm.”

“are you sure? you better get the thermometer and check just in case.”

Medicine

will take ALL the medicines

he’ll be looking for the cough suppressant and you’re like “bo! you don’t even have a cough.”

“i don’t care! i need all the things!”

you have to keep the medicine cabinet under lock and key, otherwise you might find him hallucinating and drunk on a cocktail of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benadryl, eyedrops, heartburn medicine, and Orajel.

Doctor

calls a neurologist and tries to schedule a CT scan.

and you’re in the background, “BO! I TOLD YOU YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PENGUIN DISEASE! DO NOT SCHEDULE A CT SCAN!”

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‎♡‧₊˚ SUGA

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Work

finally, someone with enough sense to stay home from work when he’s sick. you won’t have to tell him twice bc he cares about all the crotch goblins at school and doesn’t want to get all those kids sick.

Home

suga…he’s clever

and mischievous

getting him to stay home from work is a piece of cake, but good luck getting him to stay down

he takes care of others, not the other way around

you catch him doing stuff too

unlike with daichi, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be a burden, it’s that he can’t NOT be a caretaker?

you try to take care of him but he ends up taking care of you…and you’re not even sick?

like, not only does he not let you take care of him, he does stuff for you

he doesn’t go out of his way to do stuff for you, he’s just thinking like finally! i’ve got a day off during the week so i can get some things done around here. stuck at home, can’t go anywhere else so it’s a perfect opportunity to get caught up with housework!

you try to stay home too to take care of him but he INSISTS that you leave

“i will kick you out of the house if you don’t leave!”

so you leave - you go to work but before you walk out the door you point at him and you’re like “okay…but you better rest! i know you! you’ll take this opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house. don’t you do it! you better rest and take it easy!”

and he’s all “yes, okay, yeah yeah yeah. fine. go. bye.”

and sure enough you come home after work later and this motherfucker has done laundry, he’s probably prepped dinner, graded homework - and he’s laid up on the couch just GROANING bc of how terrible he feels. and you just look at him with your hand on your hip like “mmhmm! mmhmm! look at you now. see! i told you!”

he told you “sure! sure i won’t do any work…” liar

you come home and he can barely hold his head up.

poor guy.

“i don’t feel sorry for you. you did this to yourself.”

but you take care of him anyway. “suga? why do you do this to yourself, baby? next time you get sick i’m getting horse tranquilizer to make sure you get rest. i’ll put you down sir!”

Medicine

so when you get home and he’s remodeled the house, having forgotten to take any medicine so now not only is he exhausted from overworking himself when he should’ve been fucking resting, but also his symptoms have gotten out of hand.

“well,” you put your hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows at him as he lies groaning on the living room floor. “i hope you’re satisfied. because now you’re staying home tomorrow too. on the bright side, you’ve gotten all the work done around here so I guess tomorrow you might actually rest." cute dumbass sometimes.

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‎♡‧₊˚ ASAHI

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Work:

he’s so easy?

“asahi, you’re sick, baby. you need to stay home from work.”

“okay.” he’s not gonna argue.

he might try to say “well i’ve got such and such show coming up. i’ve gotta have this and that done…”

and you’re just “asa. that’s why you have people there to back you up. you’re not a one man team. your colleagues will help. you’ll more than make up for it bc you’re such an amazing designer! now go lay down.” and he will. 🥲

Home

he’s not gonna fight you on anything bc he doesn’t fight at all

he’s a lover, not a fighter

model patient

avoids conflict at all costs

“yes, darling. yes, dear. okay. okay.”

doesn’t complain

so easy to take care of

except he won’t ask for shit

will either try to get stuff himself or just go without bc he can’t decide what’s worse - burdening you, or getting in trouble for being up walking around again bc you told him to let you know if he needed something

so he just kinda tries to do without shit? and you have to come check on him.

“asahi? when’s the last time you had a drink of water?”

“uhh…two hours ago?”

“ASAHI!”

“it doesn’t matter what I do, i feel bad! i can’t win for losing!”

finally you get through to him and he’ll ask for shit, but he’ll apologize first. like “um, babe? uhh…”

“hm? what ya need, asa?”

“umm, i’m so sorry to bother you but would you…could you…possibly…maybe…potentially…”

“oh my god, spit it out. and don’t apologize.”

“oh,” he says, averting his eyes in shame. “s-sorry.”

“stahhp!”

"sorry"

Medicine

he will take it bc you told him to and he doesn’t want to fight

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nervouscupcakeinspace · 2 years

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 6)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

A Storm Blowing Up Your Horizon by Takujaepls

Jungkook had never been normal. He wasn't exactly sure what normal was, but he knew he wasn't it. He had always felt different, wrong, not right . Cue a mysterious murderer who shows Jungkook how good it is to be bad.

Cut to the Chase by deepslowpanic

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grunts. He agrees, even though he hates that he has to. Because he is dreamy, he just doesn’t really want Jimin to think so too. “He seems totally into you,” Jungkook admits. Because of course Namjoon does, who wouldn’t be into Park Jimin? “You shouldn’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jimin asks, turning to Jungkook with a smile. There’s so much hopefulness there that Jungkook can’t find it in himself to really be mad.

“Definitely,” he agrees. “He likes you, you should go for it.”

-OR-

When Jimin drags Jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, Jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. It’s just his bad luck that Jimin is totally into the guy.

Closer to Home by deepslowpanic *

“I - uh, I could go with you?” Namjoon suggests.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a breath through his nose before finally meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “You’d have to, um, pretend to be my boyfriend. You know, like…” he trails off, unsure what to say.

Namjoon smiles kindly. “I can do that, Jungkook-ah,” he insists. “How hard could it be?”

Privately, Jungkook thinks it could be very hard, but he still finds himself nodding, heart lodged in his throat.

-OR-

Jungkook already knows that bringing a fake boyfriend to his cousin’s wedding is a stupid idea. But it’s only made harder when Namjoon offers himself for the job, unaware of the fact that Jungkook has been in love with him for years.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

skip a step and back by exarite * (WIP)

Min Yoongi is Jungkook's Dom, not his boyfriend.

Not yet, at least.

Jungkook tries to transition his and Yoongi's purely d/s relationship into more.

The Dragon and The Sun by KandiRose *

“I am not your bride, Jeonha.”

“Are you not?” Yoongi tilts his head to the side. "Within these walls no one will even address you by the name you have been raised to respond to. If anything, the only thing you are for certain is my bride, nothing less, nothing more.”

~~~~

On the night of his sister's wedding to the most ruthless King Silla has ever known, Jungkook takes her place in the marital chamber with a single objective - to kill a King and disappear forever. But things rarely go according to plan.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Chapter 26: namseok, squirting, 7.2k (canon) (chapter 26 of Kink Prompts) by bwichimbap

Hoseok's first mistake is watching porn in his studio with headphones on, which he realizes now is never a good idea.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Autumn, Leaves by mangust_d

Yoongi and Hoseok set out on a fun cabin trip between best friends. Naturally, there is only one bed.

"My mum used to say that the good ones won't leave, no matter what. And you’ve always been the best one.”

Sallowheart by mangust_d (WIP)

Democracies are crumbling and the Korean peninsula is being swallowed by a huge cloud of dust, but for one year, Yoongi's world will be reduced to a few corridors, cold porridge, and the most beautiful pair of hands that could break him like a twig.

OR: The story of how Min Yoongi fell for the Jester.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

A Breach of Protocol by Anna (arctic_grey), tragicamente *

Actor Kim Seokjin’s love life has always been the subject of wild rumours but he has never been caught in a scandal. Behind closed doors, however, he is going through a rough breakup. Namjoon, as the Head of Close Protection, does not expect to pick up the pieces, yet here he is: standing at Seokjin’s door at two in the morning, about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

Seokjin took the phone and looked in amazement at a 28-second fancam set to a sultry, moany song that featured slow-mo footage of Namjoon escorting him in and out of cars and buildings, of Namjoon holding umbrellas for him, of Namjoon shoving people out of the way at an airport (Seokjin remembered that chaotic day). With piercing and sharp dragon eyes, Namjoon sent glares at crowds and photographers like he was two steps from murder at any given moment, but then Namjoon would turn to escort Seokjin with the gentlest of touches. The video caption said, eloquently, ‘hottest bodyguard in all of Korea’.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes *

Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.

“What,” Namjoon repeats, “do you do with a dildo?”

Unimpressed, Yoongi raises one eyebrow. “You’ve been with girls, haven’t you?”

Namjoon frowns at him. “I have, obviously?”

“Then what do you think I do with a dildo, Namjoon?”

You, In the Distance by deepslowpanic

“It’s been three years, Namjoon. Is it still that bad?” “I don’t know, probably,” Namjoon admits. “Maybe working with him won’t be so hard?” Hoseok suggests. “Yoongi hyung is a good guy, he’s nice. And it’s not like things ended badly.” Which is true. Hoseok isn’t wrong. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It still hurts now. None of what Hoseok says doesn’t mean that Min Yoongi is not the man who, three years ago, broke Namjoon’s heart. -OR- Namjoon knew it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, honestly he did, naming his cat after the ex boyfriend he was still in love with, but he really never thought he’d see him again.

You've Gotta Be Kitten Me by deepslowpanic

“Do you have any other tattoos or will this be your first? I don’t usually like to do something this big as a first tattoo.”

“Just one,” Yoongi says, “and it’s small.”

“Can I see?”

Nodding, Yoongi gets to his feet. Namjoon watches, confused, as Yoongi unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the waistband to - oh no.

Yoongi tugs down the waistband of his jeans to reveal his hip, smooth creamy skin, unblemished save for the little black tattoo there. A tattoo Namjoon would know anywhere. A tattoo Namjoon could trace in his sleep.

The little doodle of a cat stares back at him and Namjoon nearly passes out. There’s no mistake. Namjoon knows this tattoo. He saw it the night before, right on the hip of his favorite camboy.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Meant To Be (Together) by creambunkoo

Namjoon is weak for cute things in general, but most recently for the sweet cat hybrid at the adoption center he started visiting after accompanying Seokjin there one afternoon.

Namjoon isn't looking to adopt Jimin, but circumstances change. And it's nice having someone to spoil, to come home to, and to slowly - accidentally - develop feelings for.

You Blend Into My Favorite Color by deepslowpanic

“You might be surprised, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi says. “I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.”

Namjoon isn’t entirely convinced that he’s going to find this someone on Jack’d of all places, but he’s willing to give it a try.

-OR-

Ten years after his divorce, Namjoon finally feels ready to date again. He expects the dick pics, ab shots, and overall jerks on the dating app. What he doesn’t expect is Jimin.

Bonfire Bright by deepslowpanic

“Why are you so distracted?”

“I’m not,” Jimin insists.

Taehyung squints at him before glancing around. “Oh. I see.”

“You don’t see anything,” Jimin snaps.

“That’s Seokjin hyung’s roommate, Namjoon.”

“I didn’t ask,” Jimin responds, sniffing imperiously.

-OR-

Camping is not Jimin’s idea of fun. When he's roped into meeting Taehyung’s new boyfriend and his friends, Jimin is certain he won’t enjoy himself. But maybe it’s not all bad, when he notices someone hotter than the campfire.

Maybe We Can Work It Out by deepslowpanic

“Do you think you could lift me like the weights at the gym?” Jimin blurts.

There’s a beat of silence between them where Jimin wishes he could chew his own tongue off, and Namjoon stares at him in surprise. “Of course I can.”

Before Jimin can blink, Namjoon closes the distance between them. “What are you -” Jimin cuts off as Namjoon’s hands close around his waist and hoist him easily into the air.

Jimin’s brain short circuits as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening and locking with Namjoon’s. He can feel himself blushing now, mouth going dry as Namjoon effortlessly holds him aloft.

-OR-

It was a joke, just a random comment, not even serious. But now… Jimin can’t stop thinking about how Namjoon lifted him so easily, can’t help but imagine what else Namjoon could do with all that muscle.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Concluding Remarks by deepslowpanic

"Why are you doing this?" Yoongi whispers to himself as he wipes the fog from the mirror, watching his reflection solidify.

Dark marks litter his neck and collarbones, memories of hungry lips, desperate teeth. A brand on his skin that may as well spell out MISTAKE.

-OR-

It’s unhealthy, this thing they’re doing. They broke up for a reason. And yet… in the morning, when they inevitably wake up tangled together again, they’ll awkwardly laugh about how gone they were. They won’t talk about it, won’t address that it keeps happening. Seokjin will leave and Yoongi will take a shower and stare at the wall, forcing the bile back down his throat. Yoongi will happily pretend to be drunk, if it means he gets to keep Seokjin in his bed.

Where Flowers Bloom (part of the Fioritura series) by graciouskoo

Seokjin, lonely and recently divorced, learns that sometimes, happiness comes in the shape of a tiny fluffy dog named Holly. And then, it comes in the shape of one Min Yoongi.

As the saying goes, it's never too late for love.

Shifting Business by mangust_d

Seokjin is sure that Min Yoongi is harbouring an illicit cat in his home. Only the truth is much more magical than that.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

A Certain Sense of Synergy by deepslowpanic

“I always thought you and Seokjinnie hyung would be the ones getting married,” Taehyung says casually, like it’s no big deal. “I figured you would end up together.”

“What?” Jimin stares, dumbfounded by this declaration.

Taehyung shrugs. “You guys are perfect for each other. You’re basically dating already aren’t you?”

Jimin thinks he should be freaking out, now should be the time when panic sets in. But it doesn’t, all Jimin feels is the sense of rightness in Taehyung’s words. Dating to exes to best friends to… whatever they are now. Maybe they should be together.

-OR-

They barely even dated, Jimin doesn’t feel like he can even call it a relationship. The breakup wasn’t even a breakup, just them moving seamlessly into being friends instead. And now, years later, things are easy and comfortable. But when the first of their friends get married, Jimin starts to see things, and Seokjin, in a new light.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Some Kind of Harmony by deepslowpanic

“You did what?”

“Um,” Taehyung begins, “we might have… gotten married?”

“I didn’t even know you knew Yoongi?” Namjoon looks confused.

“Well, I didn’t, not before last night.”

“You got married to a complete stranger at my wedding?” Jimin looks like he’s about to scream.

Yoongi clears his throat. “I mean, not a complete stranger.”

“Right,” Taehyung agrees, “we had sex first.”

-OR-

Being best man at Jimin’s wedding was supposed to be simple, even if Taehyung was attending alone. When the ceremony pianist catches his eye, Taehyung can’t help but be drawn in. After a few bottles of champagne, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

No Time Like Now by deepslowpanic

“Date me,” Taehyung says, leaning forward.

“I don’t want to date you,” Yoongi replies with a laugh. “Definitely not you.”

“Not for real,” Taehyung insists. “Just to get everyone to leave us alone. We’ve already fucked, what else do we need?”

Yoongi thinks there’s probably a lot more that they need, but somehow this sounds almost reasonable.

-OR-

When his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, Yoongi reluctantly agrees. Yoongi is rigid. He values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. Spontaneous Taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. And maybe Yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.

Min Yoongi | Suga /Park Jimin

Teach me the way to your heart by deepslowpanic

“About last week,” Yoongi begins. “I really didn’t know it was your first kiss. I’m sorry if -”

“Actually,” Jimin cuts in, “that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Yoongi prompts, fingers tightening around his cup.

Jimin steps a little closer, their toes nearly touching. “Hyung,” he starts, “you told me first times should be special. I want my first kiss to be special, you know, since we decided to pretend last week didn’t happen.” Jimin leans into him a little and Yoongi has nowhere to flee to. This Jimin, looking so self-assured, is not the blushing boy Yoongi kissed a week ago. “Maybe you could help me?”

-OR-

After taking Jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, Yoongi finds himself agreeing to help Jimin practice. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if Jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.

OT7 - Relationship

Vitamin D (series) by exarite (WIP)

It's a terrible fact of their world: pregnant omegas need a regular supply of alpha come or else they get sick.

It's a good thing Jungkook has such caring alpha hyungs to help him out.

A series that will hopefully span Jungkook's entire pregnancy. See content warnings and tags per installment, but in general, there will be descriptions of his pregnancy belly, growing tits/breasts, lactation, etc, and Jungkook's feelings about it, both positive and negative.

Tentatively jk harem, but may become jk-centric ot7.

young & pretty by feraljk (WIP)

jin was still young and pretty, but as he neared thirty, his value as a submissive had gone steadily downhill. first a prized pet and now a rented whore, he tried his best to numb himself to life, to accept the lot he had been thrown, to take what he was given and never, never hope for more.

but when another sub was thrown into his cage sobbing about being kidnapped, what he was given was no longer good enough.

or: jin and jungkook bond through trauma, and jin finds an eros who rekindles every fire he thought he'd never feel again

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

sweeter than sweet by exarite

"Namjoon," he hears, and he drags his gaze away from where he’s been struck dumb.

"Yes?" he says faintly. He meets Yoongi’s eyes and finds the other alpha raising an eyebrow at him.

"Can you please stop watching my mate breastfeed?"

Kim Namjoon has a specific set of kinks.

Jungkook and Yoongi indulge him.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Play You On Repeat by deepslowpanic (WIP)

“I can’t do this,” Yoongi says.

“You should think of this as an opportunity,” Hoseok says gently.

“Yoongi, you’re going to be fine,” Seokjin begins, much less gently. “Just calm down.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re going to have a great time.” Hoseok grins at him. “I guarantee it.”

How can Hoseok guarantee something like this? It’s impossible. Yoongi could be the one coming back with broken limbs or… or maybe just a broken heart.

-OR-

Yoongi has been in love with Jimin and Taehyung for years, never making a move for fear of ruining their relationship. When he’s dragged along to a music festival to “chaperone”, all of Yoongi’s carefully buried emotions are put to the test.

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 2

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 3

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 4

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 5

#my fic recs #bts fic recs #namkook #yoonkook #namseok #sope #namjin #namgi #minimoni #minjoon #yoonjin #jinmin #taegi #yoonmin #mine #fic recs #ot7 #bts poly

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joonsytip · 1 year

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BTS Masterlist :

RM / Kim Namjoon :

Yet to come....

Kim Seokjin :

Series :

Roses & Flame : Wattpad | angst, fluff, smut | completed | arranged marriage!au, cold husband!au, brother's best friend!au l

Why did the happy go lucky guy who made you fall for him, turned cold towards you?

You were still recovering from the grieve of your brother's death. Being set up in an arranged marriage with your brother's best friend was something you never expected. Was it merely a coincidence?

Suga / Min Yoongi :

Series :

In My Heart, There Rings a Melody : Wattpad | angst, fluff, smut | completed | boss!au, amnesia!au, musical!au l

You never imagined yourself to be coaching in a music academy. Not when your boss was Min Yoongi because maybe or not you both had a past. You just had to be professional and get a paycheck by the end of month. Simple, wasn't it. But it turned out to be actually far from that when-

The academy was hell of a place.

and most importantly --

Min Yoongi was asshole adamantly obscuring .

J Hope / Jung Hoseok :

Series :

Black Rain : Wattpad l major angst, fluff, smut | completed | university!au, Hoseok x oc! au |

Hoseok being a jovial guy, was quite famous from the day he entered the university. His charming personality lead to endless proposals & confessions.

But what will happen when a student who seems shy to everyone, picks up on him on every possible occasion? Will it be a start of something good or will it leave him charred.....

Park Jimin :

Yet to come....

V / Kim Taehyung :

Series :

Back to You : Wattpad | angst, fluff, smut | completed | divorce!au, infidelity!au, pregnancy!au, boss!au |

Your marriage was failing but you weren't at fault and you weren't blind to the signs of faded love. When you found him cheating, you didn't give a second thought to getting a divorce.

Just as you were getting used to your new life, he comes back in the most unexpected way. Or maybe he never left?

Jeon Jungkook :

Series :

Heart Me : Wattpad | angst, fluff, smut | completed | soulmate!au, jock!au, reincarnation!au, historical!au, royal!au, professionals!au, fantasy!au, university!au |

On the first day of university, you were surprised to feel a new sensation in your heart. A sensation you knew, you'd feel when your soulmate was on radar.

But all the feelings went to drain when the moment you met him was the moment he rejected you, quoting he believed everything about soulmates was a hoax.

What happens when you meet him in numbers more than you could count on fingers and with each meeting you discover Jungkook totally is what you expect and also not expect him to be.....

All headers credit : @bts-stuffss ♡

NOTE : I'm planning to cross post all my Wattpad stories to Tumblr, but that will take a lot of time and not happening anytime soon.

Please Like, Comment & Reblog <3

→ Do not copy, re-post, translate, or share any of my works on other platforms WITHOUT PERMISSION! All stories are copyrighted, joonsytip. ©️

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capricornwriter5 · 2 years

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

Summary: Music was in charge of introducing them, in front of a piano they fell in love, and in front of it was their farewell. Min Yoongi, a low-income but talented pianist, and Emm, a wealthy and outgoing law student, did not hesitate to risk everything to pursue their dreams together. For years they grew up together and unconditionally loved each other until life's adversities forced them to break up. Ten years later, and in the most unexpected way, they meet again. Their loyal friends Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, and Jung Hoseok supported them before and will do it again without really knowing what the future had stored for them.

Words: 3k

Disclaimer: I named the female character Emmy (Emm for Yoongi 🥰) because it’s easier if we want to see Suga saying cute names (it’s sweeter than just Y/N, I think 😅) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea!

Chapter 1 - Crystal Snow

That winter the cold pierced the bones of those who dared to leave the comfort of their homes; however, not everyone had the privilege of staying in their residence with the heating on or sipping hot tea, some people had to go out to work and rely on the thickness of their clothes to withstand the low temperatures.

Min Yoongi was one of those unlucky individuals, and with the laziness and even pain that anyone could feel in a morning like that, he got out of bed ready to go to work. It was Thursday, he had no classes, so he worked from before the sun came up until his body gave out. First, he would have to spend part of the day in a radio booth, or at least that was what he wished. His job as an assistant forced him to do everything, and "everything" included even buying food and drinks from his bosses. In fact, he rarely worked directly with music, although he had entered there pursuing his dream of working in the music industry, the reality was different. Even further from his dream was his second job as a food delivery man, which was a nightmare in that winter in which with costs and he managed to stay warm enough to move. His third job was a little better, at least there was no risk of freezing to death since it was in a restaurant.

He tried to be as stealthy as possible, but upon reaching the kitchen, he found his roommate already awake.

"Good morning, Yoongi." Said a guy taller than Yoongi, with brown hair, and a friendly smile. “Do you still have time before you go? I'm finishing making breakfast, the coffee is almost ready, don't go out without eating again."

"This is a surprise; you never prepare breakfast. Why did you wake up so early? Do you have a rehearsal?"

"That's right, I'm the protagonist, I can't be late."

Kim Seok-jin was the name of his roommate, who was in the third year of his university studies. Since Jin was a kid, he had loved acting, as far as he remembered, he has always formed part of the theater club; therefore, it was not a surprise for his family when he decided to study dramatic arts.

After more than a year of living together, Yoongi was used to seeing Jim leave early to study his scripts; however, that morning was particularly early even for Jin.

“This damn cold won't let me sleep and I thought that if I cooked something it would warm me up, but the only thing that got warm was the room when I entered.” He joked laughing heartily, but because he laughed so much, he dropped the egg he was holding in his hand, making a mess in the kitchen.

"Take that as a divine sign to stop your lame jokes," Yoongi said helping him clean up. "Better sit down, I'll take care of breakfast today."

Jin beamed with delight at the thought of his roommate preparing the food. Truth be told, the two of them cooked deliciously and had come to an agreement to share all meals. While Yoongi was responsible of breakfast for being the first to wake up, Jin cooked dinner. However, almost every day before leaving home, Jin found that Yoongi had also prepared lunch and even packed it for him.

Yoongi was such a good cook that Jin had no regrets as he sat comfortably on the couch while his friend took care of the rest. Even though Yoongi had his back turned, he knew perfectly well what Jin was about to do and warned him to stop.

"Don't play with the guitar, last time you broke a string."

"It was unintentional, besides you didn't get mad at me." He said taking it anyway.

"The difference is that this time I don't have money to buy a new package of strings."

“Do they still not pay you on the radio? You work non-stop, you go every damn day and still don't get paid on time, you should find another job."

“The pay isn't bad.”

"The pay doesn't exist."

"Just don't play with the..."

Yoongi's words were interrupted by the scandal caused by the instrument hitting the ground. Jin had dropped it and while he apologized a thousand times and made sure there was no damage, Yoongi just took a deep breath and continued cooking. His patience was one of his greatest attributes, as well as the enormous musical talent he had with practically any instrument that fell into his hands.

"At least the strings are fine," Jin assured with a nervous laugh, but his friend didn't make a sound.

After a while, they both had breakfast in silence, or at least Yoongi tried to do it, for Jin kept talking and making those jokes that only he found funny.

As Yoongi was about to leave, Jin remembered something he would say to his friend earlier in the day, but he practically had to shout it out, as Yoongi had just put on his gloves to go out.

"Some friends invited me out tonight, will you join us?"

"I have to work."

"You can come later, I'm pretty sure we'll see the sunrise there."

“Why would I want to freeze when I could be in my room? I have classes early tomorrow.”

"You could socialize with the rest of the world like a normal person, you know, communicate with real people, not just with your piano and guitar." Yoongi ended up laughing and shaking his head negatively. “You better go, I'll be waiting for you! And as compensation for what happened today, I'll pay all you drink.”

"Are you sure that's a promise you want to make?"

"Damn, I forgot you're a sponge."

"What?"

"A sponge, yes, because of your ability to absorb alcohol."

Yoongi didn't finish listening to the rest when he had already closed the apartment door, it was too early to hear Jin's jokes.

That day everything went normally, Yoongi had to do a thousand things at once, so he barely had time to eat. Fortunately, in the evening his payment arrived; yet, his balance would considerably decrease, since not only did he have to pay half of the apartment's rent he shared with Jin, but he also owed the tuition for that semester. That's without counting what he would spend on food, there was little left at home.

A sigh escaped the musician's lips as he looked at how much money he had left free. "Well... let's continue, better days will come," he said to himself closing the bank application on his cell phone and getting on his motorcycle.

When he got home, he fell into his bed, Jin was not there, but he had the kind gesture of leaving dinner ready for him. It was typical of Jin, especially when he'd made a mistake, like hitting Yoongi's guitar earlier. That was how Yoongi was able to enjoy dinner, but suddenly he felt an enormous desire to drink something with alcohol.

"Shit," he said after making sure there were no more bottles of soju left in the apartment.

He remembered his friend's invitation. On another occasion, he would not have accepted, since spending his Thursday night in a crowded place was at the bottom of his favorite things to do. In addition, his social skills were not the best, he was an extremely quiet and introverted boy, most of the time his mind was lost in musical arrangements that he could make of all the compositions he had made. At first glance, he seemed like an indifferent and cold person, and although it was part accurate, the truth of the matter was that Yoongi had a very fixed goal in his life for years: he would succeed as a composer and live as comfortably as he had always dreamed of.

However, that night his appreciation for liquor made him leave his house again and go meet Jin.

After greeting Jin's noisy friends, Yoongi sat in a corner and, looking as nonchalant as ever, began to drink. The musician did not pay any attention to what was happening at the table, his mind and eyes were outside the bar, thinking about how to convince the radio people to let him work with the music mixes. He had already tried but had only managed to get his bosses to send him for more coffee. Yoongi was used to it, it wasn't the first time he had been told no or his job was rejected, but his disciplined and hard-working nature, plus the armor he had created from so much rejection wouldn't let him give up.

“So, how was your day? I was sure you would end up coming.” Jin said handing him another drink.

"As always." He said taking the glass, but suddenly he coughed in such a way that his friend looked at him worried.

"You're still sick, you should get some rest."

“Says the same person who’s serving me alcohol.” The musician joked.

“Yoongi, why don't you ever listen? You can't go to work like this."

"It's no big deal." He assured.

"If it's nothing, then you might be interested in meeting a friend." Jin raised his eyebrows gracefully. "At 3:00."

"Huh?" Yoongi asked making a sound.

“I already told you, 3:00”

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about, Jin." Yoongi was about to continue looking out the window when Jin laughed and hit him on the shoulder.

"You're so funny! I'm telling you it's the girl sitting on the other side of the table, the one with the short hair."

"Forget it, the last time you introduced me to one of your friends she chased me not only to work, but I couldn't go to the park to train because she was there."

"That's because of your fatal charm." He said pushing him again and making Yoongi regret leaving the house. "Come on! What can go wrong? I mean, after Yujin, any date will be a good anecdote."

Yoongi didn't need to say anything, just with the gaze he gave his friend and how he looked at the window again, Jin understood that he didn't want him to keep bothering him.

As he continued to drink in silence and watch the snow fall, Yoongi spotted a couple. It was a thin boy dressed extravagantly, his winter clothes were so colorful that he ended up catching Yoongi's attention. To tell the truth, the musician ignored if it was the clothes or the fact that the boy had stopped and started dancing in a very funny way. Yoongi thought that he had gone crazy until the girl who accompanied him imitated him and danced the same way. The musician could not see the girl's face, but he was amused to see that strange couple, he ended up laughing from his chair, it was more than evident that these two did not care what people thought, much less didn't mind being ridiculous, apparently, they were having a great time, the boy's laughter was even louder than Jin's.

When they finally stopped dancing, the girl turned around and took off the hat she wore for the cold. Her long dark hair fell freely on her shoulders, despite getting it wet from the snow, the girl didn't seem to care, she hadn't stopped laughing and looking at the boy who was with her. From where he was, Yoongi admired her face, or at least what the distance allowed. He was struck by how authentic her smile looked, in fact, it was the first time he had seen someone smiling with something other than their lips, everything from that girl emanated joy.

“Yoongi, you came!” said a male voice and soon the musician felt a pat on his back.

“Namjoon? What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“What am I doing here? Jin invited me, didn't you read the messages? I said they gave me the night off because of the snow.” He clarified sitting next to his friend.

Yoongi turned back to the window, just for a second, but the couple was gone.

"Well, what are we drinking today?" Namjoon asked with a smile.

*********

Despite having spent some quality time with his friends, Yoongi came home that night and couldn't sleep well, because although he had pretty thick skin when it comes to criticism and life's adversities, the truth was that on certain days it wasn't so easy to handle how difficult it was to create his own path. Sometimes Yoongi wondered if everything he was doing would be worth it and if he would ever be successful, but when he realized the kind of thoughts he was having, and when he felt the threatening shadow of anxiety approaching like a stealthy enemy, the musician tried to think of something else, and if he couldn't, he ended up composing music or writing songs. After all, if there was one thing Yoongi feared more than not being successful, it was the havoc that anxiety could wreak on him.

As expected, that night he did not rest well. The next morning, Yoongi left again extremely early, but seeing that his motorcycle had no gas, he decided that it would be better to walk, at least if he walked, he would warm up and forget about the cold. Obviously, that was not the case, and he was freezing while walking.

A few streets before reaching college, he passed a music store that he used to visit, or rather admire, at least once a week. Yoongi could see through the window a piano that he dreamed of buying, his was not so new, besides the wood was not of the best quality, even so, he had a special affection for it because it was the first significant investment he made. However, he couldn't help but wish the one looking out the window, it was simply beautiful, unlike his brown tone, the one in the store was totally black with certain silver details that Yoongi loved. Unfortunately, the piano was worth a fortune, and he carried more important debts, so he sighed and continued his way. Once he was successful, the first thing Yoongi would do would be to buy it.

A few minutes later, Yoongi was entering the music department of his university. Being so early, no one else was there, just an old janitor, who was used to seeing him at that hour. Since his first year, the boy had been taking advantage of the fact that the practice rooms were empty during the mornings.

"Kid, there's not even natural light," commented the janitor when Yoongi greeted him with a kind smile.

"The earlier the better"

"Go in there, I just finished cleaning for you, I assumed you would come early again."

With a slight nod, Yoongi thanked, but before leaving, he took out something from his backpack and offered it to the man.

"I made soup"

Touched by the gesture, the old man put down his cleaning supplies and smiled at Yoongi. "You're going to spoil me, what am I going to do when you graduate and stop bringing me breakfast?"

"We'll worry about that later." Yoongi commented with a wave of his hand before entering the practice room.

"Wait, wait! Aren't you going to join me?"

"I need to practice"

"Oh, come on, it'll be just a couple of minutes, I'm starving."

Since there was no one else there at that time, there was no problem in going into another room so that the old man could eat.

As always, what Yoongi had cooked was mouthwatering and in a matter of minutes, everything was gone. However, although Yoongi kept doing the same thing every day and pretended that he wanted to be alone, he really enjoyed those little moments in the morning when he talked to the janitor. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded him a bit of his father, or that the old man had a very warm personality, whatever the reason, Yoongi had a close friendship with him.

"Still can't find a better job?"

"Everything remains the same. But it's okay, it's a matter of being patient."

"Sure, you're young, you can say that. Although you don't think like a young boy, you're an old man trapped in a body of a cool musician. Is that why you're growing your hair out? If you continue like that, you're not going to find a girlfriend." He said pointing to Yoongi with his index finger and making him laugh. "But you know what? Girls like bad boys, and you have that vibe."

"Did you make me stay just to talk about my hair?"

"Hair is always important, kid, one bad hair day and everything goes wrong." That comment made Yoongi laugh even harder. "But tell me, have you thought about the offer the director made you? If you teach others, you’ll earn good money. He's even offering you to be an assistant, in all my years working here, I've never heard of anyone being offered that. It is the students who beg for that opportunity."

"You know I don't want to teach, I don't want to work with others, I prefer to do it by myself."

"Are you gonna continue singing the same song, kid? Don't be foolish and stubborn, that won't do you any good. It's too hard to do everything alone, you have to accept help and don't be proud."

"Harabeoji, it's not a matter of pride."

Look, what happened to you is..."

"Well, time to go," the musician interrupted getting to his feet. "I need to practice before I go to work."

"Oh, no! You're not doing the same again, come back here."

"Close the windows of the rooms you need to clean, this winter is not a joke. The last thing you want is pneumonia, if they hospitalize you, I won't be able to bring you food."

As Yoongi walked out the door, the janitor yelled, "And cut that hair, you can almost braid it!"

With a grin on his face at the old man's insistence on his hair, Yoongi headed to the rehearsal room. He could spend hours when he was in front of a piano, really in front of any instrument, but the piano will always have a special place in Yoongi's life. Hence, it was no wonder that he had to run out of the practice room when he realized he was late for work. If all went well, the shift would end early, so he could practice a little more. Normally, he would do it at home, but his piano had been sounding different and he had to send it in for repair.

Yoongi couldn't even suspect what his long hours of practice in that class had done to someone, but he would know soon enough.

To be continued... 🐱

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amiharana · 1 year

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BTS BOTW AU OMG WHAT??? pls share with the class immediately

LMFAODJFNKD it's honestly not even that interesting

back in 2019, i was writing for taegi week and the last day was a free day, and at the time i was still in my baby revalinker phase so i decided i wanted to write the most self-indulgent bts x botw au in which bts members took the places of botw characters. i actually had a tumblr post drafted to talk about this, but i guess we'll talk about it here now! in the case you are familiar with bts while also being a botw player, this could be of some interest to you.

i never actually got very far in writing it out (because i was 15 and school was beating my ass), but after reviewing the two unfinished drafts and the conceptual outlining style i do on every post, i remembered that i planned to rewrite the mount lanayru-calamity awakening memory with bts members as well as putting the revalink dynamic in there

please don't laugh i was 15 when i wrote this LMFAODJFKFJKD i don't plan on showing you what the unfinished drafts look like because like i said, i never got very far in writing them so there's nothing of interest to really note in either of those

as you can from the pic, i wrote V/taehyung as revali and SUGA/yoongi as link. looking back on it now, i probably would not have chosen yoongi as link and i should have written taehyung as link and yoongi as revali because that makes more sense regarding their personalities, but i guess 15-year-old me was really set on that dynamic. other characters included:

RM/kim namjoon as princess zelda

park jimin as mipha

jeon jungkook as baby sidon LOL

j-hope/jung hoseok as daruk

jin/kim seokjin as urbosa

and *drumroll*

bang pd as king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule ✋😩

i'm going to assume most of my mutuals and followers are probably not familiar with bts, so i'll try to give you a quick rundown!

V (or kim taehyung) is one of the group's vocalists and is one of my biases, or favorite member :> he's been my bias since 2018 when i became a bts fan! (the other one is jungkook he's the one in my pfp KJDHFHJKD) he has this show recently called 'jinny's kitchen' but i haven't watched it yet because i've been busy with school 😭 but from the clips i've seen that shit is funnyyy. SUGA (or min yoongi) is one of the rappers and he's coming out with a new album called 'D-DAY' soon + just released a song called 'people pt 2' ft. iu! the first part of 'people' on his last album was a fawking banger.

revalink had to be taehyung and yoongi because this au was originally intended to be uploaded for taehyung and yoongi (taegi)'s ship week. i definitely didn't place them as revali and link correctly, but i think know why i made it that way? there used to be this huge stereotype against yoongi that he was really mean and cold-hearted, and i was and always have been against that stereotype because bro really isn't like that. he's a soft sweet and sensitive tangerine boy fr! and making yoongi as revali wouldn't help that cause so i did what had to be done. i do think that taehyung still a relatively good fit for revali though; they be dramatic gays fr

RM (or kim namjoon) is the leader of bts, one of the rappers, and is a really smart guy. bro has an IQ of 148 and was also once one of the top 1% of students in south korea. so naturally, i made him zelda, the figurehead of the champions and the representation of the triforce of wisdom. but i was thinking about this connection more the other day when i first was writing out the post to talk about this, and i think namjoon and botw zelda actually have quite a few parallels. if anyone is interested in hearing more, please send an ask or a dm or something because i don't wanna make this post longer 😭

jimin is one of the group's vocalists and is also an incredible dancer. he had a solo debut recently with the album 'face' and title track 'like crazy' which you guys should all check out! :) but the reason why i put jimin as mipha is because he studied contemporary dance in high school and his personal style of dance tends to be very fluid and graceful, and like. do y'all see the connection lmao. mipha, being a zora in a watery domain? thus also being very fluid and graceful in her movements? TEEHEE

jungkook is the youngest member of the group another one of the vocalists and dancers, is my boyfriend and is Thee Golden Boy of K-pop and also the world. sidon being a baby pre-calamity and also everyone in general both in-game and online being obsessed with how boyfriend sidon is, as well as how polite and goofy jungkook is... i think the connection between jungkook and sidon is very clearly there LOL i also just didn't know how to include him in the story because i felt that jungkook just didn't fit into the personality of the other champions. if i had the chance to rewrite this au, i would have had jungkook as link because jungkook is so Main Character Vibes, and then taekook (taehyung and jungkook) would literally be revalink

back then, i remember having a difficult time trying to place who would be daruk and urbosa, but i think i made the right call with hoseok and jin. j-hope (or jung hoseok) is one of bts's rappers and is known as the sunshine of the group because he's just so energetic and positive, and i think that definitely matches with daruk's jovial and encouraging disposition. jin (kim seokjin) is one of the vocalists and is the eldest in the group, and as the kind of like "older brother" figure, he takes care of everyone in the group in a way that's different from how namjoon is as the leader y'know? i think urbosa fills that role for the champions because i personally think she might be the oldest of the group (daruk gives man in his 50s lowkey so i'm like hmmm) and takes care of them in a way that isn't the same as leading.

as for king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule... bang pd (or producer bang sihyuk) is the founder of the company bts is under and is the chairman of the label that bts eventually created. he is, in that sense, the "guy who made bts." he kind of has this fatherly relationship to the rest of bts, but that's where the similarities between him and king rhoam end LOL because rhoam is kind of an asshole who puts too much pressure on zelda and assembles the champions as his own tools to save the country, while bang pd is just this super chill guy who unlike other kpop ceos tends to stay out of the limelight and really just has a passion for making good music. but i thought it would be funny to emphasize a fatherly relationship between namjoon and bang pd KDJHFDKF

there's so many implied dynamics that could go here between the bts members as champions. like for one, taehyung and jimin are regarded as soulmate-besties in the bts fandom, so the implication that revali (taehyung) and mipha (jimin) are soulmate-besties is Feeding tf out of my brainworms like hell yeah. daruk and urbosa shenanigans are gonna line up perfectly with hoseok and jin's dynamic. NAMJOON (zelda) HAVING FEELINGS FOR YOONGI (link)? also lines up, these hoes have been living together for 10+ years and namjoon was practically proposing to yoongi in that one 'respect' performance.

idk.... maybe i'll come back to this, workshop it, and actually write it one day haha!

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #cryiling #botw x bts #i know most of this was just me talking about why i chose certain bts members as botw characters #but idk what else to tell y'all about rewriting a scene LMAO u know how it goes down #rewriting it with bts members will probably only have a significant impact on armys tbh #also i'm looking at the outline doc again and my best idea out of this entire au #was mixing the names of the divine beasts with bt21 characters #vah ruta? i've never heard of her i only know vah chima #vah metah.... vah rajoris..... vah rumang.....#for my non-kpop/bts mutuals and followers #you are welcome to ask any questions about anything i just said i know it was a lot

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Endless Sea, but the water is warm here Ch. 8

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Original Character

Word count: 6174

Chapters: 8/?

Genre: Modern Fantasy!AU, Idol!AU, Canon Divergent,

Warnings: NSFW, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

Overview post: https://at.tumblr.com/thearmyprof/endless-sea-but-the-water-is-warm-here/h8ruhjcuzs62

Summary:

Sometimes Eunha imagines herself living by the sea. She imagines herself sinking in sunbaked sand and Mina happily jumping in playful waves. She thinks there might have been a time in her own childhood when she visited the ocean. A time before her first visit to the realm of death. A time when she let the pull of the sun-warmed waters pull suggestively at her ankles. When she collected seashells. A time when she could take a big inhale and smell the salt water mixed with the smell of tide, the smell of life.

But daydreams and memories of oceans and sand always morph and twist eventually. The grey waters that ebb and flow with their own mystical tide, the river as vast as an ocean, are what Eunha knows. That river has no smell. She is well versed in the tugs and pulls of the water, urging her to continue her journey onward, out into that vast expanse of monotone darkness. There are some days where it almost feels easier to give in and let the river’s tide do what it wills.

Life is hard and dark until an accidental meeting on a train and an encounter her vampire landlord's ghoul throws Eunha's world colliding with Min Yoongi's. Does this become a fleeting career opportunity or the chance at a better life?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45497923

Full Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampires, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Idols, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, World of Darkness, Necromancy, Blood and Violence, Death, None of the guys though, or our two original main characters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Magic, fae bts, Soft Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Work, Single parent original female character, Softness, Soulmate!AU kind of, Mafia AU, referenced past traumatic birth (not explicit), soft adopted dad Yoongi vibes, Hospitals, referenced police, no jealousy, good communication, we believe in healthy relationships in this house even if the world is burning down

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Eunha picks up a heavy rock, a little too large for her fist and throws it overhand past the small waves lapping at the rocky shore. It makes a satisfying plopping sound as it hits the water’s surface.

“Did you see that?” the boy calls out from several paces down the rocky shore. “I think it bounced like seven times before it sank!”

“Good job, Dan,” Eunha says with a smile.

The boy runs over to her, brilliant smile across his face. He pulls her to him with one arm around her shoulder.

“What’s up, E? You’re so grumpy today,” Daniel frowns down at her. “What’s going on?”

Eunha shrugs, keeping her eyes out on the grey horizon. It’s not a true muted grey, like the other expanse of water she’s had the displeasure of seeing, but a beautiful, multidimensional grey mixed with blues. The cold wind whips up around them, enveloping them in the salty smell of the ocean.

“What if we just stayed here?” she asks, eyes still trained on distant sea and sky. “Just got a little house and stayed here together?”

“Middle of nowhere Oregon coast? Sure! Sounds good to me,” Daniel replies. “We could open an ice cream parlor. Maybe we can trick the dumber tourists into thinking this is the Twilight town.”

Despite her melancholy, Eunha snorts out a laugh. “It’s fucking freezing, Dan. Ice cream? Really?”

“Well, maybe hot chocolate when it’s cold out. Ice cream for the tourists in the summer?”

“So, a hot chocolate parlor for ten months of the year and an ice cream parlor for two?” Eunha says as she grins.

“Now you’re talking,” Dan says. “But why are we suddenly moving to the beach?”

Eunha’s smile fades and she lets out a sigh. After a pause to watch a blue heron fly overhead, she says, “My uncle just came back from Korea. My parents want me to go to school in Portland and apprentice with him.

She kicks at a rock that rolls haphazardly to the surf, but never makes it. The young man squeezes her shoulder tighter.

“I never asked for this,” Eunha says with a strangled voice. “I never fucking asked for this shit.”

“I know,” Dan says quietly. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll both be 18 soon and graduated and fuck ‘em. Right?”

“Right,” Eunha chokes out with an aborted sob. She takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “Fuck them. Just because it’s in my blood does not mean I have to follow them.”

“Fuck yes, that’s right. First step, graduation. Second step, Seoul. We’re young and we’ve got the whole world at our feet,” Dan says with a manic grin on his face. “Your dreams are going to come true. I can’t wait to be there with you when they do.”

Eunha wakes with a startled cry as the memory-turned-dream still echoes in her head. She immediately bites down on her lip to keep more sounds from waking the rest of the house. She looks down in the dim light to see Mina sleeping peacefully. Eunha lets out a sigh of relief. Mina is safe. That’s all that matters.

If she looks back on the past week, it comes to her in snapshots. Oddly still images, the movement slightly blurred. Yoongi orchestrating her discharge from the hospital. Eunha spending the rest of the day snuggled up next to Mina, whispering assurances and checking the girl over as if she were the one that had disappeared. Seeing her box of belongings sent from Rancid House. Knowing she’s been fired for being abducted. Knowing this as soon as her eyes landed on her things. Not feeling anything about it at all.

Not feeling much of anything at all.

After a day of watching movies and reading books in the living room, Eunha says she’s ready to talk. Yoongi brings in his head of security, Kim Minkyu, to sit down with Eunha to get every detail she could remember of her abductors, the club, and anything else that would help him keep everyone safe. She glosses over some of her own magical abilities, leaving her escape up to more coincidence and luck than anything else, which, if she’s honest, is fairly true. She also avoids mention of the Sidhe in Incheon or any other supernatural connections.

Upon her insistence, Yoongi sits with her for the entire conversation with Kim Minkyu. His jaw clenching and his nails digging crescents into his palms as he listened to everything that Eunha went through. Eunha, on the other hand, remains stoic and emotionless. Possibly that makes Yoongi even more furious at the situation. Despite his internal agony, he keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself, letting himself be a rock for Eunha to lean against.

Eunha also remembers at one point during the week, Yoongi and one of Yoongi’s lawyers filing an extensive grievance against the hospital for the way the staff conducted themselves around her. She had been reluctant but the lawyer made some very convincing points about accountability and the other patients that will eventually land themselves with the same awful staff. Mostly she went along with it because it took more energy to fight it than not. Mostly she just did not care to feel anything about it at all.

The week had been a lot. Eunha feels a little bit lost, as if floating outside herself, and very exhausted.

Still reeling from the dream of another seaside from a lifetime ago, Eunha slides carefully out from under the covers, biting her tongue as the pain in her rib radiates through her chest. The more superficial wounds had healed, but the rib would take weeks, the doctor said. Eunha gingerly clutches her side as she makes her way to the bathroom.

After splashing water on her face, she shuffles out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. The silent clock on the wall says it’s 4 in the morning, as she leans against the counter squinting at it while the water heats up.

“Can’t sleep?” Yoongi’s scratchy voice sounds too loud in the otherwise quiet house.

Eunha grips her own arms where they are crossed against her chest, trying not to show how startled she is. She shakes her head in reply. After a breath she asks, “Tea?”

“Please,” Yoongi murmurs and sits down on one of the stools at the counter.

Eunha glances at him. He’s in an oversized white tee and his dark hair is sticking up in odd places. What’s most alarming to her are the dark circles under his eyes.

“Are you okay, Yoongi?” she asks.

He gives a half-hearted grunt in reply.

Eunha gets two mugs out of the cupboard along with some calming tea. She lets the silence blanket them while the water begins to boil.

Once the tea is steeping in the cups and she’s leaning against the counter again, she says, “Shall I distract you with a story?”

Yoongi eyes widen in what she thinks must be veiled surprise. Eventually, he replies, “Sure.”

“When I was a teenager. My best friend and I would take these trips out to the coast. To the beach. There was a campground that almost no one, but locals knew about. I don’t remember how Dan found it in the first place, but he was good with stuff like that. Finding hidden gems.”

Eunha pauses at that comment, realizing the deeper meaning behind it—he had found her, hadn’t he, when she was hidden.

Yoongi waits patiently, eyes curious, but otherwise his body is unmoving.

“They had these yurts. Like little one room cabins, but not nearly as nice as a cabin. Honestly, they had seen better days and probably that’s why we were able to rent them for so cheap. So, when school got to be too much or we needed to let off steam, we’d just hop in Dan’s car and drive out to stay in a yurt for the weekend.”

Eunha watches as Yoongi’s lip twitch in the beginning of a smile. She grabs the mugs and sets one down in front of him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. After a sip, he asks, “Your parents just let you take off for the weekend like that?”

“Well, they didn’t strictly know,” Eunha laughs faintly at that. “They certainly didn’t know I was driving all the way to the coast to stay in a one room cabin with a boy.”

Yoongi quirks his eyebrow at that, taking a long sip of his tea.

“We weren’t really troublemakers though. Dan was a straight-A student. The worst thing we did on our beach weekends was hustle the local arcade out of their cute stuffed toys because they didn’t know how to stack the crane machine the right way. Made it way too easy to win the toys.”

Eunha smiles at the memory. She laughs as she says, “The stink eye that the manager of that place gave us. Dan would shove the stuffed animals into my arm, grab my hand, and whisper dramatically ‘run’ and we’d be off running back to our little yurt.”

Eunha takes a sip of tea, trying to hold onto the happiness of the memory a little longer. She says, “I don’t know why I was thinking of that all of the sudden. I had a dream about it. That’s why I woke up. Remembering those weekends on the coast. Feels like another lifetime. I guess it is almost like another lifetime.”

“Sounds fun,” Yoongi says. “Sounds like my teenage self who used to sneak out to underground rap shows and competitions.”

“Yeah,” Eunha smiles in agreement. She winces slightly when she chuckles, rib aching. “Growing up in Korea must have been so different. I feel like I had a lot of freedom, growing up in the States.”

“You grew up in the U.S.?” Yoongi asks. This time the surprise is clear on his face.

“Yeah, my parents moved us over when I was pretty young,” Eunha says. “We were living in the middle of nowhere Oregon. Very pretty, but very lonely. Dan was one of my only friends growing up. Mina was actually born there.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he contemplates this information.

Eunha finishes her tea and rinses her mug in the sink. When she turns back Yoongi is sipping down the last of his cup.

“Where is Dan now?” Yoongi asks as he stands to take his cup to the sink to rinse.

Eunha feels the lump in her throat and tries to swallow it down. When she trusts herself, she says, “He died. But it was a while ago now. Guess it’s been a little over 9 years.”

Yoongi is frozen at his place at the sink. After a few seconds, it’s like someone hit the “play” button and he unpauses to set the mug down on the drying rack. He turns to face Eunha and she can’t bear to look at his face when he says, “I’m really sorry, Eunha.”

Eunha just shakes her head. “It was a long time ago.”

“Sometimes that doesn’t matter. Not really,” Yoongi says softly.

Eunha shakes her head again and can feel a single tear track down her cheek. “No, sometimes it doesn’t.”

Before she knows what’s happening, Yoongi embraces her in a hug. Nothing too overpowering or intrusive, just enough to be considered a hug. His chin is lightly hooked over her shoulder, barely touching. But it’s the most friendly contact she’s had with another person who isn’t Mina in a long time. And everywhere his body is touching hers, she can feel the warm buzz settling under her skin. Instead of the frenetic feeling of life that overwhelms, she feels settled, sated. It’s almost like the resonance between his soul and her own is at such a harmony that everything feels a little bit more complete.

“You feel so alive,” Eunha whispers before her filter snaps into place.

“What?” Yoongi asks, his hands gently pressing, palms splayed, up and down her back.

“I- I can feel souls through touch,” Eunha says. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all of this.”

“I want to know, if you want to tell me,” Yoongi murmurs. She can feel his warm breath along her neck, sending goosebumps rising across her skin.

Eunha swallows. She is surprised at how very much she does want to tell him. “I can feel a person’s soul, but mostly on physical contact. It can be a lot.”

Yoongi tenses and goes to pull away, but Eunha shoots her arms forward to wrap around his waist and pull him back in. She plants herself more firmly against his chest, chin tucked in, face buried at his collarbone.

“Please stay,” Eunha whispers so quietly, she’s positive Yoongi can’t actually hear her. “You make me feel safe.”

As soon as she says the words out loud, she feels like she’s plummeting off a cliff—a very tall cliff. Yoongi does make her feel safe and that’s terrifying. She’s not trusted or relied on another person, let alone allowed someone to make her feel safe, in almost a decade. Instead she has only known fear and loneliness and death. While she supposedly is the one that can tame the waters in the river of Death, she feels death follows the people in her life as if vindictive against her personally. As much as she wants to feel safe in Yoongi’s arms, to feel the beautiful resonance of their two souls, she wants to keep him safe more.

“I- I need to go check on Mina. You- you should go back to sleep. There’s still time left before the day really starts,” Eunha says as she’s pulling away from Yoongi’s embrace. “Good night, Yoongi-ssi.”

Without looking back she walks quickly down the hallway. There is an aching hole in her chest that has nothing to do with her broken rib.

Eunha stands in the shower, staring blankly at the tiled wall in front of her, letting the hot water run over her, steam clouding the room. A week passes and sleep becomes increasingly elusive. Each night, she awakens, unrested, not from reliving nightmares of the club or Park Donghyun, but of bittersweet memories of a time long past. She feels exhausted and utterly numb. She doesn’t know how long she stands in the shower, feeling nothing but the sensation of hot water massaging her tired muscles, until she finally goes through the motions of getting out, drying off, and padding back into the bedroom.

She watches moonlight track across the floor of the guest room while Mina sleeps soundly next to her. After so many nights awake in the wee hours, Eunha’s become accustomed to the silence. She’s not thinking of the dreams (nightmares) that woke her up. She’s not thinking of the tasks she needs to complete tomorrow (there are none). She’s not thinking about the fact that she’s unemployed and needs to find a job. She’s not thinking about Mina, holed away in this fancy Hannam the Hill apartment, who deserves a normal childhood. She’s not thinking of anything at all. If anything, her mind is blessedly blank—grey like the river in Death and just as calm.

The sun rises and Mina stirs. Eunha continues to sit while her daughter gets ready for the day and leaves the room, presumably to get breakfast Yoongi most likely prepared—as he has been doing every day since their arrival. Eunha ignores the goings-on around her, feeling heavy like her limbs are filled with stones. Her head is fuzzy, like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and all the thoughts she might have are too sleepy to come out.

“Eunha-ssi?” Eunha hears a voice calling her name. How long have they been calling her name?

She looks up to see Seokjin standing a little awkwardly in the doorway. Jacket on as if he just arrived or is just leaving. The hand he has leaning against the doorframe is fidgeting with the wood edging.

“I was wondering if your Mina would like to come to a birthday party for my nephew. He’s young, but some older cousins are invited. I thought it might be nice for her to play with some other kids? I thought it would be nice for her to get out of the house for a little bit,” he says, looking a little nervous.

Eunha blinks at him trying to process his words. After a moment, she asks, “Did you ask her already?”

“Oh, well, I did mention it, just to see if she was interested,” he answers. “She seemed interested?”

“Oh,” Eunha says. That’s unexpected.

“I can go with her, if you don’t want her going with hyung alone,” Yoongi chimes in as he sidles up behind Jin in the doorway. “She didn’t seem that worried about it though. You could stay and get some rest.”

“Oh,” Eunha says again.

The two men in the door watch Eunha carefully. She doesn’t notice the worried creases in their brows or their slightly downturned lips or the tension they are carrying in their shoulders.

“Okay, I mean, if she’s okay with it,” Eunha says. She thinks her voice sounds far away, but she’s pretty sure she’s the one talking. “But please go with her?”

She asks the last question directly of Yoongi, giving him a glance in the eye. She drops her gaze again as soon as she sees his quick nod of assent.

When the men leave the room again, Eunha continues staring at the floor wondering how long she’d been in the same position. Her joints creak and her head pounds as she finally moves to get up. She realizes, for the first time since the abduction, that maybe something is wrong with her. The word “depression” floats through her consciousness, but doesn’t find much to attach itself to.

Still, despite the weight in her limbs and on her chest, feeling more motivation than she’s felt since fleeing the rooftop apartment, Eunha showers and changes into fresh clothes. Then she retrieves her haegeum case from the corner where she’d stashed all the things Yoongi had rescued from Rancid House. She looks around the room and decides on the spot of carpeting that is currently bathed in afternoon sunlight.

Sitting cross-legged, she opens the instrument case and runs her fingers lovingly across the picture tucked into the pocket. Then she pulls out the haegeum and bow, tightening the strings, thinking of the symbols she wants to use first. She pauses for only a moment and then bends over to grab a pen out of the haegeum case as well.

Knowing how well spelled and protected the apartment building is, Eunha does not waste too much energy on the protective spell around her own body. It’s only there as a precaution and as a warning to any other apartment occupants not to accidentally disturb her. Then she pulls the symbols for warmth, entangling them with the sunlight already present around her body. Strengthening the natural environment is easier than conjuring something from scratch. This type of heat, too, should help carry her as far as she needs to go in the river—much further than her latest jaunts into death.

Before she steps into death, she visualizes the symbols for messages, light, and connection, with a drawn out note on her haegeum. A small paper lantern appears in front of her lap. Taking the pen, she writes a small prayer on the outer paper of the lantern and then tucks it to herself, careful not to rip the delicate construction.

The river is cold, but the sun-strengthened warmth that encases her body helps fight off the frigidness. Eunha allows herself a moment to get her bearings. She lets herself do something she hasn’t in over a decade. She shuts her eyes, feeling out with her senses, the terrain under the water, trying to triangulate her location. Once she has a good idea of where she is, she makes sure her haegeum and bow are secure in one hand and the delicate lantern is secure in the other. She slowly steps forward, feet finding their way on well worn paths beneath the tricky water’s surface. While she might fight the memories of her training in the ways of death, her body remembers. So, she walks, carefully but confidently, further into death.

Yoongi already regrets letting Seokjin-hyung convince him to take Mina to this birthday party. It’s chaos. There are children from infant to pre-teen running around everywhere, seemingly hopped up on candy, cake, and excitement. He and Mina stand, his hands resting protectively on Mina’s tense, tiny shoulders in front of him, and watch as children run past screaming.

A middle-aged woman, wearing a green apron and looking considerably overwhelmed, walks by. She pauses at the two strange statue-like people in the front hallway.

“Come on it, no need to stand at the door,” she says and waves the two into the home. “There are drinks in the kitchen.”

There’s a look of faint amusement on her face as Yoongi startles, realizing they are being somewhat rude. He remains speechless, though, as another (or is it the same and they are just running in circles?) gaggle of children run by screaming.

The woman chuckles to herself and says, “Once you settle your daughter, the adults are all in the dining room. They are going to do cake in about a half an hour.”

Trying to process what the woman is saying with chaos continually erupting around them, his brain also catches the fact that this stranger had assumed Mina is his daughter. His body reacts first, flushing hot in embarrassment. He can feel the blush blossoming across his skin all the way to his ears. He’s thankful for the bucket hat pulled snugly over his head and the mask on his face.

He glances down at Mina now, checking to make sure she’s not too uncomfortable. She’s standing directly in front of him, back plastered to his legs. His large hands are still draped carefully on her shoulders. She doesn’t seem to be listening to the woman at all, but focusing on the chaos swirling around them.

What Yoongi asks out loud, when he finally realizes he should be conversing instead of staring, the horror clear in his tone, “You mean these children haven’t even had cake yet?”

“No, of course not,” the woman answers curtly, completely missing the tone of Yoongi’s question. Before she can continue talking to Yoongi, something catches her eye from the other room. She yells, “Oh Minho, put that down this instant. I will call your mother!”

She storms off without a backward glance to dumbstruck pair in the front hall. After a few moments of standing frozen, Yoongi moves to kneel in front of Mina, hands still comfortingly grasping her shoulders. He doesn’t know if it’s for her comfort or his.

“Mina-yah, if this is too much, we can go home, okay?” Yoongi looks into the little girl’s face to see if he could read how she’s feeling.

She looks at him distractedly, eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the chaos swirling outside their little bubble.

“Mina-yah?” Yoongi tries again. “Do you want to go?”

She gives a small, quick shake of her head and takes a step closer to Yoongi.

“You want to stay?” he asks, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Mina nods one quick nod, but otherwise remains still.

“Okay,” he says as he gives a squeeze to her shoulders. “How about we stick together for a bit?”

Another quick nod from the girl and Yoongi stands slowly. He relinquishes her shoulders to face the maelstrom within the apartment.

They find a semi-quiet corner to sequester themselves in. Mina sits, nestled up against Yoongi’s side as if he will disappear if Mina loses physical contact, and watches the children run around. Yoongi is scrolling through his phone, perfectly content to spend the entire party just like this. Fate and busybody mothers, it seems, feel he need not be left in peace.

A group of women, perhaps a decade older than himself, gravitate toward him from wherever they had been previously, clearly drawn to the new face in the crowd.

“Who do we have here?” one of the women asks.

Yoongi looks up from his phone to see the women, five of them, and all pretty, put together in a bougie Seoul-elite way, and all staring at the awkward pair of wallflowers. He can’t tell who spoke as they ring around him, so he doesn’t know who to address, which is just as well since he doesn’t really want to respond anyway.

“I think they came with Seokjin-ah, dear boy,” a woman with platinum blonde hair says.

Another one of them titters and says, “Hyorin, you sound like such an ahjumma. Seokjinnie-ah is not that much younger than us. Are you Seokjin’s friend?”

All the women turn to face Yoongi expectantly. Yoongi swallows. He says with a small bow, “Uh, yes, nice to meet you. I’m just escorting the daughter of a family friend today.”

He winces to himself internally when he realizes he’s thrown Mina under the bus a bit, but she doesn’t seem to mind. When he glances at her, she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to the now-gawking women at all, but rather watching further into the room as children continue to run around screaming.

“Did you want to go and play?” Yoongi murmurs to her. A quick shake of her head lets him know they will probably be sitting here for a bit longer.

The women soon give up trying to converse with Yoongi and Mina once they realize one is only going to give them single word answers and the other doesn’t speak at all. However, much to Yoongi’s dismay, they don’t leave either, but instead stay floating around the quiet pair gossiping amongst themselves. He does realize at some point one of them actually recognizes him and somehow telepathically relays that information to the rest of the group because, while they don’t pry, they do seem very keen on keeping him a part of the conversation.

“Did you hear about Counselman Yong Songjin?” the blonde woman asks, leaning in as if worried about being overheard.

A couple of the women nod and they all look solemn as if someone had died.

“You mean that young, good looking one?” another woman answers eventually. “The one with the video scandal?”

“Yes, that’s the one!” a different woman replies.

The blonde nods and says, “Some are saying they want to hold an emergency election and have him removed.”

She leans even further in and all the other women follow suit, creating a tight wall of bodies around Yoongi and Mina. Yoongi shifts uncomfortably at their proximity and regrets leaving his bodyguard in the car.

“Mental illness,” the blonde whispers. “That’s what they’re saying.”

The women let out surprised gasps. Yoongi works hard to not roll his eyes at the dramatic scene.

“But he’s so young,” someone says.

“And handsome,” another says.

The women titter. As if the mental stability of a government official is some light-hearted joke.

“What scandal?” Yoongi hears himself say out loud. He immediately clamps his jaw shut with a click. He is not interested in participating in this farce of a conversation.

More gasps from the women, this time at his horrifying ignorance of current events.

The blonde is the one that gives him a pitying look before explaining, “Counselman Yong Songjin has been going around saying that vampire and magic are real. And not only real, but happening all around us.”

“Of course vampires are real, Hyorin-ssi,” another woman says. “Just because that sort of thing doesn’t happen around here, doesn’t mean it’s not real. No, what Counselman Yong is saying is that vampires are in control of everything. He’s saying they control the banks, the businesses, the government.”

A couple of the women shudder.

“Soyeon-ssi, not so loud,” the blonde says. Then her eyes flicker down to Mina, as if remembering there is a child present. “Let’s not speak of such taboo things now. If the Counselman is correct, then I hope he does as he says and steps up to fix things. We can just have magicians and vampires running around the nicer parts of Seoul unchecked, now can we?”

“You don’t think this is a ploy for the next election, do you?” one of the other women says.

“Well, he’s handsome enough for my vote, crazy or not,” the blonde retorts, giggling. The other women respond with their own conspiratorial giggles.

Yoongi’s brow furrows as he thinks about what he just learned. Granted, he’s been a bit distracted the last few weeks and not been keeping up with current news. He files the conversation away for now, and mentally reminds himself to look up more about this counselman later.

Suddenly, the woman in the green apron that had talked to Yoongi and Mina in the front hallway appears, shoving her way between two of the women. She looks around, suspiciously, and then says, “We’re going to light the candles on the cake now. Come sing.”

All the women disperse immediately, excited at the birthday party’s progress. Yoongi stands up, grumbling under his breath about how the children at this party certainly did not need any more sugar. He reaches down and takes Mina’s hand in his. She sticks close to his leg as they follow the gaggle of tittering gossips to the cake.

The waters of death can be quite tricky. When one looks out on the river, their eyes meet an expansive grey plane, as if looking on the largest and calmest of oceans. However, any good traveler in death knows this is an illusion. The river itself has many currents that pull a wanderer this way and that. And the ground under one’s feet is not a flat riverbed, but rather a terrain all its own with elevation gains and losses and treacherous cliffs. The river at the entryway to death is shallow, flat, and calm. The deeper into death one walks, the more perilous the path becomes.

Eunha doesn’t know how long she’s been walking for. Time also loses much of its meaning in death. Here, time is slippery and doesn’t match the plane of the living. Here, everything is hazardous.

She trudges forward, slowly and carefully, feeling for a sure footing with each step. While her body propels her further down her path by rote memory, the river is also eager for her to continue, not putting up much of a fight as she walks. If anything, the waters seem to playfully pull and tug at her body, urging her on, urging her to be faster.

She doesn’t give into that playfulness, though. She knows to keep her guard up. One wrong move and she can slip. Once under the water, it would surely pull her along further faster than she wants. She’s not ready for that journey yet.

The further Eunha travels on, the colder the water becomes around her. The depth has water lapping at her waist as she walks and she’s glad for the extra-strength warming spell she cast before she entered the river. Even with it warming her corporeal body, the iciness of the water is starting to numb her lower half.

Finally, she reaches the spot she’s been looking for. To the untrained eye, nothing looks different about this spot in the river. If not for the water being waist deep, this could be the entrance of the river. However, Eunha feels the insistent tug here and feels the bend in the path at her feet. She’s come to the first gateway in the river.

The gateways, like the river itself, can be tricky to travelers. They are meant to be the passageways, seven in total, that the dead pass through on their final journey. As they are carried along by the river, the gateways signify the distance the soul has from their previous life. Souls trying to come back to life must be incredibly strong to pass back through the gateways upriver. Each gateway holding its own traps and deceptions to prevent such malfeasance.

The air here is different, too, not the stale nothingness that the river has smelled of thus far. The air has hints of dark and damp, an earthy and loamy scent. Despite the smell and the almost-frantic pull of the current, the gateway is soundless—the embodiment of a deathly silence.

For what Eunha is about to do, she knows she needs to be at least to the first gateway. She hopes this is far enough for what she’s planning. She’s not come prepared to travel further than this today.

Haegeum and bow still held tight in one hand, Eunha holds the paper lantern in front of her face. She squints at it to make sure no harm came to it while she was traversing the river. Happy that it is still intact, she sets it gently on the surface of the water.

She bends over to get closer to the floating lantern, bobbing softly in the current. She imagines the symbols for summoning, visitation, and smooth sailing. After taking in a deep breath, Eunha lets out a hum and blows on the lantern. A small flame flickers to life inside of it and it sets off on the course made by her breath.

She straightens up and watches the lantern float away past the gateway and out onto the horizon of the river. She repeats the prayer she had written on the outside of the lantern’s paper to herself as she watches it go.

Only when the lantern and its faint glowing light are no longer visible against the monotonous landscape does Eunha allow herself to think. The first thing she thinks is to question whether she should be doing this. She doesn’t let the thought plague her for long. Instead, she turns her attention to the heavy feeling inside of her, the numbness of emotion that’s overtaken her the last couple of weeks. Something is wrong, she knows it. However, that worry doesn’t spark the anxiety she thinks it should. That thought in and of itself is worrying. Still, it’s a worry that feels distant and apart from her.

Everything below her waist slowly goes numb. She thinks she should be worrying about that too. If her legs and feet are numb, it’s going to be harder, more treacherous, on her way back to the doorway home. She can’t do anything about that now, though. She’s already used the lantern. She knows to turn back before it has had its effect will be a waste, with the lantern’s limited uses. Plus, she rationalizes to herself, if she doesn’t stay to make sure the lantern has worked the way it is supposed to, she won’t know what other accidental souls might be summoned.

Mostly, thought, she just doesn’t feel enough to care. She knows she should be preserving her life. There are reasons to be home. Mina. Her music. Yoongi. But she doesn’t feel much of anything at all. Only a logical, disconnected voice in her head, telling her she will want to be alive later when emotion returns, keeps her from letting go entirely where she stands.

Before long she can see the shimmer of a figure approaching on what appears to be the horizon of the water. The shimmer is faint, the greyness infusing the person, as happens to all souls who reside here. At first, the shimmer is faint and Eunha has to squint to see it. But soon, the figure is getting closer, making their way up the river.

They aren’t walking, but rather floating along the surface, as if their feet are made of light buoys under the water. They bob and float, rather than walk like a corporeal body would. The stillness of the water helps them traverse the space quickly.

In what feels like a blink of an eye, the person—or rather, soul of a person—is before Eunha. They are all grey and blurry, edges all undefined. The waters of death have eroded away this soul as it does all souls who come here, until they are simply part of the river again, ready to be poured out again in life.

Eunha smiles at the floating soul in front of her, not really able to make out recognizable shapes or patterns of the person they used to be. But their vibrations she recognizes. Their soul she is intimately familiar with. Even though the soul doesn’t have a discernible face, she feels them returning her smile.

However, when the soul comes to a floating stop in front of her and speaks, the voice is the same as it has always been. Waves of nostalgia and longing run through Eunha’s body as she hears the familiar, “What’s up, E?”

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I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 688 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (8%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware, momentarily forgot when he tried to kiss her. TRIED. SPOILER). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they also kinda reflect Yoongi's thoughts during those moments. UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

A/N: Thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series.

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

Don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback on what you think about this story :)

Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed at the board making a few people around glare at me. I walked towards the information desk where they rescheduled my flight to the following week if weather conditions at home got better in the next two days. Once that was settled, I hurriedly ran out of the airport with my hand carry and backpack, and hailed a cab back to my hotel to book a room for another two days, instead of going back to my cousin's house. As I laid on the bed, relishing the cold air of the air conditioner when I decided to take a shower and change clothes before taking an afternoon cat nap. Rummaging through my backpack for something to wear when my book fell out of my bag. Picking it up, I examine the cover and flip the pages with my thumb, stopping at a page I bookmarked with a random receipt that had scribbles. Reading what I wrote.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

I stare at the words I wrote for a good second before I finally remember what it was about and who was Suga. I got up leaving the book on the bed as I went to the bathroom to shower, music playing loudly on my phone that I carried with me.

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"That cannot be today!" I scoff as I reach for my phone and see that it was already 2:45pm making me gasp dropping the phone on the sink as I duck my head back under the shower head trying to hurriedly finish rinsing, "You fucking irresponsible idiot!" I yell, scolding myself as I rubbed shampoo off of my stinging eyes.

Getting on a cab, I give the driver directions telling him to floor it as I silently pray I don't start smelling like sweat by the time i got to my destination fanning myself with the map of California that I had first bought when I arrived earlier in the summer. We were near the pier when the traffic started, the street looked like a damned parking lot. I looked outside the window wondering if I could make it if I either walk fast or run.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It gets worse to be honest with you," the old man says "The pier is just over there you see?" he points a shaky finger at the ferris wheel "You could just run to get there or walk, I just hope your date doesn't mind if you start smelling like the ocean and sweat combined," he kindly smiles.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

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The Companion 3

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a roller coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Fluff. Bit of pandemic talk. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 2k

A/N: We're back to Y/N's pov. I was supposed to post this on Sunday but I fell asleep too early, my sleep cycle is fcked because of insomnia.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be a hybrid!Jimin fanfic. 👀.... I can turn it into that we still got time i guess.. lemme know what you think, comment down beloowww. Search author_effie on the birdapp.

Sorry it's pretty short. Enjoyyyy

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I stare at the empty lobby of Hybe waiting as per the instruction of Jimin. It's been two weeks since the trip to the grocery and the last time I saw Jimin, and within that time Jimin and I settled for phone calls and when he had the time, video calls usually before midnight. But little did he know I slept past 3am due to the what seemed to be never ending jetlag.

"Ms. Y/N?" I heard a voice call my name, looking up I see the receptionist bowing. I bow back as I greet her "Good morning,"

"This way please," she says as she leads me to a door guarded by security. She reaches over to the guard who hands her an ID with a black lanyard that she hands to me. It had my picture from my resume and my name in English under the Korean characters, along with my job title, Executive Secretary. If they only knew...

Before entering the elevator, she teaches me how to use the biometrics system to clock in whenever I arrive and to enter the code I'll receive from Jimin. The ride up the elevator was silent and quick, as soon as we arrived at our designated floor she leads me towards another door that had another security guard waiting outside.

"She's Park Jimin's personal assistant," she informs them as they nod and open the door for me. I say my thanks and walk in as quietly as I can. The room was filled thumping, squeaking and loud music playing on the speakers of an English song I didn't recognize, but the voices I definitely recognized. Eyes gazing around the large, somewhat dark room that looked a basketball court inside the building I find seven men singing and dancing to a new song. Their manager walks up to me and greets me with a smile, hand extended to shake my hand.

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Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 3 - Miss Right in her Converse High

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

Don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback on what you think about this story :)

Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Namjoon stares at me as if I've lost my mind, he's not wrong. It's been years since I've lost my mind, I just keep growing more and more insane.

"What makes you say that hyung?"

>Converse converse i really hate a converse<

"She still wears those god damned shoes," I grunt as I close the car door too hard making Jungkook who was sitting in the back with Hobi whining and complaining about how I shut the door to hard. Namjoon chuckles as he gently closes the passenger door and walks up next to me, "You've been saying that for years, hyung. Fuck, you even wrote a great track out of it."

"I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or if she's just fucking clueless that it's about her," I huff as I watch her run towards an ice cream truck, "It's literally me telling her to wear something aside from those damn shoes, she'd look in something else,"

>On your gorgeous appearance, black sheer tights and stilettos will be good

Yeah, they’ll be too good to be true

But, what will suit you even better are Jordan numbers

Together with your body, it turns me on even more<

"So you did say in the song," Namjoon agrees "Maybe she thinks its just another song of ours,"

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Girl of My Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst (squint in tiny), Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warnings: Underage reader (first few chapters). Lyrics in the chapters are not in order. Mentioned lyrics are not just Yoongi's parts. Warnings will be mentioned per chapter.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Disclaimer: Quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol. Not all songs will be included just the ones that will tug on your heartstrings😏😇

*thank you doolsetbangtan and other blogs that I will mention per chapter that translated and explained all BTS songs*

Girl of My Dreams

Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Miss Right in her Converse High

I NEED U / RUN

DNA / Pied Piper

FAKE LOVE

Trivia: Seesaw

Pluto and the Truth Untold

Make it Right

Boy with Luv / HOME

Savage Love / Telepathy

My Universe

Girl of My Dreams - Finale

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My #1 post of 2022

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (?). Age gap.

Warning(s): Sentences in italics are English words translated to Korean (that sounded confusing but I said what I said). Cursing. Underage reader at one point (Yoongi didn't know and tried to ask her out)... Spoiler lol. Mentions of MC being tipsy. A bit of angst at the end. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: The summary was really the idea or the question that came to mind, though we all know that Yoongi is undeniably a genius in any topic you throw at him, his idea of love is always what gets me. And his part in Girl of My Dreams sparked my thoughts - he's a hopeless romantic. Other might think he's very serious and cold but I think he's very romantic and sweet, even at times clingy. For now here's my idea on how it would be if he had a muse - which one day, of course, will happen when he gets married to his s/o and have kids they would be the lucky ones because they're his muses in life.

Enjoy this one!!!

P.S: this is my 2nd fanfic for BTS lol and I became an Army during the Dynamite era (though I knew them since I saw For You and Idol). sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. Do feel free to correct me but please remember that this is a fanfic, some stuff are meant to be different!! 😅💜

Please don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback. Please don't be a silent reader🥺! My ask box is also open as well as my permanent taglist if you wanna get tagged for future stories. There are probably more parts after this, just ask if you wanna be added to the taglist ;)

aaand... Happy, Happy Birthday to the best of the best, our one and only Min Yoongi (lil meow meow). We love you. Stay healthy💜 Borahaeeeeee

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"Y/n?" I call to her and she hums in question looking up from her book.

"Do you think I would sound cool if I sing?" ask her twirling my ballpen in my fingers, I stopped myself from murdering the button to click it open and close repeatedly out of being nervous.

Her pouty lips curl inwards to stop herself from laughing and she shut her eyes as she removes her glasses.

"Be honest, please," I beg with a smile already knowing the answer but I wanted to hear her voice she's been quiet ever since she sat on the couch in my studio and hid behind the pages of her book, a romance novel. All I could hear when I put my headphones away were the quiet humming of the air conditioner and humidifier, and her flipping pages on her book.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like Jin hyung or Jimin, or Taehyung or even Jungkook," I explained "Even Namjoon and Hoseok sound good when they're singing," she snort laughs and starts giggling hiding her face in between the book, "I can carry a tune, I'm a rapper, I can sing just not as amazing as the vocal line!" I exclaim and she guffawed "Ya~! I'm serious!" I tease her though she knows I'm not serious.

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reblog this if you think that min yoongi is a soft marshmallow babe

#bts #bangtan #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts suga #agust d #is2g if i see one more person say that yoongi is a cold asshole type of guy #im gonna fight #(ง •̀_•́)ง #m:txt #m:all

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Changing One's Tune (7)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word Count: 3.4K

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Your body was frozen, feeling as if someone literally dumped ice cold water over your head. This was not supposed to happen… he wasn’t supposed to be here! Are the rest of the guys here?! Frantically looking around the park, you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary or anyone familiar for that matter.

“Don’t worry Y/N, no one is here but me,” Namjoon eased your concerns, noticing how you tensed, and fear was shown clear in your eyes as they darted around every corner.

“My apologizes, sir. I believe you’re mistaken because I don’t know a Yoongi and my name is… J,” You winced at the terrible excuse of a name, it was just one letter, but you couldn’t think of anything else. Moving a piece of your hair as a mustache, you got up from the bench and made a run for it, not giving time for Namjoon to say anything.

Running into the elevator, you sighed in relief and slummed against the cold elevator wall as the door was about to close shut from pressing the floor button. However, a single hand stopped it from closing as it opened back up to see Namjoon, his height towering over you had dread filling your heart.

“I… God, please don’t hurt me,” You whimpered as tears filled your eyes when it was just the two of you, a single hand placing over your heart as a panic attack begin to take place. Your whole-body trembling as you slid to the floor, wishing nothing more to curl into a little ball. The thought of punishment had you feeling weak, and you hated it.

“Hey… hey, it’s okay—No one said anything about hurting you,” Namjoon frowned, crouching down as he tried to wipe away the tears falling but backing away immediately when you flinched and shut your eyes as if preparing for an assault. “Look we don’t even have to talk, just please take a deep breath. You need to calm down.”

Opening your eyes slightly, tears blurred your vision to see Namjoon far away from your body, sitting on the ground with worried eyes. It wasn’t long before he started to just talk about random things and memories with that guys that had you choking back a laugh, the stories taking your mind off your concerns and fears for a while.

“Why don’t we get out of this elevator? I’m sure people will be creeped out if they saw two people sitting here all day, they might think we moved into this contraption,” Namjoon joked as the elevator door dinged, opening at the destination you wanted. He got up from the floor, brushing off his pants before offering a single hand towards you with a kind smile.

Hesitantly, you flinched when softly brushing your fingers with his until gripping the hand fully, Namjoon slowly helping to your feet. When you both walked out of the elevator, no one said a word and you were grateful for the silence to get your head together.

“I want to apologize,” Namjoon mumbled after immediately finding a soft black blanket from Yoongi’s room once inside the apartment. Slow movements handing it to you to not make you uncomfortable, as the scent had your stress melting away, curling around the blanket. Though the apology had you squirming in your seat, not knowing what he meant.

Sorry for what? Is he apologizing because he’s going to tell!? The thought had your tail puffing up on being forced to go back to your old owners, flashes of constantly hiding from being punished had you stuffing your face in the blanket to calm down.

“I should’ve known better…”

Wait, what?

You’re head snapped up hearing those four words, eyes widening in shock seeing Namjoon look at the floor in sadness, playing with his fingers nervously. “I… I was there when Yoongi first took you to the hospital, and heard about the, um, the damage that was done to you,” He explained slowly.

The confession made you stiff since you didn’t remember any of this. The only part you remembered was Yoongi and then many people fading in and out as gentle hands were touching your cat body where you felt the most pain. Damage… did this mean that they? No… no. Suddenly you felt nauseas at having someone know what you’ve been suffering from for years, the nightmares you’ve had almost every night, the fear of actually waking up every morning since being with Yoongi and praying you’re not back in that house.

“I didn’t think much about it, only that whoever did what they did to an innocent cat was a horrible human being. Now, that I know your actually a hybrid and thinking back on it… I’m so sorry that happened to you and when I approached you, I wasn’t thinking—God, you must’ve been terrified,” Namjoon finally looked up, and tears were in his eyes.

He’s crying… for you. The proof was clear as day when a tear drop slid down his cheeks, warmth spread through your heart seeing someone crying instead of pitying you. Licking your lips, wetting them from going dry, you asked the question you’ve been wanting to know ever since seeing his face.

“…You’re not going to punish or force me to go back with them, are you?” You asked quietly, feeling smaller than a pebble.

Silence passed for a long moment, and for a slight second you feared the worse until a body engulfed you in a tight hug. The affection had you stilling in place, as your face was buried into Namjoon’s chest. “Never would I allow one of my friends to live with someone that evil. I’m sure the others and Yoongi would feel the same way, hell—Yoongi would probably fight everyone to keep you from going back there.”

Friends? You’ve never had a friend before and friend didn’t seem to fit with what Yoongi was. A sob went through you, clenching onto Namjoon’s shirt as you buried yourself further in his chest and a laugh escaped. However, when a rumble went through your body is when you accidently shoved Namjoon a little too hard away from you.

“What’s that? That rumbling inside me? It happened before—Am I sick?!” You freaked out, Namjoon looking at you in confusion before he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, hearing a soft sound that got louder and feeling the vibrations. Laughter broke free, his body shaking in amusement at your confused expression before explaining, “No, you’re not sick. Y/N, your purring. It’s something that felines do when their happy.”

Happy…? A small smile formed on your face when another purr went through your body, “I, I think I like being happy,” You said, Namjoon chuckling at your confession. “Good, because that’s all your going to feel when living with Yoongi and hanging out with us. Oh, wait until the guys find out!” Namjoon shouted excitedly, pulling out his phone only for you to panic and grab it.

“No! —I… just no! Promise me, you won’t tell! Please!” You begged, watching as his face scrunch up in concern and confusion. The hybrids were already suspecting and having Namjoon in on the secret seemed too much for you to handle if he told Yoongi the truth. This was something you weren’t quite ready for just yet.

“Why? You can’t keep this from him forever, you know. I promise that Yoongi won’t bite… much,” Namjoon playfully jokes to lighten the mood, hoping that he could convince you enough to come out with the truth.

“I know… Least, now I know since you already figured it out—I’m just not ready to yet… Promise me that you won’t say anything! Please?” You were desperate this time, practically tumbling off the couch to beg on the floor if that’s what it would take.

“Okay, okay. I promise not to tell him, but!” Namjoon eased your worries away as you waited for him to finish with wide eyes, “… you have to promise me that you’ll tell him yourself when you’re ready, AND you will try to get out of your shell—I’m not even saying to do it for us, but for yourself. Start small… maybe interact with Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Hoseok more. They’re real fond of you,” He finished with a cheeky grin as you thought it over.

“Deal, but you can’t rush me. It’s… not easy. I’ve never had any social interaction with others before,” You avoided eye contact, Namjoon nodding in understanding as he smiled brightly that you would at least try. That was all he was asking anyways; he wasn’t expecting for you to go parading with the four hybrids like best buddies.

“How did you even figure it out?” You asked shortly after a while, still processing that someone knew you were a hybrid and wasn’t going to turn you in or say anything. Namjoon was human so it was impossible to detect any short of hybrid scent, and you don’t remember giving any little hint away.

“From the way the guys were acting earlier today, kind of hard to ignore that. It wasn’t until during the movie at the theater was when I figure it out and made up an excuse to rush right over. Then I saw you with Yoongi’s favorite hat and hoodie… and that’s how it went from there,” Namjoon teased, hitting the hat lightly with a single finger that had you blushing in embarrassment, forgetting half of what you were wearing was Yoongi’s clothes.

Though before more could be said, both your attention went towards the door when it started to slowly open. Quickly transforming back into your cat form when Namjoon wasn’t looking as Seokjin stepped through the door with an annoyed expression.

“Yah! You said that you forgot your phone! I’ve been waiting in the car for practically half an hour, did you find it or were you planning to take a nap?” Seokjin asked with a light glare seeing the blanket draped over the couch, knowing it wasn’t there when they left. Namjoon looked around, noticing how you disappeared immediately as he gave the oldest a sheepish smile making him roll his eyes playfully.

The door opened again, laughing being heard as the rest came through the door with bright smiles and leftover popcorn bags in their hand. “Guys, where the hell have you’ve been?” Yoongi questioned with a gummy smile, placing a small bag on the table from stopping by the store on the way back.

“Yeah, you missed the rest of the movie,” Jungkook said, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth, humming in delight at the buttery and slightly salty taste.

“Great… you owe me a fresh homemade meal for this. Wait—On second thought, just buy me dinner,” Seokjin corrected himself, remembering the disaster that happened when Namjoon tried to cook food. Along with him always breaking things with a single touch, they had to practically call the fire department on that day.

“What were you doing anyways?” Jimin asked curiously, scrunching up his nose when smelling something different about Namjoon’s scent.

“Trying to find my phone, and then I was checking to make sure Y/N was okay, but I don’t know where she’s hiding,” Namjoon shrugged, feeling bad of the white lie that came out of his mouth, seeing everyone nod as Yoongi brightened up at the mentioned of you.

“Did you try calling out for her?” Yoongi asked curiously, calling your name softly as he whistled. Not expecting Hoseok to screech in fear and jump off the couch when something underneath the blanket moved around, only sighing in relief when seeing your little cat head pop out with a meow.

“She scared me! God, I’m just glad that I didn’t accidently sit on her,” Hoseok whined, taking a deep breath as Jimin and Jungkook teased him, Taehyung laughing to himself seeing the dog hybrid dramatically place a hand above his heart.

Yoongi chuckled at his friends, gently untangling you from the blanket when seeing you have trouble from your tail being caught. “Yeah, well… I think we're all glad you didn’t squish her,” He smiled as you rubbed your head against his leg in thanks for helping.

Namjoon smiled at the affection you were showing to one of his best friends, loving the way you brought even more light into Yoongi’s life than he ever thought possible. He seemed happier and more relaxed, even going as far to hang out with everybody more. “Why don’t we all play a game today? It’s been so long anyways.”

For the rest of the day, you watched from your spot at the window seeing the guys play Uno in a circle on the living room floor. Hiding your laughter when seeing a different side of Yoongi as he whined like a baby when having to draw more cards from the pile or Jungkook running around in a circle when winning a game with a bright bunny smile.

It wasn't long before sleep had come full force, curling into a ball and listening to the sound of everyone laughing. For the first time, you didn't care that the hybrids were around. Not even flinching as occasionally fingers brushed through your fur, and you fell asleep for a small nap. This time, no nightmares coming into your dreams.

“I told you!” Jimin whispered excitedly on being right, a huge grin on his face as he leaned away from his best friend’s ear, also secretly glancing down at his cards. All four smelled your hybrid scent as soon as your eyes closed, snapping their heads to your sleeping form.

“I can’t believe Jimin is actually right,” Jungkook teased as Jimin reached over to slap his thigh, the action not surprising anyone as they focused on the game.

“What do we do then?” Hoseok questioned, pouting when he had to draw cards as Seokjin laughed loudly at putting down his special card. Taehyung nodding along, wanting to know the answer himself as his tail waved back and forth.

“I don’t know, didn’t think that far—UNO!!” Jimin shouted, practically slamming down his second to last card on the pile making everyone groan in frustration. The action had the rest of the hybrids glaring as they ignored the conversation to get back in the game without a distraction.

When waking up, you stretched and opened your eyes, backtracking seeing everyone passed out around the living room. The hybrids cuddling in a pile in their animal form as they slept soundly, soft snores coming from Namjoon and Seokjin as they’re sprawled out on the floor next to the scattered Uno cards with blankets. Though the only one you didn’t see around was Yoongi.

Frowning, you jumped down to the floor as you walked softly to not wake anyone. Listening for any sound that might give you a hint to Yoongi’s location, barely picking up soft guitar strings. Since you’ve known Yoongi from the time you spent together, it wasn’t unusual to find him up late at night.

Walking into the room, the only light source was a single lamp at his desk, you found Yoongi in his desk chair with a guitar in his arms as he wrote a few lyrics on a piece of paper. Curiously, you got on top of the desk to see what he was writing about this time, finding everything that he worked on fascinating. Yoongi petted your head, not looking up from his work as he quietly finished up a couple of lyrics, not wanting to forget them. He didn’t even care that they were messy or sloppy, usually fixing them when morning comes, and he has a clear head that wasn’t run on sleep.

“Okay, what do you think?” Yoongi asked, putting down the pencil as you scanned the lyrics, liking the way it sounded. Occasionally pointing with your nose at what sounds off so he could put a question mark to fix later. After going over all of it, you rubbed your head against his hand to let him know that you loved the song making him smile. “Oh, before I forget… I got this for you.”

Tilting your head, you watched Yoongi get up from his chair to grab a bag on his bed as he shuffled through it before pulling out something. Your eyes widen seeing that it was a collar, staying still as Yoongi gently secured it around your neck, not putting it too loose or tight. When he was done, you didn’t hesitate to rush to the bathroom and check the mirror.

It was a beautiful solid black collar with the front covered in white diamonds, and a small tag with two words on it.

Yoongi’s kitten, huh? You could get use to that.

“Y/N! Time for our hourly walk!” Jungkook called out excitedly in his bunny form, hopping towards you.

Its been close to two months since Namjoon found out, Yoongi officially gave you a collar, and a month when you allowed the four hybrids into your life by dropping the guarded wall around you. This meant that the barrier that was preventing them to communicate with you was also gone.

“Leave me alone in peace,” You mumbled, cuddling further into the pillow only to yelp when feeling Jungkook bite down on your tail with his teeth. That damn brat was testing his luck today! Scrambling to your feet, you chased Jungkook all the way to the front door where everyone was waiting.

“How did he get you up this time?” Jimin teased, his fox tail brushing underneath your chin as you swatted it away with a paw. “He bit my tail! I just wanted to sleep today,” You hissed out as Jungkook giggled, Hoseok and Taehyung laughing as their tails waved back and forth in excitement for their walk in the park.

Ever since Yoongi gave you the collar, he decided it would be a good idea for you to get exercise by taking you to the park. This included Seokjin and Namjoon tagging along with the rest of the guys going in their animal forms.

“Did we get everything?” Seokjin asked, checking his pockets to make sure he has his phone and keys. Even going as far to make sure Namjoon didn’t forget anything either as Yoongi gave a thumbs up.

Just as the door opened, Namjoon and Seokjin practically had to run in the hallway to chase the four hybrids, all of them dashing towards the elevator. Sighing, you walked next to Yoongi since none of you were in any rush to get there.

“Did Namjoon bring my ball?” Hoseok asked Jimin, tail wagging at the thought of playing fetch while they all walked out of the apartment building, the park not being too far away so there was no use for a car.

“How should I know…” You tuned Jimin and Hoseok conversation out, wishing nothing more than to cuddle in a blanket and sleep all day. When you all came to a crosswalk, you stayed close to Yoongi as Seokjin grabbed Jungkook off the concrete ground.

However, your ears twitched hearing a loud car horn, turning to the side seeing a car speeding up awfully fast. Panic consumed you when realizing Yoongi was in the line of fire, and it didn’t seem to slow down anytime soon.

“Yoongi!!” The hybrids transformed back into their human-self as they all screamed to warn the second oldest, who was frozen on the spot like a deer in headlights. The six of them trying to get there in time to save their friend.

Yoongi couldn’t move, frozen in fear as the car got closer and the sound of the guys screaming got drowned out. He knew he should move out of the way, but it’s like his legs were refusing to cooperate. Though a grunt left his mouth as someone tackled him to safety, a painful cry leaving their mouth as they scrapped against the ground.

“You stupid fucking idiot! Why didn’t you move?!” A hiss was heard from on top of him.

Opening his eyes, Yoongi stared in shock when seeing the most beautiful girl he ever saw with black cat ears twitching above her head. Though that wasn’t why he stared speechless… it was the collar around her neck that was shown off proudly and sparkled in the sunlight. Two words clear as day to him…

Yoongi’s Kitten.

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Welcome to the seventh chapter of Changing One's Tune! Congratulations to those that guessed Namjoon to be it!! …sorry to those that picked Tae as the person on the bench! However, you have bigger problems now, a cliffhanger! What's going to happen next?

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are appreciated if you enjoy the story, it's always exciting to know that you like my writing, and it gives me more motivation to update faster!

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dgmovies · 2 years

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Min Yoongi (SUGA): Recommendations Masterlist (SERIES)

✨Welcome to my world✨ I’m just gonna throw this on the internet for y'all. Here are a lot of fics I've collected over the past couple of years of BTS YOONGI. So enjoy :) Idk if all the links work. Some works may have been deleted already. Also, some info might be missing. *Disclaimer: English is not my first language.* Tags: © = My personal favorite, F = Fluff, A = Angst, S = Smut

BTS Navigation -> click here

*Updated: 29-01-2022*

Status: 20 Chapters (Completed)

Word Count: ? (20 Chapters)

Summary: The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards. (ArrangedMarriage!AU, Maffia!AU)

Status: 14 Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: ?

Summary: Yoongi hated you the second you joined the pack and that was that. (EnemiesToLovers!AU, Wolf!AU)

Cold Iced Americano – @cutaepatootie

Status: 2/4 Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: 40k (2 Chapters)

Summary: …

Comfortable Uncertainty – @creativejoon

Status: 4/6 Chapters

Word Count: ? (20 Chapters)

Summary: …

Foe And Dear – @becomingbts

Status: 6/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count:?

Summary: Tattoo littered and piercing’s galore. Seven tall men at your new school seem to have deeper intertwined futures with you and Maria than either of you could have possibly imagined.

First Love – @humansofbangtan

Status: 3/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: ?

Summary: You had ended up at a BTS fansign by change but fate had many plans for you and Yoongi…

His First Love – @justimajin (A, F, S)

Status: 12 Chapters + Extra’s (Completed)

Word Count: 40k (2 Chapters)

Summary: Each night, its the same dream; drenching tears, specks of blood and a heart torn in half. Each night, you wake up trembling and filled with the fear of how crystal-clear the nightmares were, more and more endless questions ready to spur from you. The biggest question however, was always left unanswered - who was the man that never ceased the opportunity to appear in them? (Vampire!AU, Reincarnation!AU)

Lineage – @kosmosguk (A, S)

Status: 4/4 Chapters (Completed)

Word Count: 26,3k (4 Chapters)

Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. It’s terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize there’s a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be. (Royal!AU, Duke!Yoongi, Princess!Reader)

Mr. Min – @ellieljade -> Deactivated :(

Status: 4/4 Chapters (Completed)

Word Count: 44,8k (4 Chapters)

Summary: In which Yoongi wants you to teach him how to swim… And maybe something more. (SummerCamp!AU, EnemiesToLovers!AU)

Suga Daddy – @drquinzelharleen

Status: 15/15 Chapters (Completed)

Word Count: ...

Summary: Yoongi gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

Status: 3/3 Chapters + mini’s (Completed)

Word Count: 21.4k (3 Chapters)

Summary: Your coworker Yoongi is always infuriatingly late. except the one time he’s much too early.

Status: 3/3 Chapters (Completed)

Word Count: ?k (3 Chapters)

Summary: The singularity theory posits that privilege of anonymity, combined with the element of restricted physical contact, has the ability to foster an emotional intimacy between two strangers that is genuine and non-forced.

This Is Just To Say – @btsiguess (F, S, A)

Status: 10/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: ?

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Status: 8/? Chapters

Word Count: ?

Summary: ...

What’s Mine Is Mine – @lunaandhertrashheap (F, S, A)

Status: 2/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: 10,6k (2 Chapters)

Summary: You’d heard the awful rumors of the emperor who lived at the top of the hill. But when one of his officials shows up on your doorstep to bring you to the palace as his personal maid, you are in no position to resist. Little do you know, being an emperor isn’t all about power; it has its stresses. And the emperor is eager to relieve them with the terrified new maid who trembles when he meets her eye.

Status: 10/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: ?

Summary: You and Taehyung shared a love story for two years until you break up. You thought nobody could replace him until Yoongi–the guy you hate the most-asks you to tutor him in English, messing your life up: love can come from nothing, without rhyme or reason. (EnemiesToLovers!AU, College!AU)

#bts smut #suga smut #yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #fic recommendation #fic recs #masterlist #series #bangtan smut #bangtan fic

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Reflection Of You | Chapter 1

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU / Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, going back to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.

The nightmare the both of you feared had finally come true.

“Thank you, ARMY!”

“We’ll see you soon!”

“We love you forever! Goodnight!” You watched the monitor with proud eyes, your hands clasped together. After a long world tour, the boys had their final concert in Korea, their home country. You, along with the other staff, clapped as the 7 boys stepped off the stage.

“Good job!” There were exchanges of hugs and pats on the backs. Technically, you weren’t a member of staff, so you respected the distance, standing at the back of the crowd.

“There you are.” Someone said, almost like a sigh of relief.

“Great job, as always.” A smile slowly widened on your face as you opened your arms to hug him, resting your cheek against his peck.

“I’m sweaty.” Was all he said.

“Like I ever minded.” You chuckled, pulling away to look up at him. He gave a soft smile, leaning down to peck your lips. It was quick but endearing. You knew for him, doing that in public was already a large feat.

“Noona! You’re here!” You were yanked out of your beloved’s arms.

“Of course, Kookie. It’s the last show of the tour, I wouldn’t miss it.” You patted his head as he lifted you off the ground.

“Yah, look at the scowl on hyung’s face after you stole his girl.” Taehyung appeared, slinging his arm around your maknae’s neck. You giggled, shaking your head. Someone stood beside you, holding your hand. Speak of the devil. You turned your head to see him looking at his phone in his other hand, totally nonchalant about holding your phone.

“Great show today, guys. You were amazing.” You told all 7 of them as they packed up, ready to head home.

“Thank you, (y/n).” Jin pinched your cheek lovingly.

“As much as I love spending time with ARMY, I’m excited to have some time off, as well.” Jimin yawned, adjusting his hat in the mirror. You nodded in agreement. The boys deserved a nice break.

“The vans are here.” The managers informed.

“Let’s go, aegi.” He called. You walked hand in hand with him. Before you stepped out, he stopped you.

“You forgot again?” He chuckled, taking a mask out of his pocket. He gently hooked the elastics over your ears, adjusting the fabric on your face to make sure that it was comfortable.

“Thank you.” You said sheepishly.

“Hurry, love birds!” Hoseok called out, being the one to share the van with the two of you. Even if you were all boarding the van privately, you were still cautious, wearing a mask when you went out in case any fan manages to slip past security and saw you.

“We’ll sit at the back.” You were yanked into the seat, making you blink in shock. You felt your lover’s headrest against your shoulder.

“Any plans for the break, Hobi?” You asked.

“Hmm, besides going home? I would like to travel but I don’t really have a destination in mind. What about you? Are you and hyung going to do something?” He asked back.

“He’s visiting his family. Unfortunately, I have work but I’ll try to join him for a few days. After that, we might take a few days off to travel too.” You smiled.

“Must be nice to travel with a companion.” Hoseok teased.

“Not when your companion just wants to sleep and eat all day.” You giggled. There was a grunt of annoyance from beside you.

“Hey, you sleep just as much as me. We hardly stepped out of our hotel room the last vacation because all we did was sleep then nap all day. Besides, I deserve to sleep and eat all day for how hard I’ve worked.” He scoffed. You nodded your head, you couldn’t argue with that after all the hard work the boys have put into the tour.

“Touché.” You booped his nose.

“Still hard to believe hyung is the first one to get a girl. We all thought he was too much a gramps to get one.” Hoseok laughed.

“That’s part of his charm, I guess.” You smiled. Looking down, you saw that said male had fallen asleep against your shoulder. A slight frown was on his face as he crossed his arms.

When the car stopped in the gated apartment complex, the 3 of you were dropped off at the front of the dorm building.

“Hobi-”

“I know, I know. You won’t be spending the night in the dorm. Goodnight, you two.” Hoseok waved you two off. You giggled and gave him a hug before parting ways from him.

“I can’t wait to just spend the next few days in bed.”

“When are you going back to Daegu?”

“Next week. What, can’t wait to get rid of me already?” He teased. You scoffed, entering the lift together and tapping the resident card, pressing the lift button.

“If I wanted to get rid of you, I could just return to my place.” You shook your head.

“As if I’d let you.” He said from behind you. Pressing the code into the keypad on the door, you pressed your finger print and the door unlocked. The two of you shuffled into the big apartment. You turned the lights on and placed your bag on the couch. The first thing you did was put away the washed dishes from your breakfast this morning.

“You can do that tomorrow.” His voice groaned.

“It’ll take less than a minute. Go ahead and shower.” You chuckled. Once again, you were yanked away from the cupboard. He rested his chin on your shoulder, arms loosely looped around your waist.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, stroking the back of his head.

“Is it too early for post concert blues?”

“You are such a workaholic. You’ll be on stage again soon. Besides, ARMY wouldn’t want to see all of you so tired out. They would want you to rest well and have a break too.” You comforted.

“When I’m with them, I just feel like I have the whole world.”

“ARMY is lucky to have all of you. You’re their world just as much as they are yours.” You smiled.

“You’re forgetting something. ARMY gives me the whole world. But right now, I know I am holding my whole world.” He placed a gentle kiss against your temple.

“Cheeseball.” You shook your head with a laugh. You shooed him away to shower while you finished the chores for the night like folding the washed clothes, filling the coffee machine for tomorrow and arranging the few fan gifts from ARMY around the house.

“I’m done.” He called from the bedroom. You entered, seeing him pull a plain white shirt over his head. He rubbed his wet hair with a towel.

“I’ll go shower.” You said, picking some fresh clothes and bringing it to the bathroom. You were quick with your shower, blowing drying your hair afterwards so you wouldn’t have to wait for it to dry.

“Hurry, I want to sleep.”

“You don’t have to wait for me!” You replied.

“No.”

“Alright, alright.” You shook your head, hanging your towel back on the rack to dry. You closed the bathroom door, slipping under the covers. Immediately, you were drawn into a warm embrace.

“Don’t wake me up tomorrow.” He mumbled, eyes closing.

“Wouldn’t dare to.” You joked. He opened one eye to glare at you while you smiled innocently at him. He yawned, tucking his head into the crook of your neck comfortably.

“Goodnight, aegi.” He placed a kiss against your skin.

“Goodnight, Yoon.” You replied.

You’ve known Yoongi for years now. When you worked at a music store near BTS’ old dorm when they had just debuted. He would come at night, just before closing to browse the shelves. Even if you came to know the whole group through Yoongi, you and Yoongi connected on a whole new level, you understood each other through music.

It was about 2 years ago that he had asked you out on a date. Of course, you were unsure, considering how popular he was and you didn’t want to burden him by keeping your relationship a secret.

But you trusted Yoongi. When he told you he would protect you, you gave him a chance. And you’ve been happily together ever since.

It scared you when Yoongi threatened to leave BigHit when the management found out about you. You told Yoongi that you wanted him to prioritise BTS and ARMY before your relationship together. That was your only condition.

“Why?”

“Because ARMY and BTS were there for you before I was. You need to be there for them just like how they are there for you.” You told him.

With that, the management and Mr Bang approved of your relationship. They also appreciated how you made Yoongi happier and were a positive influence when he had his low times.

It was around 4 am. You woke up, feeling the space beside you still empty. The sheets felt cold, meaning that Yoongi hadn’t returned. You sent a message to Jungkook, who you knew would still be awake since he was working on releasing a surprise song cover for ARMY.

“Yoongi hyung? He hasn’t returned.” The youngest informed.

“Thanks, Kookie.” You hung up. You respected Yoongi and his work, never wanting to interrupt him or stop him but you knew you had to step in at certain times.

‘The number you have dialled is currently unavailable-’

You sighed as you were directed to voicemail again. Putting your shoes on, you left home to visit his studio.

DING DONG

You pressed the doorbell, waiting for an answer but to no avail. Even if you knew the code, you wouldn’t just enter. Just like everyone else, you would always ring the doorbell first and wait for a reply. You pressed it again.

“Who is- Oh, it’s you.” Yoongi poked his head out.

“Hey.” You greeted.

“What are you doing here? I’m busy.” Yoongi said. It came out colder than he would have liked but after working for hours and not getting the results he wanted, he was getting frustrated.

“I know. Just wanted to see how you were doing. Can I come in?” You asked. Yoongi looked back into his studio.

“I’d rather you not. Like I said, I’m busy. I can’t have another person here, it’ll only distract me more.” He said. Yoongi wasn’t someone that dealt with emotions well, you knew that. When things weren’t working out, his defence mode was to just push everyone away and hide alone. That’s just his way of dealing with emotions.

“I understand.” You nodded, not wanting to push him any further. Without another word, Yoongi just closed the door, retreating back into his studio.

“Hmm...” You roamed around the lounge area. You smiled as you came across the famous picture of Jimin that Yoongi got as a prize during the photography episode of Run!BTS.

“Time to go home.” You went back home. Even waiting for Yoongi outside his studio, you knew he would feel guilty later on and you didn’t want that. You laid in bed but was woken up by Yoongi pressing his face into your back.

“Yoon...?” You tried to turn around to face him but his arms held you in place.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, burying his face into your back. You reached over to put your hand over his.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You said, sleep laced in your voice. You yawned, finally turning around to face him. You cupped his cheek with your free hand.

“The songs weren’t working out, the lyrics were trash, I just... I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. After you left, I just-”

“Shh, you don’t have to explain. I understand how frustrating it must have been. Everyone has their own down times. Don’t worry, I’m just glad you’re back to rest. Maybe after a nice sleep, you’ll have a clearer mind to write better, hmm?” You smiled softly.

“Next time, be angry with me.”

“Why do you want me to be angry with you? I mean, I have times when work frustrates me too. We aren’t perfect.” You laughed.

“You’re too nice to me.” He pressed you against his body, inhaling your comforting scent. You loosely wrapped your own arm around his middle, letting out a yawn.

“Go wash up. I’ll wait for you.” You promised.

Yoongi was usually an early riser but after the concert last night, he had slept in until the afternoon. When he woke up, he realised that you weren’t beside him. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair as he looked for you.

‘Fridge empty. Went out to get groceries. Iced Americano is in the fridge. - (y/n)’

Yoongi smiled at your note, folding it and tucking it into his pocket. He never told you but he keeps all the notes you leave him, even for ones that just say, ‘gone to work’. He shuffled to the fridge, taking the glass of cold coffee out, adding ice before sticking a straw in. He sat down by the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone.

‘BTS’ Suga seen holding hands with mysterious female after concert.’

‘Insider releases photos of BTS’ rapper and a female embracing each other, said to be his girlfriend.’

‘Has the cold, savage rapper finally met his match?’

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he saw the alert news. He felt his heart stop when he clicked on one of the articles. There were blurry photos of you holding hands with him, leaving the venue last night.

“PD nim.” Yoongi called his boss.

“It seems a fan had snuck in under the guise of a staff member. We’ll handle the press for now and tell you what to do next.”

“How can this happen?!”

“Calm down, Yoongi. We have apprehended the culprit and will be turning her over to the authorities. Just make sure (y/n) is safe. The two of you should stay indoors for now.”

When he hung up, his phone rang again, it was the members. But right now, he couldn’t answer them. He was too worried about where you were and whether you were safe. Quickly, Yoongi dialled your number. Fortunately, you picked up, totally ignorant that your relationship was now public.

“Good morning, or should I say, good afternoon?”

“Aegi, are you okay?” He panicked.

“Okay? Of course, I am. Didn’t you see my note? I just finished paying for groceries, about to leave the mart.”

“Stay right there, aegi. I’m coming to get you. Don’t talk to anyone, alright? I’m coming.” He said as he grabbed his car keys, putting on a mask and a cap.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me. What’s wrong, Yoon?”

“They found out. I’m so sorry I let this happen. I’ll explain more when I come get you, alright?” He said and hung up. He got into his car, speeding to where you were. You were standing by the mart entrance.

“Yoon.” You sighed in relief, entering the car with all the groceries in your lap. Yoongi sped away, back to the gated community. True to that, as he passed the security, he saw some fans standing at the post, trying to enter. Luckily, fans didn’t know he owned this car and the windows were tinted so he could drive past without anyone suspecting.

“Let’s go. Hurry.” He grabbed the bags, pulling you with him to the apartment. Only when you reached, you finally stopped him.

“Yoon, calm down. It’s okay, I’m okay. Now tell me, slowly, what happened?” You led him to the couch to sit down. He buried his hands into his palms while you rubbed his back.

“Someone snuck in as a staff member last night and took pictures of us. It was in the press this morning.” He explained.

“Does PD nim know about this?”

“He said he will handle the press and tell us what we have to do next.” He shivered, his breathing quickening. You knew that was a sign of Yoongi’s anxiety so you pulled him into your embrace immediately.

“It’ll be okay, Yoongi.” You comforted.

“Have you spoken to the boys?” You asked softly. He shook his head. As he said that, your phone rang. It was Namjoon.

“They’re just worried and want to know if you’re okay. Let me tell them that we’re okay.” You told him, answering Namjoon’s call and putting him on speaker. As you predicted, the other boys were on the other line, bombarding the both of you with questions.

“We’re okay, just a little overwhelmed. Thank you for your concern. We’ll just wait for PD nim’s instructions.” You told them.

“Do you want us to come over?”

“Maybe later on but not right now? Just let Yoongi and I grasp the situation and calm down first. If there’s anything, we’ll be sure to keep you all updated.” You promised.

“We’ll see you later then.”

“I’m so sorry I let this happen, aegi.” Yoongi cried, cupping your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. We will get through this. I know it’s a little earlier than we would have liked but we knew the risks we were taking by having this relationship, Yoon.” You wiped his tears.

“You don’t understand, aegi. Those people that could hurt you, they aren’t really ARMY. They’re crazy and obsessed. I’ve seen what they have done to others before. I will never be able to live with myself if I let the same thing happen to you.” He shook his head. You knew what Yoongi was referring to, the ‘sasaeng fans’ that the media always talked about.

“Let’s not think of the worst.” You hummed. Yoongi’s phone ringing broke your embrace. It was PD nim, along with the PR team.

“Yes. I understand… I’ll speak to her and let you know. Thank you.” Yoongi said and hung up with a sigh. You tilted your head, hoping they didn’t give Yoongi the ultimatum.

“They said I either publish a note to the fans, explaining everything. Or let them deny the photos, say that you are just a family member.” He explained.

“I see...” Those were reasonable options.

“What do you think is the right thing to do?” You asked Yoongi.

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Seesaw (I)

Genre: Mature/Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Neighbors with benefits/Fuck buddies, Producer! Min Yoongi, Fuck girl! OC Y/N, Neighbors AU (a Spin-Off to “Moving On”)

Warning: NSFW! alot of kissing (torrid, soft, neck, and down under😉), protected sex (you can never go wrong with a rubber on, kids!), oral sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nipple pierce (pls don’t kill me 😣), mentions of cheating, appears to be pwp but i swear there’s a plot in this..so bear with me please😖, elevator buddies (lol. thanks ggukieland for mentioning this) to eventual lovers. I’m ending this in good terms 😌

Synposis: His outfits are always in black, and if not black then it must be in dark muted tones. You pressed the button on the elevator floor, and positioned yourself at the edge. You watched his back from a distance, and turned away if he moved his head. You were always the one who start your small conversation with him: From “good day” to “good night” to “that’s interesting (whatever it is you find ‘interesting’ from him, even though you were interested in him more than the item)” and other things. You and your little crush to your neighbor who lived on the 18th floor.

Until one rainy night, all drenched and cold, and your eyes smudged all over with kohl, you found him waiting for you inside the elevator. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkempt, his jacket barely settled on his shoulder while holding on to an empty bottle of scotch.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift, pressing the button from the elevator immediately closing its door.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched him attempt to position himself upright in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he replied and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

An idea came up to you suddenly and you asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

A/N: Yoongi have been tormenting me of his visual for weeks and I just have to. Also I owe Producer!Min Yoongi to be happy. :( I hope you’ll enjoy “Seesaw” as much I enjoyed writing it. I decided to make it a mini-series because ideas are just piling up for the two.

And yep, mood song is “Seesaw” by Suga 💖

Word count: 7,190k

“Good morning” you said upon entering the elevator. You walked past him and placed your back on the steel wall for support.

“Good morning” he replied, eyes blinking.

You opened your insulated tumbler to drink your freshly brewed hot coffee you made before leaving your apartment, when you noticed something particularly interesting from the lone stranger you’re with inside the lift. “Nice bean hat” you complimented.

“It’s a gift from my friend” he looks up at the elevator screen, monitoring what floor you two are currently in before it hits the ground floor. “That coffee smells nice, Ethiopian beans?” he turned his head a little to your direction, but wasn’t trying to look back at you particularly.

“No, Tanzania Peaberry” you took a sip and levelled your eyes to the decreasing number before the elevator digital screen until it hit ‘Lobby’. “Well, have a good day!” you smiled at him as you walked past his side. Yoongi let you leave first, like a true gentleman that he is.

It was always the same dry and small conversation. Always the same feeling whenever he is around. Your little crush on the man living on the 18th floor.

——

It started about two months ago when he was running towards the closing elevator, asking for you to wait for him before you could push the close button on the lift. Normally you would mind, and would even subtly push the button hard (about once or twice) so the lift would close quickly before the other person could even enter.

But not this guy, no. The way his eyes looked at you for a second, there was something behind it, something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. When he reaches out for the door, you knew from that moment on, it was already over. He finally came in and pushed the ‘close button’ before you.

You were charmed.

“Thank you” he panted, as he tried to catch his breath from running and crouched down on his knees right when the elevator door closed. He was wearing a black oversized hoodie and dark blue fitted jeans and black canvas shoes, but were all dripping wet.

“Didn’t expect the rain too” You pulled out your gym towel from your bag. The one you didn’t get to use because, Matt, the cute guy your friend introduced to you during her wedding day, suddenly sent you a message asking if you had any plans for this afternoon.

Naturally, you cancelled your ‘gym day’ to trade it for one steamy workout session with him inside his car. Which leaves you now with your gym outfit and other stuff perfectly unused, including your towel.

“Here” you handed it over to him, feeling sorry for the situation he was in. Wet and dirty from running outside the street. He turned to you, confused, unsure whether to accept the towel you were offering or not. “Oh don’t worry, that’s a new one. I didn’t get to the gym today so it’s not used, like at all…” you smiled.

“Thanks” he bowed a bit and gently wiped his neck and face as he pushed the 18th floor button. He shook his raven short hair a little to his side and tapped it with the towel, hoping to reduce the water trickling from the ends of his straight hair.

You pushed 17th.

“New here?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just moved two weeks ago” he gently wiped each side of his cheek for warmth.

“Has anyone ever welcomed you here?” you took a quick glance at him and furrowed your eyebrows then retracted “Well, besides the management and the security guard?” you snickered, eyes still fixed at the elevator buttons and its screen.

He chuckled at your query “No, unfortunately.”

“Bummer. Well, let that towel be the ‘first welcome gift’ then. From a neighbor” You shrugged then turned to face him and smiled.

The elevator bell rang, ‘17th floor’. You put your feet forward near the elevator door, arguing in your head whether you should ask his name or not. Usually, you don’t ask strangers for their name, especially the ones you just met. You barely knew anyone in this building, except your next-door neighbor who frequently complained about the noises you make at night.

And It’s not like he owes you anything either, so you didn’t expect that he’ll do it so casually… and yet here you are, hoping.

At least, maybe he could ask you a thing or two about you and say ‘thanks’ one more time? That’s just wishful thinking though. You suddenly remember that you did mention the towel was a gift, despite not bothering to ask if he wants it or not.

You began to worry even more, and wanted to ask if he really wants to even keep it. So, you turned around to meet him the eye and “Ah w—”

“Thank you, neighbor” he smiled and held the towel to his ear. The elevator door closes before you, stunned to see him smile. Yes, that damn smile. The kind where you forget where you live for a second, and you just nod. Leaving him behind.

“What’s your name?” you asked no one, and sighed. “Whatever… you’re welcome, neighbor” you turned away from the closed door in frustration and walked along the hallway.

——

Boys are like games. You liked it when they made you scheme so that they could find you interesting, and then trap them once they took the bait. And leave when it becomes dull.

Every so often, you try to lure in guys that interest you so that you could spend about a week or two with them, to fill in the gaps of your own boredom. You despised monotony, the way you hated commitments.

Though you were not always like this before, you once believed in ‘true love’ and ‘fairytales’, until you’ve had your heart broken a few times (mostly due to one-sided love) and then that was it. You’ve had enough. Back then, you were still young and naïve, thinking men will come and save you from this cruel world. You’ve seen it in movies, tv dramas and heard countless songs play about it on the radio, you were hopeful.

Yet no one came to save you, not even one. You came to realize that only you could save yourself from making your life any more tragic. Men are never the key to happiness. Love is not the formula in living a good life.

You looked at your own reflection and marveled at the beauty you created for yourself. And that was the thing, you saved yourself way too perfectly that you just don’t believe in love anymore. And out of nowhere, men were starting to line up.

Not like the teen romance kind of stuff, where they literally line up for you because you started to look like Gal Gadot overnight. More like, you don’t seem to care whether you get asked out or not, either way, men like you because you are a challenge. And who doesn’t like a challenge?

Because men are dying to see one day, that all the walls you’ve built for yourself would fall for them. They wanted to see a damsel in distress behind that wall.

Because men always like their ego stroke, and they always want to have the bigger prize. Unfortunately for everybody, it’s not Princess Peach who they want to save on top of a tower, they just want the game. That’s it, they want to see whether you’d fall for them or not. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s why you never let it. You refused to get too personal and you renounced commitments. You’re too proud.

Because for you, commitments are the epitome of prison. For you, commitments are just a disguise for convenience. In the same manner, convenience is a sugar-coated word for validation, caramelized to perfection.

And for whose validation? For men? Maybe then, they could make you do their laundry, cook them food, satisfy their lustful desires? Are those really an act of love or selfish desire to make their lives easy? Clearly, your choice to keep yourself free from commitments isn’t an act of rebellion against sexims and double standards. It’s actually letting yourself be free from nuisance, which is what they call “love”.

That is why you remain in your stance, that you want men for your own pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. That you want to see them admire you, kneel if they must, before you. Cry desperately for your touch. Because you’re not giving any, not until a man who thinks the same way as you do, the ones who are smart enough to knock on your door and present to you his pure intentions.

Evidently, that’s impossible, with the way men are in this god-forsaken city? The closest thing you could ever meet to a perfect man is the cardboard stand of Park Seojun, smiling at the entrance of a restaurant beside you right now.

You pat the fabric from your dress, after looking at your reflection from the glass window. Joe, your officemate, from the Design Department, finally asked you out for a ‘little dinner nearby’.

“Y/N, you sure you want to eat here? We can go to some place fancier” he asked while he folded his long sleeves.

“Two seats please” you ignored his query as you grinned over the lady who took on the customer cue. She rolled her eyes upon seeing you again with another man.

Joe went to you close and whispered “Do you have any beef with the lady?”.

“Nah, we’re good. It’s her term of endearment for saying ‘welcoming back’. I’m a regular customer here” you winked at her “so I’m sure she’s delighted to see me every time” she groaned in annoyance and let you in. She remained polite by guiding you both to an empty table.

——

Obviously that’s a lie, because next thing you knew, you were already making out with Joe inside his car, barely reaching his apartment.

“Mmm” you shifted to his seat, knees in between his legs, as he unzips your dress on your back. You helped him pull the fabric down from your shoulder, exposing your lacy lingerie, exclusive for this occasion.

“Can’t you wait until we get into my place?” he parted, panting, leaving him breathless after that torrid kiss.

“I just wanted to give you a little preview with what I can do” you smirked, as you began to kiss his ears and traced it down his neck. “Will get there, don’t worry” you gently bit his ear lobe which made him groan in pleasure. Until, someone came knocking on his window. Joe moved from his seat to see who it was.

“Lara!” he immediately stopped and pushed you away.

“Lara?” you turned to face where he was looking, and to your horror, you saw Lara. Lara, your officemate and your best friend. Lara, who perfectly knew your history and the list of men you slept with. Lara, who stood by you even after office hours and saved your ass multiple times from your mercurial boss.

You didn’t have any slightest clue she was seeing this Joe from the Design department, yet you feel like you’ve done something terribly wrong.

You quickly pulled your clothes up, while Joe immediately left you in the car to talk to Lara.

“I can explain,” he pleaded, shutting the car door hard.

“I don’t need it” Lara shook her head and took a step back.

You pulled down the headboard mirror to fix your hair and lipstick for a moment and let the two do the talking first. You listened to them argue, rather faintly from the inside of his car while you tried to put on your heels.

After you gently pat your lips with your finger, you finally decided to leave the car and went to Lara so you could take on her side and put more misery over Joe, the canker cheater. Besides, isn’t it Joe’s fault that you are all in this muddling position?

“I always knew I shouldn’t be friends with a slut like you!” she spat a disgusted look on you.

Your mouth went agape, bewildered at her reaction “Excuse me? I didn’t know Joe’s seeing you”. You were expecting that above all, she would understand the current situation, that it was Joe and not you who started out all this mess. Why does it feel like you’ve put gas in to the fire? When the one who deserves all these words is Joe.

“So, is it my fault now? That I didn’t tell you I’m seeing Joe?!” she scoffed and folded her arms. Now she’s starting to piss you off too.

“Because I don’t know Lara? We’re best friends? We’re not supposed to hide secrets?” you gave her a sardonic smile, which peeved her even more.

“Of course I should, the way you sleep with everyone’s boyfriend without being sorry? I definitely think I should” she bit at you, barely quivering from the words she chose against you. You must admit, that definitely hurt. Not the words she chose, not the way she barely quivered, but because it came out from someone you trust.

Lara, was the least person you thought who could inflict a burn to your already-distorted ego.

You sighed, forestalling the tears that were slowly looming around your eyes “Right, well at least I learned something about you tonight. Have a great night with Joe, I hope you two sort out things…” you pulled your bag from your shoulder and walked away but then you remember something.

You wanted to slap Joe in the face so bad right now, that the only thing that’s stopping you is the idea of an eventual ‘Physical Harm Outside Office’ complaint against you from the HR Department, well if you were careless enough to actually do it.

“There’s a thong hidden underneath your seat, which isn’t mine by the way. I only wear Kiki De Montparnasse, don’t I Lara? Well, those are Victoria’s. You know I dislike Victoria’s ” you declared, before leaving, not turning your head to face them one last time.

“We’re over Joe!” Lara screeched, as Joe pleaded even more, their voices turning inaudible as you moved farther away.

Of course, that was a lie. There were no thongs left inside Joe’s car. Just the friendship you lost with Lara. And you wanted to retaliate hard, to put everything on equal footing. Except, it didn’t feel that way, because Joe took something away from you forever: Trust.

——

Someone knocked from Yoongi’s studio. “Excuse me sir, but Mr. Park and his fiancé are waiting for you at the lounge area?” one of the staff asked, sticking her head out from the door.

“Right, tell them I’ll be there in sec!” he pushed a few buttons on his keyboard and then left his seat to meet his visitors.

“Hyung!” Jimin stood up from his seat to meet him, together with his fiancé… Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend.

“Hey there kid!” Yoongi went to give Jimin a brief hug, and gestured to them to return to their seats. “Hey there” he nodded and smiled weakly to his ex, not that he’s sour or hostile towards her, but he was just in a tight position seeing the two of them together in one room.

“Hyung, I’ve been really meaning to ask you, but I know it’s pretty awkward considering the two of you well, you were once, you know” he scratched the back of his neck, trying to find proper words but decided to continue anyway “together… and I know this is sudden too, but we reserved a seat for you on our wedding day tomorrow, and hopefully as one of my groomsmen…”

Be there on their wedding day? Tomorrow? As one of his groomsmen? Is this a joke? He was baffled for a moment, but his face remained stoic. “I can’t. I’m sorry…” he nodded coolly.

Yoongi saw how she quickly held on to Jimin’s hand tight, to give Jimin comfort from the rejection they expected from him.

“We understand” Jimin breathed and faced the ground.

“It’s not like that” Yoongi lied. “You know that contract I just had for a soft drink commercial? Well apparently they wanted a full revision on the song, so I just had to finish it before the weekends”

“Oh” Jimin smiled shyly “that’s unfortunate…”

Yoongi turned to face his ex, who knew him fluently. He gulped and smiled weakly, hoping the message would come across to ‘Not tell Jimin’. She nodded, fully understanding what Yoongi had in mind.

He wanted to save everybody (especially her family who knew him for years, and their common friends who’ll come by) to see an uncomfortable scene on their special occasion: An ex on a wedding day.

Hours passed, and Yoongi politely offered to see them leave the office building while bidding them good luck for tomorrow.

“Excuse me, I just need to get this” Jimin took his phone to his ears and left them to receive the call from his manager. “Yeah, they’re there? All areas secured? Yeah, thank you. Hopefully, we can avoid paparazzi and obsessive fans at the wedding venue tomorrow…” Yoongi heard him say, his voice turning faint as he walked far.

“Yoongi” she quickly but subtly held his hand “Just say it…” she shut her eyes and pleaded him.

Yoongi knew what she meant, and even if he still feels something for her, he had to do it. “Don’t do this… I know it’s probably just wedding jitters, and maybe we really haven’t had a proper closure when we broke up, but Jimin is a good guy. He’s better. Please, be with him” he said softly, resisting to meet her eyes.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you that night, I should have stuck out to you then, and understand you, I really lo—“ she started to talk fast, while her eyes glistened.

“Stop” Yoongi, moved back, pulling his own hand away from her. “You made the right decision, and I also made mine. Everything falls perfectly, where it should be” Yoongi bit his lip, maddened to hear her regret. For what? What good does it make to agree with her and run? To destroy a relationship right before their wedding day? He’s not dumb to take the bait.

After years of being left behind, years of putting him in the dark after she left, years of hoping that the two of them can get back together. Only to find later, by chance, that she was already dating his colleague, Jimin. “Stop!” he repeated, taking another step away from her.

Jimin ran back to her side, clueless of what just happened between her and Yoongi. “I’m sleepy, love” she yawned, trying to mask her teary eyes that started when she pleaded Yoongi to take her back.

Yoongi nodded “I’m sure you two are tired from all the planning. I really appreciate you two for visiting. Take care! I need to get back to the studio, client’s calling too!`` He quickly turned away and left, digging his hand in his pockets to hide his shaking palms. The thought of almost agreeing to take her back, right on the night before their wedding, sends shivers down his spine.

He needed a drink.

——

You fumbled on your wallet and realized that you left your transportation card on the office desk. Honestly, you thought you wouldn’t need it when Joe offered to drive you home. “Please, at least a change, at least a change…” you mumbled it like a mantra, praying something helpful would appear, but didn’t.

Even when you dug deeper in your bag, there was no spare change in sight, only your credit card. You didn’t expect the night to turn out so bad. Even worse, it was starting to rain. It didn’t have an umbrella either.

You paused in the middle of the street to cry, not being able to comprehend the series of unfortunate events. You watched the rain flushed down your makeup from a convex mirror hanging on a pole. Your eyes were starting to look like raccoons. Your favorite dress is already drenched and filthy from street dust and smoke. Yet you remained walking, hoping that if you continued to raise your hand every so often, a taxi would come by and let you in.

But even after an hour, no one bothered to let a rain-drenched woman into their dry and pristine car. Until it took you long enough to arrive at your apartment lobby, and you sighed in relief. You shook your head when the security wanted to ask what happened, and declined when the service staff offered you a seat to wait on the couch and bring you a towel. You just wanted to get to your home quickly.

And there he was, inside the elevator, your little crush who lives on the 18th floor.

You saw him drink the last drop from his bottle before he pressed a button, when his eyes widened upon seeing you in a poor state. You walked towards him.

In an attempt to look sober in front of a stranger, Yoongi fixed his posture and quickly pressed the ‘open door button’ and waited for you inside.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift and watched you press the ‘close button’ from the elevator, immediately closing its door. His body fell almost instantly on the slight movement of the lift that shifted towards the upper floors. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkempt, and his dark denim jacket barely settled on his shoulder while he held onto his empty bottle of scotch.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched his attempt to reposition himself again upright, in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he could reply and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

“I uh” he gulped “I met my ex a while ago, and she pleaded with me to take her back right before her wedding day” he drunkenly confessed, and giggled to hear himself say it.

“That’s rough buddy…” you folded your arms and watched the elevator screen, as usual.

“What’s your sob story?” he asked, blinking as he tried to mask his insobriety.

“Oh this?” you momentarily look at your drenched clothes. “Well I found out the guy I was out with, ‘double-dipping’ me and my best friend”

“That’s even tougher” he chuckled as he peered on to his empty bottle, wishing that a drop would magically appear out of nowhere.

“I think we’re even” you watched him silently, trying hard not to laugh to see him in his drunken state, until an idea suddenly came up. You asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

——

The moment you two stepped out of the elevator, you found your bodies pressed together.

Lips knotted on each other, wet and tacky. You moved back while he pressed you forward along the hallway. He then moved to force you up against a wall, pressing himself to you even harder.

Yoongi didn’t waste a minute and pushed his tongue in between your lips, and you reciprocated. You roughly brushed your hand towards his hair, and pulled him even closer to you and deepened your kiss. Whatever it is you two were doing.

He parted and pressed kisses on your throat, his fingers reaching down to your waist and clutched your bottoms.

It was so sudden, so fluid, that you almost forgot that you were still outside from your place.

“Oh, bless you two!” your 60 year old next-door neighbor cried, who just went out of her door. Fidgeting while she tried to close it and ran towards the empty elevator.

“I’m definitely going to receive a house complaint from the management tomorrow” you chuckled. You parted for a moment, and stopped by your apartment door. You quickly entered your password on your lock screen, while he continued to press kisses on your neck. You didn’t mind if he saw it, since you were pretty sure he’s too intoxicated to remember every number.

Upon entering your door, he quickly discarded his jacket and left it on the floor, he kicked the door close. You didn’t dare break the proximity between you and him, even if it bears as a challenge to move back while taking off your shoes from the threshold, and still manage to wrestle with his tongue.

He cut the kiss briefly to remove his own shoes, but quickly as a fox. Like a clockwork, he continued where he left, back to hungrily pursuing your lips. You parted and watched your lower lip leave gradually from his soft bite. You smiled at him and began to trace kisses on his neck.

He closed his eyes and revelled from your touch. He then carried you over to your bare dinner table and hurriedly pulled your dress up, exposing your lacy underwear, while you helped him pull his shirt off exposing his pale chest. You pinched your lip, stared at him for a moment, all pleased to see him bare.

“What?” he nervously asked.

“Just thinking how I’ve always fancied seeing my neighbor naked come to a reality” you tilt your head, while your eyes remain focused on his chest.

“What a coincidence, I was thinking the same” he finally realized that you had a zipper on the back and pulled it down a bit.

“Careful, this one’s from Lanvin” you alerted him. He obediently followed and carefully pulled it down your waist. You gently pushed it away and threw it on the carpet.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you had your dress in Versace?” you laughed at his remark.

“Oh, so you could sing that Bruno Mars song? Kinky”

He chuckled at your retort. You then realized how charming he looks up close, his gums flashed before you as he grinned.

“Uhuh…” and just like that he swiftly changed from cute charming to a seductive one, as he shifted his position and watched you react to his finger pressed beneath your cloth that was keeping a barrier between your skin down below and his fingertips. “You’re wet”

You breathed at the sensation and nodded “You know for a neighbor, you are pretty friendly. Yet I never get to know your name” you whispered in his ears and unbuckled his belt. You help him pull down his pants from your seat.

He smiled, seeing you fairly repay his effort by finding your hands gently brushing his length beneath the fabric of his underwear.

“Yoongi” he replied, a bit groaning. You felt his flaccid length grow stiff at your touch.

You turn to look at it, then his eyes “Y/N” you smiled as you pulled it down and began stroking it bare. Nice and slow.

“Nice to meet you… God… that’s it” he shut his eyes and breathed, as he unclasped your bra and began cupping your breasts.

“Nice to meet you too Yoongi…” he opened his eyes, his right hand shifted to lick his fingertip and stick it between your lacy fabric down to your nub, brushing it quickly yet soft.

“That’s… yes…” you shut your eyes at the sudden contact. You were sensitive. “You know we are 3 steps away from my bedroom, why don’t we continue from there?” you gave him a peck on his lips and pulled his hand away from you. You jumped out from the table and waited for him to follow you to your bedroom door.

He just stood for a while and watched you slip your panty down, he gulped at the sight and immediately followed.

——

“Yoongi!” your toes curled, as he pulled you even closer to him. You heard him growl a little underneath you. His hands under your butt cheeks, caressing it gently while he sticks his tongue out for a taste. Seeing stars was underrated, if you must describe how wonderful his tongue techniques were when you are receiving him.

“Yeah, that’s pretty” He parted and licked what’s left of you on his lip while watching you shiver beneath him, slowly coming undone. You lost count how much you orgasm with his tongue alone. He then pushed two fingers in you and slowly stroked it in and out, and watched you unfold for the nth time to his touch.

God, you almost forgot that he’s been pleasing you for almost an hour that you forgot to return the favor. “Yoongi, stop… lie down” you gently pushed him to the side, letting him relax on his back, and began rubbing his length.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I want in” he stopped you before your mouth received him.

“Right now? You sure?” you asked, as he chuckled at the query.

“I’m fully erect, Y/N. What’s there to be unsure of? Lie down…” he commanded, and you gladly obliged.

“The condom is on the bed side table, first drawer on the left.” You pointed. He opened the drawer, and found one. He gently opened the golden foil as you helped him pull the rubber out and placed it on him.

He moaned to the cool sensation “Mmm…” he placed both your ankles on each side of his shoulder as he slowly moved inside of you.

You shut your eyes and opened your mouth wide, surprised to feel something fairly sizable and immense. He rests for a second, letting you adjust to him.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m tough, and I like it rough” you panted.

He chuckled momentarily, but his face turned earnest when he began to thrust inside of you slowly. From a steady placid pace, it gradually accelerated, penetrating deeper into you as he moved further. He wasn’t just hitting your sweet spot, he was unearthing everything within you. To say you’re pleased is an understatement, he definitely did more than that. “God!” he started to move fast to an inconsistent pace and finally came.

You followed.

He pulled out, and rested on your chest.

You gulped and found your throat dry from all that just happened “Want something to drink?” you sat on your side of the bed.

“No more scotch, just water. Know what? Fuck it” he pulled you back to the bed. Swiftly changed his soiled rubber to a new one. He took another condom from your bed side table and immediately entered back into you.

Turns out, the night ended unexpectedly great.

——

🎵 Love me special… love me special… love me special🎵

Your alarm resonated all over your apartment. “Alexa, stop” you commanded, as you shift from your bed and was surprised to see a motionless body you don’t recognize on the other side of your bed.

You slapped your forehead upon realizing who it was on the other end. Your little neighbor crush, now with a name: Yoongi. The song continued to play, stirring the stranger from his sleep “Nngh” he lazily scratched his neck in annoyance.

“Alexa, stop the alarm!” you exclaimed, blinking at the thought of rousing him further from his slumber. You didn’t want the idea of little chit-chats on the morning after sex. You disliked being demanded to answer questions like “how did I get here?” or “was sex good?”and etc., conversation like those are a total drag.

Regardless who it was, whether it was one night stand or a regular fuck buddy. You wanted to casually forget it by the day, then crave for it during the night. It is how you put up with stress from your work. You separate your professional life to your personal life, that’s how you endure having to face bullshit for years.

He turned around to see you put your clothes back. “Oh shit” he shut his eyes the moment his memories stirred him from his stupor.

“Morning. Look, I’ll go ahead? I’ll be late for work. You can stay as long as you like… but not too long… Whatever, just, don’t forget to take all your things on the way. I know where you live so don’t do anything funny” you put on your bra and underwear then quickly move to your open rack to take your satin robe with you to your bathroom.

“Wine” he sluggishly replied.

“I’m sorry?” you asked, you peered from the wall separating the bedroom and the baths.

“You were playing ‘Wine’. I made that.” He snickered lazily.

“Made what? Wine, this song?” you pointed to your speaker “It’s sung by a girl named Suran? Wait, are you still drunk? I have Tylenol inside the drawer– ” he smiled at the thought of you being kind and considerate. He then shook his head.

“No, I meant I produced that. I’m glad you like it enough to make it your alarm” he pulled down the duvet, exposing his bare chest. He sat up, but the brightness from your window made Yoongi squint his eyes.

“What are the odds” you chuckled, but only for a while, because when you took your phone and typed in the song on your search bar you found his name, well his other name that is.

“Suga? Are you Suga? Who named you that?” you smiled, as you turned away from him towards your shower but stopped midway.

“You produced a song for Jimin?! THE Park Jimin? the famous idol? The one who won KMA, MAMA, and Daesang… you made those songs?” you swiped further and saw a ‘breaking news’. You narrated it out loud “Look, you know about this? ‘Park Jimin just married his long time non-celebrity girlfriend’…” then paused. You remember the conversation you had with him last night, suddenly grasping and putting things together “Shit, she’s the ex, isn’t it?” you went back to face him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah” Yoongi sat up, eyes still listless. “Isn’t it Dispatch worthy?” he asked sarcastically.

“No,” you replied dryly. “You know what is?” you rested your arm on the doorway from your bathroom and watched him react “Park Jimin, has a piercing on his left nipple. That’s why you never see him wear a fitted shirt” you raised one of your eyebrows and smiled.

His eyes, which looked formerly lethargic, became wide and lively.

“Wait, what? How? When?” he opened his mouth in shock.

“He was still a rookie then I guess? Anyway it’s been years… and was very single at that… He loves that left nipple a lot, you know? That he came by too soon. He wasn’t that great to be honest, you were better, well more than better to be precise… and I guess that’s what made your ex regret her life decisions?” you shrugged as you watched him laugh hard at your remark. “So don’t be too bummed, okay? You were definitely better, and you deserve the best out there” you smiled and left him there on your bed.

“Thanks” he spoke softly as he watched you close the bathroom door.

That was the very first time you talked with someone you slept with, the morning after. And the funny thing is, you never regret doing so.

——

You didn’t want to come, but you have to, it was such a horrible position to be sitting beside your now ex-best friend while you two try to remain professional at work.

It was the first time you weren’t left with a sticky note with a smiling face, nor placed a freshly brewed coffee for her, first thing in the morning on her desk. You were both working fine, but the relationship was beyond repair.

That night after work, you found Yoongi waiting in line to get a cup of java in one of your favorite cafes.

“Hey neighbor” he smiled. “Fancy meeting you here?”

“Well I was on the way home. Then I saw you. Have you eaten dinner?” you asked, you went beside him on the line.

“Is that an invitation or are you asking me out?” he squinted his eyes towards you, as you rolled your eyes.

“It’s the former. I thought it’s around dinner time by now, maybe we could share a meal? There’s a promo on one of the restaurants nearby…” you took your phone out to show him a copy of an electronic voucher they were giving for free online.

“Sure, I like promotions. The ones that don't require me to shell out a lot” he remained stoic, despite genuinely liking the idea of cutting regular priced foods.

“Exactly” you winked at him.

——

You brought him to a BBQ place, and saw him turn ecstatic to see them actually serving Kobe Wagyu Beef.

“I must admit, you know the perfect places to eat” he affirmed.

“Of course, I’m very particular in choosing my meat” you stared at him for a second, as he watched you chew a piece, your eyes still fixated on him. He gulped.

“Wanna come over to my place, after?” he asked.

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UPDATE: Chapter 2 is HERE!

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